Chapter 43: Someone Else's Child — The Eastern Sovereign

Chapter 43: Someone Else’s Child — The Eastern Sovereign

"Annoying."

Her palm turned crystalline and then she unleashed a powerful seal, sending it toward the White Tiger Ancient Emperor.

"Whoosh!"

Blinding divine light and auspicious radiance filled the air as the Eternal Rite was cast, manifesting the power of time.

In an instant, the boiling divine energy solidified, and all the chaotic energy in the universe came to a halt, trapped in eternal stillness.

This was a supreme forbidden secret technique, not only capable of suppressing oneself but also touching the realm of time, able to seal eternity and immobilize even an emperor.

The White Tiger Ancient Emperor was frozen in place, unable to move, and then was cleaved by Shaohua's sword, exploding in a burst of blood that illuminated half the universe.

"Chronomancy!"

Everyone couldn’t help but draw a sharp breath, even the Ancient Overlords in the Life Forbidden Zones let out a few exclamations, unable to remain calm.

This terrifying divine technique was a significant threat to them, for anything involving time was truly heaven-defying. Throughout history, few had ever ventured into this domain.

Especially for the Ancient Overlords, who once ruled supreme across the nine heavens and ten earths, they were ultimately defeated only by time.

Time was the greatest power in the world, and everyone would eventually perish before it.

"Aaaaaah!!!"

The White Tiger Ancient Emperor, not yet dead, quickly reformed his body and let out a long, ear-splitting roar, transforming into his massive true form. A colossal white tiger filled the starry sky, looking extremely fearsome and terrifying.

"Is this the extent of your skills? Then you are of no further use!" Shaohua gave a light command and launched another attack.

At her level, it was hard to find a durable opponent, and missing out on a well-conditioned Ascended Overlord who had emerged alone would be a great pity.

So she had held back earlier, using him to test and refine her own path and techniques. After all, some methods couldn’t be perfected through mere comprehension; true understanding came from practical combat.

Now, Shaohua no longer held back, and the situation changed instantly. The tide of battle reversed.

The Mortal Realm Sword emitted a resonant hum, reaching its peak of power. The sun, moon, stars, and landscapes engraved on it came to life, actively seeking out the ancient emperor.

A sword is a weapon of death, meant for slaughter. Shaohua’s sword symbolized her resolve to break through obstacles and shatter the shackles of her path.

She extended her arms, continuously forming seals and casting spells, elevating her path and techniques to their current pinnacle.

With her left hand, she cast the Eternal Rite, once again immobilizing her opponent, while her right hand stirred up mysterious ripples, the Ephemeral Rite, which contained the power of decay.

Sincerity makes the path eternal—this was her belief and the great way she upheld.

Techniques are the evolution and expression of the path, just as her Divine Radiance Sutra was a method of enlightenment.

And spells are the concrete manifestations of techniques, the means to protect the path, such as the Eternal Rite and the Ephemeral Rite.

I think, therefore I am eternal! I think, therefore I am fleeting!

She cast both the Eternal Rite and the Ephemeral Rite simultaneously, one static and one dynamic, like the flow of yin and yang.

The two opposing yet interconnected forces intertwined, and the combined power was far more than the sum of their parts.

Shaohua demonstrated the ultimate essence of her techniques, and with a single move, the universe dimmed, and the ages crumbled.

All the strong beings watching the battle were stunned. This attack was too powerful, impossible to resist, and could absolutely slay a flawless ancient emperor.

In the end, nothing could be seen. The world was bathed in blinding light, and one by one, the sun, moon, and stars exploded, leading to a great cosmic collapse.

Endless light became the only reality.

In the vast sea of light, a graceful and slender figure stood tall, clad in a bright red armor, her sword dripping with blood, and the massive tiger head under her foot.

The White Tiger Ancient Emperor was defeated, his life’s achievements dissipating, his eyes gradually dimming, and he finally lost the will to fight, ending his life.

The great path of the universe mourned, as almost all the cosmic laws were severed, turning this place into a desolate wasteland, leaving nothing behind.

