Chapter 261: Heading for Disaster Again

Nine-Tailed Divine Mountain

The leadership of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan had gathered in the grand hall. News of the impending execution of the Ziwei Divine Sect had reached their ears, as had the shocking revelation that the Jiang Dynasty was responsible for annihilating the Golden Elephant Clan and Heavenly Island.

The announcement left countless factions in disbelief.

A once-obscure force from the sea, the Jiang Dynasty had somehow mustered the strength to obliterate two of Zhongshengzhou’s strongest powers. Yet, the dynasty’s exact location in Zhongshengzhou remained a mystery, compounding the intrigue.

Inside the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan’s hall sat:

“Who would have thought the Jiang Dynasty would dare challenge the Celestial Palace itself? Now the Celestial Palace has declared its intent to hunt them across Zhongshengzhou. Truly, they’ve brought this on themselves,” Su Tianmo said, a smug smile spreading across his face.

He relished the thought of the Jiang Dynasty’s downfall, still nursing grudges over past humiliations—particularly Xiao Qingli’s scorn and the destruction of their ancestral tombs.

Su Wushan and Su Linfeng, however, sat silently, their brows furrowed. Neither seemed eager to join the fray.

Unlike Su Tianmo, they understood the risks. The Jiang Dynasty had already proven its unpredictability. Their clan’s previous missteps—failing to recognize Su Baijie’s worth and severing ties with her—had cost them dearly.

“Clan Leader, Patriarch,” Su Tianmo began again. “Now that the Celestial Palace has taken a stance, other factions are bound to follow. We should do the same and ally with the Celestial Palace to hunt the Jiang Dynasty.

“Even if their Empress is a quasi-emperor, she’s no threat with the Celestial Palace leading the charge!”

Su Linfeng’s Response

Su Linfeng glanced coldly at Su Tianmo. “Great Elder, have you forgotten? The Jiang Dynasty’s Empress spared us last time out of respect for Su Baijie.

“If not for her mercy, do you think you’d still be standing here?

“Instead of appreciating that chance, you now propose joining forces with the Celestial Palace to betray them. Your actions are disgraceful.”

Su Tianmo stiffened, his smile vanishing. “Clan Leader, everything I do is for the good of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan!

“Are we supposed to forget the humiliation of having our ancestral tombs desecrated? Are we to swallow this insult without retaliation?”

“Exactly!” Su Lu chimed in. “The Great Elder is right. We can’t let this humiliation go unanswered!”

Su Linfeng sighed, shaking his head. Both elders seemed blinded by their vendettas, unwilling to grasp the larger picture.

The Patriarch’s Decision

Finally, Su Wushan, the clan’s patriarch, spoke. His voice was calm yet firm. “We will do nothing for now.”

“Patriarch!” Su Tianmo exclaimed. “This is a rare opportunity! With the Celestial Palace leading the charge, the Jiang Dynasty is doomed.

“How can we miss this chance to regain our honor?”

Su Wushan’s eyes narrowed. “You see the Jiang Dynasty’s defeat as inevitable, but I disagree. The situation is far from resolved.

“Both the Jiang Dynasty and the Celestial Palace are towering forces. For us, choosing sides now would be a gamble we cannot afford.

“I am old, my time limited. I will not see the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan fall into ruin under my watch.”

With that, Su Wushan stood and left the hall, leaving no room for further argument.

Rebellion Brews

As the others departed, Su Tianmo and Su Lu lingered, frustration etched on their faces.

“What now?” Su Lu asked. “The Patriarch has tied our hands. We can’t make a move.”

Su Tianmo sneered. “The Patriarch is too old. His fear has dulled his judgment.

“If we leave the clan’s future in his and Su Linfeng’s hands, it’s only a matter of time before we fall into decline.”

“What’s your plan, Great Elder?”

Su Tianmo’s eyes gleamed coldly. “If they won’t act, then we will.

“We’ll approach the Celestial Palace ourselves. With their backing, we can take control of the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan and restore its glory.”

Su Lu hesitated, then nodded. “Very well. Let’s go.”

The two elders left the Nine-Tailed Fox Clan under the guise of other duties and made their way toward the Celestial Palace.

Ancient White Tiger Clan

Elsewhere, in the deep halls of the Ancient White Tiger Clan, a similarly tense discussion was underway.

Sitting in the central seat of the grand hall was Clan Leader Bai Tianfeng, flanked by two elders: Bai Zinian and Bai Xinnian, both of whom had recently returned from their expedition to the seas.

