Chapter 151 : Unifying the Deep Sea and the Blood Spirit Orb

Jiang HuanYu smiled helplessly at Han Wanxiang’s comment.

“Not quite, not quite,” he replied. “It seems you’ve all misunderstood me.”

“What I mean,” Jiang HuanYu began to explain, “is that when I and my beloved consorts have children, they will inherit not only my talents but also yours. With such superior genetics, how could our offspring lack talent?”

“Once we have a few more children, I can finally take some time to rest. During this time, we’ll nurture these little ones and let them grow through trials and training.”

“Meanwhile, I’ll have the luxury of staying in the palace to spend more quality time with my consorts. Doesn’t that sound like an enjoyable life?”

Jiang HuanYu’s words gave the women pause. Upon reflection, they realized that his plan wasn’t so far-fetched.

His vision promised a balance of family, governance, and growth, where their children would gain experience while the consorts enjoyed the fruits of life. They could intervene only when necessary, ensuring stability for the dynasty.

“Alright, then!” Jiang HuanYu suddenly declared, “Now that I’ve recovered my energy, let’s have another round of fun!”

The consorts, lost in thought, were startled by his sudden enthusiasm.

Suddenly, a voice echoed in Jiang HuanYu’s mind.

【Ding!】

【Congratulations to the host! Zuo Xuanqi, Feipeng, Chonglou, Murong Clan, Ice Cloud Saint Sect, and the Golden Divine Dragon Clan have successfully unified the Deep Sea! Prestige +30,000!】

【System Notification: Current Prestige: 105,320!】

【Reward: Prestige Mega Pack and Prestige Achievement Mixed Pack, delivered to the inventory!】

Jiang HuanYu froze momentarily before internally groaning.

“This system… always knows how to pick the right time,” he thought.

Reluctantly, he let out a sigh. “Fine, fine.”

Turning to his consorts, Jiang HuanYu said with a playful tone, “My beloveds, I have some matters to attend to for now. Let’s continue later.”

With that, he disappeared, leaving the women behind.

“He ran off again?!” Su Baijie said, puzzled. “He does this often—freezes up for a moment, says he has something to handle, and vanishes. It’s so strange.”

Han Wanxiang smirked from the side. “Su-sister, don’t tell me you’re hoping he comes back. My back is still sore. If he returns, I’m definitely out of commission. That would leave only you.”

She leaned closer, teasingly adding, “So… do you want him to come back?”

Su Baijie blushed as memories of the previous encounters resurfaced. Though curious, she quickly shook her head. “Forget it! Let’s just check on Xinrou.”

The consorts dressed and left the chamber, save for Han Wanxiang, who chose to rest.

In the Blood King Sect, Jiang King had successfully infiltrated and was currently eavesdropping outside the main hall.

Inside the hall, Blood King, Great Elder Xuelizhen, and Chief Protector Xuehan were discussing crucial matters.

“Sect Master, the blood and flesh resources the Imperial Princess ordered us to gather are now complete,” Xuelizhen reported. “Due to the Jiang Dynasty’s campaign to unify the seas, many scattered factions sought refuge here. We’ve taken in over 300,000 stray cultivators.”

“All these individuals have been turned into blood essence and stored in the Blood Spirit Orb. Please inspect it, Sect Master.”

Xuelizhen retrieved a Blood Spirit Orb from his robes and presented it to the Blood King.

The orb, about the size of half a palm, shimmered with a vivid crimson hue, resembling a swirling cloud of blood within its translucent shell.

Initially clear, the orb had absorbed the essence of over 500,000 cultivators and demonic beasts, giving it its striking color.

Blood Spirit Orbs were common tools, often used to clean battlefields by absorbing flesh and blood. They could also release their contents in one powerful burst, making them a vital resource for large-scale rituals.

Shura Yanran had ordered the Blood King Sect to create these orbs to weaken the seal to the Demon Realm. However, breaking the seal would require at least 50 such orbs.

Thus, the Shura Clan remained in hiding, continuing to gather resources without revealing themselves prematurely.

The Blood King examined the orb with satisfaction. Its vibrant color and potent energy reflected the immense blood essence it contained.

However, as he studied the orb, he noticed a flicker of movement reflected on its surface—a small piece of fabric fluttering in the wind, just beyond the hall.

The Blood King’s expression darkened instantly.

“Who’s there?!” he bellowed, hurling a blast of energy toward the wall.

Boom!

The wall crumbled under the force, revealing Jiang King’s hidden position.

Xuelizhen and Xuehan quickly locked their sights on him, their killing intent surging.

“An intruder?!”

“How did he get here?”

With their identities and plans at risk of exposure, the Blood King and his allies prepared to eliminate Jiang King immediately.

Chapter 152: The Fall of the Blood King Sect

Jiang King seized the moment, attempting to escape as soon as the wall crumbled. His figure darted into the sky, his heart filled with frustration.

“All this effort to remain hidden, and it’s undone by a piece of fabric. Unbelievable!”

However, his cultivation, stuck at the Great Sage Realm due to his extended absence from the Void Sanctuary, limited his abilities.

Before he could get far, Xuelizhen, the Great Elder, and Xuehan, the Chief Protector, flanked him. Behind him, the Blood King blocked his retreat.

Three Saint King Realm powerhouses surrounded Jiang King, who was merely at the Great Sage Realm. The outcome seemed inevitable.

Despite their advantage, the three didn’t immediately strike, opting instead to question the infiltrator.

“Elder Beiya?”
“Who are you, really?!”
“What business do you have infiltrating our sect?!”

Recognizing Jiang King as “Elder Beiya,” a recent addition to their ranks, Xuehan’s expression darkened.

