Chapter 141 : The Five Races of the Demon Realm

“Another world?”
Jiang HuanYu caught onto the key point and frowned slightly, absentmindedly tightening his grip on a certain part of Xiao Qingli.

“Ah! That hurts!”
“Can’t you just talk without grabbing me?” Xiao Qingli pouted indignantly, her voice tinged with pain.

Jiang HuanYu chuckled but didn’t let go. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.”
Then, he turned to Murong Xue. “Xue’er, go on. What kind of world is the Demon Realm?”

Murong Xue didn’t delay and began to explain. “The Demon Realm is vast, about the same size as the Celestial (Heavenly) Extreme World, and its overall combat power is nearly equivalent.”

“Within the Demon Realm, there are five major races: the Shura Clan, the Rakshasa Clan, the Ghost Clan, the Nether Clan, and the Demon Clan.”

“These five races inhabit five distinct Demon Territories, corresponding to the five continents of the Celestial Extreme World.”

“Among them, the Celestial Demon Clan is the strongest, followed by the Shura Clan.”

Murong Xue continued, her tone grave. “The Demon Race in this sea region originates from a branch of the Shura Clan connected to the Shura Territory. This branch even has Shura warriors at the Fate Realm.”

“Millions of years ago, a Demon Realm entrance unexpectedly appeared in the Haiyi region, leading to a Shura invasion.”

“The invasion alarmed the dominant forces of Xuanzhou’s Zhongsheng Continent. The Heavenly Palace led the resistance, with the Ziwei Divine Sect and the Light Divine Sect following close behind. They brought many powerful experts from Zhongsheng Continent to repel the Shura Clan, but it came at a tremendous cost.”

“At that time, the master of the Heavenly Palace, along with other top experts, sealed the Demon Realm’s entrance. They tasked several prominent families of the time—what are now the ancient clans—with guarding the seal. They warned that any disturbances in the Deep Sea could weaken the seal, potentially allowing another Shura invasion.”

Hearing this explanation, Jiang HuanYu finally pieced together the situation surrounding the Demon Realm’s seal.

The entrance didn’t lead to the Shura Clan’s main forces but rather to a powerful branch. Last time, it was pure luck that only a branch invaded. If the full force of the Shura Clan ever broke through, it could spell the end of Xuanzhou.

Now, after a million years, the Shura Clan must have learned about this sealed entrance. If the seal were to fail, the next invasion could very well be the Shura Clan’s entire army.

Jiang HuanYu ’s expression grew heavy.

“Your Majesty, what’s wrong?” Murong Xue noticed his change in demeanor and asked.

Jiang HuanYu glanced at her. “You wanted to know how I learned about the Demon Realm?”

“I can tell you now.”

“One of my subordinates, King Jiang, infiltrated the Blood King Sect and uncovered credible information.”

“The Ghost King Sect, Blood King Sect, and Evil King Sect are all secretly colluding with the Demon Realm.”

“Based on what we know, there’s a strong possibility that some members of the Shura Clan have already made their way out of the seal and are hiding within these three sects!”

Murong Xue was stunned. “What?! Shura Clan members have escaped the seal? How is that possible?”

“How could they break through the seal?”

Her shock was palpable. If the Shura Clan launched a full-scale invasion and Xuanzhou fell, their only hope of survival would be to hide in the Void Secret Realm.

Jiang HuanYu ’s tone turned serious. “King Jiang reported overhearing a conversation between the leaders of the Blood King and Evil King sects. They spoke of offering living sacrifices to some ‘great figure.’”

“If my guess is correct, this ‘great figure’ must be related to the Shura Clan.”

Despite the grim topic, Jiang HuanYu ’s confidence remained unshaken. He had yet to fully unify the Deep Sea, had many children still to father, and countless rewards to claim. There was no need to panic.

Even if the worst happened and Xuanzhou fell, he could retreat with the Celestial Emperor Dynasty into the Void Secret Realm, focus on expanding his lineage, and amass strength. Once ready, his dynasty would emerge to dominate the world.

Still, such a life would be dull and tedious—an absolute last resort.

Murong Xue’s tone was grave. “The Shura Clan is inherently bloodthirsty and warlike. They sustain themselves by consuming the flesh and blood of other beings to recover their energy.”

“If what you’ve said is true, then it’s very likely that Shura Clan members have already emerged.”

Xiao Qingli, her face turning pale, could no longer remain idle. She forcibly removed Jiang HuanYu ’s wandering hand and snapped, “This is serious! We need to investigate those three sects immediately!”

Jiang HuanYu  nodded, setting aside his playful mood. This matter required immediate attention.

At that moment, Su Baijie knocked on the door. “Your Majesty, Arrow God and Myriad Sword God have returned. They are waiting in the main hall.”

Jiang HuanYu replied, “Understood. We’ll head there now.”

After dressing appropriately, Jiang HuanYu , accompanied by the three women, made his way to the hall.

In the grand hall, Arrow God stood tall, holding a box in his hands. Zuo Xuanqi and Myriad Sword God flanked him, standing respectfully. Beside them was Aotian, the Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s leader, looking nervous and uneasy.

When Jiang HuanYu  entered with the three women, all present bowed and greeted him.

“Greetings, Your Majesty! Greetings, Your Highnesses!”

Aotian, following suit, bent low and spoke humbly.

Jiang HuanYu waved his hand. “Enough with the formalities. Rise.”

Zuo Xuanqi stepped forward, gesturing toward Aotian. “Your Majesty, this is Clan Leader Aotian of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan. He is a wise man and has willingly led his clan to submit to the Jiang Dynasty.”

Chapter 142: The Shura Princess, Shura Yanran

“I am Aotian, leader of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan. I humbly greet the great Emperor HuanYu!”
Aotian bowed deeply in the direction of Jiang HuanYu, his demeanor respectful and reverent.

Jiang HuanYu observed Aotian’s sensible behavior and nodded slightly. “Clan Leader Aotian, there is no need for such formality. Please, rise.”

“Thank you, Emperor HuanYu!” Aotian stood upright, maintaining his respectful posture.

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze swept over Aotian as he spoke slowly. “Since you have led the Golden Divine Dragon Clan to submit to my Jiang Dynasty, I am not a ruler who treats loyal subjects poorly.”

“The management of the Deep Sea Domain, including Tianlong Sea, will remain under your Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s control. As long as no major incidents occur, the Jiang Dynasty will not interfere in your governance.”

Aotian’s face lit up with gratitude. “Thank you, Emperor HuanYu! Your Majesty’s magnanimity is truly a blessing not only for my clan but for all beings in this sea region!”

As an experienced leader, Aotian knew how to show loyalty with his words. His skill in flattery rivaled even that of the Murong Clan’s elder patriarch.

Jiang HuanYu nodded indifferently, then gestured toward Arrow God to open the box he held.

Arrow God stepped forward and opened the box, revealing the severed head of a massive beast.

Aotian’s heart trembled at the sight. Inside lay the head of the infamous Nine-Evil Moon-Treading Elephant, one of the ocean’s apex beast rulers. With a cultivation nearing the Supreme Realm, even leaders of ancient clans found it difficult to defeat him.

