Chapter 131 : The Ancestor of the Murong Family Appears, A Reversal of the Situation

“Drunken flowers entertain three thousand guests; a single sword chills fourteen provinces!”

With his fingers forming a sword gesture, Wan Jian Shen drew out a white sword energy, raising it high before casually slashing through the air.

The eternal sword light carried the might of countless blades, a power capable of shattering the heavens and obliterating the earth. Like a dragon leaping out of the sea, the sword aura rampaged violently, effortlessly obliterating all the attacks from Murong Jiuxing, Ye Wentian, and the other powerful elders.

In that instant, the dozen Saint Sovereigns of the Murong family were all pushed back mid-air by the overwhelming energy.

A deathly silence engulfed the entire square.

It was as if time itself had frozen, an eerie stillness pervaded the scene, so quiet that even the sound of a falling pin would have been deafening.

Every face in the crowd was frozen in disbelief, their expressions a mixture of shock and horror.

“A…Supreme Realm expert!”

“This man…he’s actually in the Supreme Realm?!”

Yun Qianxing, the Patriarch of the Yun family, stammered in disbelief, his gaze fixed on Wan Jian Shen in utter shock.

Ye Wentian and Murong Jiuxing’s faces twisted with a mix of fear and astonishment, while the rest of the high-ranking figures in the Murong family were similarly stunned, their complexions pale.

The Supreme Realm was an existence above the Saint Sovereign Realm—a power they had deemed almost mythical.

How could a Supreme Realm powerhouse emerge from the unremarkable Northern Region?

None of them could fathom it. Murong Jiuxing and Ye Wentian stood frozen, overwhelmed and struggling to process the reality before them. They felt paralyzed, unsure of their next move.

Even Ye Chen was both shocked and enraged. His mind raced, unable to comprehend how someone like Wan Jian Shen could be subordinate to this enigmatic Emperor from the Jiang Dynasty.

At this moment, a voice broke the tense silence.

“May I know which mighty being graces the Murong family today?”

A seemingly benevolent yet commanding voice echoed across the square, drawing everyone’s attention.

The one who spoke was a hunched old man with an aged, wise appearance, exuding a calm and serene demeanor.

“Ancestor!”

“You’ve emerged from seclusion!”

Murong Jiuxing and the elders exclaimed with surprise and relief, as if they had just been saved from imminent disaster.

The Murong family’s ancestral figure, known simply as the Murong Ancestor, stepped forward, his gaze sweeping across the battlefield.

Upon sensing the sword aura lingering in the air, his expression turned solemn.

“A Supreme Realm expert…” he murmured, addressing Wan Jian Shen. But as he studied the group, his attention soon shifted to the figure behind himEmperor HuanYu.

With just a glance, the Murong Ancestor felt his heart skip a beat.

Despite his own cultivation in the Supreme Realm’s Third Layer, he couldn’t discern the depth of Emperor HuanYu’s strength. Instead, it felt as though his entire being was laid bare under Emperor HuanYu’s calm gaze.

His palms grew clammy, and a chill ran down his spine.

“May I ask this esteemed one’s name?” the Murong Ancestor asked politely, bowing slightly out of respect.

“Me?” HuanYu replied casually, tightening his hold on Murong Xue, who stood beside him. “You may call me Emperor HuanYu.”

The Murong Ancestor’s eyes brightened.

“A magnificent name!” he exclaimed.

“Oriental HuanYu—’Oriental’ symbolizes the dawn, a rising light that illuminates all things. “HuanYu” represents profundity and boundlessness. Combined, it signifies a great ruler, encompassing all under heaven!”

“Emperor HuanYu, you are destined for greatness—perhaps even to tread the path of the Immortal Emperor. To oppose you would be to court destruction, an act of pure folly!”

His words flowed like a waterfall of praise, catching everyone off guard.

Even members of the Murong family—Murong Jiuxing and the elders—were stunned, staring blankly at their ancestor’s effusive flattery.

Was this really the wise and dignified Murong Ancestor they had always revered?

The crowd was dumbstruck, and Ye Wentian, Yun Qianxing, and other leaders from prominent families were equally taken aback.

“Is the Murong Ancestor… actually groveling?”

But the Murong Ancestor ignored the bewildered looks, determined to salvage the situation.

“You speak well, old man,” HuanYu said, his lips curving into a faint smile. “However, if you agree with your own words, should I then destroy the Murong family for daring to oppose me?”

The Murong Ancestor’s face froze, his heart pounding violently.

He hurriedly transmitted his thoughts to Murong Jiuxing, demanding an explanation for the situation.

After a brief exchange, the truth of the events that had unfolded sank in.

The Murong Ancestor turned back, glaring at the family’s leadership with exasperation.

“You fools!” he scolded.

“Years of seclusion, and this is what I return to? The family in disarray, disgraced before the world! You’ve all truly outdone yourselves!”

Turning back to Emperor HuanYu, the Murong Ancestor immediately shifted his tone.

“Your Majesty, it is my grave oversight as the guardian of this family,” he said humbly.

“Murong Xue’s choice in aligning herself with you is the greatest fortune of our lineage. I hereby declare: no one in the Murong family shall oppose this union! On the contrary, we wholeheartedly embrace it as a union of destiny!”

His declaration left the crowd in an uproar.

Murong Jiuxing’s face was a picture of humiliation, and the family’s elders lowered their heads in silent defeat.

Meanwhile, Murong Xue couldn’t help but stifle a laugh.

If only she had known the Murong Ancestor’s personality earlier—things might have been much simpler!

“Thank you, Ancestor,” Murong Xue said softly, a rare smile gracing her lips.

The Murong Ancestor nodded warmly.

However, not everyone accepted this turn of events.

“Murong Ancestor, today was supposed to mark the union of the Murong and Ye families!” Ye Wentian interjected, his voice shaking with barely restrained anger.

But before he could finish, the Murong Ancestor cut him off.

“Shut your mouth, Ye Wentian!” the Ancestor snapped.

“Who do you think you are? Even Ye Kaishan wouldn’t dare speak to me this way! Your Ye family is nothing!”

Ye Wentian’s face flushed with rage and embarrassment as the Murong Ancestor delivered his cutting words.

The atmosphere grew even tenser, but it was clear: the balance of power had shifted entirely in favor of Emperor HuanYu and the Jiang Dynasty.

Chapter 132 : Killing a Saint Sovereign with a Glare

Ye Wentian’s face darkened as he endured the insults hurled at him. The elders of the Ye family who had accompanied him were equally enraged, their expressions suffused with humiliation.

The Murong Ancestor’s scolding was clearly meant to curry favor with Emperor HuanYu, deliberately using the Ye family as a scapegoat.

