A Whole Handful of Supremes!

"Buzz----"

"Whoosh whoosh--!"

"Boom!"

After Qi Yun annihilated the World-Honored One's avatar and covered the sky with a wave of his hand, the sky and sea of the West Sea were completely transformed in less than half a day.

In the east, where the sun rises, the clouds are torn apart by countless streaks of light of various colors.

Sword cultivators wielded their flying swords, transforming them into a meteor shower of cyan, silver, and gold, slicing through the sky. The whistling of the swords converged into a chilling metallic storm.

The monks stood on lotus thrones or rode in golden robes, their bodies shrouded in the faint chanting of Buddhist hymns, their light forming a peaceful, warm band of light.

Confucian scholars ride on cloud boats and scrolls formed from Vast Righteous Qi, their resounding recitations mingling with the sound of air being cut through, creating an atmosphere of grandeur and righteousness.

The South, a place of rising moisture, is the domain of aquatic creatures and numerous Rogue Cultivator from overseas.

Dragons, giant Kun, and Xuan Turtle, among other sea monsters, stirred up towering waves, riding the water, with cultivators of all shapes and sizes standing atop the waves.

Countless strangely shaped flying boats, multi-story ships, and even moving islands, inlaid with various treasures and attack formations, broke through the clouds and roared in, their sails fluttering and banners waving. The auras of the cultivators on board were mixed, but their numbers were astonishing.

In the sky, on the sea, in the clouds, and even in the fleeting rifts in the void—

Everywhere I looked, there were cultivators!

A massive, surging tide of people, truly composed of cultivators and encompassing almost all known cultivation systems and races in the Xuanhuang Realm, surged from every corner of the Xuanhuang Home Realm and from every secret realm of the Four Seas and Eight Desolations towards the West Sea, towards the majestic Heavenly Court suspended between the shattered sea and sky!

The streaks of light resembled an inverted Milky Way, the flying boats were like scattered stars, the roars of Demon Beast were like rolling thunder, and the booming of Law Artifact was like the earth's veins turning over.

Various Spiritual Qi, Yao Qi, evil energies, righteous energies, and Buddhist light collided and mixed with each other, forming a colorful ocean that even caused changes in the celestial phenomena, with howling winds and looming thunderclouds.

Even with all the cultivators coming to pay homage, this is nothing more than this!

At this moment, in front of the majestic Southern Heaven Gate of the Heavenly Court.

A figure in deep blue stood alone.

Qi Yun.

His dark hair, stained with pale gold blood, fell messily over his forehead, fluttering slightly with the chaotic air currents. His once flowing dark blue Daoist robe now bore the marks of being torn by Sword Qi and Buddhist light on the sleeves and hem.

His face remained pale, and a deep weariness lingered between his brows.

However, when your gaze meets his slightly raised eyes, all impressions of "weakness" vanish instantly!

What kind of eyes were those?

Exhausted from the bloody battle, yet deep within their eyes burned two bright, blazing divine flames that illuminated their very essence!

He gazed silently at the vast, towering crowd of cultivators before him, their auras mingling and surging into the sky.

His gaze calmly swept over the faces that were filled with greed, excitement, fear, or doubt, and over the streaks of light that shot into the sky and the enormous flying ships.

He was neither moved by this unprecedentedly grand scene, nor worried about his own serious injuries and weakness.

He just watched quietly.

Just as the bustling crowd and the intertwined fortunes reached a critical point, the [Great Luo Myriad Laws Dao Foundation] deep within Qi Yun's Purple Mansion suddenly trembled!

Behind them, the void collapsed silently, and the vast and boundless illusory image of the Great Luo Heaven, seemingly containing a newly created world, unfolded on its own with a thunderous roar!

The moment the Great Luo Heaven manifested, the Unseen mysteriously connected and resonated with certain "beings" of the same origin but different nature scattered throughout this vast crowd!

That is the aura of the Supreme lineage!

The Supreme Dao Foundation, though originating from the same source, each lead to entirely different extremes.

They are usually scattered among the vast sea of people and the myriad realms, making it difficult for them to sense each other.

But at this moment, stimulated by the Qi Yun "great trend" and guided by the Daoist aura manifested by the Great Luo Dao Foundation Great Luo Heaven itself, within the special "field" formed by the mixed and colliding auras of billions of cultivators—

That subtle yet clear resonance has appeared!