Yet now, his head lay inside a box, his lifeless eyes wide open, filled with unwillingness.

“Your Majesty, this is the head of the Nine-Evil Moon Elephant,” Arrow God reported. “By your command, I have slain him. His body has also been brought back to the royal palace.”

Murong Xue, seeing the head, felt a warm sense of reassurance in her heart.

Jiang HuanYu chuckled as he picked up the box and handed it to Murong Xue. “This was a promise I made to you, and now it is fulfilled.”

Murong Xue accepted the box, nodding. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

“Hahaha! As long as my beloved consort is happy,” Jiang HuanYu said with a smile.

Jiang HuanYu then turned to Aotian. “Clan Leader Aotian, here is your next task.”

“Return to your clan and lead your warriors to the Deep Sea border. There, you will join forces with my Jiang Dynasty’s army and the Murong Clan.”

“Once our forces are assembled, we will sweep through the Deep Sea. Within ten days, the entire sea region must be unified!”

Aotian straightened up, his tone serious. “Yes, Your Majesty! Aotian will carry out your orders without fail!”

With that, Zuo Xuanqi escorted Aotian out of the Void Secret Realm to return to the Golden Divine Dragon Clan and prepare for the campaign alongside the Murong Clan.

In the hall, Xiao Qingli turned to Jiang HuanYu and suggested, “Your Majesty, since Myriad Sword God has returned, why not send him to investigate the three demon sects in the Inner Sea immediately?”

Her concern was evident. If members of the Shura Clan were truly present, delaying could lead to disaster.

However, Jiang HuanYu didn’t respond immediately. He sat in silence, his eyes deep in thought.

In truth, Jiang HuanYu wasn’t ignoring her—his system had suddenly activated, filling his mind with a notification.

[Ding!]
[Detected a Daughter of Destiny within the Ghost King Sect: Shura Yanran. Destiny Score: 95. Shura Divine Physique. Outstanding aptitude for cultivation. Current cultivation: Void Realm Peak.]
[Identity: Daughter of the Shura Emperor, leader of the Shura Clan, and princess of the Shura Empire. Highly respected in the Demon Realm. Recommendation: Marry her as a consort and let her bear children for the host!]

The system’s voice left Jiang HuanYu momentarily stunned.

“What?!”
“The Shura Clan’s princess?”

Jiang HuanYu mentally asked the system, “So, the one who emerged from the Shura Clan is their princess, Shura Yanran?”

[System: Correct. The system’s detection is never wrong. If she weren’t in the Ghost King Sect, the system would not have alerted you. Please refrain from asking such foolish questions in the future.]

Jiang HuanYu: …

Annoyed by the system’s rebuke, Jiang HuanYu calmed himself and began analyzing the situation.

If the Shura Emperor had sent his daughter, Shura Yanran, she wouldn’t have come unprepared. It was likely she had powerful Shura Clan warriors accompanying her or some hidden trump card given to her by her father.

“Your Majesty?”
“Your Majesty?!”

The voices of Xiao Qingli, Murong Xue, and Su Baijie brought Jiang HuanYu out of his thoughts. The three women looked at him curiously.

“Ah, it’s nothing,” Jiang HuanYu said casually. “I was just deep in thought.”

Xiao Qingli spoke again. “Your Majesty, what do you think about my suggestion to send Myriad Sword God to investigate the three demon sects?”

Jiang HuanYu, now aware of Shura Yanran’s presence, felt it would be unwise to send Myriad Sword God directly. If Shura Yanran possessed a powerful trump card, it could lead to both sides suffering losses—a situation he couldn’t afford.

After all, Shura Yanran wasn’t just any target. If he married her, he’d gain the Shura Emperor as a father-in-law—a potential Emperor-level ally.

And then there was the unique allure of Shura women. He couldn’t help but feel intrigued about what made them different from human women.

“There’s no rush,” Jiang HuanYu said. “Empress, Xue’er, let me ask you something.”

“Have you ever heard of the Shura Emperor or his daughter, Shura Yanran?”

Murong Xue frowned slightly. “Shura Yanran? I’ve heard of her. Why do you ask, Your Majesty?”

“Tell me everything you know about them,” Jiang HuanYu said directly. “Especially about Shura Yanran—what does she look like?”

Murong Xue didn’t press for details and began recounting everything she knew. Xiao Qingli added anything Murong Xue missed, filling in the gaps.

Jiang HuanYu listened intently, piecing together a detailed picture of the Shura Emperor and his daughter, Shura Yanran.

Meanwhile, Su Baijie, who sat nearby, was utterly engrossed in the conversation.

She had never imagined the outside world could be so fascinating. Having spent most of her life in Zhongsheng Continent, she’d never heard of such powerful beings from another realm. Today had truly opened her eyes.

Chapter 143: Embracing Domination, Walking the Path of a King

From Xiao Qingli and Murong Xue, Jiang HuanYu learned an important detail: the Shura Emperor, leader of the Shura Clan, was the second most powerful figure in the entire Demon Realm. Even at their peak, neither Xiao Qingli nor Murong Xue could rival him in strength.

This meant that if the Shura Emperor were in the Heavenly (Celestial) World, he would stand just below the apex, with countless others beneath him.

His daughter, Shura Yanran, known as the Princess of the Shura Clan, was considered the most beautiful woman in the Shura Clan—stunning and ethereal.

As Xiao Qingli and Murong Xue put it, her beauty rivaled their own.

Hearing this, Jiang HuanYu felt a stir in his heart.

After careful thought, he decided to proceed cautiously. His immediate goal was to unify the entire sea region and claim the rewards from the system. Only after improving his cultivation would he act against the Ghost King Sect and other factions.

The Shura Clan, as a part of the Demon Realm, was the enemy of the Celestial Extreme World. If Jiang HuanYu were to marry Shura Yanran, it would surely provoke outrage across Zhongsheng Continent and beyond.

However, Jiang HuanYu remained undaunted.

“If it’s too easy, what’s the point of doing it?”

“This time, I’ll make history in the Celestial Extreme World. I’ll claim the Shura Clan’s princess and create a mixed-blood lineage!”

Jiang HuanYu issued his orders decisively.

“Myriad Sword God, Arrow God—you two will secretly head to the Blood King Sect and Evil King Sect. Monitor their every move closely. If anything unusual happens, do not act rashly. Report to me immediately.”

From the system’s intel, Jiang HuanYu knew Shura Yanran was currently hiding within the Ghost King Sect.

If other Shura powerhouses had accompanied her, they would undoubtedly remain near her to provide protection. This made it unlikely for the Blood King Sect or Evil King Sect to host Shura experts of high cultivation.

Arrow God and Myriad Sword God were more than enough to monitor these factions.

Additionally, Xu Bai had already infiltrated the Ghost King Sect in disguise, ensuring Jiang HuanYu would be alerted if anything significant occurred.

“Understood, Your Majesty!” Myriad Sword God and Arrow God responded, leaving immediately for the Inner Sea.

