Chapter 315: Cross-level combat power!

“Yes, indeed. I feel the same. The level of my ability to surpass realms now is incomparable to before—like heaven and earth,” Jiang HuanYu remarked. “I feel as though my body is brimming with limitless power. A casual strike from me could easily collapse the entirety of Xuanzhou.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. The power contained within him now had far surpassed the realm of the Emperor Sovereign, reaching a level so profound that even he couldn’t fully grasp it.

His understanding of the Immortal Realm was limited to the general structure of its levels, but he had no precise knowledge of its associated power. He would need to consult the system for further clarification.

System Notification:

“Host, your current strength is equivalent to Void Immortal Realm, Level Three. If you unleash your full potential, you can rival the Void Immortal Realm, Level Seven! This is the overwhelming leap granted by the complete version of the Primordial Chaos Divine Art!”

Jiang HuanYu’s eyes widened. “Void Immortal Realm!?”

He had directly skipped over the Immortal Realm and could now contend with beings of the Void Immortal level. The leap in his ability to surpass realms was beyond staggering—it was a quantum leap.

“This Primordial Chaos Divine Art truly lives up to its reputation as the greatest in the universe!” Jiang HuanYu murmured in awe. “To think I once begrudged the system for holding back my breakthroughs. Now I see—it was all worth it.”

He remembered the frustration of receiving centuries’ worth of cultivation experience from the system, only to face painstakingly slow progress due to the incomplete technique. Now, with the technique fully restored, those earlier frustrations seemed trivial.

Meanwhile, the summons from the Xuanyuan Clan were creating waves throughout Xuanzhou. Many forces, except for the Ziwei Divine Sect, were becoming restless.

Subversive movements emerged within various factions: the deputy leader of the Five Poisons Sect, the third and fourth elders of Xuanwu Island, two supreme elders of the Nether Sect, and three protectors of the Ancient White Tiger Clan. These individuals harbored disloyal intentions—and all were decisively eliminated.

The Heavenly Shadow Guards presented irrefutable evidence of their betrayal, leaving no room for excuses. Even Bai Tianfeng and others who sought to intercede on their behalf were powerless.

Treason meant death. This served as a stark warning to other factions.

At the Bright God Sect, tensions simmered within the grand hall.

Sect Master Xuan Ming, Grand Elder Jiu Huo Nan, Second Elder Xu Changtian, Vice Sect Master Jiang Luo, and other high-ranking members were all present.

“Seventh Elder, do you even realize what you’re saying?!” Xuan Ming’s voice was low and cold, his gaze fixed on the Seventh Elder.

“Yes, Sect Master, I fully understand,” the Seventh Elder replied resolutely. “But let’s be practical. The current momentum is clear—the downfall of the Heavenly Origin Empire is inevitable. Do you truly believe they can stand against the combined might of the entire Celestial Realm?”

“If we continue to align with them, we’ll only share their fate. Even the Great Emperor has sided with the Xuanyuan Clan. Should we commit the unforgivable sin of betraying our master’s lineage?”

His words were candid and unreserved.

Xuan Ming’s expression remained grim, his thoughts inscrutable as he stroked his chin in deep contemplation.

The Fourth Elder chimed in:
“Sect Master, the Seventh Elder raises valid points. While the Heavenly Origin Empire has control over us through their pills, if we defect to the Xuanyuan Clan now, we’ll not only save ourselves but also gain merit.

“And with the Great Emperor speaking on our behalf, the Xuanyuan Clan is sure to remove the toxins in our bodies. They wouldn’t alienate their defectors.”

Both elders referenced the Bright Emperor, the sect’s patron deity, who had already aligned with the Xuanyuan Clan.

This created an awkward dichotomy—the two emperors were with the Xuanyuan Clan, yet their sects remained under the Heavenly Origin Empire.

Xuan Ming and Jiu Huo Nan exchanged silent glances, their brows deeply furrowed. They were torn, their loyalty wavering between fear of the Heavenly Origin Empire and the overwhelming force of public sentiment.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the hall, calm yet chilling:
“Xuan Ming, I must admit, this little drama in your Bright God Sect is quite entertaining.”

At the doorway, Left Prime Minister, accompanied by Yin Lan and a dozen Heavenly Shadow Guards, stepped in gracefully.

The Fourth and Seventh Elders’ faces went pale as they froze. Even Xuan Ming’s expression darkened in shock.

“Left Prime Minister… Yin Elder… what brings you here?” Xuan Ming stammered, standing abruptly.

His composure faltered. He knew the treasonous conversation had been overheard. If the Heavenly Origin Empire decided to hold the sect accountable, there would be no salvation.

“No need for formalities, Sect Master,” the Left Prime Minister said with a faint smile. “Standing suits me better these days.”

“However…” His gaze sharpened as it fell on Xuan Ming. “Would you care to explain the words spoken by your Seventh Elder and Fourth Elder just now?”

Xuan Ming’s body trembled. Forcing a smile, he hastily swore:
“Left Prime Minister, I assure you—this is a misunderstanding! I swear on the heavens that neither I nor the Bright God Sect have any intentions of betraying the Jiang empire. If I lie, may I be struck by lightning!”

The hall’s candles suddenly flickered and went out, plunging the room into semi-darkness.

Xuan Ming jumped in fright, momentarily stunned.

“Haha…” The Left Prime Minister chuckled lightly. “No need to panic. I merely exhaled too forcefully and blew out the flames.

“Rest assured, Sect Master. I have full confidence in your loyalty to the empire.”

His tone was gentle, but the room was filled with an unmistakable weight.