Jiang King’s expression remained calm as his eyes swept over his captors. Then, with measured composure, he declared:

“You wish to know who I am?”
“Then listen closely!”
“I am the Jiang King of the Jiang Dynasty!”

His words sent shockwaves through the trio.

“Blood King, your sect’s dealings with the Demon Realm have long been under our watch. Surrender now, confess everything, and I may grant you a painless death.”
“Refuse, and your Blood King Sect will be obliterated, leaving not even ashes behind!”

Jiang King’s bold proclamation and unwavering demeanor unnerved his opponents.

The Jiang Dynasty’s dominance over the seas was widely known, and the mention of their emperor, Jiang HuanYu, struck fear into all.

The Blood King and his allies, though they served the Shura Clan in secret, had gone to great lengths to conceal their activities. Yet now, the dynasty’s infiltration confirmed their worst fears.

“Sect Master, since we’ve been discovered, why not…?”

Xuelizhen trailed off, but the Blood King understood his meaning.

They couldn’t afford to wait for reinforcements. They needed to silence Jiang King now and escape with what they could.

“Kill him!”

The Blood King’s command was immediate.

Xuehan and Xuelizhen launched their combined assault, their Saint King Realm powers overwhelming the trapped Jiang King.

The disparity in cultivation was vast, leaving Jiang King unable to move as the two attacks closed in on him.

Just as the strikes were about to land, a blinding sword light descended from the sky, enveloping the area in a Sword Domain that blanketed the entire sect.

The combined attacks from Xuehan and Xuelizhen dissolved upon contact with the Sword Domain, their power rendered meaningless.

“Who?!”
“Show yourself!”

The Blood King and his allies scanned their surroundings, their voices tinged with panic.

Their unease turned to dread as Wan Jian Shen appeared, stepping effortlessly on waves of sword energy.

The Blood King and his two accomplices froze in terror.

“Wan Jian Shen…”

The name alone was enough to crush their spirits. Wan Jian Shen, the first enforcer of the Jiang Dynasty, had long been a symbol of invincibility.

Wan Jian Shen said nothing. With a casual wave of his fingers, the Sword Domain surged, and the ambient energy reached its peak.

The Blood King tried to plead:

“Please, we can ne—”

But his words were cut short. The Sword Domain erupted, annihilating everything within its bounds.

The Blood King, Xuelizhen, Xuehan, and the entire sect—save for a few disciples who happened to be away—were obliterated. Not even ashes remained.

Jiang King, the lone observer spared within the domain, could only marvel at the sheer power before him.

As the dust settled, Wan Jian Shen spoke.

“Come. To the treasury.”

Jiang King quickly followed, assisting in stripping the Blood King Sect of all its treasures. When they were done, nothing of value remained.

With their spoils secured, Wan Jian Shen tore open a rift in space. Together, they vanished, leaving the once-feared Blood King Sect as nothing more than a forgotten ruin.

Chapter 153: Stirring the Serpent’s Nest

The Shura Clan’s Concerns

As the Blood King Sect was wiped out, in the depths of Ghost King Sect, a secluded temple suddenly fell silent as Shura Haocheng, a God-Slashing Realm powerhouse, opened his eyes.

“Something has happened. The Blood King and his people are all dead.”

His voice, low and solemn, sent a chill through the room.

Shura Yanran, the imperial princess of the Shura Clan, and Yang Protector, her loyal guardian, turned to him with alarm.

“What?! How is that possible?!”
“The Blood King Sect is gone?!”

Yang Protector’s disbelief was evident, but Shura Haocheng’s calm, furrowed brow indicated otherwise.

“The soul imprints I left on them were shattered instantly.”
“Whoever attacked them was vastly superior to their entire force. Only someone from the Jiang Dynasty could manage this.”

The room fell into a tense silence.

Shura Yanran, quick-witted as ever, analyzed the situation.

“The Jiang Dynasty…”
“If they moved against the Blood King Sect, it’s likely they’ve uncovered something. Could they know about us?”

Yang Protector’s face grew grim.

“If the Blood King Sect was exposed, it won’t be long before they turn their sights on us or the Evil King Sect.”

He glanced at Shura Yanran.

“Should we relocate before they act?”

Shura Yanran, after a moment’s thought, shook her head firmly.

“Relocating now would be a mistake. If the Jiang Dynasty knows about us and we move, it will only confirm their suspicions.”
“It’s more likely they eliminated the Blood King Sect to provoke us into acting. If we stay put, we might evade detection.”

Her reasoning was logical. Though intelligent and cautious, she could not foresee that the Blood King Sect’s destruction was a coincidence—an unplanned move following the Blood King’s discovery of Jiang King.

Shura Haocheng’s deep voice broke the tension.

“There’s no need to panic.”
“The Jiang Dynasty’s forces, however strong, are insignificant. I’ve already set up isolation arrays around Ghost King Sect. Should they come, I can act without leaking my presence, ensuring that those meddlesome old monsters can’t detect us.”

His confidence was born of centuries of battle-hardened experience and his mastery of the God-Slashing Realm. He dismissed the Jiang Dynasty as a minor threat.

Shura Yanran and Yang Protector exchanged glances, visibly reassured by his words.

“If Haocheng Elder is certain, then we have nothing to fear.”
“The Jiang Dynasty’s so-called strongest are but ants in the face of God-Slashing Realm power.”

Her words were filled with renewed confidence.

Back in the sanctuary of the Jiang Dynasty, Jiang King and Wan Jian Shen had returned to report.

Jiang King knelt before Jiang HuanYu, his tone filled with guilt.

“Your Majesty, this subject has failed you. I was discovered by the Blood King, forcing Wan Jian Shen to act. As a result, the Blood King Sect was destroyed, likely alerting the Shura Clan to our movements. I beg for your punishment!”