Once they left, Xiao Qingli spoke, her sharp intuition on display.

“Your Majesty, the Shura Clan members you mentioned—it must be Shura Yanran, right?”

Her understanding of Jiang HuanYu’s personality had grown after countless deep exchanges. She knew that whenever Jiang HuanYu inquired about something, it was for a reason. He never asked meaningless questions.

“Ah, my empress knows me so well,” Jiang HuanYu said with a smile.

“You’re correct. I’m certain Shura Yanran is among the Shura Clan members who emerged. She’s currently hiding in the Ghost King Sect.”

Murong Xue was startled. “What? How is that possible? Has the Shura Emperor gone mad?”

“He sent his own daughter into enemy territory? Isn’t he worried about her safety?”

Murong Xue couldn’t believe the Shura Emperor would risk his daughter, Shura Yanran, who was known to be his most precious treasure. It didn’t make sense for her to infiltrate the Ghost King Sect in the sea region.

Xiao Qingli calmly analyzed the situation.

“Perhaps the Shura Emperor doesn’t know she’s here. Shura Yanran’s personality is not only intelligent and confident but also incredibly bold.”

“I’ve heard stories of her openly opposing her father’s decisions in the Shura Territory. The Shura Emperor, unable to reprimand or punish her, often resorts to assigning people to watch over her to prevent her from acting recklessly.”

“If she’s truly hiding in the Ghost King Sect, it’s highly likely the Shura Emperor is unaware of her presence in the Celestial Extreme World.”

Murong Xue thought it over and found the explanation reasonable. Given the Shura Emperor’s protective nature, he wouldn’t willingly let his daughter take such a dangerous risk.

“Your Majesty, what are your plans now? Are you preparing to deal with Shura Yanran?” Su Baijie asked.

Before Jiang HuanYu could answer, Xiao Qingli chimed in, smirking.

“Do we really need to ask? Look at our Emperor’s expression—he’s been smirking this whole time. If you ask me, he’s planning to bring Shura Yanran into the harem as one of our sisters!”

Jiang HuanYu laughed heartily. “Ah, my empress, you truly see through me!”

“You’re absolutely correct. That’s precisely what I’m thinking right now.”

Murong Xue furrowed her brows. “But Your Majesty, she’s a member of the Shura Clan from the Demon Realm. The Demon Realm and the Celestial Extreme World are mortal enemies. If Zhongsheng Continent or Emperor Continent learns of this, they may unite to impose sanctions on you.”

Her concerns were genuine. She had already begun to think from Jiang HuanYu’s perspective, which pleased him.

Jiang HuanYu, unfazed, smiled calmly.

“Sanctions? Do you think I fear their sanctions?”

“If I decide to do something, even if the entire world opposes me, I will carve a bloody path through them all!”

Jiang HuanYu’s words radiated unshakable imperial dominance. His commanding presence seemed to challenge the heavens and the earth.

Xiao Qingli and the others remained silent, fully understanding Jiang HuanYu’s mindset.

His path was one of domination, where yielding or compromise was never an option. Those who believed in domination held an unyielding resolve, willing to defy the world itself if necessary.

Jiang HuanYu declared firmly: “I’ve made my decision.”

“Once Feipeng and the others finish unifying the Deep Sea, I will personally travel to the Ghost King Sect.”

“I will capture Shura Yanran myself!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Xiao Qingli, Murong Xue, and Su Baijie voiced their agreement, their confidence in Jiang HuanYu unshaken.

Jiang HuanYu’s path was clear—one of unparalleled dominance and unrelenting ambition.

Chapter 144 : The Miserable Fate of Yun Enheng

In the Tianlong Sea Region, Yun Enheng, the Grand Elder of the Yun Clan, had come on the orders of the Yun Clan patriarch. His mission was to visit the Golden Divine Dragon Clan and propose an alliance between the three great ancient clans—the Yun Clan, the Chen Clan, and the Nangong Clan—to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty.

Upon entering the Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s palace, Yun Enheng was guided by several members of the clan to their grand hall of deliberation.

There, Ao Ye, the Grand Elder of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan, sat in the central seat, flanked by several Saint Emperor-level powerhouses of the clan.

“Elder Yun Enheng, what brings you to the Golden Divine Dragon Clan?” Ao Ye asked calmly, his gaze fixed on Yun Enheng.

Yun Enheng smiled politely. “Elder Ao Ye, there’s no need for such formalities. Your cultivation rivals that of our clan leader, and your strength even surpasses mine.”

“I’ve come to represent the Yun Clan, Chen Clan, and Nangong Clan to discuss an important matter with Clan Leader Aotian.”

Ao Ye’s expression remained composed. “The clan leader is currently away, not in the clan.”

“If the matter is urgent, you may share it with me. I can make decisions on behalf of the clan and will inform the clan leader upon his return.”

Hearing that Yun Enheng represented not just the Yun Clan but also two other ancient clans, Ao Ye immediately guessed the matter likely involved the Jiang Dynasty. Nonetheless, he kept his expression neutral.

“Clan Leader Aotian is away?” Yun Enheng sighed, but quickly composed himself. “No matter. With Elder Ao Ye’s authority, I’m sure you can handle this matter.”

Yun Enheng then explained his purpose: proposing a united front between the Golden Divine Dragon Clan and the three ancient clans to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty.

As Yun Enheng spoke, Ao Ye and the other elders exchanged glances, their expressions growing increasingly strange.

Inside, Ao Ye felt helpless. “This fool has walked straight into the tiger’s mouth.”

The Golden Divine Dragon Clan had already submitted to the Jiang Dynasty, and their lives were now entirely under its control. Yun Enheng had essentially offered his neck to the guillotine.

“Elder Ao Ye, why do you all look so peculiar?” Yun Enheng finally noticed their odd expressions.

“Is there something wrong with my proposal? If there are any concerns, feel free to raise them. The three great clans are willing to show our utmost sincerity.”

Ao Ye glanced at the other elders, and they exchanged knowing looks. The meaning in their eyes was clear—they understood what needed to be done. Just as they were about to act against Yun Enheng, a ripple of power filled the hall.

Swish! Swish!

Returning from the Void Secret Realm, Aotian and Zuo Xuanqi stepped into the hall.

“Clan Leader Aotian, you’ve returned!” Yun Enheng exclaimed with relief, a smile spreading across his face.

But that smile quickly froze as his gaze landed on Zuo Xuanqi. His expression shifted to one of panic.

“You… aren’t you the Prime Minister of the Jiang Dynasty?!”

Aotian frowned and turned to Ao Ye. “Elder Ao Ye, what’s going on here?”

Ao Ye quickly explained Yun Enheng’s proposal to ally with the Golden Divine Dragon Clan against the Jiang Dynasty.

Yun Enheng grew increasingly alarmed. Aotian, now fully aware of the situation, stared at Yun Enheng with an expression that mixed pity and amusement.

“Heh. Join forces with the Golden Divine Dragon Clan to oppose the Jiang Dynasty?”

