I Want His Primordial Unity

"Qi Yun," True Lord Contemplating the One spoke, his voice still calm and gentle, like an elder addressing a junior, "Is what you hold the Xuanhuang Origin?"

Qi Yun his head and looked at him.

Their eyes met.

Qi Yun did not answer.

He doesn't need to answer.

When the True Lord Contemplating the One asked that question, the answer was already written in his eyes.

"Senior Canyi," Qi Yun said calmly, "Speak your mind directly."

The True Lord Contemplating the One smiled slightly.

That smile was extremely gentle, yet it sent a slight chill down the spines of all the True Lord present.

"The Xuanhuang Origin is not the property of one person." True Lord Contemplating the One's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears. "It is the foundation of the Xuanhuang Home Realm, the very basis of the existence of this world."

You can't hold it by yourself.

Qi Yun remained silent.

His gaze swept across the battlefield.

The Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord gripped the deformed halberd in his hand tightly. The blood from his tiger's mouth had already congealed, but there was no greed in his eyes, only pure exhaustion and vigilance.

The Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord hung his hands at his sides, the "nothingness" in his palms had dissipated, and he watched this scene expressionlessly, showing no inclination whatsoever.

The azure sword light of Qingyuan True Lord Wendao receded into his body. He sat cross-legged in the void, adjusting his breathing to recover, but his gaze never left the sword in Qi Yun's hand.

The illusory image of the True Lord Vast Sea and Fine Dust had faded away. He stood amidst the mist, his face blurred and his expression unreadable.

The golden body of the Nine Revolutions Undying True Lord dimmed slightly, and the golden flames had been extinguished, but he still stood upright, like an iron tower.

There are other True Lord as well.

Dozens of True Lord, dozens of thoughts.

Qi Yun withdrew his gaze and looked back at True Lord Contemplating the One.

"Senior Canyi," his voice was calm as still water, "You just single-handedly withstood the combined attack of six Dao King. I admire you."

True Lord Contemplating the One nodded slightly, without saying a word.

"Qi Yun continued, his voice completely flat, "But you know that those six Dao King didn't go all out."

They are merely testing the waters, exhausting themselves, and waiting.

They will only truly make their move when we are exhausted, when none of us can fight anymore.

The eyes of the True Lord Contemplating the One narrowed slightly.

So what are you trying to say?

"What I want to say is—" Qi Yun raised the sword in his hand, and the illusory image of the Xuanhuang Treasure Tree on the sword shone brightly, "Only when the Xuanhuang Origin is in my hands can it exert its greatest power."

He paused.

"You can't do it."

The moment those three words were uttered, the temperature across the entire battlefield plummeted.

The smile of the True Lord Contemplating the One remained unchanged.

But the light in those eyes changed.

"I can't?" he repeated, his tone still gentle, yet carrying a chilling sense of oppression.

"You're not good enough," Qi Yun said again, emphasizing each word. "You are True Lord now, not Dao King."

The great path you hold in your hands is something you comprehend through enlightenment, not something you create yourself.

You can borrow the power of the Xuanhuang Origin, but you cannot control it. True Lord Contemplating the One fell silent.

There was a three-breath silence.

Three breaths later, he smiled.

The smile was no longer gentle; instead, it carried a cold, naked killing intent.

"Qi Yun, you're too young," he said in a deep voice, "Too young to know your own limitations."

He raised his right hand.

As the hand was raised, it began to change.

Between his five fingers, countless silver threads, as fine as hair, spread out. Each thread was a manifestation of a great path, and each path led to an unknown end.

These threads intertwined and entangled in the void, forming a vast, all-encompassing net that enveloped the entire battlefield.

"Qi Yun, hand over the Xuanhuang Origin." The voice of True Lord Contemplating the One was no longer gentle, but carried an unquestionable command. "I can overlook your rudeness just now."

Qi Yun looked at him but didn't move.

What if Qi says no?

"Then I'll have to come and get it myself."

Before he could finish speaking, True Lord Contemplating the One made his move.

He didn't use any Divine Ability or spells; he simply took a step forward, spread his right hand, and gently gripped the sword in Qi Yun's hand.

It was this one handshake.

The entire sky was trembling.

Qi Yun's pupils contracted slightly.

He sensed it.

The grasp of the True Lord Contemplating the One was not an attempt to seize the Primordial Xuanhuang Origin, but rather to sever the connection between Qi Yun and the Xuanhuang Origin.

Each of those silver threads represents a Principle of the Dao. They are not attacking Qi Yun, but rather "persuading" the Xuanhuang Origin.

Let it leave Qi Yun and return to where it "belongs."

"Good tactic," Qi Yun uttered in a low voice.

The sword in his hand suddenly trembled.

The illusory image of the Xuanhuang Treasure Tree on the sword shook violently, its roots emerged from the void, its branches and leaves contracted, and the entire illusory image collapsed into the sword.

Qi Yun gripped his sword in his right hand and Hand Seals with his left, while the azure sky behind him spun wildly. The light of the sun, moon, and stars all receded, and the roar of mountains and rivers all fell silent. The entire azure sky transformed into a pure, chaotic light, which surged into the longsword in his hand.