Jiang HuanYu, sitting with an air of nonchalance, simply chuckled.

“No need for alarm, Jiang King.”
“The Blood King Sect’s destruction was inevitable. You may rise.”

Jiang King hesitated, unsure if Jiang HuanYu understood the potential consequences of their actions.

“But Your Majesty, if we’ve stirred the serpent’s nest—”

Jiang HuanYu waved him off with a serene smile.

“It doesn’t matter.”
“I’ve already decided to lead an expedition personally. The Ghost King Sect will fall next.”

The confidence in his words was palpable, backed by the overwhelming strength and resources of the Jiang Dynasty.

Strategic Preparations

Jiang HuanYu’s calm demeanor wasn’t without cause. His recent unification of the seas had brought him substantial rewards from the system, including:

These rewards bolstered his confidence, making even the God-Slashing Realm protectors of the Shura Clan seem like minor obstacles.

As Jiang King rose, Jiang HuanYu delved into his thoughts, consulting the system.

“System, how far am I from the Emperor Realm?”

The system responded swiftly:

[System: After the Undying Realm are the following stages—Reversing Fate Realm, Heavenly Law Realm, Heavenly Destiny Realm, God-Slashing Realm, Eternal Realm, Quasi-Emperor, and finally, the Emperor Realm.]

Curious, Jiang HuanYu pressed further:

“And beyond the Emperor Realm?”

The system remained enigmatic.

[System: Details of realms beyond the Emperor Realm are locked. Host must reach the Emperor Realm to unlock this information.]

Jiang HuanYu smirked, his ambitions only growing with every new revelation.

As the meeting concluded, the Jiang Dynasty’s forces began mobilizing for the next phase of their campaign—this time, targeting the Ghost King Sect directly.

Chapter 154 : Breaking Through to Eternal Realm

System’s Revelation

Upon reaching the Eternal Realm, Jiang HuanYu continued his inquiry.

“System, are there realms beyond the Emperor?”

The system responded matter-of-factly:
[Ding! System: Of course there are realms beyond the Emperor. The great Dao is infinite. However, in the world you currently inhabit, the Emperor Realm is considered the absolute ceiling.]

Jiang HuanYu raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“So what lies beyond the Emperor Realm?”

The system, as cryptic as ever, replied:
[Ding! System: Achieve the Emperor Realm first. Only then will further knowledge be revealed.]

It added sarcastically:
[System: With your current weak cultivation, knowing more is useless.]

Jiang HuanYu couldn’t help but sneer.
“You cheeky system! Are you baiting me like a woman would?”
“Building my curiosity only to shut me down?”

The system, unbothered, simply stayed silent.

Exploring the Concept of Realms

Unperturbed, Jiang HuanYu pressed on.

“System, you mentioned a peculiar realm called ‘Ten Thousand Techniques Instant Sky’. What exactly is that?”

The system’s response came swiftly:
[System: This realm is a peculiar subset of the Eternal Realm, requiring not accumulation of strength but profound comprehension and enlightenment.]

It continued:
[System: A practitioner in this realm can unleash tens of thousands of divine techniques simultaneously in an instant, reflecting the true meaning of its name. Only those who master this realm can hope to advance to the Emperor Realm.]

Jiang HuanYu nodded, piecing together the significance.
“So the Ten Thousand Techniques Instant Sky is not a distinct realm but a necessary step to break into the Emperor Realm?”

The system confirmed:
[System: Correct. The Eternal Realm spans from one to twelve stars, with twelve stars marking its peak. Only at this peak can one attempt to master this elusive state and unlock their path to the Emperor Realm.]

Jiang HuanYu didn’t linger on the conversation. Summoning the Jiang Dynasty’s elite, he prepared to unleash the massive wealth of rewards the system had bestowed.

After expending all the boost cards, the results were staggering:

Royal Family and Key Figures:

Generals and Advisors:

Administrative Pillars:

Jiang HuanYu’s Breakthrough

Finally, Jiang HuanYu turned to himself. Using an overwhelming number of Enhancement Cards, he ascended to 1st Star of Eternal Realm.

A unique heaven mark appeared on his brow, signifying his entry into the Eternal Realm.

The system explained:
[System: The Eternal Realm spans twelve stars, each requiring significant breakthroughs in essence and understanding.]

Jiang HuanYu smirked, now fully prepared to confront the challenges ahead, including the Shura Clan’s lingering threat.

Chapter 155: Makings of an Emperor!

In the royal garden, Jiang HuanYu enjoyed a serene moment with his consorts. Qian Xinrou, now seven months pregnant, rested beside him as he gently caressed her prominent belly. The others, Xiao Qingli, Han Wanxiang, and Su Baijie, were visibly showing early signs of pregnancy but still far from Qian Xinrou’s stage.

Only Murong Xue and Medusa remained unpregnant, but not by their own choice. Jiang HuanYu deliberately held back, thinking it prudent to manage things in phases.

“Xinrou, there’s something I must tell you,” Jiang HuanYu began, his hand warm on her belly.

“What is it, Your Majesty?” Qian Xinrou’s gentle voice carried curiosity.

“The celestial elixir required to awaken your bloodline remains elusive. Despite our conquests, it was absent from the ancient clans’ treasuries.”

Jiang HuanYu paused briefly before continuing:
“However, the Golden Dragon Clan leader, Aotian, informed me that one such elixir resides on the Heavenly God Island of Zhongsheng Continent. It was last seen during an auction, purchased by a high-ranking figure there.”

“When our child is born, I will begin preparations to conquer the Zhongsheng Continent. Rest assured, Xinrou, the elixir will be yours.”

