Chapter 591
by fanqienovelChapter 591: The Saga
"The Haotian lineage came prepared. I wonder if the Master can withstand it?" Dao Sovereign Qingyuan’s eyes were filled with worry.
At the Dao Clan’s ancestral land and the Qilin Mountain Range, the experts of the Haotian lineage had stopped short. Yet, after all this time, they surely had clearly investigated the secrets of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion.
"Keep cool." Su Mu smiled.
"There’s always someone foolish in this world," the Formless Demon Lord chuckled. "Let’s see how the Master plans to deal with them!"
Long Tu found this incredibly strange.
The members of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion were far too confident.
Boom!
The power of the heavenly punishment continued to escalate. Crimson lightning tore the void to pieces, as if countless divine dragons were roaring, shaking heaven and earth.
Many Celestial Lords trembled with fear.
"Master, should we leave first?" Ying Ziyu asked fearfully.
The heavenly punishment covered tens of millions of miles in radius. It was an area-of-effect attack; all within its domain would be deemed enemies by the heavenly punishment and annihilated with full force.
"Unnecessary." Celestial Lord Linglong replied calmly. "It’s a perfect opportunity to witness the abilities of the master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
"Daoist friend Yi, I shall take my leave first!" One Celestial Lord cupped his fist towards Yi Tianxing, then vanished deep into the void, distancing himself from the battlefield.
"Daoist friend, my wife is due to give birth shortly. I must depart first and will visit another day!" Another Celestial Lord bid farewell, fleeing as if escaping calamity.
Several others simply vanished without a word.
They dared not gamble with their lives.
"Divine dragon, should we leave?" Celestial Lord Suanni asked.
The ancestral dragon laughed. "Why leave?"
"The Master possesses power sufficient to suppress this heavenly punishment with a mere flip of his hand."
"Leaving now means missing the subsequent drama up close."
"Great minds think alike." The Eternal Celestial Lord nodded.
"Pah!" The ancestral dragon inwardly scoffed.
He disdained being lumped together with the Eternal Celestial Lord.
"Master, do you require me to strike and suppress this heavenly punishment?" Mu Fanyin asked in a grave tone.
“No hurry.”
Ye Xu chuckled lightly, “Since Old Yi has ascended the throne as Emperor, he ought to demonstrate his power. Let him have his fun first.”
The power of this divine punishment was about the same as the one during the meeting of Dugu Ming and Xixi. With Yi Tianxing’s strength, he could easily suppress it.
“Yi Tianxing, do you admit your crimes?”
The black-robed Celestial Lord of the Haotian lineage glared in fury.
“What crime have I committed?”
Yi Tianxing brushed it off casually.
“Since you insist on seeking death, I shall grant your wish!”
Boom!
With a mere thought, the earth of the Nine Regions trembled. Nine Celestial Cauldrons soared into the sky. In an instant, a myriad of light walls manifested across the void, where mountains and rivers rose and fell, the sun and moon alternated, painting a magnificent tapestry of the cosmos.
Grand sounds of worship resonated across the Nine Regions. The Nine Cauldrons shone brilliantly, their surface divine patterns swirling upwards endlessly, converging with boundless Virtue and Fortune that poured into them.
Yi Tianxing’s aura surged explosively. Almost instantly, he transformed into a pinnacle Great Celestial Lord, treading upon the Sun, Moon, and Stars. The merit from all beings coalesced like dragons, circling around his body.
“This cultivation technique concerning fortune is truly profound and ingenious!” the Third Young Master exclaimed in astonishment.
The Fourth Young Master’s beautiful eyes flickered as he asked, “What is so profound about it?”
The Third Young Master replied, “The core of this technique must lie in the Nine Cauldrons. They suppress and converge the fortune of the Nine Regions, becoming one with the Eternal Emperor. Though his cultivation level itself is not high, when bolstered by the gathered Virtue and Fortune of the Nine Regions, he rivals a Great Celestial Lord.”
Yi Tianxing had once served under him, his cultivation utterly mediocre. Yet, after defecting to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, he had forged a Divine Empire within a single year and attained the Great Celestial Lord Realm. The Third Young Master couldn’t help but envy his outrageous luck.
“The credit belongs entirely to the Master!” declared Luo Qianchen.
The other young masters nodded in agreement. Anyone without blindness could see who was the most pivotal figure in Tianxia.
“I reign over Tianxia, suppressing the Nine Regions! You dare defy the nation’s majesty—your crimes are punishable by death!”
Yi Tianxing activated The Human Emperor’s Path Classics. The Nine Cauldrons orbited his body, causing the light walls to tremble. Nine true dragons of fortune flew out from the cauldrons, imbued with the power of offerings from all beings, and charged into the divine punishment.
Bang!
In an instant, the divine punishment was torn open with nine great rents. The true dragons of fortune ravaged the sea of thunder, crushing the streaks of Divine Thunder of punishment wherever they passed. In their wake, the heavens and earth returned to pristine clarity.
“Outrageous!”
The black-robed Celestial Lord’s face underwent a great change.
“You dare mobilize all beings against the Heavenly Dao!?” the black-robed Celestial Lord roared in fury.
