“You!” The Heavenly Clan’s Guardian staggered back, chaos swirling around him, his chest drenched in blood. His injuries were severe, but the most shocking sight was the horn lying on the ground, stained with blood and gleaming with an eerie dark light.
This was his supreme divine ability—a horn capable of splitting the heavens and felling the sun, moon, and stars. Yet now, it had been brutally snapped by another, a terrifying sight.
With a single sentence—”You have grown old”—the Peacock Divine Lord sent the Guardian’s chest heaving in fury and indignation.
“Time spares neither beauty nor heroes,” the Peacock Divine Lord murmured softly, a trace of melancholy in his voice. He pondered his own inevitable fate, for even beings of their stature understood that no power, no matter how great, could escape the decay of time.
Even the Ten Fiends were no exception. They might have reached the pinnacle of strength, but they too would eventually meet their end, dissolving into the river of time.
He suspected that figures like the Thunder Emperor and the Kun Peng had fallen to the blade of time, their legacies now lost to the ages.
At this moment, Kong Qiu Ji was ecstatic. Though in human form, traces of his true self emerged—his tail feathers unfurled in a dazzling display of five-colored radiance, performing a full peacock fan right in the midst of the battlefield.
As for the Heavenly Clan, their expressions darkened, their hearts churning with unease. The Peacock Divine Lord was far too terrifying, having grievously wounded their Guardian in a single exchange.
**”Boom!”**
A terrifying aura erupted as chaos descended from the heavens, enveloping the area. Though the Guardian was withered, his skin clinging to his bones, he now radiated an unparalleled pressure.
This was the wrath of a supreme being, summoning the power of the cosmos. Faint starlight spilled down upon the Celestial City.
Before and behind the Guardian, chains of law intertwined with the heavens, merging into one. At this moment, he embodied divine retribution itself, as countless stars manifested in the sky—a sight of utmost dread.
In the distance, Heavenly Gods from major sects paled. They knew that a confrontation between supreme beings was unfolding in the Celestial City, and the situation had taken a dire turn.
“Your lifeblood has dried up. You are not even a tenth of your prime. Fighting me now, you stand no chance,” the Peacock Divine Lord said calmly.
He would show no mercy. He despised the Heavenly Clan’s bullying tactics, their oppression of a mere youth. Moreover, given his ties to the Willow Deity, he could not stand idly by.
**”Ssshh!”**
Five divine rainbows erupted from the Peacock Divine Lord’s back, piercing the heavens in a dazzling display. Like five peerless immortal swords, they cleaved through chaos, severing the descending laws of order.
At this moment, the Guardian’s face flushed crimson, a surge of suppressed blood choking him. He felt as though he had stepped to the edge of a cliff—only to plummet into the abyss.
Fear. Helplessness. And above all, powerlessness.
His spirit shattered, his confidence crushed. This single strike had broken his will. He was old, no longer fit for battle.
The Heavenly Clan’s Heavenly Gods paled, shadows creeping into their hearts. Their Guardian was far past his prime, his strength long faded. Time spared no one.
**”Bang!”**
The Guardian stomped violently, causing symbols to flicker across the heavens. A mysterious force emerged, shrouding the entire Celestial City in an overwhelming divine might.
**”Hiss!”**
Every member of the Heavenly Clan looked up in shock, no matter how far they were. Someone had activated the Chaos Formation laid down by the Six Heavenly Ancestors in ancient times!
A vast pressure descended as chaos spread, enveloping the city from above.
The situation had escalated beyond control!
Now, even ordinary Heavenly Clan cultivators felt a chill, a sense of dread gripping their hearts. This concerned the very fate of their clan!
The Heavenly Clan’s Heavenly Gods turned ashen, their hearts pounding. They had allied with the Peacock Clan—if relations soured now, the consequences would be catastrophic.
They had intended to use the Guardian as a deterrent, but who could have predicted that the Peacock Divine Lord, now at his peak, was utterly unbeatable?
**”Sigh.”**
A single sigh echoed, and the formation symbols, along with the chaos, dissipated instantly, restoring peace.
Outside the grand hall, an old man appeared. Though standing there, his form was indistinct, as if merged with heaven and earth—a vessel of the Great Dao itself, impossible to perceive clearly.
The Ancient Heavenly Ancestor had emerged from seclusion!
With a single step, the entire city was bathed in auspicious light, accompanied by radiant splendor, averting a calamity.
In truth, the Peacock Divine Lord had been ready for battle, drawing his clan’s supreme treasure to rend the heavens and split the earth.
“Peacock, is this worth it? For the sake of a mere youth, you would wage war against my clan?” the Ancient Heavenly Ancestor spoke.
“I wish to spare his life,” the Peacock Divine Lord replied calmly.
Before the Ancient Heavenly Ancestor could respond, his expression suddenly shifted, and he vanished from the spot.