Ye Wentian had interacted with the Murong Ancestor in the past, addressing him as “senior” countless times, and had never been treated with such disdain. Now, the excuse of “disliking being called senior” seemed absurd and baseless.

“Fine!”

“Since our paths are different, there’s no point in further discussion!”

“Let’s go!”

Ye Wentian swallowed his pride and turned to leave with the Ye family entourage, their faces filled with humiliation.

“Wait.”

“When did I say you could leave?”

Emperor HuanYu’s calm voice stopped them in their tracks.

Ye Wentian halted and looked up, his tone heavy with frustration. “Your Majesty, since your goal is Murong Xue, our Ye family will withdraw and cede her to you. Isn’t that enough?!”

“Cede her?”

“You think my Xue is some kind of commodity that you can ‘give away’ as you please?”

“And who do you think you are, to speak so insolently to me?”

Emperor HuanYu’s tone turned frosty, his powerful aura spreading across the field like a tidal wave.

It was the second time Ye Wentian heard such words, first from the Murong Ancestor, and now from Emperor HuanYu. Yet, both men were beyond his capacity to confront.

“The Ye family is a recognized ancient clan,” Ye Wentian protested. “Our ancestral patriarch, Ye Kaishan, is a Supreme Realm expert. If you push us too far, it will lead to mutual destruction, and that benefits no one!”

“Mutual destruction?”

Emperor HuanYu chuckled coldly. “Your Ye family is remarkably self-assured. But let me make it clear: the fish will die, but the net will remain intact.”

His gaze swept toward Ye Chen, and with a subtle signal to Wan Jian Shen, the latter understood instantly.

A sword light flashed across the air.

“Ahhh!!!”

Ye Chen screamed in agony, falling to his knees. Blood pooled beneath him, his complexion deathly pale as pain wracked his entire body.

“Chen’er!”

“Young Master!”

The Ye family members rushed to his side, their faces filled with panic as they examined his injuries.

“Family Head,” one elder reported with dread, “the Young Master’s… foundation has been utterly destroyed. The sword’s energy was too precise and merciless; there is no chance of recovery.”

Ye Wentian clenched his fists in fury. His son—his heir—had been crippled in front of his very eyes!

“Outrageous!”

“Emperor HuanYu, you have gone too far!”

Ye Wentian roared, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Emperor HuanYu. His entire being radiated killing intent.

But Emperor HuanYu merely glanced at him.

Just one glance.

In that instant, Ye Wentian’s body froze, his vitality extinguished as he fell lifelessly to the ground, his eyes wide open in disbelief.

The crowd gasped, their faces pale with fear.

Even the Murong Ancestor sighed in relief, grateful he had aligned with Emperor HuanYu in time.

To kill a Saint Sovereign at its peak with just a glance—this was beyond comprehension. Not even a Supreme Realm Fifth Layer cultivator could achieve such a feat.

The field was deathly silent.

No one—neither South Palace Han, Yun Qianxing, nor the Murong family’s elders—dared utter a word.

A single glare had killed a patriarch of an ancient clan. This was an event unprecedented in the history of the Sea Region.

“Family Head!!!”

The surviving members of the Ye family cried out in horror, their despair filling the air as they looked at Ye Wentian’s lifeless body.

“Wan Jian Shen,” Emperor HuanYu ordered casually, “eliminate all of them.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Wan Jian Shen stepped forward, summoning a blinding sword light.

“One Sword to the Ends of the Earth!”

The terrifying sword energy surged forth, locking onto the Ye family members.

Even the Saint Sovereigns present felt a chill run down their spines, their instincts screaming at the danger. None of them could withstand a strike like this, let alone the Ye family.

“Ahhh!!!”

With a flash of light, the Ye family members disintegrated, their final screams echoing across the field.

Every Ye family member present—be it the patriarch, the elders, or the young master—was completely wiped out.

The field grew even quieter. Everyone anxiously waited to see what Emperor HuanYu would do next.

“East Ancient Sacred Land, Ice Cloud Sacred Sect, and Icecloud Sacred Dynasty—step forward.”

Emperor HuanYu’s voice rang out, his gaze sweeping across the crowd.

These three factions had all crossed paths with the Jiang Dynasty in one way or another. Emperor HuanYu had no intention of prolonging grievances; he preferred swift resolutions.

Liu Jiuxia and Tian Ye, leaders of the Sacred Land and Sacred Sect, respectively, trembled at his call.

They knew well the animosity their factions had fostered with Jiang Dynasty.

“I am Luo Jiutian, Emperor of the Icecloud Sacred Dynasty,” Luo Jiutian said as he stood, his expression puzzled. “May I ask what His Majesty requires?”

“I… I am Tian Ye, Sect Master of Ice Cloud Sacred Sect,” the nervous man stammered. “I humbly ask what instructions Your Majesty has for us.”

“And I am Liu Jiuxia, Grand Elder of East Ancient Sacred Land,” the third figure spoke, forcing himself to appear calm. “Does His Majesty have grievances to discuss?”

Internally, Liu Jiuxia felt he had an edge. After all, his grudge with the Jiang Dynasty stemmed from the actions of Feng Gutian, and he had not personally acted against them.

Feigning ignorance, he reasoned, should shield him from blame.

“Not knowing is no crime,” he thought smugly. “The young emperor cannot fault me!”

Smiling to himself, Liu Jiuxia silently congratulated his own cunning.

Surely, his quick thinking would spare him from Emperor HuanYu’s wrath—or so he believed.

Chapter 133 : The Resourceful Tian Ye

Emperor HuanYu’s gaze shifted from Liu Jiuxia and Luo Jiutian to Tian Ye.

“Not long ago, I sent someone to your Icecloud Sacred Sect to retrieve a Bailuo Dao Fruit. If you wish to retaliate, now is your chance,” Emperor HuanYu said calmly, his eyes fixed on Tian Ye.

“Your Majesty jests! Tian Ye wouldn’t dare!” Tian Ye responded, his face pale with fear.

Emperor HuanYu smirked. “Whether you didn’t dare before or don’t dare now, I know better than you.”

“Enough of this.”

“My Jiang Dynasty does not act like bandits. I took the Bailuo Dao Fruit because I needed it. As compensation, I will return something of equal or greater value to you.”

Wan Jian Shen stepped forward, holding a collection of storage rings taken from the fallen Ye family members. Among them, he retrieved a longsword, a high-grade saint weapon that had belonged to Ye Wentian.

“This sword, a superior saint weapon, shall be my compensation for taking the Bailuo Dao Fruit.”

With a flick of Emperor HuanYu’s wrist, the sword appeared in front of Tian Ye, hovering mid-air.

All eyes turned to Tian Ye, the tension in the room palpable.

Tian Ye gazed at the saint weapon, his heart racing. He wanted to take it—who wouldn’t? With this sword, even facing a Saint Sovereign Realm opponent would no longer be a daunting task.

