After speaking, the Central Emperor's figure flashed, and immortal clouds flowed beneath his feet as he stepped on the "Xing" secret technique and headed east, leaving behind only a faint blue light and shadow, like a shooting star, ethereal and otherworldly.
Once Xiang Yufei had completely disappeared, Yan Yixi's body went limp, and she collapsed, staring blankly at the crescent moon, murmuring, "Master, I'm so sorry, I've lost the Ancestral Master's relic."
A hint of worry appeared in the eyes of the sinister-looking man, but he was quite philosophical about it and quickly shifted his attention to the new Saint Weapon.
As he stroked the Star Furnace, he casually said, "Senior brother, that's enough. Master's cultivation in the Path of Human Desire Dao is insufficient; he can't even open the Ancestral Hall, let alone see the Goddess Furnace. You should..."
"Shut up! How dare you speak ill of Master!" Yan Yixi eyebrows shot up, her eyes blazing with fire and glowing red as she coldly said.
The sinister-looking man curled his lip, swallowed back the words of betrayal and treason he had uttered, gave an awkward smile, and whispered, "Senior brother, come and see, this time it really wasn't a loss; there's an immortal scripture in the furnace."
"A celestial scripture? How is that possible!"
Yan Yixi frowned slightly as he accepted the Star Furnace. His eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he carefully studied the Dao principles within. However, the more he looked, the more astonished he became. His original sadness vanished, and a huge wave surged in his sea of consciousness. He was very surprised.
He originally thought this Ancient Saint weapon was similar to the Goddess Furnace, but he didn't expect it to contain nine ancient emperor patterns, possessing a trace of ancient and vast Great Emperor charm. If he could comprehend it, it would definitely have unfathomable power.
"Am I right?"
Seeing Yan Yixi's "it smells so good" expression, Li Tian smiled wickedly and sighed, "Those Big Dipper cultivators are really generous."
"Actually, even if they forcibly robbed us, there was nothing we could do. But these Imperial Clan clans actually brought out a Great Saint Weapon, and there was also an ancient scripture in the furnace. Such generosity is truly worthy of the Imperial Clan cultivators."
"I really want to see with my own eyes just how extraordinary the Big Dipper Star Domain is, that it can produce so many outstanding individuals. That one just now, so full of vigor, even more so than me, yet his cultivation spanned five realms and directly entered the Severing the Dao. It truly makes one feel ashamed!"
Seeing the longing look on her junior brother's face, Yan Yixi's expression softened, and a trace of memory rose in her eyes. Decades ago, it was also here, when Master was still alive.
He murmured, "People cannot be compared. That one is already comparable to a young Great Emperor, and even Yin Tiande, the number one prodigy of Ziwei, is far inferior."
" Yin Tiande only killed two sect Sect Master, what does that amount to? Once I've mastered the Immortal Scripture, I can do it too." Hearing Yan Yixi mention Yin Tiande, Li Tian's lips curled into a sneer, clearly indignant.
Due to the limitations of his profession as a flower thief, he harbored resentment towards Yin Tiande. He had been in contact with many female cultivators, and most of them secretly admired Yin Tiande.
Imagine, during lovemaking, the woman softly murmurs, yet calls out another man's name—how much psychological trauma would that cause the man...?
Li Tian's aura was chilling as he said solemnly, "I heard that Yin Tiande has recently appeared in a sorry state, seemingly having encountered serious problems in his cultivation. His title as the number one person in Ziwei is now a thing of the past..."
Looking at his junior brother who was still stubbornly arguing, Yan Yixi lowered his eyebrows slightly, a half-smile on his face.
On that day, Silver Moon shone on the dried-up pond. Two old friends raised their cups to drink, their sleeves billowing towards the heavens, and waving their hands to create wisps of smoke, as if they had returned to bygone days...
Luzhou, the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, the Minggu Imperial City.
Unlike other major religious sites in Luzhou, this place is rife with undercurrents and possesses a unique atmosphere.
Inside the palace, dozens of royal family elders gathered in the ancestral hall. The atmosphere was heavy, and the surrounding area was enshrined with inheritance formations. The killing intent was so intense that it was hard to breathe.
"Gentlemen, there are some things we need to decide."
Below the steps, an elderly imperial uncle with white hair and beard, his face grave, let out a long sigh and began the initial procedure.
However, what awaited him was a deathly silence. All the royal descendants remained silent, watching from the sidelines, their eyes gleaming with an unusual light.
Even the Ziwei Dynasty Lord and Princess Yueshi above remained silent, their expressions icy.
Seeing his relatives' attitude, the old imperial uncle frowned, took a step forward, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Weren't you aware of the rumors that were circulating recently?"
"Seventh Uncle."
A clear, melodious voice broke the deathly silence.