"Found it!"

Qi Yun's eyes shone brightly, his weariness completely suppressed by the sharp glint in them.

His mind raced like lightning. Following the faint yet fundamentally connected tremor emanating from the Great Luo Dao Foundation and the Great Luo Heaven, his Divine Sense, like the most precise compass, instantly spread out across the sky and earth, ignoring distance and the interference of the vast number of cultivators' auras, directly "locking onto" the source of the call from the the Unseen!

One, two, three... eight!

In an instant, the unique aura of the Eight Legions, though extremely faint and deeply hidden, belonging to the same Supreme sequence, was clearly reflected in Qi Yun's mind perception, like eight faint fireflies in the darkness!

Eight Supreme Dao Foundation!

"One more is needed----"

Qi Yun frowned almost imperceptibly.

His mental perception swept across the millions of cultivators below, and even extended to the distant void and seabed, but he still failed to detect the slightest trace of the ninth Supreme Dao Foundation.

"It seems that this last Supreme Dao Foundation, much like the Supreme Sovereign Dao Foundation, was lost in some forbidden land—"

With a thought racing through his mind, Qi Yun quickly made a judgment.

He didn't dwell on it too much; a hint of satisfaction flashed in his eyes.

"However, to be able to find eight Supreme Dao Foundation at once—"

"This trip has already made them incredibly wealthy."

Now that the target has been identified, there is no more hesitation.

Qi Yun slowly straightened up, facing the vast crowd below, and gently waved his hand towards the eight locations locked by his Divine Sense.

The movements were casual, as if he were merely brushing away non-existent dust from his sleeves.

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"----

Eight invisible and intangible Law Power, yet containing the ruling power of the Great Luo Heaven, instantly pierced through layers of space and crowds, precisely binding the eight cultivators!

"What?!"

"What happened?!"

"Who?!"

The eight people's expressions changed drastically almost simultaneously, and their eyes flashed with disbelief, horror, and fear!

They had no idea what was happening; they only felt an irresistible, terrifying force instantly engulf them, completely sealing off their magical Law Power, Divine Sense, and even their connection to their own Dao Foundation!

Forget about resisting, even making a sound has become difficult!

The next instant, this Law Power gently pulled.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"----

Amidst the bewildered and astonished gazes of the surrounding cultivators, these eight people, like puppets on strings, were involuntarily lifted into the air, tracing eight paths with lightning speed, yet without making a sound, heading straight towards the Southern Heaven Gate, disappearing into the vast, slowly rotating illusory image of the Great Luo Heaven behind Qi Yun.

This bizarre scene unfolded in the blink of an eye; many low-level cultivators didn't even see what happened, only experiencing a blur before their eyes.

Only a few experts and the Great True Person who had been watching Qi Yun closely could see this scene, and their hearts were filled with even greater chill.

Who is he arresting?

What is your intention?

After taking away the eight people, the illusory image of the Great Luo Heaven behind Qi Yun slowly receded and finally disappeared.

He raised his eyes again, slowly scanning the boundless, still bustling sea of Xuanhuang before him.

A powerful aura, a blend of the residual power from his recent defeat of the True Lord's incarnation and the vast Daoist essence of the Great Luo Heaven, spread out from him like ripples on water.

This aura wasn't domineering, but it carried an undeniable majesty. Wherever he passed, the noise subsided involuntarily, and countless eyes once again focused on him alone.

Taking a deep breath, Qi Yun slowly opened his mouth.

His voice wasn't loud, yet it strangely drowned out the thunder and lightning and the cacophony of voices, clearly resonating in the ears and minds of every cultivator. His tone was calm, yet every word carried immense weight. "All cultivators of the Xuanhuang realm, listen quietly to my words."

"This Heavenly Court is indeed a place of supreme Creation, but fortune and misfortune are intertwined. It harbors the seeds of a great calamity, its dangers are unpredictable, its influence is far-reaching, and it could easily overturn the Xuanhuang and bring disaster to all living beings!"

He paused slightly, his gaze sharp as lightning, sweeping over the cultivators who looked surprised and doubtful, and continued, "To ensure the safety of Xuanhuang and prevent it from suffering calamity."

The True Lord of Xuanhuang have discussed and decided to join forces to go out and search for a way to resolve the root of the calamity.

This is a matter of great importance concerning the fate of the realm, and should not be taken lightly.