“The Heavenly Dao?”
Yi Tianxing sneered with disdain. “Do you presume to represent the Heavenly Dao?”
“This seat represents…”
Bang!
With a flick of his sleeve, Yi Tianxing unleashed a bolt of immortal light like a cascade of white silk that enveloped the dark-robed Celestial Lord. Sacrificial chants echoed in his mind, forcing him to howl in agony.
He seemed corrupted, his aura rapidly fading as he plummeted from the Celestial Lord realm.
"My Lord!" cried Shen You and Shen Le, their faces etched with terror.
"So vicious?" Ancestral Dragon’s heart clenched. Last they’d met, Yi Tianxing had been unremarkable—yet now, in an instant, he could overpower cosmic punishment and subdue the envoy of the Haotian lineage.
A freak. In two words.
"Even I couldn’t annihilate divine retribution so effortlessly," Ancestral Dragon sighed. "The master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion wields astonishing methods, turning decay into wonder within mere moments."
A faint smile touched Celestial Lord Linglong’s lips.
Countless other Celestial Lords stood awestruck by Yi Tianxing’s might.
Tyrannical!
"Master, more arrivals," Mu Fanyin announced.
Within her perception, a paramount Great Celestial Lord neared.
Ye Xu remained unmoved.
He waited.
The true prize had yet to bite.
"Perish!"
Yi Tianxing’s hand seized, pulling three figures into his grasp. Nine dragons materialized and swept down with a bone-crunching roar.
Swish!
A blade’s gleam suddenly split the firmament. The Path of Oblivion drained color from the world, dimming cosmic laws. The nine true dragons of fortune shattered, severed mid-flight, while a bleeding gash tore open Yi Tianxing’s wrist.
The sword’s aura encircled the trio, retreating eastward.
A figure in violet robes materialized midair—a handsome man with scarlet hair, violet eyes, and a beard. His presence felt like an abyss, like a prison. Palpable killing intent radiated from him, slicing through the void like blades.
"Great Lord Shentu!" The dark-robed Celestial Lord, Shen You, and Shen Le bowed deeply.
"Stand down," Great Celestial Lord Shentu commanded icily. "I shall handle matters here."
"Spectacular!" Ancestral Dragon and Eternal Celestial Lord exchanged glowing looks.
One heavyweight after another appeared.
They’d transformed a national founding ceremony into an unfolding drama.
It was highly anticipated.
"If Heaven doesn’t grant it, you cannot take it."
Shentu stared at Yi Tianxing, murderous intent radiating. "First, Heaven’s Secret Pavilion arrogantly peered into destiny and disrupted natural order. Now, Tianxia shows irreverence toward Heaven’s Way and disrespect toward the Sovereign Above!"
"When the Sovereign Above rages, Heaven’s Way brings calamity."
"Today marks the annihilation of both Tianxia and Heaven’s Secret Pavilion."
For some reason, Ye Xu nearly laughed watching Shentu declare this with complete seriousness.
Mu Fanyin wore a grave expression.
The Haotian lineage was no easy foe.
Yi Tianxing stood frozen.
So confident?
Clang!
Shentu drew his sword. Its crisp hum resonated through the entire Canglan Immortal Domain, transforming the surrounding space into a sword domain. Countless divine swords throughout the domain echoed in response.
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
Streaks of sword energy converged from across Canglan onto Shentu’s divine weapon. He stood like an unparalleled armament—a sovereign of the sword-path—the power of seventy-two sword domains erupting around him.
"Die!" roared Shentu.
A divine ability erupted. Seventy-two sword domains enveloped Yi Tianxing, their piercing energies tearing through the fortune of the Nine Regions in an attempt to sever Yi Tianxing’s connection to the Nine Cauldrons.
One as mighty as Shentu naturally recognized the source of Yi Tianxing’s power.
Suppress the Nine Cauldrons, and Yi Tianxing would be but an ant to be crushed at will.
Yi Tianxing remained calm as still water.
The Human Emperor’s Path Classics was a supreme Great Celestial Lord technique. Once the Nine Cauldrons were bonded, he ruled the Nine Regions. How could a mere Shentu—without Heavenly Dao authority—hope to match him?
"Prison of Living Beings!"
He activated The Human Emperor’s Path Classics. Streams of fortune surged into his physical form, instantly annihilating the seventy-two sword domains. The Nine Cauldrons rotated, twisting the order of heaven and earth.
A shimmering light wall solidified. The Nine Cauldrons stood apart, forging heaven and earth itself into a cage.
"Surpress!" Yi Tianxing commanded sharply.
The Nine Cauldrons trembled. The immensely heavy fortune of living beings slammed down onto Shentu’s body, grinding every trace of sword energy and radiance into dust.
Shentu coughed blood from his mouth and nose, straining to prevent this fortune’s virtue from invading his Purple Palace.
He and his kind—postnatal beings—were fundamentally separate species. To allow living beings’ Virtue and Fortune to invade one’s core was to be contaminated. It would devastate one’s strength and forever bar return to the Pure Land.
This was why the black-robed Celestial Lord had fallen.
This, too, was why the Haotian lineage had avoided entanglement in mortal epochs for so long.