Qian Xinrou smiled tenderly.
“Your Majesty, do not worry on my behalf. Awakening my bloodline is not as important as staying by your side. The life I have now is all I’ve ever desired.”

Her words melted Jiang HuanYu’s heart. “Such loyalty and devotion,” he thought.

Nearby, Han Wanxiang cradled the playful White Tiger cub as she chimed in:
“Your Majesty, Xinrou’s child will arrive soon, and ours won’t be far behind. With so many children expected, have you decided on names yet?”

The others, including Su Baijie and Xiao Qingli, turned to Jiang HuanYu with expectant eyes.

Jiang HuanYu chuckled.
“Naturally. Do you think I’d overlook something so important? I’ve prepared names for four sons and four daughters. With these options, we’ll be ready no matter how things unfold.”

He began listing them:

The names drew mixed reactions. While most were elegant and meaningful, Jiang Wang Teng stood out as unusual. Combining the imperial “Jiang” with the more common “Wang” raised a few eyebrows.

“Wang Teng? That’s an odd choice, Your Majesty,” Xiao Qingli remarked, tilting her head.

Jiang HuanYu grinned mischievously. “It’s not odd. I’ve already envisioned it—someday, I’ll declare, ‘My son Wang Teng has the makings of an Emperor!’ Doesn’t that sound magnificent?”

The consorts exchanged bemused glances. Though unconventional, the name’s boldness was undeniably fitting for someone as audacious as Jiang HuanYu.

As the royal family enjoyed their conversation, the Jiang Dynasty’s army, hidden within the Void Secret Realm, quietly advanced. Within half a day, they arrived near the Ghost King Sect without alerting anyone.

Jiang HuanYu personally led two elite divisions, Blood Rain Corps and Destruction Corps, alongside high-ranking officials and powerful cultivators.

Emerging from the Void Realm, the imperial forces descended upon the skies above the Ghost King Sect, their overwhelming presence suffocating the atmosphere.

Deep within the Ghost King Sect, Shura Haosheng, the powerful elder of the Shura Clan, abruptly opened his violet eyes.

“They’re here,” he murmured, his voice low but resonating with power.

Both Shura Yanran and Yang Protector, who were in the chamber, tensed.

“Who dares to trespass?” Shura Yanran questioned sharply.

Shura Haosheng’s expression remained calm but stern. “It’s the Jiang Dynasty’s forces. Jiang HuanYu has come personally.”

Yang Protector clenched his fists.
“It seems they discovered the Blood King’s betrayal. Should we retreat?”

Shura Haosheng smirked coldly.
“Retreat? Do you take me for a coward? No. Let them come. Today, the Ghost King Sect will show them the true might of the Shura Clan.”

“Prepare yourselves,” he added, his tone dripping with confidence. “It’s time for them to learn that provoking the Shura Clan comes at a cost.”

Chapter 156: Marching on Ghost King Sect!

Shura Haocheng opened his eyes coldly, a flicker of ominous light in his gaze.
“Princess, the forces of the Jiang Dynasty have arrived.”

Shura Yanran smirked, her lips curling slightly with confidence.
“Let them come. We’ll shut the door and trap the dog.”

Her tone was nonchalant, as if she didn’t regard the encirclement as a threat at all. Turning to Shura Haocheng, she calmly stated:
“Elder Haocheng, I’ll leave everything to you.”

Shura Haocheng scoffed, his confidence unwavering:
“Rest assured, Princess. These fools from the Jiang Dynasty are merely seeking their own deaths. A trivial force like theirs is nothing compared to the Shura Clan.”

At that moment, Ghost King Zhang Ying stormed in, panic written all over his face.
“Princess! Something terrible has happened!”
“The forces of the Jiang Dynasty have suddenly appeared and surrounded Ghost King Sect. Worse yet, our protective formation has been tampered with—it can’t be activated!”

Shura Yanran’s gaze didn’t waver. She glanced at Zhang Ying, her disdain barely concealed.
“No matter. Everything is under control.”
“Let your Ghost King Sect disciples stand down. Allow the Jiang Dynasty troops to enter freely.”

“What?!”
Zhang Ying was stunned, his face filled with disbelief.
“Let them in? Princess, isn’t that akin to cutting off our retreat?”

Before he could protest further, the Shura Protector beside her interrupted impatiently:
“Stop talking nonsense! The Princess has spoken—just do as you’re told. Don’t question her orders!”

Left with no choice, Zhang Ying reluctantly complied:
“Yes… I’ll make the arrangements immediately!”

Outside Ghost King Sect, in the surrounding sea, the forces of the Jiang Dynasty had completely surrounded the floating islands that housed the sect. The three massive islands were connected by grand suspension bridges, their architecture exuding power and majesty.

However, the sect’s majestic facade now stood overshadowed by the vast army encircling it.

The Destruction Legion and Blood Rain Legion flanked the sides, while General Tie Poyun and King Tianyu led the rear forces. At the forefront, Emperor Jiang HuanYu himself commanded from a throne suspended on radiant clouds, accompanied by an army of three million elite soldiers.

The formidable force bore down upon the sect like an unyielding tide.

At that moment, a figure flew out from Ghost King Sect—it was Xu Bai, the spy planted within the sect. Shedding his disguise, he landed before Emperor Jiang HuanYu and knelt.
“Xu Bai greets Your Majesty!”

He reported swiftly:
“Your Majesty, upon receiving your message, I sabotaged Ghost King Sect’s protective formation. With it disabled, your forces can now march straight into the heart of the sect!”

Hearing this, Jiang HuanYu nodded in satisfaction.
“Well done. Stand back for now.”