But after careful consideration, Tian Ye clenched his fists and stood still.

“Your Majesty, please take back this sword,” Tian Ye finally said, his voice resolute. “The Bailuo Dao Fruit was willingly offered to you. My Icecloud Sacred Sect bears no grudge, nor will it in the future.”

“If we ever break this vow, let every member of the Icecloud Sacred Sect suffer divine retribution and die without peace!”

Before the gathered forces of the Sea Domain, Tian Ye made a solemn oath.

Among the crowd, figures like Yun Qianxing and Nan Gonghan couldn’t help but look at Tian Ye in a new light.

Rejecting such a valuable weapon was undoubtedly the wisest choice for the survival of the Icecloud Sacred Sect.

The sword’s value exceeded that of the Bailuo Dao Fruit. If Tian Ye had accepted it, anyone in Emperor HuanYu’s position would see it as an insult, possibly leading to the sect’s annihilation within days.

Emperor HuanYu raised an eyebrow, a glimmer of surprise crossing his face. Tian Ye’s decision demonstrated intelligence and self-restraint.

“Are you certain you don’t want this saint weapon, Sect Master Tian Ye?” Emperor HuanYu asked one last time.

“Please take it back, Your Majesty,” Tian Ye replied firmly.

“Very well.”

“From this day forward, the Icecloud Sacred Sect shall be a vassal of my Jiang Dynasty. Tian Ye, do you accept?”

For Tian Ye, this was an unexpected but golden opportunity. Aligning with the Jiang Dynasty meant a brighter future for the Icecloud Sacred Sect.

“I accept!” Tian Ye declared, his tone filled with gratitude. “From now on, the Icecloud Sacred Sect pledges allegiance to the Jiang Dynasty. Every member of the sect will kneel in respect before Your Majesty!”

Tian Ye then dropped to his knees, bowing deeply to Emperor HuanYu in front of the entire crowd.

“Impressive,” murmured the Murong Ancestor, who watched the scene unfold with admiration.

“This young man has a sharp eye, almost as sharp as mine,” he mused. “Too bad Murong Jiuxing and the others are such fools. If they had half this young man’s wit, we wouldn’t have come this close to disaster!”

“Good,” Emperor HuanYu said, gesturing for Tian Ye to rise.

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” Tian Ye stood, relief washing over him.

Liu Jiuxia, observing Tian Ye’s successful submission, felt a surge of hope. Clearly, Emperor HuanYu was a reasonable ruler who valued loyalty over brute force.

“Your Majesty, I” Liu Jiuxia began.

But before he could finish, Emperor HuanYu turned to Fei Peng.

“Kill the members of East Ancient Sacred Land and Icecloud Sacred Sect,” he ordered casually.

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Fei Peng stepped forward, locking his gaze on Luo Jiutian and Liu Jiuxia.

Liu Jiuxia froze, his expression blank with disbelief.

He hadn’t even been given a chance to explain himself.

Luo Jiutian, too, was at a loss. “Your Majesty! What have we done to warrant this?!”

“Your Majesty, I swear I didn’t know about Feng Gutian’s actions!” Liu Jiuxia cried, desperate to plead his case.

But it was too late.

Fei Peng unsheathed his Demon-Suppressing Sword, unleashing several beams of radiant sword energy.

“Ahhh!!!”

The screams of Liu Jiuxia, Luo Jiutian, and their followers echoed briefly before being silenced. Their bodies were torn apart, the fragments scattering across the blood-soaked ground.

The metallic tang of blood hung heavily in the air.

Luo Jiutian died without understanding why.

Liu Jiuxia, who had painstakingly crafted his defense, never had the chance to utter it.

The deaths of these leaders plunged the audience into even deeper unease.

Emperor HuanYu’s gaze then fell upon a middle-aged man sitting in the fourth row.

The man’s heart skipped a beat as he stammered, “Y-Your Majesty, why are you looking at me?”

“Floating Heaven Saint King,” Emperor HuanYu said with a sly smile. “Take a guess.”

“Do you think I’ll let you go?”

“If not to kill you, then why else would I bother looking your way?”

Chapter 134 : The Extinction of the Ye Clan

The Floating Heaven Saint King’s face turned pale upon hearing Emperor HuanYu’s words. Without hesitation, he transformed into a streak of sacred light, attempting to flee. To boost his speed, he even sacrificed two-thirds of his remaining lifespan. His decisiveness left no room for delay.

However, his escape was nothing but wishful thinking.

With his Saint King-level cultivation, not only was he powerless against the likes of Emperor HuanYu and Wan Jian Shen, who were in the Supreme Realm, but even Saint King experts like Fei Peng could end his life effortlessly.

The Arrow God locked onto the fleeing Floating Heaven Saint King, loosing a blazing arrow that streaked across the sky.

Whoosh!

Boom!

“Ahhh!”

The Saint King’s body was engulfed by the fiery arrow, his figure disintegrating in the sky, leaving nothing behind.

After the Floating Heaven Saint King was annihilated, Emperor HuanYu scanned the crowd below before issuing an order:

“Wan Jian Shen, take your men to the Ye Clan and deal with them. Leave no one alive.”

Those present trembled upon hearing this decree.

An ancient clan was about to face annihilation!

“Understood, Your Majesty!” Wan Jian Shen, accompanied by fifty Divine Execution Guards, prepared to depart.

“Your Majesty,” the Murong Ancestor suddenly spoke up, “may I accompany them? The Ye Clan’s patriarch, Ye Kaishan, has long irked me with his schemes and underhanded tricks. With me along, I can help guard against any of his devious moves.”

Wan Jian Shen looked displeased, suspecting the Murong Ancestor doubted his capabilities.

But Emperor HuanYu nodded. “Very well, go with them.”

“Thank you, Your Majesty!” The Murong Ancestor seemed thrilled, joining Wan Jian Shen and his team.

“No need for travel delays,” Emperor HuanYu interjected. “Traveling to the Ye Clan from here takes too much time. I’ll send you there myself.”

He drew the Qiankun Dagger, which radiated a brilliant spatial light, its aura saturated with potent spatial energy.

With a wave of his hand, the Qiankun Dagger’s spatial power enveloped Wan Jian Shen, the Murong Ancestor, and the Divine Execution Guards, instantly transporting them to the Ye Clan.

The crowd below was left stunned, watching as the group vanished into thin air.

Shortly after, Emperor HuanYu and Murong Xue also disappeared, leaving behind a shaken gathering.

After Emperor HuanYu’s departure, the marriage ceremony devolved into chaos.

The leaders of various factions, deeply unnerved, began to leave in haste.

“Tian Ye bids farewell to the Murong family,” said the Ice Cloud Sacred Sect leader before hastily exiting.