"Therefore, during this investigation, to prevent unforeseen circumstances and to prevent any unscrupulous individuals from taking advantage of the chaos to intrude and cause uncontrollable disasters—"

Qi Yun's voice suddenly rose, carrying a resolute tone. "From this day forward, the Heavenly Court shall be temporarily closed!"

Anyone who approaches without permission will be considered to have conspired against their own doom and will be executed without mercy!

"The journey of the True Lord to avert calamity will take sixty years."

When the calamity is resolved and the True Lord returns, that will be the day the Heavenly Court reopens.

At that time, the fortuitous opportunity will arise, and those who are destined will be able to enter and seek their Creation.

The words lingered, echoing across the West Sea, carrying an undeniable meaning.

A brief silence.

Immediately, a tremendous uproar and discontent erupted from the vast crowd below!

"What?! The Heavenly Court is sealed off?!"

"A cycle of sixty years?! We have to wait another sixty years?!"

"On what grounds?! The emergence of the Heavenly Court is fortuitous opportunity, and it belongs to the virtuous! How can it be granted based on the words of one person?!"

"The True Lord went out to break through the calamity? Why was there no prior warning? Could it be an excuse?!"

"I don't believe it! You must be trying to monopolize the Heavenly Court's Creation!"

Anger, doubt, resentment, and hatred—all sorts of emotions exploded in the hearts of millions of cultivators, transforming into towering roars and restless energy!

Many cultivators had bloodshot eyes and surging auras, clearly unable to accept the outcome of "the cooked duck flying away."

Some people were secretly instigating and stirring up trouble, and the atmosphere in the room instantly became extremely dangerous, as if a single spark could ignite this powder keg that had accumulated countless greed and disappointments!

However, at this critical juncture when public sentiment was running high and a conflict was imminent...

"Quiet!"

A deep and authoritative shout, like an iceberg thrown into boiling oil, instantly drowned out most of the noise.

Led by Black Mountain True Person, Lady Jiuli, True Person Zַhuanlun, Dragon Crown Prince of the Eastern Sea, the dozen or so Xuanhuang Great True Person who had been intimidated by Qi Yun, witnessed him annihilate the World-Honored One's incarnation, and knew his terror and the weight of the Holy Sect behind him, all stepped forward without hesitation almost as soon as Qi Yun finished speaking.

He bowed and paid his respects to the frail yet imposing figure standing before the Southern Heaven Gate.

Their movements were perfectly synchronized and extremely respectful.

"I will obey True Person Qi's decree!"

"We will certainly restrain our followers and inform all quarters, and dare not disobey!"

"We wish all the True Lord a swift victory in overcoming the tribulation, and we eagerly await the good news of the Heavenly Court's reopening!"

His voice was loud and clear, his attitude respectful, and even carried a hint of barely perceptible fear and ingratiation.

With them taking the lead, the cultivators from sects and forces that were originally subordinate to them or on good terms with them were immediately silenced, as if their throats had been grabbed. They looked at each other in bewilderment.

In the end, he could only bow and say, "I will obey the decree."

Then, like a domino effect, it followed.

Other forces and Rogue Cultivator who lacked Great True Person or were weaker were astonished to see even these usually aloof and domineering Great True Person so readily submitting to their orders.

No matter how much dissatisfaction and doubt they felt, it was extinguished by the cold reality and fear.

Even the Great True Person obeyed the order—what right did these "ants" have to disobey?

"So be it—so be it—it's only sixty years, we can afford to wait—"

"Since the True Lord have already made their decision, they must have their reasons—"

"Let's go, this place is not safe to stay any longer—"

"Damn it, what a wasted trip!"

Whispers replaced angry roars, and countless cultivators' faces were filled with disappointment and helplessness, but in the end they dared not act rashly again.

Some began to change direction, while others drove their flying boats, slowly and silently dispersing back the way they had come, like the receding tide.

Although a very small number of people still harbor resentment and grit their teeth in secret.

But faced with the inevitable trend and the cold gazes from the Southern Heaven Gate, they could only bury their resentment deep within, drift along with the tide, and retreat in despair.

The surging crowd eventually turned into a disgruntled torrent that departed.

Qi Yun stood with his hands behind his back in front of the Southern Heaven Gate, watching the gradually thinning and dissipating streaks of light in the sky, his eyes slowly relaxing a little.

The great calamity has ended.