Jiang HuanYu’s eyes gleamed as he sat atop his cloudborne throne. With a single gesture, his minister Zuo Xuanqi stepped forward, his voice booming with authority:
“Ghost King! The Emperor of Jiang is here in person! Why do you not come out to greet His Majesty?!”

His voice echoed across the sect.

However, after a few moments of silence, there was no response from within Ghost King Sect—only an oppressive quiet.

Zuo Xuanqi frowned and spoke again, his tone more severe:
“Ghost King! If you refuse to come forth, the Emperor’s armies will raze your sect to the ground. Not a soul will be spared!”

Farther out, many martial artists—most of them unaffiliated wanderers—had gathered on the sea to witness the spectacle.

“Look at this! That’s the Emperor of Jiang himself, leading his army!”
“I thought Ghost King Sect had already pledged allegiance to the Jiang Dynasty. Why would things escalate to this?”
“No idea, but judging by the situation, Ghost King Sect is done for. They’re probably cowering inside, hoping to resist with some hidden trump card.”

The crowd murmured and speculated, their attention fixed on the unfolding drama.

Despite Zuo Xuanqi’s repeated demands, Ghost King Sect remained eerily silent, as if it were devoid of life.

Even Jianshen, the Sword God, who stood by Jiang HuanYu’s side, couldn’t help but ask Xu Bai:
“Are you certain there’s anyone alive in there?”

Xu Bai looked slightly awkward but replied firmly:
“Absolutely! When I sabotaged the formation, I passed by several elders, and the disciples were all gathered in the main square. They’re definitely inside.”

Jiang HuanYu, seated on his throne, remained calm. He had already probed the sect with his divine sense. Millions of lifeforms were indeed present within the sect. They weren’t gone—they were simply hiding.

Chapter 157: A Unique Style!

As the eerie silence within Ghost King Sect lingered, Fei Peng stepped forward, his expression serious.
“Your Majesty, something feels off. Such unnatural silence in the sect—could this be a trap?”

Jiang HuanYu chuckled softly, his calm demeanor unshaken:
“In the face of absolute power, no trickery can prevail.”
“Besides, with the Void Secret Realm in our possession, retreat is always an option. There is no need for concern.”

With a wave of his hand, he issued a decisive command:
“Order the army to attack! No one in Ghost King Sect is to be spared!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!”

Zuo Xuanqi immediately stepped forward, his voice booming across the battlefield:
“By the Emperor’s decree—attack Ghost King Sect! Leave no survivors!”

The drums of war thundered as the armies of the Jiang Dynasty surged forward.
The Destruction Legion, surrounded by crackling thunder, stormed in from the flanks, their strikes accompanied by roaring lightning dragons.
The Blood Rain Legion, shrouded in a crimson downpour, advanced like a relentless tide.
Elite units such as the Shadow Guards, Godslayer Guards, and Golden Armor Guards moved with precision, cutting through the defenses like knives through butter.

Jiang HuanYu’s throne, carried on a radiant cloud, drifted forward alongside his generals and court officials. The army tore through Ghost King Sect, razing everything in its path—palaces, bridges, and ornamental mountains were all reduced to rubble.

Deep within the sect’s rear mountains, Ghost King Zhang Ying had gathered all disciples and elders, retreating to the last safe haven.

Fear was palpable. The distant rumble of collapsing structures and the growing roar of the advancing army sent shivers through even the strongest among them.

“They’re coming! What now, Sect Master?!”
One elder, his face pale, voiced what everyone feared.

Zhang Ying himself was visibly shaken. He knew all too well that without outside intervention, the sect was doomed.

At that moment, the towering figure of Shura Haocheng emerged, exuding an overwhelming presence.
Behind him stood Shura Yanran, her expression cold and composed, and Yang Protector, a sharp glint of confidence in his eyes.

“Fools.”
Shura Haocheng sneered as he observed the Jiang Dynasty’s forces surging toward them.
“Barbarians from the outskirts, ignorant of the heights of the heavens. You rush to your deaths without a second thought.”

Raising his palm, he released a pulse of terrifying energy that soared into the sky. The air rippled, and a colossal barrier suddenly rose around Ghost King Sect, enclosing it completely.

The barrier shimmered with ancient runes, radiating an oppressive energy. It was no ordinary defense—it severed all connection between the sect and the outside world.

The sudden appearance of the massive shield caught the attention of the martial artists spectating from a distance.
“What is that?!”
“It’s a barrier! And a powerful one—it completely isolates the sect!”
“What’s the point? Do they think they can trap the Jiang Dynasty’s army and counterattack?!”
“Fools. They’re just prolonging the inevitable. The Emperor himself is here—Ghost King Sect is as good as dead!”

The crowd buzzed with speculation, frustration mounting as the barrier blocked their view of the battle.

Within the isolated Ghost King Sect, the Jiang Dynasty’s forces came to a brief halt as Jiang HuanYu assessed the situation. He quickly recognized the energy signature of the barrier’s creator: Shura Haocheng.

“An Eightfold Godbreaking Realm cultivator?”
Jiang HuanYu’s eyes narrowed. Though Shura Haocheng’s power exceeded even that of his loyal Sword God, it was still far from enough to threaten him.

His gaze then shifted to Shura Yanran, standing proudly in the air. Her distinctive features—violet pupils, a radiant purple mark between her brows, and an air of unyielding arrogance—immediately caught his attention.

Jiang HuanYu studied her, his lips curving into a knowing smile.
“Violet eyes, a royal sigil… This figure, her demeanor, and… well, those towering peaks of pride—there’s no doubt about it.”

“This must be the Princess of the Shura Clan.”
His mind raced with possibilities, excitement sparking in his chest.