“Brother Jiuxing, we’ll take our leave as well.”

“Farewell, Murong Clan Head.”

One by one, the representatives of the Sea Domain’s forces departed in droves, as if afraid that lingering too long would bring misfortune.

The Yun Clan, Nan Gong Clan, and Chen Clan also withdrew, their leaders eager to return home and convene emergency meetings to discuss the dramatic shifts in power and alliances that had occurred.

At the Ye Clan’s island stronghold, chaos erupted as radiant sword energy cleaved through the skies.

Massive sword beams descended, each spanning tens of thousands of meters, tearing apart the island and its palatial structures. Entire buildings collapsed in an instant, and countless Ye Clan members were killed before they could even react.

Wan Jian Shen, wielding Ye Wentian’s superior-grade saint weapon, appeared in the skies above the ruined island alongside the Murong Ancestor and fifty Divine Execution Guards. His gaze was cold and merciless.

“Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”

“Who dares trespass on the Ye Clan’s territory?! You’re courting death!”

Terrifying roars laced with sacred power echoed from the forbidden grounds of the Ye Clan.

Ten Saint elders, led by a bald old man, emerged to confront the invaders.

This bald elder was none other than the Ye Clan’s patriarch, Ye Kaishan, a Supreme Realm cultivator at the third tier.

“Murong Yue, what’s the meaning of this?” Ye Kaishan demanded, his tone a mix of shock and fury. “Attacking our clan, destroying our homes, are you trying to ignite a war between ancient clans?”

His confusion was evident. As far as he knew, the two clans were supposed to be forming an alliance through marriage. What had gone so terribly wrong?

“Hah!” The Murong Ancestor sneered. “Ye Kaishan, I’ve tolerated you long enough! From the day your sister seduced me, I’ve been waiting for this moment!”

“This grudge will be settled today!”

Ye Kaishan scowled. “What nonsense are you spouting, Murong Yue? My sister’s actions have nothing to do with me!”

“Bullshit!” Murong Yue roared. “You drugged me that night and used your sister to ruin my Pure Yang cultivation! It’s because of you that I’ve been stuck at the Supreme Realm’s third tier for so long!”

“You’re a despicable bastard, Ye Kaishan! But today, justice will be served, and your clan will pay the price!”

Murong Yue’s declaration, delivered with unbridled rage, left the Ye Clan elders bewildered.

“Enough of this drivel!” Ye Kaishan bellowed, his face darkening. “Activate the defensive formation! Kill the intruders!”

As the Ye Clan elders activated their defensive barriers and prepared for battle, Murong Yue readied a flaming crimson orb, a high-grade saint weapon, preparing to unleash its power.

But before he could act, Wan Jian Shen intervened.

Wan Jian Shen stepped forward, his voice calm yet commanding:

“One sword to greet the western winds…”

“Another to suppress the Nine Provinces!”

As he raised his weapon, a colossal sword deity materialized behind him, exuding an unparalleled aura of sword energy.

The massive figure mirrored Wan Jian Shen’s movements, raising its own ethereal blade as he gathered power.

With a swing, the sword deity unleashed two blinding, silver-white beams of energy, like roaring dragons tearing through the sky.

The beams crashed into the Ye Clan’s defensive formation, shattering it instantly.

Ye Kaishan and the other elders barely had time to register the attack before the sword beams consumed them.

Their bodies disintegrated without a sound, leaving no trace behind.

The Ye Clan’s once-mighty patriarch and his elders were utterly obliterated.

Below, the remaining members of the Ye Clan stood amidst the rubble of their destroyed palaces, their faces pale with despair.

“Patriarch! Elders!”

Their anguished cries echoed across the ruins, a haunting dirge marking the fall of an ancient clan.

Chapter 135 : Father’s Day

Murong’s ancestor gulped, unable to hide his astonishment.

Incredible!

Wan Jian Shen’s strength exceeded expectations. Though his cultivation clearly marked him as Supreme Realm Level 3, his combat prowess soared far beyond. His power rivaled that of a Supreme Realm Level 5 cultivator.

A true prodigy!

“Kill them all! Leave no one from the Ye Clan alive!”

Without hesitation, Wan Jian Shen swung his sword and led fifty Divine Execution Guards in a full-scale massacre of the Ye Clan.

Murong’s ancestor quickly joined in, shaking off his daze.

Two Supreme Realm experts swept through their enemies like a tidal wave. The Ye Clan had no chance—most of its members fell before they could even comprehend the threat.

Emperor HuanYu returned to the Void Realm with his entourage.

Carrying Murong Xue, he stepped into his bedchamber and shut the door behind them. Gently, he placed her on the bed.

Murong Xue’s usually composed and cool demeanor was now tinged with nervousness.

“What’s the matter, Xue?” Emperor HuanYu asked with a teasing smile. “Are you afraid of me?”

Murong Xue shook her head, though her discomfort was evident.

Pinned beneath Emperor HuanYu, their bodies almost touching, her heart raced uncontrollably.

“So, you’re not afraid of me. That must mean you’re nervous?” he joked, his tone light. “No experience, huh?”

Murong Xue rolled her eyes, her cheeks flushing as she retorted, “What do you think? I’ve never been this close to a man, not even in my past life.”

Hearing this, Emperor HuanYu laughed heartily. “No worries, my Xue. Let me teach you. Just follow my lead.”

Gently, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her face, revealing her flawless features.

Unable to resist the allure of her beauty, Emperor HuanYu leaned in and kissed her lips.

Murong Xue’s breath quickened, and she closed her eyes, slowly wrapping her arms around his neck as she melted into his embrace…

((Omitted scene))

A series of shocking news shook the Sea Domain, spreading like wildfire.

One of the five great ancient clans, the Ye Clan, had been annihilated. The joint forces of the Jiang Dynasty and Murong’s ancestor had reduced the once-mighty clan to nothing more than a historical footnote.

But the devastation didn’t stop there.

The Eastern Sacred Land and Ice Cloud Sacred Dynasty, both formidable forces, also met their ends.

“Have you heard? Not only the Ye Clan but even the Eastern Sacred Land and Ice Cloud Sacred Dynasty were wiped out! The Jiang Dynasty is terrifying!”

“Three entire factions, completely annihilated. Not a single survivor!”

“Even women, children, and the elderly were slaughtered. It’s brutal!”

“The Ye Clan’s destruction was swift. With two Supreme Realm experts leading the charge, it was over in an instant. Most of the Ye Clan didn’t even realize they were dead before they fell.”

“But the other two factions—now that was a tragedy!”

“I heard the Jiang Dynasty secretly cultivated two terrifying military units: the Blood Rain Corps and the Destruction Corps.”

“Both are monstrous!”