Shaohua let out a light breath and began to strip the skin and bones, refining the ancient emperor's blood essence.

This was the strongest immortal treasure in the world. She didn’t need it to heal her wounds, but her parents could benefit from it, and her weapon could also evolve through it.

Moreover, the ancient emperor’s great path contained within it could offer her some inspiration—using others’ strengths to complement her own.

The great battle had ended, and the turn of events was too swift.

Just a moment ago, the battle was intense, but the situation suddenly changed. The White Tiger Ancient Emperor was defeated in one move and killed in two, leaving everyone in shock.

Silence fell across the universe, and everyone trembled, then the calm was shattered.

Excitement spread everywhere, causing a great upheaval that shook the nine heavens and ten earths.

The emperor’s unparalleled might shone brightly, illuminating the past and the present.

“May the White Tiger Dao friend rest in peace.”

The forbidden zones fell silent. Such a powerful emperor posed a significant threat to them, making them extremely wary and resentful.

But then again, who hasn’t left a few descendants behind? Some were even sealed away for future generations, awaiting the path to immortality.

“The emperor’s child is truly so strong. The student surpasses the teacher; one should raise children like this!”

“Haha, indeed, but that strength comes at a cost. The Western Sovereign and her husband sacrificed their lives. Their parents sacrificed to the heavens, granting boundless power. You can try it too if you wish?”

“...”

Seeing Shaohua’s miraculous ascension, some of the ancient overlords felt a ripple of emotion. It wasn’t impossible for an emperor’s child to achieve this, and a living example was right before their eyes.

If others’ children could do it, perhaps, maybe... no, their own children could do it too!

“The Supreme Lord is testing the law with the overlords. If it proves effective, she kills them. How strong and domineering!”

Lan Ling’s face flushed slightly as she tried to contain her excitement, but her joy was evident.

Beside her, Nan Jinping and Li Xingruo’s delicate bodies trembled, and many disciples cheered, filling the Yaochi Holy Land with a joyful atmosphere.

Ever since the sudden loss of the Western Sovereign, the pressure had been immense.

After all, the Primordial Ancient Mine was just over ten thousand miles from the Yaochi Holy Land, far too close. Those with profound cultivation could see it without even stepping outside. How could anyone truly feel at ease?

Now, with their holy master breaking the myth and ascending against all odds, the Yaochi Holy Land would flourish for another ten thousand years!

Amidst the excitement, Li Xingruo suddenly seemed thoughtful and asked, “By the way, what do you think the master’s imperial title should be?”

“What about ‘Eastern Sovereign’? Two emperors in one sect, a mother and daughter as emperors, it’s a perfect match!” A flash of inspiration crossed her mind, and she felt incredibly clever.

Nan Jinping pondered for a moment and shook her head. “This isn’t something we can decide. We need to see what the master wishes.”

“Alright...” Li Xingruo’s head drooped, feeling quite disappointed that her idea wasn’t adopted.

At that moment, a warm, delicate hand gently rested on her head, fingers threading through her smooth, black hair.

A clear, melodious voice echoed, “Eastern Sovereign? Not bad. You can call me that if you like.”

Her voice was like a heavenly melody, resonant and smooth, neither aged nor seductive, but rather like a clear stream, soothing the heart.

“Supreme Lord!”

“Master!!”

Li Xingruo turned and threw herself into her master’s arms. Sword cultivators were often straightforward and pure, with the heart of a child.

Nan Jinping was also very excited, but she maintained her composure, remaining calm and collected.

“This is a fragment of my divine consciousness. I came back to see you all,” Shaohua said with a light smile, reaching out to pat Nan Jinping’s head, treating everyone equally.

As for Lan Ling, patting her head didn’t seem quite right. Her hand paused, about to retract, but Lan Ling lowered her head and leaned in, a look of enjoyment on her face.

“...”

Shaohua’s eyebrows arched, feeling a mix of amusement and exasperation.

(End of Chapter)

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