Princess Yueshi rose to her feet and walked to the front of the Ziwei Dynasty Lord God. Her slender, fair fingers caressed the bracelet made of Nine Heavens Purple Jade, a hint of coldness in her eyes. She said indifferently, "Since it's just rumors from the outside world, why bother paying attention to them!"
" Yue Shi, what kind of attitude is this? Is this how you talk to your elders?"
The old imperial uncle was furious. He held an extremely high position in the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, and now a junior dared to speak to him like that.
Princess Yueshi's eyes gleamed with a sinister light, and she was very indifferent to this old-fashioned, rigid Old Gu.
In the past, it was this woman who strongly advocated for a marriage alliance, which almost made her the principal wife of the Golden Crow Sixth Prince.
Fortunately, she broke into the Immortal Platform Secret Realm and proved her talent, thus avoiding the arranged marriage.
Seeing the junior's rudeness, many of the older people frowned, feeling that their authority had been challenged and harboring resentment.
" Yue Shi, step back. Do you know what you're doing?"
"You rebellious wretch, drag him out!"
"Disobeying the elders of the family, according to the Ziwei Divine Law, one shall be punished with thirty lashes!"
In an instant, several Immortal Platform cultivators spoke up, expressing their dissatisfaction with Princess Yueshi.
Upon hearing the word "thirty lashes," the woman in the moon-white dress trembled slightly; the mark left on her body by that man was still there.
Thinking of this, Princess Yueshi no longer wanted to hide it. She spread her silver sleeves and stretched out a crystal-clear white hand, with purple starlight flowing from her fingertips, which condensed into a purple-gold whip.
"Smack!"
The sound of a whip cracking suddenly rang out. Stepping on Green Lotus gait, the purple-haired princess exerted force with her wrist, and in an instant, the golden whip transformed into a thin sword, shattering the floating air and striking the cultivator from the Immortal Platform who had reprimanded her.
"Ah!"
With a scream, the middle-aged cultivator suffered a soul injury, collapsed to the ground, and his life force instantly plummeted.
"You..." The old imperial uncle glared angrily, never expecting that the other party would dare to suddenly attack and injure someone.
Moreover, as Holy Lord at the Peak of Immortal Platform Second Heaven, he failed to stop the other party, which was truly embarrassing for him.
"You dare to make a move here, Yue Shi? You've gone too far."
A Great Power member of the royal family at the Immortal Platform Second Heaven couldn't stand it any longer and was about to make a move, but he was stopped by another gray-haired old man who gave him a warning look.
"What do you mean by this?" the Great Power royal family member asked, somewhat displeased.
The gray-haired old man shook his head and transmitted his thoughts, saying, "You have just returned and do not understand the seriousness of the situation. Do not speak too much, or you will regret it later."
At this moment, the situation inside the ancient hall gradually became clear: more than a dozen cultivators were gathered around the old royal uncle, furious, while the other cultivators remained silent, not uttering a word.
" Mingdao, what a wonderful daughter you raised."
The old imperial uncle stared coldly at the Ziwei Dynasty Lord and said mercilessly, "Back then, I told you to send her to the Northern Sea to marry into the Golden Crow Clan, but you refused. Now this vile woman has colluded with people from the Foreign Realm and actually dares to be so ruthless towards her own kin!"
"You slut, do you really think no one knows your true nature? Where has your virginity gone? Doing such despicable things, how can you face the Ziwei King Blood within you?"
From the crowd, a cold-looking middle-aged female cultivator stepped out. She was the old royal uncle's biological daughter and harbored great hostility towards Princess Yueshi.
Upon hearing her secret revealed, Princess Yueshi's expression remained unchanged, growing even colder.
On the throne, Sovereign Mingdao's eyes were closed, and he supported his head with one hand. After hearing the other party's insolent words, he opened his eyes and shot out two beams of immortal light, revealing his aura Holy Lord Realm.
"Speak your mind. What's the point of making things difficult for a junior?" The Ziwei Dynasty Lord stared indifferently at the rebels and said calmly.
The old imperial uncle snorted coldly, waved his sleeve, walked up the steps, and solemnly said, "Do you all know that the cultivator who is in seclusion Minggu Mountain is not the Imperial Ancestor Shenwu? Our Divine Dynasty's ancient ancestor has long since perished. The Battle of Luzhou in the past..."
Listening to the other party passionately recounting the glory of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty, wanting to set things right and cleanse the world, Princess Yueshi bit her pink lips and let out a sigh.
They knew nothing. To ensure the continuation of the divine dynasty, she and Xinggui endured humiliation and served their enemies, only to become sinners of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty...
Now, many more people are going to die because of some meaningless sense of honor.