“According to witnesses, when the Blood Rain Corps arrived at the Ice Cloud Sacred Dynasty’s capital, it began raining blood. The soldiers in that rain became practically invincible. No matter how many times they were struck down, their bodies regenerated instantly!”

“And the Destruction Corps—they’re walking thunderbolts. Each soldier carries the power of countless divine lightning strikes. When they attacked the Eastern Sacred Land, they leveled entire mountain ranges. Thousands of Sacred Land disciples now lie buried beneath the rubble!”

“It’s horrifying!”

“Fei Peng and Chonglou, generals of the Jiang Dynasty, are leading their armies in a sweeping conquest of the Inner Sea Domain. Many factions have already surrendered to their banner!”

“With the support of the Ice Cloud Sacred Sect and the Murong Clan, it feels like they’re preparing to unify the entire Sea Domain!”

“Well, what choice do we have? Did you hear how the Jiang Emperor killed the Ye Clan’s patriarch? He killed him with a single glare! Everyone knows about it now.”

“Who would dare oppose such power? If the Jiang Dynasty wants to unify the Sea Domain, I accept it. They’ve earned it with their strength.”

“Who said that?”

“I’m just saying. It’s shocking that a force from the Northern Domain, of all places, has risen to become the dominant power in the Sea Domain. Who could have predicted this?”

While the Sea Domain buzzed with talk of the Jiang Dynasty, Emperor HuanYu paid no heed.

For the past four days, he indulged himself with his consorts, turning ordinary days into an unrestrained celebration of life and luxury.

He lived as though every day was Father’s Day, and when it was over, he lay on his bed, utterly satisfied.

Chapter 136 : Unifying the Inner Seas

Beside Jiang HuanYu, Murong Xue was deeply asleep, her face showing signs of exhaustion. She was dressed in a thin pink gauze outfit, and her hairstyle had been changed. Jiang HuanYu himself had tied her long hair into two ponytails. Red marks were faintly visible on her delicate wrists.

As Jiang HuanYu tried to gently pull his hand away, Murong Xue stirred awake.

“Xue’er, I have to get up now,” he said softly, stroking her cheek. “Are you still tired?”

Murong Xue, her eyes half-closed with lingering drowsiness, nodded slightly. “Still tired,” she mumbled. “You liar, you said it would only be for one day.” Her tone carried a hint of frustration, her voice hoarse from exhaustion.

Jiang HuanYu chuckled as she suddenly grabbed his hand and bit down on it in playful retaliation. He let her bite him until she let go, then said with a grin, “I didn’t lie. I asked if you wanted more happiness, and you said yes, didn’t you?”

“And look at what you did to my neck!” he added, pointing at the marks scattered all around.

Murong Xue’s face flushed red as she glanced at his neck, which was covered with evidence of their prolonged “discussion.” Embarrassed, she muttered, “How was I supposed to know what you meant by ‘happiness’?”

Laughing heartily, Jiang HuanYu leaned closer and whispered teasingly, “But Xue’er, weren’t you happy?”

Blushing furiously, Murong Xue avoided his gaze. “Just get up already. I need more rest,” she replied, turning her back to him.

Jiang HuanYu smirked mischievously. “Not so fast,” he said as he suddenly flipped over and pressed her down, gripping her wrists.

“Xue’er,” he murmured, his tone light but suggestive. “Just talking with you has made me want to… further our ‘exchange.’”

Before Murong Xue could protest, Jiang HuanYu kissed her deeply, and all she could do was let out muffled sounds of resistance.

Several hours later, Jiang HuanYu finally emerged from the chamber, looking rejuvenated. He appeared in the garden, where Medusa, Su Baijie, Qian Xinrou, and Han Wanxiang were roasting spirit beast meat over a fire. The two Frost White Dragons and the little White Tiger were there as well.

The White Tiger noticed Jiang HuanYu first and let out excited squeals while waving its tiny paws.

“Your Majesty!” the women greeted, bowing deeply.

“Rise, all of you. No need for formalities,” Jiang HuanYu replied, taking a seat. He noticed that Xiao Qingli was not present and assumed she must be cultivating.

Han Wanxiang, always the most playful of the group, teased him. “Judging by Your Majesty’s radiant expression, Xue Sister must have had quite the experience these past few days, huh?”

“Watch yourself, Wanxiang,” Jiang HuanYu shot back with mock severity. “Or else, once this period is over, I’ll show you just how merciless I can be—right here, in front of your sisters.”

Han Wanxiang stuck out her tongue playfully. “I’m safe for now, Your Majesty. You’ll have to wait until this child is born before you can do anything.”

The others laughed as the White Tiger eagerly waved at the grilled meat, signaling it was ready to eat. Jiang HuanYu laughed heartily. “Fine, fine, let’s eat! Life is meant to be enjoyed.”

As they feasted, Jiang HuanYu conjured a pile of enormous oysters, each the size of a small barrel, and placed them on the ground.

“What are these, Your Majesty?” Su Baijie asked, curious.

“These were harvested from the ocean floor, twenty thousand meters below the surface,” Jiang HuanYu explained, already roasting one over the fire. “They’re a treasure for women—they enhance beauty and youth. For men, they’re even better—restorative and energizing, the so-called ‘fuel stations’ for men and ‘beauty parlors’ for women.”

The women were perplexed by his modern metaphors, but the promise of beauty enhancement caught their interest.

Left Xuanqi soon arrived with Xu Bai, who had returned from a mission.

“Your Majesty, Xu Bai has returned,” Left Xuanqi reported.

Xu Bai bowed deeply. “This humble servant greets Your Majesty!”

“Rise,” Jiang HuanYu commanded, motioning for him to stand.

After finishing his last oyster, Jiang HuanYu asked, “Did you find the Heaven Mystic Liquid “Tianxu”?”

Xu Bai shook his head in regret. “Your Majesty, despite searching extensively across the inner seas, I failed to locate it. I beg Your Majesty’s forgiveness.”

Jiang HuanYu turned to Xuanqi. “What about the Ye Clan’s treasury? Did you uncover anything there?”

Left Xuanqi also shook his head. “No sign of the Tianxu Spirit Liquid there either, Your Majesty.”

Frowning slightly, Jiang HuanYu waved his hand dismissively. “Never mind. With Feipeng nearly done unifying the inner seas, we can soon begin targeting the deep-sea forces. We’ll overturn every treasury until we find it.”

Before dismissing the two, Jiang HuanYu used a Saint Emperor-level cultivation card to elevate Xu Bai’s power, leaving him overwhelmed with gratitude. Jiang HuanYu then entrusted Xu Bai with a critical mission before sending him out of the Void Secret Realm toward the Ghost King Sect.

Within three days, a groundbreaking announcement swept across the deep seas: the Jiang Empire had successfully unified the inner seas. Even the once-dominant Ghost King Sect, Blood King Sect, and Evil King Sect had submitted without resistance.

