“Black Emperor?” Huo Lishang felt a strange sense of familiarity, “I once encountered a mysterious organization whose members all took titles from ancient immortals and deities. I didn’t expect Golden Turtle Island to have such a custom as well.”
It felt like they originated from the same source, but “Ancestor Yin” Xu Bei was a secret subordinate of Golden Turtle Island who had wiped out the entire household of the mysterious organization known as “Master Huanglong.” Could it be that they were bitter enemies or rivals?
A few strands of Su Daji’s hair fell across her left cheek. She gently brushed them aside with her slender fingers and smiled lightly, “Heaven and earth have no master. With great calamity comes great fortune. Do you really think Golden Turtle Island is the only one who wishes to restore the former glory of the Celestial Court and the Shang Dynasty? Why are you so surprised, Master Lishang?”
“That makes sense.” Huo Lishang nodded calmly, composed and at ease, showing no sign of distress at the prospect of taking the “Nine Transmutations Li Xuan Pill” and becoming a subordinate of Golden Turtle Island. It seemed he truly meant what he had just said—that life offers many experiences, each beautiful in its own way. Since he had been forced to leave home and drift through hardships, he might as well put down his burdens, abandon external attachments, and fully embrace and enjoy the journey, unshackled by sorrow.
At this moment, he changed the subject with a smile, “There is still one matter I do not understand. I hope Lady Su can enlighten me.”
Whether in tone, expression, or demeanor, the Night Emperor seemed already part of Golden Turtle Island, as if there were no boundaries between them, no resistance at all, hence his bold question.
“Master Lishang is one of the most intelligent people under heaven. What could you possibly not understand?” Even Su Daji’s laughter carried a seductive charm.
Huo Lishang glanced around, seeing only the mist-veiled Yin Weiyang and the fatedly despairing Heavenly Daoist, then smiled slightly, “From what I’ve seen so far, Golden Turtle Island already has four Heaven Immortal experts. Not to mention you, Lady Su, and the Island Master, whose depths are unfathomable. Within this vast fragment of primordial chaos, the wild beasts and ferocious birds we encountered were all extremely powerful, comparable to great demons, and numerous at that. It seems there’s little need for people like us. Could it be that you’re short on manpower for cleaning halls and washing boats?”
With a humorous tone, he voiced his doubts. Given the strength Golden Turtle Island had displayed, why go to such lengths to organize a grand banquet for people like them?
An emperor might visit a future prime minister three times in his hut, but no one had ever heard of him hosting a feast for all the minor officials in the realm.
If truly necessary, the proper course would be to send Heaven Immortal envoys to subdue each of them forcefully, thus preventing their Dharma Bodies from forming alliances.
Su Daji’s beautiful eyes sparkled. Her gaze shifted as she covered her mouth and laughed, “Master Lishang surely understands the matter of the great calamity approaching, and realizes it’s an opportunity?”
“Yes.” Huo Lishang didn’t understand why Su Daji suddenly brought this up.
“But do you know how to survive this calamity? Do you know how to seize this opportunity? Matters concerning the Dao are profound and mysterious. It’s not as simple as legends of mighty cultivators returning like falling stars, battling it out with thunderous clashes, and the winner being ‘granted’ the Dao fruit by the Dao itself?” Su Daji’s lips curved slightly, “This isn’t a martial arts contest.”
The Night Emperor admired Su Daji’s every expression, his expression thoughtful, “Indeed, I don’t know. All ancient texts merely mention the ancient great calamity and that calamity also brings fortune. But none explain exactly how to handle it.”
Was she implying that this banquet brawl was related to the great calamity’s arrangements, at least connected to the mysterious Island Master’s plans?
Before he could ask more, Su Daji already held a bright red pill in her hand. It resembled a flower blooming on the river at sunrise—brilliant and dazzling outwardly, yet like the depths of a ten-thousand-fathom river—dangerous and hidden within. No need for words; the moment one saw it, one could feel it.
“Please take this ‘Nine Transmutations Li Xuan Pill,’ Master Lishang.” Su Daji winked and pushed the pill toward him.
The Night Emperor laughed heartily, his gaze burning hot but not lewd as he looked at Su Daji’s pale, delicate hand. He took the pill and swallowed it without hesitation, as if it were a peach rather than poison.
Seeing Huo Lishang swallow the “Nine Transmutations Li Xuan Pill,” Su Daji smiled sweetly and gracefully bowed, “From now on, we’ll belong to Golden Turtle Island together. Please take care of me, Master.”
