Barbarians of the Lower Realm
"If Your Excellency wishes to leave, I will not stop you."
"But some things belong to [Azure Gate]. It's not quite right for you to just take them away without a word."
Zhao Xuanji's words, like cold jade chimes striking the gradually calming world, carried an unquestionable declaration of sovereignty, and a hint of absolute confidence born from having just gained supreme power.
Upon hearing this, Qi Yun stood with his hands behind his back, the ambiguous smile on his face slowly fading, returning to a calm as deep as a still pool.
He naturally knew what the other person was referring to.
Fruition Status!
This object is a condensation of the Great Dao, almost like a jigsaw puzzle of a world.
The False Heaven's Will will has dissipated, and the True Heaven's Will will has regained its Heavenly Position. How could it sit idly by and allow something so vital to the very origin to be taken away by outsiders?
What if I insist on taking it with me?
Qi Yun's voice was calm and even, yet it reached Zhao Xuanji's ears more clearly than the biting cold wind.
There was no argument, no explanation.
It was just a simple rhetorical question, yet it conveyed an unwavering resolve.
The golden flames in Zhao Xuanji's eyes suddenly leaped, and the pale golden imperial dragon aura and azure Dao charm around him burst forth, as if a sleeping emperor had fully revealed his majesty.
"Then I have no choice but to—take you down!"
Before the words were even finished, the overwhelming imperial might had already materialized!
Countless five-clawed golden dragon phantoms, woven from pure imperial dragon energy and fragments of the newly born world's authority, rose into the air behind Zhao Xuanji.
Each one was thousands of feet long, with scales and claws flying, its dragon eyes glaring angrily, emitting a roar that shook mountains and rivers, carrying the power to suppress the four seas.
The supreme will of the emperor, which rules over all the lands, crashed down upon Qi Yun!
Where the dragon's shadow passed, a unique "Imperial Domain" was formed, which was to completely seal off and suppress Qi Yun!
Faced with this terrifying suppression that could instantly collapse any Azure Yang Spirit Azure Gate, a cold sneer flashed in Qi Yun's eyes.
"Those barbarians from the lower realms truly don't know their own limitations."
He no longer hesitated; his right hand, which had been hanging by his side, rose, and in his palm he held the pure white...
A palm-sized jade box that is neither gold nor jade.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qi Yun channeled Daoist energy through his fingertips, instantly activating the hazy glow on the surface of the jade box.
"Buzz-!!!"
The jade box opened with a click!
Only one beam of light, condensed to its extreme, dark in color like ancient black iron, yet emitting a ten-thousand-foot-long golden divine light in the next moment, shot into the sky from the box!
Within the pillar of light, a domineering, desolate, and terrifying aura, seemingly capable of splitting the starry sky and crushing all worlds, suddenly awakened like a slumbering ancient beast, and crashed down upon this world!
The divine light rapidly contracted and condensed.
It transformed into a towering, illusory figure, over ten zhang tall, before Qi Yun!
The figure was not a physical entity, yet it was condensed as if it were substantial, its entire body shrouded in fragmented golden light, obscuring its specific features.
Only his eyes, like two condensed, violent stars, burned with an endless sharpness that looked down upon eternity and conquered all heavens!
The Daoist aura that flows naturally around him is heavy, sharp, and full of an extreme will to break free from all constraints and tear apart all obstacles.
It is indeed an incarnation of the Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord!
The moment the avatar appeared, its pair of shattered golden eyes merely swept over the target.
In an instant, from this place as the center, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, all the scenes that had occurred over the past period of time flashed before my eyes.
From Qi Yun sweeping across the realm, forcing the [False Heaven's Will] to appear, to refining the [Dharma Ending] and annihilating the entire Azure Gate cultivation world, to the false holding of the True Lord, the stripping of the Heavenly Position, the [False Heaven's Will]'s self-destruction, the return of the Heavenly Position to its true form, and Zhao Xuanji's rise through the power of theft----
All the light and shadow, the aura, the ripples of cause and effect, like a scroll played in reverse, were instantly reflected in his eyes, and he perceived them all.
Immediately, the avatar of the Desolate Halberd True Lord slightly turned his head to look at Qi Yun beside him, and a satisfied smile seemed to appear on his blurred face.
"Well done."
The voice was not loud, yet it was like the clang of metal on metal, carrying the unique majesty and approval of True Lord that reached deep into the Divine Soul.
"You have not disappointed my high expectations."
That simple sentence gave Qi Yun a sense of certainty.
This trip to Azure Gate is a sure thing.
After praising him, the Desolate Halberd True Lord suddenly raised his head, his shattered golden eyes instantly locking onto the highest point of the sky. A savage smile, filled with endless arrogance and violence, spread across his lips. "You had a lot of fun chasing me back then, didn't you?"
"Today, it's my turn to collect some interest!"
Before the words were even finished!
"Boom-!!!"
The Desolate Halberd True Lord's avatar instantly transformed into a golden divine light that tore through the heavens and earth, ignoring all spatial distances and rule barriers, and with the most savage and domineering attitude, it crashed heavily into the depths of the vast sky that represented the core of [True Heaven's Will]!
"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump-!!!"
The next instant, the entire Azure Gate Realm...
No matter where they were, all living beings felt terrifying, violent tremors coming from the earth beneath their feet and the sky above their heads, as if the very foundation of the world was shaking!
That was a fierce battle that far surpassed the level of Yang Spirit and touched upon the very origin of the world!