The seas were abuzz with astonishment:

“The Jiang Empire is unstoppable!”

“They conquered the inner seas without leaving a single stone unturned!”

“The Ghost King Sect and others surrendered immediately—what choice did they have?”

Rumors of the Blood Rain Corps and Destruction Corps, two elite units under the Jiang Empire, only heightened the fear and respect for their power.

Meanwhile, Jiang HuanYu paid little attention to these events, content to indulge in his well-deserved rest. For him, these were simply peaceful, fulfilling days—worthy of being called “Father’s Days.”

Chapter 137 : Another Round of Rewards

In a grand palace, Jiang HuanYu sat, discussing matters with Wan Jian Shen. Suddenly, a familiar system notification resounded in his mind.

[Ding!]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host! Fei Peng, Chong Lou, and others have successfully unified the Inner Seas. Prestige Points increased by 30,000!]

[Ding! System: Current Jiang Dynasty Prestige Points: 75,320!]

[Ding! System Reward: Mega Prestige Gift Pack x1, Prestige Achievement Combo Gift Pack x1. Items have been sent to the warehouse. Please check!]

Jiang HuanYu smirked, far more composed than the last time. It seemed he had grown used to the surprises from the system.

“System, open all the gift packs!” he ordered mentally.

[Ding! System: Opening gift packs. Please wait…]

[Ding! Congratulations to the host! Rewards include: Unlimited Cultivation Boost Cards x30, Global Enhancement Chances x10, Advanced Enhancement Cards for Fei Peng, Chong Lou, Danchen, Wan Jian Shen, and Arrow God x1 each.]

As the notifications appeared, Jiang HuanYu quickly located the new items in his warehouse.

“Advanced Enhancement Cards for characters? What do they do?” he asked curiously.

[Ding! System: Advanced Enhancement Cards, when used on specific characters, grant a substantial upgrade in overall abilities and power. Additionally, the host now has access to remote enhancement, allowing upgrades without summoning characters directly.]

Jiang HuanYu’s eyes lit up. “Remote enhancement? Not bad! This way, I don’t have to gather everyone every time.”

Without hesitation, he issued the command, “System, use all 10 Global Enhancement Chances and all 5 Advanced Enhancement Cards immediately!”

[Ding! System: Processing enhancements…]

As the enhancements were applied, Jiang HuanYu could feel his own cultivation soaring. Beside him, Wan Jian Shen’s aura surged even more fiercely, clearly benefiting from the Advanced Enhancement Card.

[Ding! System: Enhancements complete!]

[Ding! System: Would the host like to open the character cultivation status panel?]

“Open it!” Jiang HuanYu commanded, eager to see the results.

The system displayed the updated statuses:

Jiang HuanYu’s jaw nearly dropped. “Good heavens! Fei Peng and the others have reached the Void Realm! These Advanced Enhancement Cards are insane!”

[Ding! System: The Advanced Enhancement Cards are only the beginning. Work hard, and you’ll unlock Epic and God-tier Enhancement Cards. Advanced Cards are so basic even a dog would reject them.]

Jiang HuanYu felt a twinge of irritation. “This system! It’s like it’s mocking me every chance it gets,” he muttered, shaking his head helplessly. He set aside the remaining 30 Unlimited Cultivation Boost Cards for now, deciding to focus on his immediate plans.

“System, use the Unlimited Cultivation Boost Cards on me and Wan Jian Shen simultaneously!” he commanded.

[Ding! System: Boosting cultivation…]

After some time, both Jiang HuanYu and Wan Jian Shen had used eight cards each, consuming a total of 16 cards. Combined with the four leftovers from before, this left 18 Unlimited Cultivation Boost Cards in the warehouse.

Jiang HuanYu wasn’t the least bit regretful. The results were staggering:

Moreover, if Jiang HuanYu used his Qiankun Dagger or the Chaos Bell, even those at the Destiny Altering Realm would have no choice but to kneel.

The breakthroughs granted them newfound power: Immortal Force, an energy beyond even Saint Force or Void Force. This immortal energy imbued their blood with eternal vitality, granting them unmatched strength and resilience. They could now tear open spatial rifts and traverse the Void, a hallmark of true Immortal Realm experts.

Jiang HuanYu smirked as he considered his progress. “At this level, even in the Central Saint Continent, we’re not to be trifled with.”

Chapter 138 : The Forces of Central Sacred Continent

Jiang HuanYu summoned Arrow God and Zuo Xuanqi to the palace following his cultivation breakthrough.

“Greetings, Your Majesty!”
Arrow God and Zuo Xuanqi entered the hall and bowed in unison.

“Rise.”
“I summoned you both because there is work to be done.”

“Arrow God, travel to the Deep Sea and slay the Nine-Evil Moonstep Elephant. Bring its head back to me.”

“Zuo Xiang, accompany Wan Jian Shen to the Golden Divine Dragon Clan. Acquire a drop of Golden Dragon Essence Blood. Furthermore, give them a choice: submission or annihilation.”

Jiang HuanYu delivered his orders directly and decisively.

“Understood, Your Majesty!”
The two men accepted the commands and departed.

The Nine-Evil Moonstep Elephant was a promise Jiang HuanYu had made to Murong Xue. Although she hadn’t mentioned it since, Jiang HuanYu had kept it in mind. With Arrow God now at Supreme Realm Ninth Level, taking down the beast should be as effortless as drinking water.

Meanwhile, Jiang HuanYu gathered all his consorts in a palace chamber and began distributing Unlimited Cultivation Boost Cards to elevate their strength.

Having experienced this before, Su Baijie and Xiao Qingli remained composed, but Murong Xue—seeing such an incredible way to increase cultivation for the first time—stood frozen in astonishment.

Jiang HuanYu first used Saint Emperor Realm Cards to raise Murong Xue to the Saint Emperor Realm. Then, excluding Medusa, he used Unlimited Cultivation Boost Cards on the rest.

Out of the 18 remaining cards, 14 were used. The results were phenomenal:

Murong Xue’s progress, coupled with her imperial-grade techniques and extraordinary physique, meant even her father could no longer confidently defeat her.

After raising their cultivation levels, Jiang HuanYu spent the rest of the day in his private quarters with the ladies, enjoying a game of “catch the turtle.”

In the aftermath of the destruction of the Ye Clan and the submission of the Murong Clan, the remaining three ancient clans were in turmoil.

The impending dominance of the Jiang Dynasty had left the clans in the Deep Sea uneasy, awaiting the inevitable confrontation. Each passing day felt like an eternity as they anticipated the arrival of Jiang HuanYu’s forces.

In the Cloud Clan’s grand hall, Clan Leader Yun Qianxing and his senior elders convened. Their Supreme Realm ancestor had even emerged from seclusion in response to the crisis.

