In This Xuanhuang, I Have the Final Say!
The Heavenly Court was established.
The path to success is yours to choose.
These eight words, like a wildfire, spread to every corner of the entire Xuanhuang Home Realm in just a few days.
From the icy plains and snow caves of the far Han Province to the volcanic Yan Province caves of the far south; from the overseas fairy islands of the far Cang Province to the desolate and barren shores of the West Sea.
Countless cultivators, regardless of whether they were righteous or demonic, regardless of their cultivation level or where they were, heard that news at the same time.
A fortuitous opportunity of luck!
Become an immortal on the spot!
The boundless light of Dharma that swept across the entire Xuanhuang contained an aura of the Great Dao so dense it was almost impenetrable; this was not to be faked.
That was an unparalleled Daoist essence that far surpassed any sect's secret treasures, any High Antiquity relics, or any True Lord's inheritance.
Even those ancient monsters who had lived for thousands of years, even those peak beings who had seen countless wonders of the world, couldn't help but be shaken to their core when they felt the vast Dao intent contained in that light, and their eyes shone with an uncontrollable light.
It's true.
That Heavenly Court is real.
That fortuitous opportunity was real.
That chance to rise to the top in one step!
It's true!
In an instant!
The entire Xuanhuang went mad.
The battlefield between the righteous and demonic forces, which had been fiercely fighting and stained with blood, was completely quelled overnight.
Those bloodthirsty cultivators, those battle formations fought with all their might, and those mountains of corpses all seemed to have become a thing of the past.
Nobody cared anymore.
Because there are things there that are more worthy of our attention.
Above the West Sea, beneath the heavens, streaks of light surged like a tide.
The density, the number, and the sheer volume of those escaping lights resembled a surging tide converging from all directions of Xuanhuang.
Abundant!
The clouds obscure the sun!
From low-level Qi Refining Realm cultivators to the Foundation Establishment Realm True Person, and then to those elusive, reclusive Rogue Cultivator monsters.
Everyone rushed frantically in the same direction.
West Sea.
Heavenly Court.
Southern Heaven Gate!
Some of those streaks of light moved like shooting stars chasing the moon, some darted like fish, and some even used Secret Method, burning their Essence Blood, all in an effort to be a fraction faster, a quarter of an hour earlier.
No one knows what's inside the Heavenly Court.
No one knew whether what awaited them was fortuitous opportunity or calamity.
But everyone knows.
If you go too late, there won't be anything left.
And at the very forefront of this overwhelming tide of escaping light.
Above the West Sea, in the place closest to the Heavenly Court.
A dozen or so figures were already standing there.
They were among the first to arrive.
They are the most powerful beings below the True Lord in the entire Xuanhuang Home Realm.
Great True Person.
The heavy black robe made him resemble Old Devil mountain, the Great True Person Black Mountain Wuji Sacred Sect.
The man in the green robe carrying a sword, his body radiating a restrained yet powerful Sword Intent, was none other than the Sword Pavilion's True Person Sansi.
That woman in crimson feathers, with gleaming phoenix eyes, is none other than Phoenix Helm Lady Jiuli.
The man in the dark scholar's robe with a gaunt face was the True Person Zַhuanlun of the Yellow Springs Netherworld.
Those three mighty dragons, each occupying its own territory, were the three Dragon Palace of the Eastern Sea, North Sea, and South Sea.
And there was the acting sect leader from the Heavenly Secrets Sect, the Great True Person Yanji from the Hao Ran Holy Land, the burly old man from the Hegemon Sect who fought bare-handed, the Arhat Moluo Dan from the Pure Land overseas, the Great True Person of Talismans from the Nine Kings Mountain, and the old man in star robes from the Heavenly Secrets Sect ----
A dozen or so figures stood in the void.
Their auras were either sharp, intense, cold, or vast, but without exception, they had all reached the peak of the Great True Person Realm.
That is the ultimate achievement that can be attained below the level of True Lord.
That is an existence that is only one step away from the All Wonders Heaven.
At this moment, they stood silently in the void, gazing at the supreme heavenly palace suspended above the West Sea.
The majestic Southern Heaven Gate, the layered palaces, the ever-flowing patterns of the Great Dao, and the overwhelming pressure that emanates from it are enough to make any Great True Person's Dao Heart tremble.
A light was gleaming in everyone's eyes.
That was—the urge to try.
No one spoke.
But everyone's thoughts were written on their faces.
The fortuitous opportunity is right in front of us.
The chance to rise to the top is right behind that door.
Whoever steps in first is likely to gain the upper hand.
Whoever steps in first may be the one to attain the ultimate path.
Silence lasted for a moment.
Someone raised their hand and began to calculate with their fingers.
Some people close their eyes and sense cause and effect.
Someone opened their mouth and inhaled the aura of the Great Dao emanating from the Heavenly Court, savoring it carefully.
After a short while.
All eyes turned even more intense.
The results of the deduction, the feedback from the senses, and the taste of the aura all confirm the same fact.
This heavenly palace is the legendary Heavenly Court!
That legendary supreme Divine Court, forged with the combined efforts of countless True Lord.
That legendary ultimate lineage, containing the endless secrets of the Great Dao.
There can be no mistake.
