A Decree from the Indestructible Forbidden Zone?

What divine might it was! An entire star region lay prostrate before it, and even the techniques unleashed by the Eight-Winged Saint King at full power could not stop it. What an unparalleled Saint Emperor!

The Eight-Winged Saint King had not been driven back. He refused to believe that a being from the Mythic Era could act without restraint in the present age, free from suppression.

The sun and moon lost their light, and the stars dimmed. Their clash was so terrifying that it threatened to grind the star region out of existence and punch through the universe.

But as the battle continued, the Eight-Winged Saint King began to panic. His opponent grew ever more formidable, his flesh and Great Dao both terrifying beyond measure. As he fought, he was like a Quasi-Emperor unleashing his divine might.

Were it not for his white armor, he would have long since coughed up blood and been driven back. Even so, he was struggling to keep up, and his plight grew ever more desperate.

"Impossible! How could such an ancient Dao not be suppressed?" the Eight-Winged Saint King roared. His eight wings shone with dazzling white light, and a boundless torrent of light feathers erupted from them, each one powerful enough to suppress and kill a Divine Fire cultivator.

But it was useless. That body had been forged from Chaos Heavenly Gold, a material used to refine Great Emperor Weapons. The strength of the Qilin Saint Emperor's flesh was plain to see. Billions upon billions of points of light struck his body without raising so much as a ripple.

As the Qilin Saint Emperor attacked with overwhelming force, indestructible Dao principles surged forth and slammed into the Eight-Winged Saint King's body. Even though his white armor dissipated most of their force, he still let out a cold grunt.

"You're from the Indestructible Forbidden Zone!" The Eight-Winged Saint King was horrified. The greed stirred by the appearance of the Great Luo Dao Bell finally vanished entirely, and he came to his senses.

He finally understood why Fu Yangping had remained calm from beginning to end, without a trace of fear.

Why the Great Luo Dynasty, silent for so long, had suddenly bared its fangs and sought to stir up a storm.

Behind them stood that lineage, invincible since time immemorial, and that Heavenly Venerable who towered over all ages.

The Qilin Saint Emperor did not answer. His attacks only grew more terrifying, driving the Eight-Winged Saint King steadily back and blasting one great star after another apart.

"Dao brother, this is a misunderstanding." For the first time, the Eight-Winged Saint King felt fear. He declared that this was a grudge between him and Great Luo, and had nothing to do with the Indestructible Forbidden Zone.

"Ridiculous. Who under heaven doesn't know that the Great Luo Dynasty and the Indestructible Forbidden Zone are branches of the same tree?" The Qilin Saint Emperor sneered repeatedly. He seized boundless Chaos Qi in his hand, condensed it into a saber, and brought it down with world-shaking force.

All who watched the battle weighed those words. Spoken by a Saint Emperor who had emerged from the Indestructible Forbidden Zone, they carried immense weight.

Even the emperors watching in secret changed color slightly. Was this a declaration? An announcement of the Indestructible Forbidden Zone's forceful return?

That slash was unmatched in its might. It severed boundless white light and struck the white armor, sending shock waves through the starry rivers. The Eight-Winged Saint King coughed up blood, and several of his bones broke.

The Eight-Winged Saint King was filled with regret. He had believed that once he emerged, he could sweep across the world without an opponent to match him.

Not long ago, three beings had approached him in chaotic spacetime. They had concealed their true faces, but the terrifying presence they occasionally revealed showed that each was a Great Emperor who had been invincible in his own age.

They thought highly of him, calling him a fellow Daoist and saying that in this age he was certain to sweep aside all opposition, claim all fortune for himself, and ascend to the supreme throne of an emperor.

After they had talked for a while, an emperor pointed out that his state of mind was flawed and incomplete. If he could not resolve it, he might nurture a heart demon and be unable to take that step.

That missing piece of his state of mind was all because of that defeat. Alas, Luo Yu had already fallen, making it difficult to make himself whole.

After he laid the matter out in full, an emperor chuckled and told him not to worry. He had a method: he need only wipe out Luo Yu's surviving bloodline, and the matter would naturally be resolved, allowing him to perfect his Dao heart.

After he entered the present world, another being had sought him out. It was an envoy of an emperor clan, an Ancient Saint unwilling to reveal his identity, who discussed a partnership with him and promised him a complete heavenly scripture once the deed was done.

There had been far too many coincidences. The Eight-Winged Saint King would truly have been a fool if he still did not understand.

He had been schemed against once again, treated as a pawn. But what could he do? Those were emperors.

All beneath the emperor realm were ants.

"Dao brother, what happened today was my fault," the Eight-Winged Saint King said. He admitted defeat and offered a Saint weapon as compensation.

"Only life and death can atone for your sins!" the Qilin Saint Emperor replied imperiously. He swept up boundless Chaos Qi, his sacred fists raining down with world-conquering divine might.