“What news from Chen Xujin?” Yun Qianxing directed his question at the first elder.

“Because of the Deep Sea’s Demon Realm seal, any large-scale conflict with the Jiang Dynasty could destabilize the seal. Chen Xujin has reported the situation to the forces of Zhongshengzhou Continent. Ziwei Divine Sect has already replied, stating they will intervene to prevent the Jiang Dynasty from entering the Deep Sea region.”

Yun Qianxing furrowed his brows deeply. “It will take at least a month for reinforcements from the Zhongshengzhou Continent to arrive—unless someone at the Immortal Realm comes. However, Immortal Realm experts are the cornerstone of their factions; they’re unlikely to intervene personally.”

“A month’s time…” Yun Qianxing shook his head grimly. “At the pace the Jiang Dynasty is advancing, we may already be defeated by then.”

The three remaining ancient clans—Cloud Clan, Chen Clan, and the Nan Gong Clan—were at a crossroads. Their only hope lay in stalling until the Zhongshengzhou Continent could send aid. The thought of submitting, as the Murong Clan had done, was out of the question.

“The current course of action leaves us with no choice,” Yun Qianxing announced. “We must unite with the Nan Gong Clan and the Chen Clan. Together, we might create enough of a deterrent to stall the Jiang Dynasty.”

The elder ancestor, seated at the head of the table, added, “Yun Enheng, visit the Golden Divine Dragon Clan. Notify Ao Tian of the situation and invite them to join our alliance. If we can rally the three ancient clans and the strongest Deep Sea beast faction, we may have enough leverage to negotiate with Jiang HuanYu.”

Yun Enheng nodded. “Yes, Ancestor.”

With the growing shadow of the Jiang Dynasty’s conquest looming, the ancient clans scrambled to muster every resource at their disposal. But against Jiang HuanYu’s unrelenting dominance, their chances seemed increasingly slim.

Chapter 139: The Golden Divine Dragon Clan

Deep Sea, Tianlong Sea Region!

This sea region was a notorious forbidden area for human warriors, as it was dominated by the most powerful beast race in the deep sea—the Golden Divine Dragon Clan!

Legend had it that the ancestors of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan were once pure-blooded divine beasts, their cultivation reaching the Quasi-Emperor level. However, due to some unknown catastrophe, the ancestor perished, leading to the clan’s decline and their eventual retreat into the sea regions.

Now, the strongest among the Golden Divine Dragon Clan was their clan leader, Aotian, whose cultivation was at the Supreme Realm, Fourth Heaven. Aside from Aotian, the clan no longer had any Supreme Realm experts.

In the heart of the Deep Sea Region, a sprawling palace complex stood on the ocean’s surface, resplendent and magnificent. At its center, a grand palace adorned with intricate sculptures of thousand-meter-long golden dragons exuded a commanding presence.

Inside one of the grand halls, Aotian, the clan leader, had transformed into the form of a robust human male with two golden dragon horns protruding from his head and dragon scales guarding his chest. Seated regally, he was surrounded by several high-ranking elders of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan, all in deep discussion.

“Clan Leader,” said Ao Ye, the Grand Elder and a peak Saint Emperor cultivator. “The Jiang Dynasty has already unified the Outer and Inner Seas. Reports suggest that their Inner Sea forces are regrouping and preparing to march toward the Deep Sea region.”

“Jiang HuanYu’s ambition knows no bounds. It’s clear he intends to unify the entire sea domain. What should we do?”

Aotian frowned, deep in thought, before responding, “What are the movements of the other ancient clans?”

Ao Ye replied, “Aside from the Murong Clan, the other three ancient clans remain silent. However, our scouts report that Murong Yue has already led the Murong Clan’s forces to the border of the Deep Sea, likely preparing to assist the Jiang Dynasty in a sweep.”

Aotian nodded, his expression grave.
“If the three ancient clans remain quiet, let us observe for now. If the Jiang Dynasty strikes, their first target will undoubtedly be the human forces.”

“The likes of Yun Qianxing and Chen Xujin would never willingly bow their heads. If they were inclined to, those ancient clans would’ve long since headed to Zhongsheng Continent in pursuit of greater cultivation heights.”

His analysis was calm and clear. As the saying went: “Better to be the head of a chicken than the tail of a phoenix.”

The ancient clan leaders were exactly this type. Their proud natures would make them more anxious than anyone else about the Jiang Dynasty’s growing power.

Suddenly, the space before them split open with a tearing sound, revealing two figures—Zuo Xuanqi and Myriad Sword God.

The abrupt arrival stunned everyone in the hall. Even Aotian was visibly shaken.

“How dare you!”
“Who are you?! How dare you intrude into the palace of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan! Do you have a death wish?!”

The Saint Emperor-level elders snapped out of their shock and sternly rebuked the intruders.

Zuo Xuanqi smirked arrogantly, standing tall and proud. “We are the ones you were just discussing—the Jiang Dynasty!”

“I am the Prime Minister of the Jiang Dynasty, Zuo Xuanqi!”
“And this, the slayer of the once-renowned Ye Clan, now the offering of our Dynasty!”

The hall fell silent, the elders’ faces filled with shock and unease.

“The Jiang Dynasty?”
“You are Myriad Sword God?!”

Even Aotian’s expression grew darker. Suppressing the ominous feeling in his heart, he cupped his hands respectfully. “What brings the two of you to our Golden Divine Dragon Clan?”

Zuo Xuanqi sneered. “Clan Leader Aotian, I will be direct. His Majesty Yuanhuang holds you and your clan in high regard and has issued a decree: from this day forth, the Golden Divine Dragon Clan is to become a vassal of the Jiang Dynasty, ready to serve His Majesty at all times!”

“What do you think of this decree?”

Aotian’s face stiffened, his heart sinking. The situation had come to a head, forcing him to make a decision. Accepting the decree meant that the Golden Divine Dragon Clan would become subordinate to Jiang HuanYu, relinquishing their independence. Rejecting it would undoubtedly provoke conflict, and with Myriad Sword God present, the threat was clear.

“Clan Leader, you must not agree!” Ao Ye transmitted his thoughts urgently. “If we submit to the Jiang Dynasty, how will we face our ancestors after death?”

Hearing this, Aotian’s resolve hardened. “Yes! Better to die standing than live kneeling!”

He made his decision. Even if it meant fighting Myriad Sword God and fleeing to Zhongsheng Continent, he would never submit.

Just as Aotian was about to act, Myriad Sword God, impatient with the silence, released a sliver of Immortal Realm aura.

Boom!

The oppressive force blanketed the hall, and everyone from the Golden Divine Dragon Clan was forced to their knees involuntarily under the crushing pressure. The terrifying aura sent chills down their spines.