"Cut!"

A sword was swung out.

There was no sword light, no Sword Qi, and no dazzling brilliance.

There is only one line.

A line that divides heaven and earth in two.

The line extended from the tip of the sword, slashing straight at the right hand that True Lord Contemplating the One Canyi was grasping.

True Lord Contemplating the One frowned slightly, and spread his right hand slightly. Countless silver threads gathered into a silver barrier in front of him.

"Sneer"

The line struck the silver barrier with a sound like tearing cloth.

A crack was slashed open in the silver barrier.

With True Lord Contemplating the One eyes, the countless silver threads ceased their defense and instead surged towards the thread from all directions, wrapping, enveloping, and eroding it layer by layer.

The line, entwined by the silver threads, finally dissipated.

But on the True Lord Contemplating the One, there was also a deep bloodstain.

Blood dripped from his fingers, each drop transforming into a crimson lotus flower as it fell into the void.

True Lord Contemplating the One looked down at the bloodstains on his hands and remained silent for a moment.

"What a magnificent Xuanhuang Origin." He raised his head and looked at Qi Yun. "I underestimated you."

Qi Yun stood with his sword in hand, his expression unchanged, but his Qi and Blood were surging within him.

He used the power of the Xuanhuang Origin for that sword strike, at the cost of his body bearing a tremendous burden.

"Again?" he said calmly.

True Lord Contemplating the One did not rush to make a move.

He stood in the void, looking at Qi Yun, and suddenly spoke, "Fellow Daoists, how much longer are you going to watch?"

These words sent a jolt through the hearts of all the True Lord present.

Is True Lord Contemplating the One trying to win them over?

"The Xuanhuang Origin does not belong to me alone," the voice of True Lord Contemplating the One echoed in the void. "It belongs to all living beings in the Xuanhuang Home Realm."

Are you really content with Qi Yun monopolizing everything?

silence.

No one spoke.

But Qi Yun could sense that those gazes had changed.

The first to speak was Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord: "Canyi, what do you mean by that?"

"My meaning is very clear," True Lord Contemplating the One said calmly, "The Xuanhuang Origin should be jointly controlled by everyone. No one should try to monopolize it."

"Bullshit." Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord snorted coldly, "I don't care about any Xuanhuang Origin, I only know that Qi Yun that thing to force back a Dao King just now."

"If you can force the Dao King to retreat, I'll support you too. Can you?"

"Of course I can."

"You're all talk." The Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord interrupted him rudely, "When you blocked the six Dao King just now, were you using your own abilities?"

You are using the primordial energy accumulated over countless ages in the Xuanhuang Home Realm.

Those primordial energies were drawn in by Qi Yun, not by yourself.

The corner of True Lord Contemplating the One's eye twitched slightly.

"Desolate Halberd, you--"

"I haven't finished yet." The Desolate Halberd Heaven-Rending True Lord slung his halberd over his shoulder, his blood-stained face full of mockery. "You're jumping out now to snatch the Xuanhuang Origin, isn't it all because Qi Yun is stronger than you, and you're scared?"

Are you afraid that he'll surpass you after he becomes the Dao King?

A hint of coldness appeared on the True Lord Contemplating the One Canyi.

"Desolate Halberd, you are also True Lord of my Holy Sect, do you know that you are courting death?"

The atmosphere was tense and ready to fight.

Just then, a clear, cold voice came from afar.

"Primordial Unity True Lord, what a majestic presence you possess!"

All the True Lord turned their heads at the same time.

At the edge of the sky, a beam of fire shone from the depths of the distant void.

In the center of the fire, a figure slowly walked out.

She wore a fiery red long dress, the hem of which was embroidered with countless phoenixes spreading their wings as if about to take flight, each phoenix's eye being a burning star.

Her long hair, like flowing lava, trailed long, fiery tails in the void.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, yet she possessed an aura of authority that made people afraid to look directly at her.

True Lord Feng Xi.

She's here.

Qi Yun's brows furrowed slightly.

"Canyi," True Lord Feng Xi walked to True Lord Contemplating the One's side, his voice cold, "You're too hasty."

True Lord Contemplating the One turned his head indifferently to look at her.

"I'm stating the facts." True Lord Feng Xi interrupted him, his gaze falling on the sword in Qi Yun's hand. "The Xuanhuang Origin is in his hands; you can't take it away."

Unless you're willing to die with him.

But you are unwilling, because you still want to prove yourself and become king.

The True Lord Contemplating the One fell silent.

True Lord Feng Xi said is true.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he didn't want to die.

He had waited for this day for far too long.

"I'll help you," True Lord Feng Xi continued, "I don't want the Xuanhuang Origin, I only want one thing."

"What?"

"I want his [Primordial Unity]."

True Lord Contemplating the One raised an eyebrow, remained silent for a moment, and finally nodded.

"Good.

"The moment the two reached a consensus, Qi Yun."

"Now that you've made your choices, it's my turn to choose!"