“War Emperor, have you come?”
He soared into the heavens, gazing a hundred thousand miles into the distance, his vitality surging like an ocean. Compared to the Guardian, he seemed to be in his prime—his power unfathomable!
Soon, he disappeared again, his presence fading into the void. Whether he had left the city remained unknown.
The Celestial City returned to tranquility.
For a moment, silence reigned in the grand hall.
**”Report! The Netherworld Sovereign has arrived, seeking an audience with the Celestial City!”**
A True God rushed in, delivering the news, instantly shaking the hall.
The Netherworld Sovereign—this was no small matter. The Netherworld had unified several forbidden lands of the upper realm, forming a supreme force that verged on becoming a true underworld. For its master to appear in person was staggering.
**”Granted.”**
After deliberation among the Heavenly Gods and consultation with the Guardian, the Netherworld Sovereign was welcomed into the city.
After all, the Heavenly Clan had confidence. Even if powerful figures entered, as long as the Chaos Formation of the Six Heavenly Ancestors remained, they feared no upheaval.
Most importantly—the Ancient Heavenly Ancestor had awakened!
A black Nether Chariot appeared, towering and enigmatic, drawn by nine ancient direbeasts. It rolled into the Celestial City, shrouded in ghostly mist, as if the underworld itself had opened.
“Forgive my uninvited arrival,” a voice rang out.
A man stepped from the chariot, clad in black-gold battle armor that gleamed coldly. Handsome yet eerie, he appeared no older than his thirties. This was the Netherworld Sovereign—a terrifying supreme being.
None knew how long he had existed. Some said he was an ancient corpse of chaos, reanimated with sentience to become the ruler of the Netherworld.
Others claimed he had been an invincible figure in a past life, for only such a being could revive from mere flesh to become a sovereign.
Still others whispered that he was recollecting his past. If he regained his memories, merging past and present, he might become unrivaled across the three thousand provinces!
The Netherworld Sovereign’s black hair was thick and lustrous, though his strikingly handsome face was pale. Spotting the Peacock Divine Lord, he nodded with a faint smile.
“I heard that the youth named ‘Huang’ is here. He killed my Nether Prince. Today, I have come to see him.” His tone was light, but his intent was clear.
In truth, everyone knew his true purpose—to lay eyes on the Thunder Emperor’s Immortal Scripture. As a reanimated corpse of chaos, no matter how powerful, he carried an inescapable trace of Yin energy.
He sought the Thunder Dao’s supreme art, hoping its pure Yang and overwhelming power could refine his body, pushing him to even greater heights.
With the Netherworld Sovereign’s arrival, the atmosphere grew even tenser. Even if the Heavenly Clan backed down now, the Peacock Divine Lord’s efforts to protect Shi Hao would face immense difficulty.
**”Report!”**
Soon, another announcement echoed through the hall—the Sect Master of the Heaven Mending Sect had arrived, seeking an audience with the Celestial City.
This sent shockwaves not only through the Heavenly Clan but also through Shi Hao himself. He had crossed paths with this sect before, but only in the lower realm. Now, the true supreme leader of the upper realm’s Heaven Mending Sect had appeared, stirring a strange feeling within him.
Even the Netherworld Sovereign showed surprise at this unexpected arrival.
With sleeves billowing like an immortal about to ascend, an old man walked in, devoid of worldly aura, entering the grand ancient hall.
All were awed, not daring to underestimate him. If this man unleashed his power, he could sweep through dozens of provinces—such was his absolute terror!
The Heaven Mending Sect held immense prestige in the upper realm and maintained close ties with the Immortal Palace, often acting in unison. Few dared provoke them.
“Young friend, I sense a connection between you and my sect. Why not come with me?” the old man said with a faint smile.
The moment these words left his mouth, everyone’s expressions shifted.
Shi Hao shook his head. “I will only go with the Peacock Divine Lord.”
“I mean no harm. Yue Chan speaks highly of you. I merely wish to ask you a few questions,” the old man said amiably.
Yet none dared take his words lightly. What was his true intent? Was this a veiled threat, or did he genuinely wish to protect Shi Hao and take him away?
One thing was certain—even the Heaven Mending Sect Master would covet the Thunder Emperor’s Immortal Scripture. No one could remain indifferent to such a treasure.
Shi Hao’s heart skipped a beat. Was this man addressing him as “Huang,” or did he know his true identity as Shi Hao?
Next, representatives from the Yin-Yang Academy arrived, followed by the master of the Hundred Beasts True Scripture from the Beast Sea. The atmosphere in the Celestial City grew even more oppressive.
“Is Huang here? I heard the Heavenly Clan has acted righteously and captured him. What fortune!” The master of the Flame Demon Palace arrived—a crimson-feathered crane in human form, clad in red robes.
