In the quiet hall, Emperor Yan and all the elders stared at the elder with a human head and beastly body. Startled, the elder immediately prostrated on all fours and said respectfully, “Ancestor Yan, just earlier today, while I was in deep slumber, my avatar visited my brother Orlo. During our conversation, Orlo mentioned an extraordinary figure among the native tribes—the Flying Snow Emperor. It’s said his soul techniques can subdue even emperor-level beings, and that he hails from the Heart Realm Continent. However, Orlo doubted the credibility of this information, and I too thought it was likely a rumor. How could a cultivator from the Heart Realm Continent be so formidable? But just now, a group of elders fell into slumber, and the remaining ones suffered severe power loss and were swiftly captured. The only explanation I could think of was the legendary Flying Snow Emperor.”
“You should have told me earlier,” Emperor Yan gritted his teeth, revealing his fangs.
The elder grew anxious and quickly replied, “I initially thought it was just a rumor, and since you were in seclusion, I dared not disturb you unless it was of utmost importance.”
Emperor Yan fell silent.
The Dead Sin Tribe’s intelligence network was inherently slow. Moreover, their stark differences from the native tribes made infiltration nearly impossible, and their temperament was ill-suited for espionage. Though Emperor Yan commanded many powerful subordinates and was relatively well-informed, it was only by comparison. Windstorm Emperor couldn’t afford to lose—this was his closest chance at success—which was why he had Dongbo Xueying alter his appearance and aura. Deep down, Windstorm Emperor believed Emperor Yan likely remained unaware of the “Flying Snow Emperor’s” existence.
“Flying Snow Emperor? Where did he come from?” Emperor Yan mused silently.
His authority ranked first among the Thirteen Emperors, thanks to his formidable elders. But now, twenty-two of them had been captured alive, drastically weakening his forces. Even Emperor Yan felt a pang of panic.
“A cultivator from the Heart Realm Continent with soul techniques capable of subduing emperor-level beings? From what just happened, only a minority of elders were directly subdued, while most retained some strength,” Emperor Yan thought to himself. “If it were me, I could likely preserve even more power.”
Some of his subordinates had retained thirty percent of their strength. He estimated he could maintain at least fifty percent. With half his power, escaping Windstorm Emperor would be a certainty—especially on the Floating Island, where he could swiftly teleport away.
“Five Forbidden Elders, come with me,” Emperor Yan commanded as he stood.
“Yes,” the five most powerful elders responded respectfully. They were the strongest under his command.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Emperor Yan and his five elders transformed into streaks of light, vanishing from the hall as they traversed the void to confront Windstorm Emperor.
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Windstorm Emperor, Dongbo Xueying, and their team had successfully captured twenty-two elders, and smiles adorned their faces. The plan was mostly a success.
“If Emperor Yan is smart, we’ll achieve our goal today. Even if he foolishly resists, losing twenty-two elders—especially those with formidable physiques—means the remaining ones will be even more vulnerable to Brother Flying Snow’s soul techniques. Only the five Forbidden Elders might pose a slight challenge. Even if we have to fight head-on, victory is almost certain,” Windstorm Emperor said with a bright smile. He had waited far too long for this day.
Dongbo Xueying stood nearby, calm and composed. For him, this was merely a transaction. His true focus was on cultivating within the “Seven Bells Tower” to reach the ultimate realm.
As for dealing with the Dead Sin Tribe? Frankly, the three Dead Sin Sovereigns were all vile fiends. Among the Thirteen Emperors, aside from one who remained low-key, the other twelve were all ruthless killers who had devoured countless natives.
“The Dead Sin Tribe reminds me of the Destruction Fiends—both are born with an innate drive to kill and consume. The only difference is that the Destruction Fiends are birthed by the Supreme Laws to bring about the end of an era,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. “The Dead Sin Tribe, at least the mindless ninety-nine percent, never leave the Floating Islands, which is somewhat better. But the elite among them possess high intelligence, seek power, and wreak havoc when they do descend.”
In contrast, the native tribes were far more normal—they reproduced, had emotions, and resembled cultivators in many ways. The Dead Sin Tribe, however, was purely a product of the Floating Islands’ natural creation.
“They’re here,” Windstorm Emperor said.
Dongbo Xueying and the five Divine Generals turned their gazes forward.
Six figures materialized out of thin air.
The leader was gaunt, covered in scales, and now fully extended his massive winged appendages—so enormous they dwarfed even the five Forbidden Elders beside him. His actual body was but a thousandth the size of his wings.
Emperor Yan spread his wings, his silver eyes sweeping past Windstorm Emperor before settling on Dongbo Xueying.
“Are you the Flying Snow Emperor?” Emperor Yan’s first words upon arrival were directed at him.
“You’ve heard of Brother Flying Snow?” Windstorm Emperor was surprised, inwardly relieved he had instructed Dongbo Xueying to conceal his aura and alter his appearance.
Seeing no need for further disguise, Dongbo Xueying reverted to his original aura and appearance—the white-robed youth from the Heart Realm Continent. He smiled. “They say intelligence travels slowly among the Dead Sin Tribe. I’m surprised you learned of me so quickly, Emperor Yan.”
“One of my elders knew of your reputation,” Emperor Yan said, ignoring Windstorm Emperor entirely. His gaze remained fixed on Dongbo Xueying. “He dismissed the legends about you as mere rumors. But witnessing your power today, he realized the truth. Losing to you is no disgrace.”
“Admitting defeat so easily?” Windstorm Emperor chuckled.
“Windstorm, you’ve failed countless times before. This time, I didn’t lose to you—I lost to the Flying Snow Emperor,” Emperor Yan retorted. “A being capable of subduing emperor-level opponents is unprecedented in both the Heart Realm Continent and the Broken Tooth Mountain Range. Falling to such a powerhouse is only natural.”
Dongbo Xueying was impressed. Among the Dead Sin Tribe he had encountered, this was the first to speak with such clarity and logic.
“Flying Snow Emperor, why aid Windstorm? In terms of treasures, the Dead Sin Tribe possesses the most—we are the true natives of the Floating Islands,” Emperor Yan said. “Join me instead. Whatever treasures you desire, I will procure them for you. What say you?”
“Trying to recruit me?” Dongbo Xueying was even more astonished.
The Dead Sin Tribe, even at the highest echelons, rarely compromised—let alone actively sought alliances. Emperor Yan was truly an exception.
Historical records confirmed this: among the Thirteen Emperors, Emperor Yan stood apart. He deliberately gathered other Dead Sin Emperors to serve as his elders, leveraging both their dependence on his bloodline and his strategic acumen. Thus, he had become the most influential of the Thirteen Emperors.
“What Brother Flying Snow seeks, you cannot provide,” Windstorm Emperor interjected, his expression darkening with concern.
“What do cultivators desire?” Emperor Yan pressed, eyes locked on Dongbo Xueying. “I hear you covet Supreme Treasures and breakthroughs in cultivation. Coincidentally, a close ally of mine possesses one such Supreme Treasure. I could even help you acquire one or two more—all yours. As for cultivation aids, those are trivial matters. Name your terms.”
Windstorm Emperor paled.
“Join me. You’re a cultivator, not one of the native tribes. Assisting Windstorm or me makes no difference,” Emperor Yan said, his massive wings spread wide, his tone unusually cordial. Clearly, he regarded the Flying Snow Emperor with unprecedented esteem.
“I’m afraid I must disappoint you, Emperor Yan,” Dongbo Xueying replied.
Emperor Yan’s expression instantly darkened, his eyes turning cold.
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