"I'm no match for you, Dao brother, but you can't make me stay either," the Eight-Winged Saint King said again. It was not that he could not leave; he simply did not wish to make an enemy of the Indestructible Forbidden Zone.

"The cause today bears fruit another day." The Qilin Saint Emperor's chaos saber slashed down again and again, and together with his heaven-shaking fist technique, it battered the Eight-Winged Saint King until he coughed up blood and retreated. "The grudges of the past will all be settled in this age."

He was utterly calm. He was not speaking to the Eight-Winged Saint King alone, but addressing the entire Three Thousand Worlds.

The universe was shocked, and the starry rivers trembled. Saint after Saint was stunned by his words. It was impossible to imagine what terrifying turmoil would erupt in this age.

Was this the will of Void and the Great Emperor of the Netherworld, or a decree from the Indestructible Heavenly Venerable? The more one thought about it, the more frightening it became.

One sentence fell, and the world shook. One declaration rang out, and the emperors were alarmed.

Such was the weight carried by the name Indestructible Heavenly Venerable. Only that person in the Heavenly Court could compare.

Wherever his decree went, even Great Emperors had to submit.

"There's no way to settle this?" A note of panic entered the Eight-Winged Saint King's voice. Since ancient times, there had been only a little over three hundred Great Emperors, and those killed by the Indestructible Heavenly Venerable could not be counted on two hands.

"Sever your eight wings and leave your armor behind, and it can be settled!" said the Qilin Saint Emperor.

"Is there no room for negotiation?" When had the Eight-Winged Saint King ever suffered such humiliation? His eight wings were the seat of his origin. When Luo Yu had broken one of them in the past, he had fallen two minor realms in succession and nearly dropped out of the Saint King Realm.

If he agreed, the consequences would be more than a mere drop in realm. With his origin shattered, there was a chance he would dissolve into the Dao on the spot.

"Then I can only send you on your way!" The Qilin Saint Emperor's overbearing might knew no bounds. Chaos Qi surged forth, covering an entire star region, and a colossal qilin roared, shaking the starry rivers. He had revealed his true form.

He was a full eighty thousand kilometers long, enveloped in boundless Chaos Qi. All four hooves shook in unison, trampling the starry rivers.

"Qilin Precious Technique!" An Ancient Saint's hair stood on end.

A single strike came down upon the heavens. Even time began to slow, and space began to stagnate. All people could see was a colossal figure striding across the heavens. Beneath that blow, countless starry rivers were swept up, adding to its might.

Several nearby star regions shook violently. That hoof seemed to tread upon heaven, earth, and the Great Dao itself, sweeping across far more than hundreds of millions of miles.

"Eight Extremes Open the Heavens!" The Eight-Winged Saint King's expression changed drastically. This technique was too terrifying. It was the invincible precious technique of the qilin clan, meant not merely to decide victory or defeat, but life or death.

He was fighting for his life. A being at the peak of the ninth heaven of the Saint realm unleashed his strongest technique. Boundless white light poured from his eight white wings, and countless white points flickered as the eight wings became one, transforming into a gigantic holy sword.

Boom!

The Qilin Saint Emperor struck down upon the heavens; a sword split the world and remade heaven and earth. The two supreme beings fought with all their might, and two unparalleled techniques collided.

It was too terrifying. The universe was being torn apart, and the heavens wept blood.

Chaos Qi, vast as a sea, surged through the starry rivers, while world-creating white holy light shone. The Eight-Winged Saint King coughed up great mouthfuls of blood. At their level, the gap of a single minor realm was immense; none but the peerless could cross it.

The white armor blazed, and ominous white light poured wildly from it, tearing open space and sweeping the Eight-Winged Saint King's body away.

The Qilin Saint Emperor sublimated to the utmost and likewise tore through space in pursuit. The onlookers could no longer make out the battle. Only sounds that shook the starry rivers remained, while brilliant white light and boundless Chaos Qi lit up the universe from time to time.

Before long, the Qilin Saint Emperor returned in an overwhelming display of power. Sacred white blood ran down his body, and he held a white wing in each hand, with bloody flesh still attached.

A drop of blood fell onto a great star in the starry river, nearly piercing straight through it.

Every onlooker was horrified. Those were two of the Eight-Winged Saint King's wings, torn straight off by the Qilin Saint Emperor. It was too savage, even more so than Saint King Luo Yu in the past.

The clash between the supreme experts had ended, with the Qilin Saint Emperor victorious through invincible means. Great Luo's Venerables and Saints were like wolves and tigers, every one of them ferocious beyond measure, as they charged into the forces that refused to withdraw.

That day, the starry rivers were stained red, and several holy lands were wiped out.

The Great Luo Dynasty returned to the Emperor Realm once more, in an invincible display of power!