“The system did not deceive me. She’s truly an unparalleled beauty—a rare gem indeed.”

Shura Yanran, noticing his intense gaze, immediately bristled. Her voice was icy, her words laced with venom:
“If you dare look at me again, I will pluck out your eyes and use them as garnish for my wine!”

Jiang HuanYu laughed heartily.
“Plucking out my eyes as garnish? How creative!”
“As expected of the Shura Clan’s Princess. Your fiery spirit is most charming—it only makes me more interested!”

Jiang HuanYu’s confidence was unshaken. Having assessed the true extent of Shura Haocheng’s power, he knew the situation was firmly under his control.

The stage was set, and the final act was about to begin.

Chapter 158: The Emperor’s Power, Eternal Might!

“Arrogant!”
The protector Yang, seeing Jiang HuanYu boldly teasing Shura Yanran, stepped forward angrily, his voice thunderous:
“Ignorant brat! Do you truly believe you’ll survive the wrath coming your way?!”

However, Shura Yanran’s brows furrowed slightly as she observed Jiang HuanYu more carefully. A trace of confusion entered her cold gaze.
“How do you know I’m the Princess of the Shura Clan?”

She couldn’t hide her surprise. Her identity had been kept a closely guarded secret, even from their mortal allies like Blood King and Evil King. They were unaware not only of her rank but also of her specific heritage within the Shura Clan.

Jiang HuanYu’s lips curled into a faint smile.
“Hmph. The insight of this emperor is far beyond the comprehension of mere mortals.”
“But you… out of respect for your imperial lineage, I’ll forgive your insolence this time.”

His gaze then shifted disdainfully to Yang, his voice carrying an edge:
“Anyone else who dares threaten me usually meets a far worse fate.”

Yang sneered, his tone dripping with mockery:
“What a grandiose claim! You’ll pay dearly for your arrogance!”

Before Jiang HuanYu could retort, the ancient and powerful voice of Shura Haocheng resonated across the battlefield:
“Enough talk. These backwater pests should count themselves lucky to die at my hand.”

Raising his hand, Shura Haocheng’s energy surged, causing the skies above Ghost King Sect to churn violently. Dark clouds rolled in, swirling with black lightning and malice, spreading like a doomsday shroud.

The oppressive energy bore down upon the surroundings, causing even seasoned warriors to falter.
“What terrifying power!”
“Is this the strength of a Godbreaking Realm powerhouse?!”
Some Ghost King Sect elders trembled uncontrollably, their souls quivering under the weight of Shura Haocheng’s might.

The black cloud, brimming with destruction, expanded rapidly, threatening to annihilate everything beneath it. Its power was enough to turn the entire Ghost King Sect—and the surrounding area—into dust.

“You’ve brought this upon yourselves, Jiang Dynasty! Today, you’ll pay the ultimate price!”
Ghost King Zhang Ying’s eyes shone with vengeful glee, convinced that Shura Haocheng’s unparalleled strength would finally end the Dynasty’s dominance.

Even the seasoned warriors of Jiang Dynasty felt immense pressure. The aura of a God Breaking Realm master was suffocating.
Zuo Xuanqi, Tie Poyun, and others visibly paled, their legs trembling involuntarily.

Even the stronger generals—Fei Peng, Chong Lou, and Arrow God—bore grim expressions. The power emanating from the cloud was overwhelming, and they weren’t certain they could withstand it.

Wan Jian Shen, despite his strength, clenched his fists tightly. For the first time in a long while, he felt a twinge of helplessness.

As the massive cloud descended, Shura Haocheng pressed his palm downward.
“Perish beneath my might!”
The heavens seemed to collapse as the dark mass surged toward the Jiang forces.

Yang and Shura Yanran smirked coldly, confident that Jiang HuanYu’s arrogance would be obliterated in moments.

However, Jiang HuanYu remained unfazed.
When Wan Jian Shen stepped forward, ready to intervene, the emperor stopped him with a simple gesture.
“Stand down.”

From his dragon throne, Jiang HuanYu’s calm and composed expression transformed into one of imperial authority. His gaze locked on the descending cloud, brimming with disdain.

“Eternal Radiance.”
“Shatter.”

He raised a single hand, casually sweeping it toward the sky.

From the heavens, a cascade of radiant white light fell like meteor showers. The light pierced through the ominous black cloud instantly, dispersing it as though it were no more than smoke.

The overwhelming darkness dissolved into nothingness, replaced by a dazzling brilliance that bathed the battlefield.

Shura Haocheng froze, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“E-Eternal Radiance?!”
“Impossible!”
“You’re just a boy—how could you reach the Eternal Realm?!”
His voice quivered with fear and confusion. “Not even a thousand years old, yet you’ve surpassed realms that take tens of millennia!”

Even Shura Yanran and Yang were rendered speechless, their confident smirks wiped clean. The realization struck them like a thunderbolt.

This wasn’t an ordinary opponent. This was a true Eternal Realm powerhouse.

The elders and disciples of Ghost King Sect stood frozen in shock. They didn’t fully understand what “Eternal Realm” signified but knew enough:
Jiang HuanYu had obliterated Shura Haocheng’s seemingly invincible attack with ease.

As the battlefield fell silent, Jiang HuanYu’s forehead gleamed with a faint star-shaped mark—an unmistakable symbol of an Eternal Realm cultivator.

For Shura Haocheng, the sight was nothing short of despair.
“Eternal Realm… this backwater region… How could such a peerless genius emerge here?!”
His thoughts raced as the magnitude of Jiang HuanYu’s strength sank in.

Even among the Shura Clan, such a prodigy would be considered once in a millennia—perhaps rarer. And now, here he stood, on a battlefield in the middle of nowhere, opposing them.