“Immortal Realm!”

A wave of cold dread swept through Aotian as he realized the immense gap in power. This wasn’t a battle he could win. His earlier resolve faltered in the face of such overwhelming strength.

Chapter 140 : Secrets of the Demon Realm

Aotian and Ao Ye knelt on the ground, trembling in utter terror. Their faces were pale with shock, their minds buzzing.

“What the hell is going on?!”

“Who spread the rumor that Myriad Sword God was at the Supreme Realm?”

The aura radiating from him was absolutely terrifying—far beyond the Supreme Realm. This was an oppressive force thousands of times stronger, rendering them completely powerless to resist.

Aotian’s heart pounded furiously, and his mind raced.

“That was close!”

“Fortunately, I didn’t act rashly. There’s still room to turn this around.”

He took a deep breath, forced himself to remain calm, and declared:

“Our Golden Divine Dragon Clan is willing to submit to the Jiang Dynasty!”
“From this day forward, we pledge unwavering loyalty to His Majesty HuanYu!”

Aotian’s swift submission left the other high-ranking members of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan with no room to object. Their collective survival instincts screamed at them to comply.

“Are you joking?”

The aura exuded by Myriad Sword God was so terrifying it felt capable of destroying the heavens and the earth. Even a mere wisp of it had forced them all to their knees, unable to move.

This was unquestionably the power of someone beyond the Supreme Realm. Any resistance from their clan would only lead to annihilation.

Zuo Xuanqi nodded with satisfaction. “Good. The wise know when to submit.”

“Now, release your souls and let Myriad Sword God leave his mark upon them.”

The demand left no room for negotiation. The Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s leaders hesitated but, under immense pressure, reluctantly complied. They opened their souls, allowing Myriad Sword God to imprint them with a sword mark.

The mark was no ordinary seal—it carried immense power. Should any of them harbor rebellious thoughts, it would instantly obliterate their souls.

Zuo Xuanqi’s voice echoed again: “One more thing, Clan Leader Aotian.”
“We will also need a drop of your blood essence.”

Aotian gritted his teeth but nodded. “That’s no problem.”

He condensed a drop of golden blood essence from his chest and handed it to Zuo Xuanqi, who accepted it with a nod.

“Good. That will do,” Zuo Xuanqi said. “Now, as the Golden Divine Dragon Clan has become a vassal of the Jiang Dynasty, it’s only proper that you meet His Majesty HuanYu.”

“Can we depart now?”

Aotian hesitated briefly before responding, “Prime Minister Zuo is right. I will accompany you immediately to meet His Majesty HuanYu.”

Zuo Xuanqi smiled coldly. “Very well, let’s go.”

With a glance from Zuo Xuanqi, Myriad Sword God tore open the fabric of space. The group disappeared in an instant, leaving the hall eerily silent.

After they had gone, the remaining elders of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan heaved sighs of relief. However, their shock only deepened as they recalled the overwhelming pressure and the effortless display of space manipulation.

“Was that… the power of space?!”

“Could Myriad Sword God truly be an Immortal Realm powerhouse?!”

Ao Ye, the Grand Elder, took a deep breath, his face still pale. “It must be the Immortal Realm!”

“Even the clan leader couldn’t stand against that aura. Only an Immortal Realm expert could wield such terrifying power.”

The other elders nodded in agreement, their expressions grim. They had come dangerously close to annihilation.

“Is the Jiang Dynasty truly from the Northern Domain?”

“How could such a barren region produce an Immortal Realm cultivator?”

“This is absurd!”

The Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s high-ranking members struggled to calm their racing thoughts. It was simply too shocking. The idea of the Northern Domain—a place known for its lack of resources and talent—producing a Supreme Realm cultivator was hard enough to believe. But an Immortal Realm powerhouse? That defied all logic.

Void Secret Realm.

In the royal chambers of Jiang HuanYu, a serene atmosphere filled the air. On his massive bed, Xiao Qingli and Murong Xue rested in his arms, one on each side. Judging by their flushed faces, they had just concluded an intense “battle” and were now in a recovery phase.

Murong Xue’s cheeks remained rosy, but she leaned contentedly against Jiang HuanYu’s chest, his strong arm holding her close.

Jiang HuanYu spoke first, his tone casual: “The Demon Realm.”
“Xue’er, as the saintess of the Murong Clan, you must have heard of it.”

Murong Xue’s eyes widened in surprise. “Your Majesty, you know about the Demon Realm?!”

The Demon Realm was a secret known only to the upper echelons of the great ancient clans. Even the powerful forces of the demon clans had little knowledge of its existence.

Jiang HuanYu nodded. “I learned of it from the Blood King Sect.”

Murong Xue’s surprise deepened. “The Blood King Sect? That’s impossible!”

“Explain the Demon Realm to me first,” Jiang HuanYu said. “Then I’ll tell you about the Blood King Sect.”

Xiao Qingli, lying quietly on his other side, turned her head slightly to listen. The mention of the Demon Realm piqued her interest, though she wasn’t sure if it was the same Demon Realm she had heard of.

Murong Xue nodded and began to explain. “Your Majesty, the Demon Realm is not part of this world. It is an entirely separate realm.”

“Its inhabitants are a unique race called the Demon Race, known in Xuanzhou as the Shura Tribe.”

Hearing this, Xiao Qingli’s eyes lit up with recognition. “The Demon Realm? Is it the one I’ve heard of?”

Murong Xue nodded. “Yes, it’s the same Demon Realm you’re thinking of. However, the entrance here leads only to a branch of the Shura Tribe, not the entire Demon Realm. There are no Emperor-level entities among them.”

Xiao Qingli visibly relaxed at this. “If it were connected to the entire Demon Realm, that would truly be disastrous.”

Jiang HuanYu raised an eyebrow. “Xue’er, explain it clearly. What exactly is the Demon Realm?”

Murong Xue nodded solemnly. “To fully understand the Demon Realm, Your Majesty, you must first understand the Celestial Extreme World.”

“Do you know where Qingli and I achieved Emperor Hood in our past lives?”

Jiang HuanYu shook his head. His system had told him they were Emperors in their past lives, but their origins were unknown. Neither of them had mentioned it before.

“We were born in the Celestial Extreme World, specifically in its greatest continent— Emperor Continent.”

“The Celestial Extreme World consists of five continents: Emperor Continent, Sword Continent, Frost Continent, Shadow Continent, and Xuanzhou.”

“Emperor Continent far surpasses the other four in strength and is the holy land of martial arts. While the other continents have no Emperor-level cultivators left, Emperor Continent still has several.”

“As for the Demon Realm, it is an entirely separate world. Its structure, rules, and races differ fundamentally from the Celestial Extreme World.”

Jiang HuanYu nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. “Interesting… continue.”