“That is precisely what I desire, though I dare not ask.” The Night Emperor admired her rare beauty, seemingly already enjoying the beauty of this experience.
Within the fragment of primordial chaos, near the crevices of gray stones, blood began to seep out where Huo Lishang’s shadow had merged. It dripped, mottled and hideous.
…
“The Supreme Xuan Emperor” Song Jianjia cultivated a technique that was neither purely orthodox nor entirely heretical, renowned for its strangeness. She didn’t need slaughter, destruction, or plundering. She wasn’t inherently a practitioner of evil paths, yet she became the foremost of the Three Evils, a great heretic whose name could stop children from crying across the Seven Seas and Twenty-Eight Realms. The reasons all lay within herself.
Her appearance was pure and beautiful, her face naturally charming, but her character was capricious and extreme, her moods unpredictable. With formidable strength, she naturally feared nothing—such as someone glancing at her for too long resulting in their entire family being wiped out, or forcibly making a certain hero her concubine, or if a subordinate was wronged, she would certainly destroy the offender’s nine clans.
At this moment, seeing the man in the green robe who had attacked her earlier appear again, and having subdued “Ancestor Yin” Xu Bei, Song Jianjia snorted coldly and raised her right palm.
Her entire hand had become translucent and crystalline, as if carved from concentrated radiant light—not resembling a Dharma Body but more like a divine weapon.
Knowing from their earlier battle that the enemy’s Dharma Body was as solid as diamond, difficult to shake under normal circumstances, she held nothing back, directly unleashing her famous “Clear and Murky Dual Xuan Severance,” combined with the mighty technique “Supreme Xuan Hand.”
This strike was the “Clear Xuan Principle Severance.”
Pure energy rises, forming the Immortal Realm, bearing the righteous principles of heaven and earth—profound and wondrous. Song Jianjia’s slash mimicked this meaning.
Whenever she used this martial art, her expression was always solemn, for no one understood the terrifying power of the “Clear and Murky Dual Xuan Severance” better than she did. If their positions were reversed, she believed she would be unable to resist it.
The man in the green robe was no different. Their disparity had already been revealed in their earlier clash.
Her right palm slashed out, Song Jianjia’s expression solemn, her pupils reflecting only that radiant slash.
Heaven and earth seemed to be split. Pure energy spread, gathering around the light, expelling all laws outside of righteousness, asserting supremacy—only this one path, righteous yet bordering on evil.
Meng Qi was somewhat taken aback by Song Jianjia’s sudden provocation. In his opinion, regardless of whether Golden Turtle Island had ulterior motives, during such chaotic circumstances, powerful cultivators should refrain from clashing with one another at the outset. It would be wiser to temporarily maintain peace, seek alternative solutions, and avoid mutual conflict that might allow others to profit from their strife—like the proverbial “When the snipe and the clam grapple, the fisherman profits.” This so-called “Supreme Xuan Emperor” had just met him and didn’t appear irrational—why insist on a fight?
Surprised though he was, his sense of danger had always been exceptional, even among the exceptional. As soon as Song Jianjia raised her palm, he had already drawn the Overlord’s Absolute Blade, calmly slashing sideways.
The blade was translucent, as if forged from purple lightning, crackling with electricity. It moved late but arrived first, aiming to turn the area filled with pure energy into an ocean of thunder.
At that moment, Song Jianjia’s left hand slashed out as well!
This palm was pitch-black and murky, resembling a piece of ink-stained jade, saturated with filth, decay, and a chilling, lethal aura, exuding the deepest and most sinister turbid energy. Instead of slashing toward Meng Qi, it struck the previously permeating “pure energy.”
“The Murky Abyss Heretical Severance.”
When clarity and turbidity met, they suddenly canceled each other out. Around Meng Qi, everything suddenly brightened, all things turning to ashes, returning to the sea of energy, rapidly spreading outward, destroying the land, devouring the forest, even sound unable to escape. Heaven and earth seemed to merge.
The true terror of the “Clear and Murky Dual Xuan Severance” lay in the collision of opposites, mutual annihilation. If one’s strength was sufficient, it could trigger a chain reaction, endlessly spreading, destroying heaven and earth. Even “Supreme Xuan Emperor” Song Jianjia herself felt fear.
His Dharma Body, no matter how solid, would be unable to withstand this!
Song Jianjia watched the mutual annihilation gradually cease, noticing that “Ancestor Yin” Xu Bei had been sent away by the Golden Turtle Restriction Talisman in a moment of crisis.
