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Chapter 194: Escalated!
Chapter 194: Escalated!
At this very moment, Lv Yang’s meticulously crafted scheme finally bore fruit. He had orchestrated a four-way conflict, positioning himself as the sole beneficiary reaping the spoils of war.
Victory was all but certain.
Yet the Heaven-Sundering Malice—a relentless force bound to his fate since birth, determined to see him perish in the Overseas Dominion—would never allow this outcome.
Thus, the crisis escalated.
Just as in his past life, when Wu Cang failed to kill Lv Yang, the Heaven-Sundering Malice had intervened by possessing Wu Cang with a Dao Aberration. History repeated itself.
The instant Lv Yang manipulated the factions into chaos with his divine techniques, the Heaven-Sundering Malice set new variables into motion.
As Ying Tongshou, engulfed by calamitous qi, brandished a golden imperial edict to suppress the Blood Demon True Man—who in turn prepared to fight to the death—the edict erupted in a blinding golden radiance. Everyone present froze, struck by a singular realization:
A celestial observer has turned their gaze here.
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At Jiangdong Dao Court, dawn broke.
The horizon glowed faintly as the sun began its ascent, casting light upon the majestic Tianwu Hall.
Inside the palace, beyond layers of silken curtains, stood a yellow-robed youth—tall, refined, and strikingly handsome. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open with a sharp cry. The hall’s coiled dragon pillars trembled in resonance, their carved forms seemingly awakening as they twisted toward him, claws and fangs bared.
Each thought, each movement, echoed with cosmic reverberation.
Across Jiangdong, only one bore such divine authority: the Tianwu Imperial Clan’s Dao Court Emperor, sovereign of a billion souls.
Now, after feigning meditation, he rose, his jade-green eyes piercing millions of miles in an instant.
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Simultaneously, at Blood Demon Isle, the Dao Court Emperor’s gaze descended. The imperial edict in Ying Tongshou’s hand floated upward, reflecting skyward light to reveal a shadowy figure standing with arms clasped behind his back.
A mere projection of will—less than a billionth of his true power—yet its presence alone sent Ying Tongshou collapsing to his knees. Nearby, the Blood Demon True Man and Ye Xingfeng faltered mid-air, their flight magic dissipating as they plummeted earthward.
Only Elder Lin of the Immortal Alliance remained unshaken.
His posture straightened, his expression shifting to one of brazen arrogance as he transformed into a youthful form.
“Haha! Finally, at last, I’m free!”
Elder Lin—or rather, the Primordial True Sage’s Dao Aberration—laughed wildly, his aura surging to rival even the Dao Court Emperor’s projection.
“Intriguing,” the projection mused, its gaze sharpening. “The Overseas Dominion still harbors a Dao Aberration?”
Two Golden Core-level presences now clashed—one a sliver of divine will, the other a failed Foundation Builder’s corrupted essence. To ordinary cultivators, both were existential threats.
Yet the chaos had only begun.
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Clang! Clang!
A dazzling sword light erupted from Ye Xingfeng’s waist—a jade pendant shaped like a blade.
At Jiangnan Sword Pavilion’s Extreme Heaven Cliff, a crimson-lipped, sword-clasping youth sat motionless, eyes closed. Behind him, senior Sword Pavilion True Men conversed.
“Sky Punishment True Man has been in the Overseas Dominion for some time now.”
“No word yet?”
“A Demonic Sect True Man won’t fall easily. And he wields the True Monarch’s Sword Intent.”
“True enough.”
A sudden sound shattered their chatter.
All True Men fell silent, eyes darting to the youth who had not opened his eyes in a century. Now, his gaze blazed with starlight, piercing through time itself.
“What year is it now?” he asked calmly.
The cultivators kowtowed. “Honoring the True Monarch of Heaven’s Mandate!”
The youth nodded, rose, and performed a divination. His brows furrowed.
“Xing Feng’s calamity… tied to Listen to Shadow?”
At the name, his expression darkened. Memories surged—the rival who had once rivaled Yanluo Patriarch’s genius, a mere Foundation Builder who defied every law of cultivation.
A thousand years had erased most recollections of Yanluo, but he remembered.
A century ago, he’d secluded himself to pursue Golden Core ascension. A century later, he learned of a minor sect’s Foundation Builder attempting the same.
Impossible.
Even as he preceded him in rank, that man—Listen to Shadow—found a forbidden path to mimic Golden Core power.
So the True Monarch struck, aiming to erase him.
Yet now, in his twilight years, the name resurfaced.
“A specter who refuses to die.”
He inhaled deeply, divining further. The answer crystallized: .Lv Yang? Celestial Assassination?
Gazing skyward, he nodded. “Then I shall fulfill heaven’s will.”
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Back at Blood Demon Isle, Ye Xingfeng’s jade sword flared, and the True Monarch’s second projection emerged, arms folded behind his back.
Now, three titanic forces stood at an impasse: the Dao Court Emperor’s will, the Primordial True Sage’s Dao Aberration, and the Sword Pavilion True Monarch’s projection.
The Embrace Mountain groaned under their clash—then shattered.
Nearby, Lv Yang materialized, his expression unreadable.
Meanwhile, Guangming—who had entered the Secret Realm without seizing treasures or relics—stood bathed in radiant Buddhist light. His eyes, now glowing with divine light, revealed his true self: the Precious Vase Moonlight Bodhisattva of the Pure Land, her serene smile echoing with celestial chants.
Then space ruptured.
“Reckless!”
A Foundation Building Peak cultivator—Fortune Immortal—stormed forth, only to freeze mid-insult as the four powers turned their collective glare upon him.
“Who, exactly, are you calling reckless?”
The four entities thundered in unison.
Fortune Immortal blinked, staring blankly at the divine assembly.
“…Wait, what?”
(End of Chapter)
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