“What a delightful idea, Elder Yun. Don’t you think so, Prime Minister?” Aotian asked mockingly.

Zuo Xuanqi smirked, his voice laced with malice. “Why waste time? Just kill him.”

Aotian followed suit. “Indeed. Elder Yun, you may not know this, but the Golden Divine Dragon Clan has already submitted to the Jiang Dynasty.”

“I was away to meet Emperor Yuanhuang himself. You’ve walked straight into your doom. Don’t blame us for what happens next.”

“What?! The Golden Divine Dragon Clan has already submitted?!”

Yun Enheng’s face turned pale as the realization hit him like a thunderbolt. Fear gripped his entire being, and he felt as though ice water had been poured over him. His legs turned to jelly, and his mind spiraled into panic.

“I’ve walked into a wolf’s den. How can I survive this?!”

Just as Aotian was about to strike Yun Enheng down, Zuo Xuanqi interrupted him. “Wait, Clan Leader Aotian. I have a better idea.”

Aotian turned to him. “What do you propose, Prime Minister?”

Zuo Xuanqi’s lips curled into a sinister smile. “I heard the Golden Divine Dragon Clan has a secret technique that allows them to forcibly seize control of another’s body and soul. Is that correct?”

Aotian nodded. “That’s true. Do you mean…?”

Zuo Xuanqi’s eyes gleamed with malice. “Since the three ancient clans want to resist so desperately, let’s give them hope—only to crush it completely in the end.”

“Kill them, yes. But destroy their spirit as well.”

Hearing this, Yun Enheng’s blood ran cold. He realized the grim fate awaiting him.

“You won’t succeed! I’d rather die than let you manipulate me!” Yun Enheng roared, channeling all his energy in an attempt to self-destruct.

“Hmph! A futile effort.”

“Do you really think you can self-destruct in my presence?”

“Great Heavenly Dragon!”

Aotian unleashed his power, a golden dragon shadow surging forward and shattering Yun Enheng’s energy. With a mere flicker of his strength, he disrupted Yun Enheng’s soul and consciousness, rendering him powerless.

Before long, the Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s elders completed the secret technique. Under Aotian’s orders, Yun Enheng was transformed into a puppet, his body and soul entirely under their control.

Soon after, the Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s forces, led by Aotian, departed from the Tianlong Sea Region toward the Deep Sea border to join the Jiang Dynasty’s campaign.

As for “Yun Enheng,” now a controlled puppet, he was sent ahead to meet the Yun Clan’s forces. Little did they know, their trusted elder had become a tool of their enemies.

Chapter 145 : Three Members of the Shura Clan

Inner Sea, Ghost King Sect.

Deep within the Ghost King Sect, a young woman of extraordinary beauty sat in a quiet room. Her appearance was alluring, with striking features that carried an otherworldly charm.

Her purple eyes shimmered with the unique light of the Shura Clan, setting her apart from humans. Despite her cold and elegant demeanor, a hint of rebelliousness lingered, marking her as a woman with a strong will and a penchant for novelty.

This was Shura Yanran, the princess of the Shura Clan and daughter of the Shura Emperor.

Beside her sat two other Shura Clan members—a middle-aged man and an elderly figure.

The middle-aged man emanated an aura of restrained power, clearly an expert, while the elder’s presence was so profound it seemed to meld with the surroundings. His cultivation was impossible to gauge, a testament to his terrifying strength.

“Guardian Yang, have you made contact yet?” Shura Yanran asked, turning to the middle-aged man.

Guardian Yang shook his head, his expression tinged with helplessness. “Princess, I’ve tried many methods, but the seal has completely mended. Our calls for reinforcements can’t get through.”

“It’s likely that the Emperor is searching all over the Shura Realm for us by now.”

Shura Yanran sighed, a rare hint of frustration crossing her face. This situation was entirely her fault.

Driven by curiosity about this world, she had secretly used a Space-Tearing Stone, a rare treasure even in the Demon Realm, to create a brief opening in the seal between worlds. The gap lasted less than two seconds, but it was enough for her to enter the Celestial Extreme World.

Guardian Yang, tasked with her protection, had no choice but to follow her through, unable to send word back to their realm. To make matters worse, the precious stone had only created a temporary breach, which quickly sealed shut after their passage.

Thankfully, they weren’t entirely alone. Another powerful Shura elder had witnessed Shura Yanran entering the Celestial Extreme World and had immediately followed.

This elder, Shura Haosheng, was a renowned figure even within the Shura Clan. A core elder of the clan, his cultivation had reached the God-Severing Realm, making him a near-invincible force.

Even with such strength at their side, the group remained cautious. They kept their presence hidden, quietly taking control of the Ghost King Sect, Blood King Sect, and Evil King Sect while searching for a way to contact their people.

“Princess, this method isn’t working,” Shura Haosheng finally spoke, his deep voice resonating in the room. “The only way forward is to break the seal.”

Shura Yanran frowned slightly but nodded, understanding the grim reality.

The seal, created by the combined efforts of Zhongsheng Continent’s strongest, could only be broken using blood and flesh—a mountain of corpses.

This was why Zhongsheng Continent feared any large-scale battles in the Deep Sea. War meant death, and death meant bodies. If enough blood and flesh saturated the area, the seal could weaken, potentially leading to disaster.

At that moment, Ghost King Zhang Ying entered the room. Bowing respectfully, he reported, “Princess, I’ve received news that the Jiang Dynasty’s army is advancing toward the Deep Sea.”

“At the same time, the three great ancient clans and the Golden Divine Dragon Clan are moving toward the Deep Sea border. It seems likely they’ll meet.”

“If I’m not mistaken, the three clans and the Golden Divine Dragon Clan are planning to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty. They probably want to avoid any large-scale conflict in the Deep Sea that could affect the Demon Realm’s seal.”

“Princess, should we intervene?”

Shura Yanran and Shura Haosheng exchanged glances, their expressions calm and indifferent.

To them, neither the ancient clans nor the Jiang Dynasty posed a real threat. If it weren’t for the presence of the old monsters in the Zhongsheng Continent, Shura Haosheng would have already gone on a rampage.

With his God-Severing Realm power, he could easily massacre every living being in the sea region within half a day.

However, any hint of Shura Clan activity would instantly draw the attention of those ancient beings. Their sensitivity to the presence of the Demon Realm was unparalleled—they could detect even the faintest trace of Shura energy and arrive in moments.

These old monsters, who had lived for millions of years, had power far beyond the God-Severing Realm, nearing the Emperor Realm.

This was why Shura Haosheng and his group had been forced to act in secret, keeping their presence as low-key as possible.

“No need to interfere,” Shura Yanran said coldly. “Those factions are just playing minor games. Even if negotiations fail and they start fighting, it won’t make much difference.”

“The seal’s location is far from the Deep Sea’s border. Even if there are countless corpses, they won’t reach the seal.”

“Focus on my orders instead. Have the Blood King and Evil King accelerate their collection of blood and flesh. That’s all that matters. As for everything else, don’t waste time.”

Ghost King Zhang Ying hesitated for a moment, then bowed deeply. “Yes, Princess.”