" Mingdao, if you are still a descendant of Ziwei, then kill this demoness..."
Suddenly, the old imperial uncle, who was speaking, froze, his entire body turning into a drop of crystal-clear purple liquid, and then disappearing into the Void. It was incredibly strange, as if he had been suddenly erased by some ancient being.
The dozens of cultivators around him were all horrified, their hearts filled with horror, yet their bodies were all frozen in place, unable to move.
A misty, Chaos flow of energy rippled through the air, shattering the primordial chaos. A goddess, as clear as crystal, stepped out from the shimmering mist, her delicate hands holding a jade box, treading upon the lotus-like waves.
"Unexpectedly... even the Ziwei Divine Dynasty has loyal followers who do not forget the glory of their ancestors and are willing to be like moths drawn to a flame..."
A rich and fragrant aura of Divine Medicine wafted out from the distant horizon. The silver-robed youth stood on the Sun-Moon, and stars, with a golden nine-leaf Immortal Medicine appearing behind him. He resembled a celestial being, as if each step was a Lunhui, walking out from the River of Time.
Su Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his aura concealed, yet everyone bowed their heads, not daring to look him in the eye.
Upon seeing him appear, Princess Yueshi had previously maintained a cold expression, curtsied and silently walked to Yi Qingwu's side, assuming the role of a maid.
Chapter 439 Sharing Joy Day and Night
A delicate fragrance wafted through the air as Su Yu walked step by step from the shattered jade feathers. Behind him, the illusory image of the True Dragon Immortal Medicine swayed, scattering golden rays of light that fell upon him, imbuing him with a sacred glow and making him appear extraordinary.
His appearance touched everyone's heart. Many people trembled, feeling their blood rushing as if it were about to burst, unable to withstand the ripples of his overwhelming presence.
The silver-threaded Immortal Spirit robe fluttered in the wind. Su Yu's gaze was calm and serene. He was enveloped in a layer of hazy, Chaos mist, making him look like a dream. His fleeting elegance and unparalleled heroic bearing made others feel inferior and could only look up to him in awe.
He simply stood there, and all the laws of this place calmed down, converging towards him on their own, outlining a halo of Dao patterns, radiating a rich aura of the Great Dao.
"Besides him, how many others want to settle scores with me? Step forward then." Su Yu said calmly, his expression gentle, his eyes gleaming with Taisu light.
At the same time, a fair hand emerged from the swirling, Chaos mist, with a luminous amethyst bead resting between its fingers.
These people were nothing more than a minor incident in his eyes, easily wiped out, but in the eyes of the Ziwei Dynasty Lord, they were difficult to deal with, and only the Severing the Dao could suppress them.
Those beings at the Third Heaven of the Immortal Platform all had important matters to attend to and had no time to spare for this place.
He happened to be thinking about his tall maid, so he decided to take her on a trip to train properly.
The old emperor of the Ziwei Divine Dynasty looked on in fear and dread at the terrifying being who had imprisoned him in another dimension.
"Father!"
"Ancestor..."
Upon seeing the familiar figure inside the amethyst bead, all the cultivators from the old imperial uncle's lineage paled. Faced with a life-or-death crisis, no one could remain calm, and they were all caught in a struggle.
The thin-lipped woman who had just insulted Yue Shi turned pale, her body went limp, her two straight, slender legs bent, her long skirt fell down, and she knelt on the ground.
"Greetings, Imperial Ancestor!"
The next moment, one after another, the Ziwei cultivators who wanted to reshape the universe knelt down, their expressions extremely respectful, and said in unison, "Greetings, Imperial Ancestor Shenwu!"
This is what it means to be pragmatic and adaptable!
"You..."
Seeing his own descendants recognize their enemy as their ancestor, the old imperial uncle inside the bead felt his blood boil, his body tremble, and he felt a great irony.
Looking at this group of loyal descendants of the divine dynasty, Su Yu smiled faintly, feeling no aversion, and flicked his finger to release them.
The newly freed imperial uncle wanted to say something, but seeing the pleading look in his younger brother's eyes, he finally sighed, his gaze dimming, and said bitterly, "Is this the sage described in ancient texts? He's from a completely different world from the Holy Lord."
"I have not yet become a saint. The grudges between me and the Ziwei Divine Dynasty are very clear. When I first arrived in Ziwei, the King Zidu coveted the secret techniques I possessed and took the initiative to attack, only to be suppressed and killed by me. This is the origin of everything." Su Yu calmly recounted the past.
Now that his perspective has changed, his mind is more at peace. In his eyes, these acts of resistance are nothing more than an interesting little episode.
Just as a ephemeral mushroom cannot know the cycle of day and night, it is unrealistic to expect most people in this Dharma Ending age to know the power of Saint and supreme imperial artifacts.