"Since it is the Heavenly Court— "
The True Person Sansi spoke slowly, his voice not loud, yet clearly echoing in the ears of every Great True Person: "Then..."
He didn't continue.
But everyone understood what he meant.
Before he could finish speaking...
More than a dozen figures moved at almost the same moment, their surging and powerful aura rising from the ground, turning the surrounding area of tens of thousands of miles into dust!
Their goal was none other than the Heavenly Court!
In front of the Southern Heaven Gate.
The void rippled like water, and an incomparably powerful aura manifested magnificent phenomena stretching for thousands of miles in the sky, causing the heavens and earth to change color.
More than a dozen figures arrived almost simultaneously, one after the other!
They stood before that towering, majestic gate, beneath the two characters "Southern Heaven" that seemed to be inscribed by the very Dao itself.
The overwhelming pressure was heavier, more vast, and more suffocating than when felt from a distance.
But so what?
The fortuitous opportunity is right in front of us.
The door is right in front of me.
Just cross that threshold, and that's it.
Someone noticed.
Beneath the majestic Southern Heaven Gate, on the white jade steps, a figure had appeared sometime earlier.
He just stood there quietly.
With his back to everyone.
It felt like we had been waiting for a long time.
It seemed to have sensed the arrival of the group of Great True Person.
The figure slowly turned around.
His deep blue Daoist robe was spotless.
Her dark hair was tied up with a simple wooden hairpin, her face was calm, and her brows held a deep and serene composure that came from having experienced countless tribulations.
Those eyes, a deep blue-gold color, were as unfathomable as an abyss.
Fellow Daoists, you've had a long and arduous journey.
He spoke.
The voice was not loud; one could even say it was rather flat.
But that calm voice, before the majestic Southern Heaven Gate and under the watchful eyes of more than a dozen Great True Person, was as clear as if it were ringing in everyone's ears.
"This celestial palace harbors hidden dangers; it is not to be entered for the time being."
He paused.
Those azure-gold eyes calmly swept over each of the Great True Person before him.
He uttered each word slowly. "Fellow Daoists, please wait for sixty years."
After the words were spoken, a deathly silence fell before the Southern Heaven Gate.
More than a dozen Great True Person, more than a dozen peak auras, froze at this moment.
They gazed at the deep blue figure, at the young yet infinitely composed face, and at those calm, almost indifferent, cyan-gold eyes.
The intensity in his eyes was replaced by an indescribable complexity.
"Wait sixty years?"
A cold voice shattered the deathly silence.
He was a Great True Person in black robes, exuding Sha Qi, with a sinister face and eyes as sharp as knives.
This was a rogue Rogue Cultivator the demonic path, who had no connection with most of the Great True Person present.
However, as Rogue Cultivator, the fact that he was able to reach the Great True Person Realm step by step is enough to prove that his talent, aptitude, and luck are all top-notch.
He stared at Qi Yun, a cold smile playing on his lips, "Heh, what are you, True Lord?"
Why should we listen to you?
Qi Yun looked at the black-robed Great True Person who had spoken out with a question.
Looking at the coldness and disdain in his eyes, at the murderous Sha Qi surging around him, at his "who do you think you are?" attitude.
He smiled.
The smile was faint, so faint that it was almost invisible.
But it sent a chill down the spines of all the Great True Person present.
The next moment!
Qi Yun.
He didn't even raise his hand.
There wasn't even any unnecessary movement.
But suddenly, a bright yellow light shone from the depths of those blue-gold eyes.
[Immediate Execution by Beheading]
The light flashed and disappeared in an instant, as fast as an illusion.
So fast that the cold smile on the black-robed Great True Person's face didn't even have time to change.
Then "poof."
A soft sound.
So slight as if a bubble were bursting.
The black-robed Great True Person's cold smile froze on his face.
He looked down at his chest.
It was completely empty there.
A straight, smooth-edged wound ran from his chest to his back.
No blood flowed from the wound.
Only an indescribable atmosphere of deathly stillness slowly permeated the air.
He opened his mouth as if to say something, but only let out a very soft sound, like a sigh.
Then, starting from the top of his head, he silently turned into ashes.
The ashes drifted away like dust, and were swept away completely by the eternally flowing gale in front of the Southern Heaven Gate.
It's as if they never existed.
In front of the Southern Heaven Gate.
Dead silence.
A deathly silence thicker, heavier, and more suffocating than before.
More than a dozen Great True Person, each wielding the most powerful aura of this realm, froze in place as if under a spell, their gazes fixed on the spot where the black-robed Great True Person had vanished.
It landed on the scattered, not yet fully settled ashes.
Then, slowly, they all turned to the dark blue figure standing with his hands behind his back.
The figure remained standing there quietly.
His deep blue Daoist robe remained perfectly still, his black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and his face was as calm as an ancient well.
Those cyan-gold eyes were gazing at them calmly.
It was as if what vanished in that instant was not a Peak Great True Person, but merely an insignificant speck of dust.
Qi Yun gazed at the dozen or so frozen figures, at the shock, apprehension, and fear that finally surfaced in their eyes—as well as the deep-seated, forcibly suppressed resentment.
Then he spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding loudly before the majestic Southern Heaven Gate and deep within the minds of these dozen or so Great True Person!
"The True Lord is not here----"
"I decide what's in charge of this Xuanhuang!"