As he left, Shura Yanran’s eyes turned cold, a trace of disdain in her expression.

Guardian Yang sneered. “Zhang Ying thinks he’s clever, but his motives are obvious. He hopes the ancient clans and the Jiang Dynasty will fight, giving him a chance to raid their headquarters and steal treasures. What a fool.”

“He’s nothing but a spineless, greedy hypocrite,” Shura Yanran replied indifferently. “People like him are disposable tools, nothing more.”

Her voice was icy, dripping with contempt. If Zhang Ying weren’t still useful, she wouldn’t have bothered keeping him around.

Chapter 146 : The Status of the Medicine Pavilion

Deep Sea Region, Near the Border.

On the deck of the Murong Clan’s warship, Zuo Xuanqi stood alongside Murong Yue, the patriarch, and Murong Jiuxing, one of the clan’s elders. Their gazes were fixed on the horizon toward the Inner Sea.

“Prime Minister Zuo, is it true that the Yun Clan’s Grand Elder suggested joining forces with the Golden Divine Dragon Clan to oppose the Jiang Dynasty?” Murong Yue asked in surprise.

The situation was clear: the Jiang Dynasty’s unification of the sea regions was unstoppable. Yet, the three great ancient clans were still attempting to resist, a seemingly futile effort.

Zuo Xuanqi nodded calmly. “I’ve already reported this to His Majesty HuanYu. His Majesty has issued an order, none of the three ancient clans shall remain. Complete extermination!”

“However, General Feipeng and his forces are still some distance away. We will wait here a little longer. Judging by the speed of their ships, the three ancient clans should arrive here first.”

Zuo Xuanqi’s composed demeanor reassured the group, even as his words carried the weight of finality.

Hearing this, Murong Yue and Murong Jiuxing exchanged worried glances.

“Prime Minister Zuo, doesn’t that put us at risk?” Murong Jiuxing asked cautiously.

“Without General Feipeng’s army, our Murong Clan and Ice Cloud Saint Sect alone lack the power to match the three ancient clans.”

It was an understatement. If a confrontation broke out, their forces would be severely outmatched. The three great clans were sure to bring three Supreme Realm ancestors, while the Murong Clan had only Murong Yue at that level.

Even with Zuo Xuanqi and a few Saint Emperor-level elders, they stood little chance against the combined might of the ancient clans.

Zuo Xuanqi, however, remained unfazed. “There’s no need to panic.”

“His Majesty anticipated everything and sent someone to assist us. Let me introduce you to Danchen, an offering of the Jiang Dynasty and the master of our Medicine Pavilion.”

He gestured toward a middle-aged man standing silently nearby.

The mention of Danchen left Murong Yue and Murong Jiuxing visibly shaken.

They had assumed Danchen to be one of Zuo Xuanqi’s subordinates due to his unassuming demeanor and silence. To learn that he was not only an offering but the head of the Medicine Pavilion, a figure of such importance, was shocking.

The Medicine Pavilion was a vital institution in the Jiang Dynasty, responsible for producing the empire’s elixirs. It supplied the military, the royal treasury, and the court with life-saving pills and cultivation-enhancing medicine.

Over time, the Medicine Pavilion’s status had grown immeasurably, making its master one of the most revered figures in the empire. Danchen was known as one of Emperor HuanYu’s most trusted individuals, practically second only to the emperor himself.

Murong Yue and Murong Jiuxing hurriedly bowed. “We didn’t realize we were in the presence of Pavilion Master Danchen. Please forgive our ignorance.”

Danchen nodded slightly, sparing no further words. To him, this interaction was insignificant. He believed this was likely the first and last time he would cross paths with the Murong Clan.

Murong Yue, however, was deeply unsettled. He had underestimated Danchen, his serene aura masking an unfathomable depth. Murong Yue, despite his own strength, could not sense the limits of Danchen’s cultivation.

“For Emperor HuanYu to send Danchen himself, his power must be beyond comprehension.”

Reassured, Murong Yue and the others steadied themselves, awaiting the arrival of the three ancient clans.

Soon, hundreds of warships appeared on the horizon, flying the banners of the three ancient clans.

The sound of war drums echoed as their fleets approached, the high-ranking members of each clan standing on the decks of their respective ships.

“They’re here,” Zuo Xuanqi remarked calmly. Murong Yue, Murong Jiuxing, and the others turned their attention to the approaching fleets.

On the Yun Clan’s flagship stood Yun Qianxing, the clan leader, with the Supreme Realm ancestor Yun Luoguang and the now-controlled Yun Enheng by his side.

As the fleets drew closer, they stopped at a safe distance, maintaining a cautious stance.

Murong Yue stepped forward, raising his voice. “Yun Luoguang! Nangong Duan! Chen Juebie! What’s the meaning of this? Are you looking for war?!”

The three Supreme Realm ancestors exchanged glances before Yun Luoguang called out, “Brother Yue, there’s been a misunderstanding. We come to negotiate, not to fight.”

“Negotiate?” Murong Yue scoffed. “What is there to negotiate?!”

Standing beside him, Zuo Xuanqi allowed a faint smile to play on his lips, observing the ancient clans’ performance like an amused spectator.

Yun Luoguang shouted back. “We wish to discuss the unification of the Deep Sea by the Jiang Dynasty and the matter of the Demon Realm’s seal. These topics have been too sensitive for many ears.”

“Allow us to come aboard your ship so we may speak face-to-face.”

Murong Yue turned to Zuo Xuanqi and Danchen, seeking their opinions.

Danchen remained indifferent, his gaze steady. Zuo Xuanqi, however, responded immediately. “Ask them this: What qualifications do the three ancient clans have to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty?”

Murong Yue nodded and relayed the question.

“What qualifications do you have to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty?!” he bellowed. “Is it your strength? Your resources?”

“The annihilation of the Ye Clan wasn’t enough of a lesson for you? Do you honestly believe the combined strength of your three clans is enough to stand against the Jiang Dynasty?”

His scornful words struck a nerve.

On the Yun Clan’s ship, Yun Qianxing’s face darkened. “That old fool Murong Yue,” he muttered, his frustration spilling over. “Does he think licking the Jiang Dynasty’s boots absolves him of being an ancient clan himself?”

The leaders of the other clans shared his sentiment, their expressions equally grim as Murong Yue’s words hung in the air. Murmurs of anger spread among the ranks of the three clans.

Their humiliation was palpable, yet they could do little to retaliate. The shadow of the Jiang Dynasty loomed too large.

Chapter 147 : Arrival of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan, Let the Drama Begin!

The faces of Nangong Duan and Chen Juebie mirrored that of Yun Luoguang—dark and stormy.

Murong Yue’s words were so aggravating that even after years of knowing him, this was the first time they realized how thoroughly insufferable his tongue could be.

Despite the provocation, they refrained from retorting. Negotiating with the Jiang Dynasty required them to maintain composure, no matter how unpleasant Murong Yue’s words were.

Among the ranks of the Chen Clan, a Saint Emperor elder finally snapped. “I can’t take it anymore!”