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze swept across the trembling figures before him. His voice was calm but carried an unshakable authority:
“You thought to challenge me? A mistake.”

With a faint smile, he added:
“It’s not too late. Kneel, and I might consider sparing your lives.”

For the first time, Shura Yanran, Shura Haocheng, and Yang felt a chilling sense of helplessness. The emperor had turned the tables entirely—his Eternal might casting an inescapable shadow over their fate.

Chapter 159 : Jiang HuanYu, a Guest Turned Host

Amidst the tense atmosphere, Jiang HuanYu’s calm voice cut through the air:
“You’re mistaken. I’m not under a thousand years old.”
“In fact, I’ve yet to reach a hundred. What need is there to talk about millennia?”

His words were spoken so lightly, yet they landed like a thunderbolt on the Shura clan members.

“Not even a hundred?!”
The shock on their faces deepened.

An Eternal Realm cultivator under a century old! Such an existence was unheard of not only in Heavenly Realm but even in the vast Demonic Realm. This was a feat never recorded in history, a genius beyond the scope of understanding.

“If this boy doesn’t fall prematurely, he’ll undoubtedly become an Emperor!”

Even the mighty Shura Haocheng was stunned into silence. The realization dawned on him: Jiang HuanYu wasn’t just an anomaly—he was a calamity waiting to reshape the world.

The Shura clan found themselves in an impossible situation.

Yang and Shura Yanran didn’t even consider standing against Jiang HuanYu. They knew that even Wan Jian Shen alone was more than enough to crush them.

As for Shura Haocheng, a mere Eighth Level Godbreaking Realm cultivator, he was helpless in front of Jiang HuanYu’s Eternal might.

Worse still, the barrier array that Haocheng himself had set up now locked them in with the predator they sought to snare.

“Curse my arrogance!” Haocheng cursed internally. “I’ve crafted my own prison.”

More than his own life, it was the safety of Shura Yanran, the Shura Empire’s precious princess, that weighed on him. If anything were to happen to her, not even death could absolve him of his failure.

Facing the mounting pressure, Shura Haocheng finally lowered his pride. His aged voice trembled slightly as he spoke:
“Your Majesty, Emperor HuanYu.”
“Could we perhaps negotiate?”
“As long as you spare the Princess, I, Shura Haocheng, am willing to serve under your banner, even unto death!”

Yang, seeing Haocheng’s desperate gesture, followed suit. Dropping to his knees mid-air, he slapped himself harshly across the face twice. Blood and teeth spilled from his mouth as he begged:
“Your Majesty! My earlier insolence was unforgivable.”
“Please, spare the Princess. If her safety requires my life, I give it willingly!”

Their pleas caused a pang in Shura Yanran’s heart. Though she clenched her fists tightly and remained silent, her resolve was evident.

Jiang HuanYu observed the two men. Their fearlessness toward death and their unwavering loyalty to Shura Yanran struck him.
“The Shura Emperor truly knows how to choose his retainers. Such unflinching loyalty commands respect, even from an adversary.”

But his admiration did not soften his stance. Jiang HuanYu’s voice turned cold:
“You two are Shura clan members, in hiding within the Heavenly Realm. Do you understand the consequences if your identities are exposed?”
“Haocheng, even with your Godbreaking cultivation, you’re useless to me in the face of your limitations.”
“As for you,”—his gaze shifted to  Yang—“you’re no more than an ant. I could snuff you out with a single thought.”

“You have no leverage. What you offer is far too insignificant to buy the safety of your Princess.”

The weight of his words crushed any glimmer of hope in Haocheng and Yang .

Jiang HuanYu then shifted his gaze to Shura Yanran. Their eyes locked, a palpable tension forming between them.

He smiled faintly.
“Yanran, Princess of the Shura Empire, do you wish for both yourself and your protectors to walk away unscathed?”

Yanran’s brows furrowed. “What are you implying?”

“Their lives hold no value to me,” he said bluntly. “But you… you possess something that might interest me.”

Her confusion deepened. “Something on me?”

Jiang HuanYu chuckled.
“I mentioned earlier, did I not? Your presence, your beauty, your aura—all exude a charm that captivates even this Emperor.”

“If you become mine, the Shura clan and the Jiang Dynasty will no longer be adversaries but allies. With my protection, none in this realm can threaten you or your people.”

His words left Shura Haocheng and Yang stunned.

Haocheng’s expression shifted from despair to outrage. “Your Highness, think carefully!” he urged.
“You are of the Shura royal lineage! To wed an outsider—this is unheard of! Unacceptable!”

But before he could continue, Shura Yanran interrupted, her voice firm.
“Wait.”

Her gaze swept over Jiang HuanYu, studying him closely.
“Your talent is unparalleled. History has never seen one like you. Even your looks are… passable.”

A faint smile tugged at her lips.
“Fine. I accept.”

“From this moment forward, you are my man, Jiang HuanYu.”

Her words were crisp and decisive, shocking everyone present.

Haocheng and Yang’s protests died in their throats. They could only gape as their Princess agreed to Jiang HuanYu’s audacious proposal without hesitation.

Even Jiang HuanYu was momentarily taken aback.
“Wait… did I just get… countered?”

Her tone, her composure—it was as if he had been the one pursued and chosen. He couldn’t help but feel like the roles had reversed.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go!

“Wasn’t I the hunter? Since when did I become the hunted?” he thought, bemused.

Her words carried a peculiar weight, making it feel as if she had laid claim to him instead of the other way around.

But Jiang HuanYu quickly composed himself. Whether he was the hunter or the hunted mattered little. What mattered was that she had agreed.