Above the endless, high sky, fragments of gold and azure light flashed, collided, and annihilated wildly.
Each clash caused the rules of the entire realm to groan, and the celestial phenomena to change drastically. Suddenly, the sun appeared in broad daylight, then night turned into day, then torrential rain poured down, and then the clear sky froze instantly!
As the fierce battle between the incarnation of the Desolate Halberd True Lord and [True Heaven's Will] erupted.
The aura that had been closely connected to the newly born [True Heaven's Will] and granted Zhao Xuanji supreme power suddenly began to fluctuate violently and become unstable, as if a river had been cut off from its source!
"Well----!"
Zhao Xuanji let out a muffled groan, and the vast, sea-like pressure surrounding him, approaching the level of Pseudo-Lord, rapidly dissipated like a punctured balloon. The azure Daoist aura swirling around his body became flickering.
The countless phantom golden dragons of the Imperial Dao that rushed towards Qi Yun also let out mournful cries, their forms becoming weak and their power greatly diminished!
In just a few breaths, Zhao Xuanji's aura plummeted like an avalanche, falling from the peak of the Pseudo-Lord realm to the Liaozheng Peak of the Yang Spirit Realm.
Although it remains at the top of this world.
But compared to that almost divine demeanor just now, it's worlds apart!
His face was slightly pale, and the blazing golden flames in his eyes flickered violently, revealing a hint of shock, anger, and disbelief.
However, the strategies of emperors are ever-changing.
Zhao Xuanji took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging Qi and Blood and the shock in his heart. His expression quickly regained its composure as he looked at the still calm Qi Yun opposite him and said in a cold voice, "I alone may not be able to defeat you at this moment."
He paused, then suddenly raised his hand, revealing an ancient dragon-patterned token in his palm that shone brightly!
"But what if—they're added to the mix?!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
As the token was activated, fifty brilliant rainbows, as blazing as the Great Sun and pure and gentle, suddenly lit up the distant sky!
A beam of light tore through the sky and arrived in an instant, crashing down on the ruins in front of Zhao Xuanji, revealing fifty figures with imposing auras and pure Yang Daoist charm flowing around them.
These were the fifty hastily trained Yang Spirit that Qi Yun painstakingly cultivated and personally nurtured!
Led by Zhao Jia and Zhao Yi, fifty people stood silently, though their individual auras were slightly inferior to those of veteran Yang Spirit.
However, the fifty streams of pure Yang pressure converging in one place still formed a terrifying force field that made people's breath catch in their throats.
Heavy as a mountain, fiery as the sea.
Seeing Zhao Jia and the others arrive as ordered, Zhao Xuanji felt more at ease and his confidence increased.
These loyal bodyguards, secretly selected by the royal family and loyal for generations, would never disobey the emperor's orders!
He straightened his body, his imperial majesty once again radiating, and sternly shouted at Zhao Jia, who was at the head of the group. "Zhao Jia, listen to my command!"
"This extraterrestrial demon has stolen our realm's most precious treasure and disrupted the natural order of our world!"
"Take this scoundrel down! His life or death is irrelevant!"
His voice was like thunder, carrying an unquestionable imperial decree and murderous intent.
However----
The words had barely left his mouth.
A deathly silence reigned above the ruins.
The fifty Yang Spirit remained silent and solemn, like fifty lifeless statues.
Zhao Jia, who was in the lead, lowered his eyelids slightly and calmly stared at the scorched earth beneath his feet, completely ignoring Zhao Xuanji's command, which was full of authority and killing intent.
The stern and imposing look on Zhao Xuanji's face slowly froze.
His pupils contracted slightly, and a faint chill suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, instantly spreading to every part of his body.
He looked at Zhao Jia again, then at those fifty calm, almost indifferent faces.
An extremely ominous premonition, like a cold, venomous snake, coiled around his heart.
"You—" His voice trembled slightly for the first time, almost imperceptibly.
Just then, Qi Yun, who had been watching from the sidelines with his hands behind his back and a faint smile on his lips, finally spoke slowly.
His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone present, especially the fifty Yang Spirit: "Tell him,"
Qi Yun's gaze swept calmly over Zhao Jia and the others, his tone indifferent yet carrying an invisible sense of control.
"What did you call me?"
The moment the words left his mouth, a deafening roar erupted!
Led by Zhao Jia and Zhao Yi, fifty Yang Spirit with blazing auras knelt down on one knee in unison, facing the direction where Qi Yun was located!
His knees slammed against the scorched, broken earth, producing a dull, drum-like thud that kicked up clouds of dust!
Fifty heads bowed simultaneously, their posture respectful, even bordering on pious fanaticism.
Immediately following, fifty deep, resolute, and decisive voices converged into a torrent that pierced the clouds and shook the surrounding land, booming across the sky above this world that had just experienced a divine war and whose turmoil had not yet fully subsided. "Master!"
The roaring sound swept across all directions.
Zhao Xuanji was struck as if by lightning, his whole body jolted violently, and he staggered back half a step before barely managing to regain his balance.
The forced composure on his face shattered completely, leaving only an unbelievable pale and ashen complexion.
He stared intently at the kneeling group, a force that should have been absolutely loyal to the royal family.
Then she suddenly looked at Qi Yun across from her, whose expression was calm and who seemed to have everything under control. Her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word.
Qi Yun glanced indifferently at Zhao Xuanji, whose face was ashen and whose breath was weak, then slowly put his hands behind his back and turned away. "Kill him!"