“This guy’s an idiot! A fellow ancient clan member, yet he looks down on us! Let me tell him off—”

Before he could finish, Chen Juebie cut him off with a sharp rebuke.

“You’ll hold your tongue!”

“If you lose control now, the negotiations will fail before they even begin!”

“Small sacrifices prevent greater disasters—stand down!”

The elder stood reluctantly, his face flushed red with suppressed anger. Murong Yue’s words, while brief, were undeniably lethal, especially since they came from an ancient clan elder criticizing other ancient clans.

Yun Luoguang, his voice low and angry, spoke up. “Brother Yue, don’t you think you’re taking this too far?”

“Our three clans are the dominant forces of the Deep Sea. Together, we have no equal across the entire region. Surely such a union qualifies us to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty?”

Murong Yue smirked at Zuo Xuanqi’s subtle cue and responded with biting sarcasm.

“Yun Luoguang, place your hand on your chest and ask yourself—do you truly believe that nonsense?”

“The three ancient clans, united, think they can negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty?”

“You’re delusional!”

Yun Luoguang clenched his fists, his anger barely contained. “Murong Yue, don’t forget that the Murong Clan is also an ancient clan!”

“As an elder of the ancient clans, don’t you think your words are inappropriate?”

Murong Yue chuckled, his tone dripping with mockery. “What a joke!”

“Yes, the Murong Clan is an ancient clan, but we are not like you!”

“We proudly stand with the Jiang Dynasty. We support Emperor HuanYu. We are nothing like you and will not be lumped into the same category.”

His words hit a nerve. The leaders of the three ancient clans, already fuming, could barely suppress their fury.

Yun Qianxing, Nangong Han, and others glared daggers at Murong Yue, their hearts cursing him thousands of times over. If curses could kill, Murong Yue would have perished countless times.

Chen Juebie, unable to restrain himself, lashed out. “Murong Yue, does groveling before the Jiang Dynasty truly bring you pride?”

“Don’t you feel ashamed? As an elder of an ancient clan, your shameless words disgrace us all!”

Murong Yue, unbothered, smiled serenely. “Ashamed? Not at all.”

“The Murong Clan’s decision to follow the Jiang Dynasty is correct and just. Supporting Emperor HuanYu is a source of pride and honor, not shame.”

“Perhaps it’s your own narrow-mindedness preventing you from understanding.”

Chen Juebie and Nangong Duan were dumbstruck by Murong Yue’s audacity. He had somehow spun his subservience into an expression of pride.

At this moment, Yun Luoguang turned his gaze to the sky.

Far above, countless golden dragon shadows streaked across the horizon, their oppressive dragon aura filling the skies.

The Golden Divine Dragon Clan, led by Aotian and Ao Ye, descended dramatically, their enormous dragon forms shifting into human shapes as they approached.

The sheer presence of their arrival shook even the most stoic onlookers.

Even Zuo Xuanqi and Murong Yue couldn’t help but feel a twinge of awe. The majestic sight of the Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s grand entrance was overwhelming. The massive forms of their dragons conveyed an intimidating power that human cultivators couldn’t easily match.

Aotian and his golden dragons brought a suffocating atmosphere, their aura eclipsing even the earlier pomp of the three ancient clans.

Yun Luoguang seized the moment to rally his argument.

“Murong Yue! Together, the three ancient clans and the Golden Divine Dragon Clan form four dominant powers! Surely this gives us sufficient standing to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty!”

“Even you wouldn’t want to see the Demon Realm’s seal compromised. Negotiation is the most sensible solution—don’t let stubborn pride cloud your judgment.”

Aotian, understanding Zuo Xuanqi’s subtle gestures, spoke up.

“Indeed. Our four factions are here to negotiate with the Jiang Dynasty to avoid unnecessary bloodshed in the Deep Sea.”

Murong Yue glanced at Zuo Xuanqi, who remained stoic but nodded in agreement.

With a serious expression, Zuo Xuanqi addressed the assembled factions. “Very well. Since Clan Leader Aotian has arrived and you wish to negotiate, we will hear you out.”

“However, only the three Supreme Realm ancestors of the ancient clans and Clan Leader Aotian may board our warship. The rest of your forces are to remain where they are and make no moves.”

The stage was set, and the drama was about to unfold.

Chapter 148 : Killing with Precision, the Ultimate Reversal

As Zuo Xuanqi finished speaking, Aotian was the first to step onto the deck of Zuo Xuanqi’s warship. His expression was calm, exuding an air of indifference and fearlessness.

Seeing this, Yun Luoguang, Chen Juebie, and Nangong Duan exchanged glances before following suit, their figures swiftly landing on the warship’s deck.

Meanwhile, on the Yun Clan’s flagship, Yun Qianxing, the clan leader, stood on deck, his expression tense. He muttered to himself, “How strange. My right eyelid won’t stop twitching.”

The old saying came to mind: Left for fortune, right for calamity.

Turning to Yun Enheng, who stood nearby, Yun Qianxing voiced his concern. “Do you think something might go wrong with these negotiations?”

Yun Enheng’s expression remained calm as he reassured the clan leader. “Clan leader, you’re overthinking it.”

“The Golden Divine Dragon Clan has already joined us, and with the three ancient clans combined, we represent two-thirds of the high-level power in the Deep Sea. The Jiang Dynasty would have to take us seriously.”

Yun Qianxing nodded slowly, convincing himself. “Perhaps I’m just being paranoid.”

On the warship’s deck, Aotian and the three ancient clan ancestors stood across from Zuo Xuanqi, Murong Yue, and their allies.

Zuo Xuanqi opened the conversation with a direct question. “How do you propose we talk? Speak plainly.”

Yun Luoguang exchanged glances with the others before stepping forward to respond. “We wish to negotiate peace with the Jiang Dynasty.”

“We acknowledge the Jiang Dynasty as the dominant force in the sea region. However, we also represent the ancient clans, and we have our dignity. Submitting as vassals is not something we can agree to.”

“If the Jiang Dynasty insists, then we will have no choice but to fight to the death. But everyone here understands the consequences of that—a breach in the Demon Realm’s seal could lead to disaster for the entire Xuanzhou.”

“We believe that mutual understanding is the best path forward. If you agree, the four of us will immediately declare the Jiang Dynasty the unrivaled sovereign of the seas.”

“You seek recognition and legitimacy, and we can give you that. Please consider our proposal—it benefits all parties.”

Yun Luoguang’s words were measured and strategic. He didn’t waste time, presenting their stance clearly. His fear of delay was evident; the longer they waited, the closer the Jiang Dynasty’s main forces, led by Feipeng and Chonglou, would get, making negotiations much harder.

Zuo Xuanqi and the Murong Clan leaders listened carefully. The proposal was clear: the three ancient clans and the Golden Divine Dragon Clan would acknowledge the Jiang Dynasty’s supremacy but demanded to retain their independence.

It was a calculated mix of capitulation and defiance. They were trying to appeal to reason while subtly warning of the risks of conflict.

Zuo Xuanqi chuckled. “I understand your position.”