His tone was icy. The moment he arrived, he declared his intent to kill Huang, ensuring he would not leave alive. His words were a clear show of support for the Heavenly Clan.
Back in the Yuan Heaven Secret Realm, Shi Hao had slaughtered Flame Demon Palace disciples, enraging their sect master, who had lain in wait at the exit but failed to capture him. Now, he had come specifically for revenge.
“What arrogance! Who do you think you are, spouting such nonsense?” A woman’s voice suddenly rang out from beyond the heavens, directly rebuking the Flame Demon Palace master.
“Who goes there?” the Flame Demon Palace master roared.
“You are unworthy of knowing,” the woman replied, her voice melodious as celestial music.
Then, silence fell. The woman did not enter the city.
Soon after, Qin Changsheng arrived in the Celestial City.
Next, the master of the Demon Sunflower Garden appeared—a terrifying entity resembling a black sun, radiating dark light before taking human form and entering the ancient hall. Many shuddered at his presence.
Not long after, Yun Xi arrived at the hall, her lips parting as if to speak. But with so many sect masters and supreme beings present, the atmosphere was suffocating.
The Heavenly Clan’s Heavenly Gods frowned, wishing she would leave.
**”The master of the Heavenly Kingdom seeks an audience!”**
“What?” The crowd gasped. The ruler of that blood-soaked kingdom—a realm of assassins that operated solely in darkness—had come?
“I am but the deputy sect master, not the true ruler of the Heavenly Kingdom,” the newcomer said, his form blurred, impossible to discern. Yet all sensed his terrifying power and the thick scent of blood that clung to him, unapologetically displayed.
Visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood flashed before their eyes. How many lives had this man taken?
Even the sect masters felt uneasy. His aura was too sinister, too overwhelming—yet he had comprehended the Great Dao, his cultivation profound.
“Huang cannot be spared.”
The Heavenly Kingdom’s deputy master spoke succinctly, his words carrying the weight of his sect’s decree.
All shuddered. No matter who they were, when they looked at Shi Hao now, they saw a dead man walking.
“And if I protect him?” the Peacock Divine Lord challenged.
“Divine Lord, is it worth it? He is not worth your efforts,” someone said.
**”Heh…”** The deputy master of the Heavenly Kingdom chuckled.
Other sect leaders also wore strange expressions. The Flame Demon Palace master shook his head. “With so many here… he will not survive.”
At that moment, another visitor arrived in the Celestial City, their voice clear and captivating:
**”I will protect him.”**
All turned in surprise—this was undoubtedly the same voice that had spoken from beyond the heavens earlier.
Some scowled, particularly the Flame Demon Palace master and others, who rose to their feet, killing intent swirling as they glared at the hall’s entrance.
A woman in snow-white robes appeared, her skin like jade, her hair silken and lustrous, her eyes like black gemstones brimming with spirit. Her every movement exuded transcendent grace—a peerless beauty.
Even these sect masters, accustomed to the world’s finest, were stunned. This woman was extraordinary, carrying an immortal aura.
Standing before these titans, she remained poised and confident, her snow-white robes fluttering, her eyes bright, her bearing transcendent—truly unmatched.
“Who are you? How dare you defy the will of so many sects?” someone demanded. The Flame Demon Palace master snorted coldly, his killing intent flaring.
“Because I am Ye Qingxian. And the one you seek to harm—is mine.” Her voice was calm, yet her words sent shockwaves through the crowd.
“Young one, you overstep,” a Heavenly Clan Heavenly God said icily. For a mere girl to speak so boldly in their hall was unthinkable.
“Heavenly Clan, you have no shame!” she retorted crisply, her words ringing like pearls scattering upon jade.
All paled. To speak so brazenly in the Celestial City—who did she think she was?
Yun Xi was stunned. This girl seemed no older than her, yet she dared rebuke the Heavenly Clan’s Heavenly Gods.
“You—are you addressing us?!” Heavenly God Qi Tuo’s gaze turned frigid as he glared down.
“Yes. What of it?” She remained unfazed.
Ye Qingxian, clad in pristine white, strode forward with ethereal grace, stopping before Shi Hao.
“You dare cause trouble here? Which sect do you belong to?” a clan leader demanded sharply.
“Silence!” Ye Qingxian turned and snapped at the sect master.
The crowd gasped. This girl had the audacity to rebuke a sect leader!
Immediately, a sect master unleashed his divine might to suppress her—yet radiant light swirled, and the overwhelming pressure inexplicably dissolved into nothingness.
“I said I will protect him. Who dares move against him?” Ye Qingxian stood beside Shi Hao, her gaze clear, her entire being radiating an otherworldly aura as she swept her eyes over the crowd.
Though just a woman, at this moment, she possessed a peerless elegance, disdainfully facing down the gathered sect masters—a sight that shook all who witnessed it.
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