Haocheng made a last-ditch effort:
“Princess, please reconsider! A royal of the Shura clan marrying an outsider—it’s unprecedented!”

But Yanran dismissed him with a glance.
“Haocheng, I’ve made my decision.”

Her eyes locked onto Jiang HuanYu once more, a hint of playfulness dancing within them.
“From this day on, I’ll judge whether you’re worthy of being my Emperor.”

Jiang HuanYu smirked.
“Well then, Princess. You’ll soon learn that this Emperor exceeds all expectations.”

Thus, an unlikely alliance was formed—one that would alter the course of both the Heavenly Realm and the Demonic Realm forever.

Chapter 160: Taking Down Shura Yanran!!

As Shura Haocheng tried to protest, Shura Yanran firmly interrupted him:
“Enough. My decision is final. No need for further discussion.”

Seeing her resolve, Haocheng and Yang fell silent, unable to argue any further.

Though Yanran understood their concerns—after all, the royal lineage of the Shura clan had always prioritized maintaining purity within the clan—her decision was born out of pragmatism and vision.

A man like Jiang HuanYu, not yet a century old yet already an Eternal Realm powerhouse, was a rare phenomenon that transcended logic. Even among the Shura and Demonic Realms, such a prodigy was unheard of.

“To marry such a man is not a disgrace—it’s a privilege,” she thought.

If she had to present her reasoning to her father, Shura Emperor, Yanran knew that Jiang HuanYu’s unparalleled talent would serve as justification enough.

Jiang HuanYu wasn’t interested in further deliberations. He reached out, his fingers curling slightly, and with a gentle wave of power, he pulled Yanran toward him.

Her elegant figure fell effortlessly into his arms, his hand wrapping around her soft, slender waist.

He leaned closer, inhaling her natural fragrance. Her skin carried a subtle floral scent, a mix of lavender-like softness and light cosmetics.

“Perfectly balanced,” Jiang HuanYu thought, his gaze shifting downward.

Her curves were just the right size—not too exaggerated but still accentuating her near-perfect proportions. Compared to the likes of Xiao Qingli or Murong Xue, Shura Yanran’s strength lay in her impossibly long, flawless legs.

Her beauty was unparalleled, and her demeanor—bold yet composed—added to her charm.

To his surprise, Yanran didn’t resist his advances. Her calm acceptance, coupled with her playful flick of the tongue, only fueled the flames within Jiang HuanYu.

However, Jiang HuanYu knew this wasn’t the time or place.

“Enough,” he said, his gaze shifting toward the battlefield.

Turning to Feipeng and Chonglou, he commanded:
“Handle the cleanup. Leave no survivors in Ghost King Sect.”

Then, looking at Shura Haocheng and Yang, he added:
“You two, follow my men. Your safety depends on it.”

The two Shura guards exchanged hesitant glances but ultimately complied. They knew there was no other choice.

Jiang HuanYu continued, turning back to the battlefield:
“Destroy everything. No one walks away from this.”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Feipeng and Chonglou replied in unison, their unwavering loyalty evident.

The moment the command was issued, the Ghost King Sect erupted into chaos.

The Ghost King, Zhang Ying, rushed forward, his face pale with desperation.
“Wait! Your Majesty! There’s been a misunderstanding!”
“The Ghost King Sect has already been submitted to Lady Yanran! We’re allies! Please spare us!”

Jiang HuanYu didn’t even bother to look at him. Instead, his eyes met Yanran’s, and he asked with a subtle smile:
“Are they yours, Yanran?”

Yanran felt the slight squeeze on her waist, a reminder of the power he held over her now. Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she knew better than to side with the Ghost King Sect.

“No,” she replied, her tone icy.
“The Ghost King Sect has nothing to do with me. If His Majesty wishes to destroy them, so be it.”

“Did you hear that?” Jiang HuanYu said calmly, turning to Feipeng.
“Proceed.”

As Jiang HuanYu and his forces began to withdraw, Feipeng and Chonglou took over the operation.

Zhang Ying made one last desperate plea, his voice cracking:
“Lady Yanran! Your Majesty! Please! We surrender! Mercy!”

But mercy was not on the menu.

Feipeng, now a Second Level Heavenly Fate Realm cultivator, drew his blade. With a single slash, his sword energy obliterated Zhang Ying on the spot.

“The Ghost King is no more!”

The disciples and elders of the Ghost King Sect stared in horror as their leader was reduced to ashes. But before they could even process the scene, Chonglou joined in.

Together, the two warriors unleashed their overwhelming power.

Within moments, the Ghost King Sect was no more—a once-feared sect reduced to nothing but dust in history.

With the Ghost King Sect destroyed, Jiang HuanYu’s forces completed their mission in the Inner Seas.

The Blood King Sect, the Evil King Sect, and now the Ghost King Sect—all three were wiped out. The power dynamics of the Inner Seas would inevitably shift, but one thing remained constant: Heavenly Yan Dynasty’s unrivaled dominance.

The destruction of the Ghost King Sect didn’t go unnoticed. Spectators gathered from afar, their murmurs filling the air:

“What happened? Where are the bodies?!”
“I didn’t even see much fighting—how could an entire sect disappear like that?”
“Hey, did you see the woman in His Majesty’s arms? She was breathtaking!”
“Ugh, with Murong Xue, Xiao Qingli, and now this mysterious beauty, the Emperor truly lives a blessed life.”
“Blessed? I’d trade my life for a single night with such a woman!”

Another chimed in:
“Forget it! Whoever she is, she’s probably already in His Majesty’s bed by now.”
“Sigh. Such is fate. Some are born to rule while others…”

The conversations devolved into wistful sighs and envy as Jiang HuanYu’s forces left the area.