“You’re willing to recognize the Jiang Dynasty but not submit to it. In essence, you want special treatment, yes?”

Yun Luoguang replied seriously, “It’s not about special treatment. We’re simply trying to preserve the dignity of the ancient clans.”

He glanced at Murong Yue but refrained from voicing the obvious—that they wouldn’t grovel like the Murong Clan. Saying so would spark immediate conflict.

Zuo Xuanqi sneered. “Dignity? Tell me, what use is dignity in the face of overwhelming power?”

Chen Juebie and Nangong Duan frowned, but Aotian remained impassive.

Yun Luoguang responded after a pause. “Such words seem out of place in a negotiation, don’t you think?”

Zuo Xuanqi nodded. “Perhaps. But they are highly relevant to your future.”

He leaned forward, his tone sharp. “Let me ask you this: if I reject your terms, will you attack us immediately?”

Yun Luoguang held Zuo Xuanqi’s gaze in silence. His lack of response spoke volumes. With four Supreme Realm ancestors present, they were confident they could kill Zuo Xuanqi if the negotiations broke down.

Zuo Xuanqi smirked. “Very well. Let me give you my answer.”

“But first, turn around and take a good look at the Yun Clan’s flagship.”

Puzzled, the three ancient clan leaders turned their attention to the Yun Clan’s fleet. At first glance, nothing seemed amiss. The ships sat calmly on the water, undisturbed.

Then, in an instant—

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A massive explosion erupted from the Yun Clan’s flagship, followed by a chain reaction that engulfed the surrounding ships.

“Ahhh!”

“Noooo!”

The sea lit up with the fiery glow of destruction. Energy waves rippled outward, annihilating the Yun Clan’s fleet. Ships splintered and sank as countless Yun Clan members were killed outright.

The devastation spread to nearby vessels from the Chen and Nangong clans, killing many aboard. Chaos reigned as the sea turned into a battlefield of fire and debris.

Yun Luoguang, Chen Juebie, and Nangong Duan were stunned.

“What is happening?!”

“Is this Yun Enheng’s energy signature? Did he self-detonate?!”

“Why would he blow himself up on his own fleet? Is he insane?!” Chen Juebie raged.

The scene on the sea was utter chaos. The explosion originated from the core of the Yun Clan’s flagship, where most of their high-ranking members had been gathered.

The sheer force of the blast, fueled by Yun Enheng’s Saint Emperor-level cultivation, left no survivors except for Yun Qianxing and two Saint Emperor elders who had barely managed to shield themselves.

Back on the warship, Zuo Xuanqi smiled coldly. “I trust my answer is clear now.”

The three ancient clan leaders turned back to him, their faces pale with shock and anger. Yun Enheng, under the Golden Divine Dragon Clan’s control, had been the key to this devastating blow—a perfect demonstration of the Jiang Dynasty’s ruthlessness and superiority.

This wasn’t just a show of strength; it was a deliberate strike at the heart of their confidence.

Zuo Xuanqi’s tactics had shifted the balance of power, leaving the ancient clans reeling in fear and uncertainty. “Now,” he said, his voice dripping with menace, “shall we continue the discussion?”

Chapter 149 : Turning Humans into Pills

Although Yun Qianxing and the two remaining Supreme Elders of the Yun Clan survived the explosion, their conditions were horrifying.

One elder’s organs were shattered, his body covered in cracks, and his flesh was mangled beyond recognition. Even his soul suffered severe damage, barely keeping him conscious.

The other elder had lost half his body entirely, leaving a gruesome sight of exposed bones and blood dripping relentlessly.

Among them, Yun Qianxing was the worst off. His entire body had been blown apart, leaving only half of his soul intact, making him the most severely injured of the three.

Nangong Han, seeing their dire state, quickly intervened, using his power to drag the heavily injured trio onto his own warship.

“What happened to Yun Enheng?!”

“Why did he self-detonate?!” Yun Qianxing roared, his broken soul trembling with anger and despair.

The self-destruction had obliterated the Yun Clan’s leadership and most of their high-ranking members, leaving their forces decimated. Now, including Yun Qianxing himself, only four high-level members of the Yun Clan remained alive.

On the Murong Clan’s warship, Yun Clan’s elder Yun Luoguang stood pale-faced, watching the devastation. His mind raced, trying to comprehend the tragedy, and then his eyes locked onto Zuo Xuanqi.

“It was you, wasn’t it?! How did you do it?!” Yun Luoguang shouted, his voice shaking with rage.

“How did you gain control of Yun Enheng?!”

The realization spread among Chen Juebie and Nangong Duan, who immediately turned their attention to Zuo Xuanqi, their hands beginning to gather power.

The explosion and Yun Clan’s catastrophic losses left little room for negotiation. The only option now seemed to be battle.

Zuo Xuanqi smirked. “Yun Luoguang, you spoke earlier about dying for the dignity of the ancient clans. Allow me to fulfill that wish.”

He paused, his voice growing colder.

“And let me teach you a truth: In this world, absolute power and authority are the only sources of dignity.”

“Without strength, clinging to dignity is nothing but a farce.”

With a simple gesture, Zuo Xuanqi signaled the attack.

The Golden Divine Dragon Clan, led by Aotian, transformed into their true dragon forms. Alongside the Murong Clan and Ice Cloud Saint Sect’s warriors, they launched an all-out assault on the three ancient clans.

Murong Jiuxing and other elders from the Murong Clan followed suit, charging into battle alongside their forces, while Ao Ye led the Golden Divine Dragon warriors in a devastating attack on the Chen Clan’s fleet.

The sudden betrayal threw the three ancient clans into chaos.

“Golden Divine Dragon Clan?!”

“Have you gone mad?! We’re allies!”

“Argh!”

The roar of a Chen Clan elder was cut short as a golden dragon tore through him, swallowing him whole.

Chen Xujin and Nangong Han quickly realized the truth.

“The Golden Divine Dragon Clan—they’re spies!”

“They’ve sided with the Jiang Dynasty from the start!”

Desperate to rally their troops, Nangong Han shouted, “We still outnumber them! Fight back! Kill them all!”

The battle intensified, turning into a chaotic melee of blood and fire.

On the Murong warship, the leaders of both sides remained relatively still. Zuo Xuanqi stood calmly alongside Aotian, Danchen, and Murong Yue, facing off against the three ancient clan leaders.

Yun Luoguang glared venomously at Aotian. “So it was you! The Golden Divine Dragon Clan—you betrayed us so quickly!”

Aotian chuckled. “You flatter me, Yun Luoguang. It was all part of Zuo Xiang’s brilliant plan. From the moment you chose to oppose the Jiang Dynasty, your fate was sealed.”

Yun Luoguang’s eyes burned with hatred. “Good! Good! This betrayal will be repaid tenfold!”

“Block Murong Yue and Aotian! I’ll capture Zuo Xuanqi!” Yun Luoguang commanded, charging toward Zuo Xuanqi with all his power.

Chen Juebie and Nangong Duan moved to intercept Murong Yue and Aotian, aiming to isolate Zuo Xuanqi.