Her expression remained calm, devoid of any trace of brutality, waiting for the result with complete confidence.
As the annihilation ceased, Song Jianjia’s pupils abruptly contracted. In the distance hovered a figure clad in a green robe, crowned by a swirling chaos cloud, enveloped in a faint, undulating eerie glow—paler and dimmer, yet showing no signs of rupture or collapse.
Unscathed? He had withstood the “Clear and Murky Dual Xuan Severance” mutual annihilation?
Before Song Jianjia could think further, she saw a flash of purple lightning, and the blade light fell upon her.
Her brows furrowed. Her body became ethereal and illusory again. The blade seemed to strike an illusion or a reflection in water, rippling outward before she reappeared unharmed.
Impressive technique… Meng Qi nodded slightly. The Supreme Xuan Emperor had been renowned for many years, second only to the Primordial Immortaless in the Seven Seas and Twenty-Eight Realms. Indeed, she had some ability, not an easy opponent to defeat.
Unwilling to be drawn into prolonged combat, he flicked his sleeve, and the heavens and earth darkened.
Another “Sleeve Containing Heaven and Earth”? Song Jianjia was about to sneer when her expression suddenly froze, eyes widening in shock.
No!
This sensation was entirely unlike before—a self-contained universe, a cage of heaven and earth.
If the one encountered earlier was a mysterious organization’s “Zhenyu Zi,” then this one now was the genuine “Zhenyu Zi”—the difference between true and false was immediately apparent!
The one who attacked me was a “counterfeit,” aiming to provoke conflict?
As she struggled, Song Jianjia suddenly gained clarity, ready to speak and warn him, when suddenly a figure appeared beyond the darkened heaven and earth, five-colored lights of crimson, azure, yellow, white, and black sweeping down from behind.
With a sweep of the Five-Color Light, Song Jianjia was immediately drawn into it, her words unspoken.
It was only when Tai Li appeared that Meng Qi sensed something, but by then it was too late. He could only watch helplessly as Tai Li snatched Song Jianjia away and fled swiftly.
“Why did Tai Li save Song Jianjia?” Meng Qi slightly furrowed his brows.
…
After flying for a while, “Peacock Demon King” Tai Li suddenly sensed a familiar aura—it was “Bai Ze Demon King” Zhu Wu.
“Finally found you.” Zhu Wu had been suppressed for many years and was still stuck at the peak of Human Immortal, unable to advance. Facing any Earth Immortal, he had little confidence. Moreover, the Demon Saint Spear was in Tai Li’s hands, so upon seeing him, he exhaled in relief.
Tai Li halted his flight light, the five-colored radiance shimmering behind him—crimson, azure, yellow, white, and black swirling in a mesmerizing dance. He spoke solemnly, “Stay back for now.”
As he spoke, his divine light swept out, pulling down Zhu Wu, who wore a confused expression.
After a few moments of sensing, Tai Li shook his five-colored light, casting out the Bai Ze Demon King. With a slightly haughty tone, he said, “Since you know the Island Master is who he is, I naturally must guard against you being an impostor.”
“Understandable, understandable.” Zhu Wu smiled bitterly, “Shall we force our way out of the island next?”
Tai Li looked around and hesitated, “Do you know how to escape this fragment of primordial chaos?”
The Bai Ze race was known for their knowledge of all things under heaven.
Zhu Wu looked up to the sky, hesitating, “We must wait until the Golden Turtle Restriction Talisman is activated or a Heaven Immortal envoy rescues us before we can discern truth from illusion and find a way to escape. Hmm…”
He suddenly looked astonished, as if he had spotted something significant in the high heavens or discovered the key to leaving the island.
Instinctively, Tai Li sensed outwardly, but all he saw was the sun, like an undercooked yolk, hanging high, with nothing unusual around it.
At that moment, his head suddenly spun, and five colors flashed before his eyes.
When did Zhu Wu get a gourd in his hand? A white beam shot out from it, suspending a banner that emitted a five-colored radiance—the very Summoning Demon Banner.
Tai Li’s entire body went limp. He had already been ensnared. The Demon Saint Spear in his hand quietly burned without any warning, as if this were an internal struggle among demons.
“You!” Tai Li hissed in a low voice.
Zhu Wu coughed slightly, chuckling, “You’ve always had it easy, rarely facing setbacks. Even when you occasionally failed, you always emerged unscathed. Thus, your pride has never waned. This time, consider it a lesson and a taste of hardship.”
“I was the ‘Azure Emperor’ of Golden Turtle Island before I was sealed!”
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