The Flame Emperor and the Martial Ancestor
Two tall, slender figures stood with their hands behind their backs outside the Northern Wilderness Hill.
As they appeared, the overwhelming demonic power that had been looming over everything seemed to have diminished considerably.
"Flame Emperor, Martial Ancestor!" Upon seeing these two figures, Qin Tian, Green Shirt Sword Saint, and the others were overjoyed.
Although many people believe that Flame Emperor Yan and Martial Ancestor are also at the Later Phase of the Saint Grade, and there doesn't seem to be much difference between them,
But only they themselves knew just how unfathomable these two were.
With these two arriving, the situation has finally stabilized somewhat.
Brilliant flames suddenly erupted from Flame Emperor's body.
The flames were colorful, yet exuded boundless mystery, and transformed into a gigantic flaming pen.
He held the flaming pen in his hands, piercing through the Void and descending directly towards the Firmament Ledger.
As the fiery brush transformed from Emperor Flame approached, a mysterious mist seemed to surge Firmament Ledger.
The mist appeared faint and thin, yet it contained a mysterious power that could block all external forces from approaching.
Martial Ancestor also made his move at the same time, and a burst of spiritual light erupted from his body, displaying eight different colors.
Each color represents a distinct spiritual power, and the eight spiritual powers are perfectly combined to unleash awe-inspiring power.
The eight-colored spiritual light twisted and changed, instantly transforming into a giant finger surging with eight kinds of spiritual power. The giant finger Void and contained infinite power, pressing down heavily on the Firmament Ledger.
"Open for me!" The roars came from Flame Emperor Martial Ancestor, shaking the entire Void.
The mysterious mist outside the Firmament Ledger fluctuated violently, forcefully preventing anything from approaching.
However, as the spiritual power around Flame Emperor Yan and Martial Ancestor grew stronger and stronger, this barrier was eventually broken through.
The Emperor Flame Brush and the Eight-Colored Giant Finger simultaneously pierced through the mysterious mist.
Finally, amidst the astonished gazes of countless Heavenly Sovereign, it landed on the Firmament Ledger.
An indescribable sense of oppression erupted from the Firmament Ledger, instantly permeating the entire world.
Under this oppressive force, all the Heavenly Sovereign, even those at the Later Phase of the Saint Grade like Qin Tian, underwent a drastic change in expression.
They were horrified to discover that under such pressure, they couldn't even move a single finger.
Only Flame Emperor Yan and Martial Ancestor remained calm.
They maintained the posture of holding their hands loosely, as if wielding ink and brush.
All eyes were fixed on the Firmament Ledger, as the Emperor Flame Brush and the Eight-Colored Giant Finger descended.
The Firmament Ledger trembled slightly, and the thunderous sound reverberated throughout the entire Great Thousand World.
At this moment, every corner of the Great Thousand World, and all living beings, felt a sense of urgency.
They all raised their heads, their gazes fixed on the direction of the Northern Wilderness Hill.
The Emperor Flame Brush and the Eight-Colored Giant Finger fell, finally leaving a trace on the Firmament Ledger.
Each stroke looks effortlessly elegant.
Even someone as powerful as Later Phase of the Saint Grade would be unable to move under the pressure of the Firmament Ledger.
Not to mention withstanding the pressure and having True Name branded onto it.
Xiao!
Forest!
As the last stroke of the two characters was completed, both Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor froze.
Fine beads of sweat gradually appeared on their foreheads.
The two gazed at the two surnames slowly floating on the Firmament Ledger, their expressions not relaxing but becoming even more solemn.
As the last stroke of their surnames was written, they all felt an indescribable pressure descend upon them.
The pressure was so intense that even the two of them found it difficult to bear.
It turns out that missing the second half of the True Name is this difficult.
If they insist on continuing to write, the Emperor Flame Brush and the Eight Symbol Finger will likely be crushed by the terrifying World Power.
The two stood in the Void for a long time, and in the end could only sigh softly with a hint of regret.
With a flick of his sleeve, the Emperor Flame Brush and the Eight Talisman Giant Finger vanished into thin air.
Even so, it is already quite an achievement.
Judging from their achievements, the current Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor are no less than the Immortal Emperor!
As the two put pen to paper, the mysterious Firmament Ledger seemed to roar, and wisps of mysterious energy spread out.
A mysterious and unpredictable power descended from the heavens and earth, enveloping the two of them.
Looking at the two people at this moment, Qin Tian and many other Saint Grade experts felt a faint urge to worship them.
Qin Tian, Undying Lord, the Green Shirt Sword Saint, the True Dragon Emperor, and many other Later Phase of the Saint Grade gleamed with intense fervor and longing in their eyes.
They originally thought they had reached the pinnacle of cultivation.
Only now do I realize that their path of cultivation is far from over.
The Firmament Ledger, like a cascading cloud, began to gradually dissipate as Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor completed their writing.
But the previously bleak and hopeless situation finally saw a glimmer of hope.
While the many Heavenly Sovereign on the Northern Wilderness Hill were overjoyed, the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan outside the Void all looked grim.
Especially the Heavenly Evil God, although he had broken free from the control of the Eternal Pagoda, his eyes grew increasingly sinister.
He gazed intently at Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor; this scene was completely unexpected.
He never imagined that, after the fall of the Immortal Emperor, no one in the Great Thousand World could stop him.
But now two more people have emerged who are able to leave their mark on the Firmament Ledger.
"Damn it!" The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with rage.
The current situation has clearly deviated from their plans.
Amidst the diverse gazes of the crowd, Flame Emperor and Martial Ancestor slowly raised their heads and looked towards the Heavenly Evil God.
The calm voice, like a deep thunderclap, slowly echoed between heaven and earth.
"It seems your plan to invade my Great Thousand World by the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan will not be realized today."
A dangerous glint flickered in the eyes of the Heavenly Evil God, which were like black holes. He spoke in a somber tone:
"You've only completed half of your breakthrough, what gives you the right to speak to me like that?"
"Since that's the case, then please enlighten us, Heavenly Evil God." The Flame Emperor and the Martial Ancestor didn't waste any more words with him.
They simply smiled faintly, and then their eyes suddenly turned cold.
The Heavenly Evil God was originally the spiritual leader of the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan.
As long as he is suppressed, the invasion of the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan will naturally collapse on its own.
Moreover, the Heavenly Evil God has just broken free from his seal, and his strength is at its weakest.
If we don't seize this opportunity to suppress him now, when will we?
Neither Flame Emperor nor Martial Ancestor were pedantic; naturally, they had no intention of giving the Heavenly Evil God a chance to recover his strength.
They certainly wouldn't feel that a two-on-one fight was an unfair victory—this isn't an academic competition or a sect tournament.
This is a life-or-death struggle concerning the very survival of the Great Thousand World; why should we be concerned with personal feelings?
At this moment, they are carrying the hopes of billions of living beings in the entire Great Thousand World.
"Hmph, I'd like to see just how much real skill you two, who have made your names on the Great Thousand World Ledger, possess!"
The Heavenly Evil God was also aware of this, and naturally wouldn't waste his breath trying to provoke the two with words.
I didn't ask them to fight one-on-one, giving myself time to recover.
They certainly wouldn't make a fuss about things like, "Back then, the Immortal Emperor fought me one-on-one, but you all wanted to join forces."
This kind of moral blackmail has absolutely no effect on powerful individuals of their caliber.