The strategy was clear: capture Zuo Xuanqi, the Prime Minister and trusted confidant of Emperor HuanYu. If they could hold him hostage, they might still salvage the situation.

However, as Yun Luoguang’s hand reached for Zuo Xuanqi’s throat, his body suddenly froze.

“What… what’s happening?!” Yun Luoguang stammered, his movements paralyzed.

No matter how hard he struggled, his body refused to respond.

From behind, Danchen stepped forward.

Yun Luoguang’s eyes widened in horror as a suffocating sense of death washed over him. His instincts screamed that he was moments from annihilation.

“You…!” Yun Luoguang managed to choke out before his words were silenced.

Danchen calmly raised his hand, and Yun Luoguang’s body vanished into the Xuanluo Cauldron.

Inside, ghostly blue flames ignited, burning both his soul and body to ash.

Within moments, Yun Luoguang’s essence condensed into a single pill—pure and potent.

A Supreme Realm powerhouse, reduced to a mere pill in less than three breaths.

The scene sent shockwaves through the battlefield. Warriors paused, their gazes snapping toward Danchen.

The ease and efficiency with which Yun Luoguang had been “refined” left even the strongest in stunned silence.

Chen Juebie and Nangong Duan, witnessing their peer’s fate, were overcome with terror.

“What kind of monster is this?!”

“Yun Luoguang didn’t even last three breaths! If we stay, we’ll just become ingredients for his next pill!”

Without hesitation, the two leaders turned to flee, their survival instincts overriding any thoughts of vengeance or strategy.

But would they escape?

Chapter 150 : The Art of Having Children

As Chen Juebie and Nangong Duan tried to flee, a terrifying force descended upon them, instantly immobilizing their bodies, much like what had happened to Yun Luoguang moments earlier.

“Spare us!”
“Please, spare our lives!”

The two Supreme Realm elders finally broke down, their faces twisted in terror as they begged for mercy. For the first time, they fully grasped the overwhelming fear of facing death, especially after witnessing Yun Luoguang’s horrifying end—transformed into a pill within mere moments.

Their pleas were futile.

Dan Chen, with his calm and composed demeanor, activated the Xuanluo Cauldron once more. Its powerful suction pulled the two directly inside.

The cauldron’s ghostly blue flames roared to life, and in moments, the pungent scent of medicinal herbs and energy filled the air.

Before long, two more pills were formed.

The sight left Aotian and Murong Yue visibly shaken. Though seasoned warriors, they couldn’t suppress the shiver that ran through them.

To witness three Supreme Realm elders, long-standing figures of the ancient clans, reduced to mere medicinal pills in the span of minutes was deeply unsettling.

“It’s done.”

“You two, handle the aftermath. Once the Jiang Dynasty’s main forces arrive, we’ll begin the complete sweep of the Deep Sea region,” Zuo Xuanqi commanded.

“Understood!”
Both Aotian and Murong Yue nodded, vanishing into the chaotic battlefield to finish the remaining resistance.

Turning to Dan Chen, Zuo Xuanqi asked, “Dan Chen Gongfeng, what kind of pills have you crafted this time?”

Dan Chen replied casually, “Longevity Pills. I intend to present them to the Emperor or the Empresses.”

Zuo Xuanqi smiled. “Ah, I see. With the ancient clan leaders eliminated and the Emperor’s task completed, the rest is for me to handle. Please, rest assured.”

Dan Chen nodded. “Very well. I’ll return to the Void Sanctuary.”

With that, Dan Chen’s figure vanished.

The battle continued for some time, but the entrance of Aotian and Murong Yue shifted the tide completely. Their overwhelming power quickly crushed the remaining leaders of the ancient clans.

Yun Qianxing, the Yun Clan’s leader, was obliterated by Aotian’s palm strike, while the leaders of the Chen and Nangong clans fell to Murong Yue.

Within half an hour, the battle was over, and the sea returned to an eerie calm.

The forces of the three ancient clans were annihilated entirely.

Not long after, the Jiang Dynasty’s main forces arrived, led by generals Feipeng and Chonglou. Standing on the deck of their flagship, they commanded a fleet of over a hundred warships.

With Zuo Xuanqi, the Murong Clan, and the Golden Divine Dragon Clan, they launched a thorough campaign, sweeping through the Deep Sea.

None of the demonic beast factions or remaining opposition forces stood a chance, as they were eradicated one by one.

While the battlefield was filled with bloodshed, Emperor Jiang HuanYu was indulging in his own pleasures.

For nearly a week, he had been surrounded by the beauties of his harem, enjoying their company and engaging in “games” that left his concubines blushing and breathless.

In his royal bedchamber, Jiang HuanYu lounged shirtless on the bed, with Murong Xue and Su Baijie lying on either side of him.

Xiao Qingli, dressed in a thin purple veil, was seated at her vanity, applying makeup.

Meanwhile, Han Wanxiang, lying nearby, still bore a rosy flush on her cheeks, her face damp with sweat from their earlier activities.

In another chamber, Medusa tended to Qian Xinrou, whose belly had grown noticeably larger. Jiang HuanYu had specifically ordered Medusa to remain by her side to ensure the pregnancy went smoothly.

“Your Majesty, I can’t take any more of this,” Han Wanxiang muttered, her voice tinged with pain.

Jiang HuanYu laughed heartily. “Alright, alright, my dear consort. You’ve all worked hard these past few days.”

“But once the Dynasty has fully unified the seas, I plan to take a break. First, we’ll focus on having children. Once that’s settled, we’ll march on Zhongsheng Continent!”

Hearing this, Murong Xue snuggled closer to him, her fingers tracing circles on his chest.

“Children?” she asked curiously. “Your Majesty, why are you so intent on us having children?”

“Right now, Baijie, Medusa, Xinrou, Wanxiang, and Qingli are all already pregnant. With five children on the way, isn’t that enough?”

Murong Xue’s tone was light, but her question reflected genuine curiosity. Over time, she had grown entirely devoted to Jiang HuanYu, her initial resistance completely replaced by affection and even infatuation.

Jiang HuanYu chuckled, pulling her closer and planting a light kiss on her lips before responding.

“Xue’er, you don’t understand. Having children is an art—a profound study, not something as simple as it seems.”

This piqued the interest of all the women in the room. Even Xiao Qingli turned from her vanity, her eyes filled with curiosity.

“What do you mean, having children is an art?”

Han Wanxiang was the first to speak, her expression skeptical.

“Your Majesty, if you want to, just say so. Don’t try to make it sound profound.”

“Since ancient times, the process has always been the same. There’s no secret to it. Surely, you’re not trying to fool us, are you?”

Su Baijie nodded in agreement. “That’s right. There are no mysteries to childbirth—it’s just the natural result of union.”

Their words elicited soft laughter from the other concubines, all of whom shared the same sentiment: What could possibly be so complex about having children?

Jiang HuanYu’s expression remained calm, his smile widening as he prepared to unveil his unique perspective.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” he said cryptically, leaving his consorts intrigued.