(The previous chapter has been completed to 4,000 characters.) Yun Qing stepped slowly onto the dueling platform, his Daoist robes fluttering lightly in the breeze. His bearing was upright and composed, the aura of his late-stage Immortal King Realm cultivation deep and steady as the sea.
Opposite him, the young Yun Huang wore snow-white brocade robes, noble and coldly proud. He released the full pressure of his early-stage Immortal King Realm cultivation without restraint, like a blazing sun newly risen.
Yun Qing knew that within this young body lay the imperial foundation that would one day tower over the ages.
But now, with the Human World's suppression absent, both stood in the Immortal King Realm.
To reach such a heaven-defying realm at their age would have shocked the Heavens and Myriad Worlds, enough to shatter countless cultivators' understanding of cultivation.
Yet none of the disciples watching nearby, nor even the sect elders, found anything amiss.
Yun Qing swept an unobtrusive glance around him, his double pupils dimming slightly.
In his eyes, a dense web of blood-red fate patterns shrouded the entire world, drifting within the script of destiny woven from this stretch of fate.
And he and Yun Huang stood at the very heart of that web.
Opposite him, Yun Huang stood with his hands behind his back and lifted his chin slightly. "Make your move."
Yun Qing lowered his eyes toward Brother Huang, who was showing off-no, radiating an overwhelming edge-and a quiet thrill stirred within him.
He wanted to see how he measured up against Immortal Emperor Yuanhuang while the latter was still young and had yet to ascend the imperial throne. Between the two brothers... who would win, and who would lose?
His cultivation was now two minor stages higher than that of the young Yun Huang