Also present were:

Several other Divine Realm-level elders sat in attendance, representing the core leadership of the Ancient White Tiger Clan.

Tensions ran high as they discussed the same news: the Celestial Palace’s declaration against the Jiang Dynasty and the unfolding events in Zhongshengzhou.

The question before them was clear: should they remain neutral or take a side?

Chapter 262: A New Cycle Begins!

The Ancient White Tiger Clan

In the grand hall of the Ancient White Tiger Clan, tension hung heavy as the leadership deliberated.

Clan Leader Bai Tianfeng addressed the gathering, his gaze sharp. “You’ve all heard the Great Elder’s report.

“I’ve also received news that both the Bright God Sect and the Ancient Roc Clan are sending emissaries to the Ziwei Divine Sect. What are your thoughts on this?”

As the first to respond, Bai Xinnian, a Supreme Elder, leaned forward and spoke. “It’s to be expected.

“The claim that the Ziwei Divine Sect colluded with the Demon Realm is nothing more than a pretext for the Celestial Palace to act. The real question lies in the stance of the power behind them—the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan.

“The Bright God Sect and the Ancient Roc Clan see this clearly. Their move is less about the Ziwei Divine Sect and more about potentially gaining favor or insight into Xuanyuan Imperial Clan’s motives.”

Speculation and Strategy

Bai Qingyun, the Great Elder, nodded but added cautiously, “That’s true. However, I feel there’s more to this situation.

“Consider the timing: the destruction of the Golden Elephant Clan and Heavenly Island by the Jiang Dynasty, the Ziwei Divine Sect’s sudden entrapment, and the announcement of their execution in seven days.

“Why delay the execution? Wouldn’t it be simpler to eliminate them immediately?

“If we connect these events, might this be an attempt to draw something—or someone—out of hiding?”

“Draw out the Jiang Dynasty?” one of the senior elders asked skeptically. “But what connection does the Jiang Dynasty have with the Ziwei Divine Sect? The Celestial Palace has surrounded the sect, leaving no room for rescue. What reason would the Jiang Dynasty have to intervene?”

The Great Elder shrugged. “It’s only a theory. There’s no concrete evidence to support it yet. Still, the timing is too coincidental to ignore.”

“Regardless of speculation,” Bai Tianfeng interjected, “if the Bright God Sect and the Ancient Roc Clan are sending representatives, we cannot afford to abstain.

“Silence on our part might provoke the Celestial Palace or give others a chance to undermine us.”

After a moment of thought, Bai Tianfeng continued, “Great Elder Bai Qingyun, take Elder Bai Ziyan and attend the proceedings. Make our position clear and ensure we’re not overlooked.”

“Understood, Clan Leader,” Bai Qingyun and Bai Ziyan replied in unison.

“Father,” a clear voice called from the side.

All eyes turned to Bai Lingxi, the Clan Leader’s daughter and a prodigious talent known as the “White Tiger Goddess.”

“Let me join them,” she said confidently. “I want to see this grand occasion for myself.”

Bai Tianfeng frowned. “Lingxi, this is no mere spectacle. It’s a volatile situation that could erupt into chaos at any moment. If something happens to you…”

“Father,” Bai Lingxi interrupted, her tone firm. “I’m no longer a child. It’s time I faced the larger world.

“Besides, I’ve heard Chen Yaowen will be there. If he can attend, why shouldn’t I? I’ll have the Great Elder and Supreme Elder to protect me, so there’s no danger.”

Her mention of Chen Yaowen—the Celestial Palace’s Young Master and a prominent leader of Zhongshengzhou’s younger generation—sparked murmurs among the elders.

Seeing her resolve, Bai Qingyun smiled. “Clan Leader, allow her to come. With the Supreme Elder and myself overseeing, nothing will happen to her.”

The other elders quickly voiced their agreement, emphasizing that Bai Lingxi’s presence would be an opportunity to gain valuable experience.

Reluctantly, Bai Tianfeng conceded. “Very well, Lingxi. You may go. But stay close to the Great Elder and Supreme Elder at all times.”

“Understood, Father,” Bai Lingxi replied with a confident smile.

Shifting Power in Zhongshengzhou

As the execution date for the Ziwei Divine Sect approached, strange occurrences began unfolding in Zhongshengzhou.

Several sects, clans, and city-states near the Abyssal Forbidden Zone fell under mysterious control.

Some rulers were quietly replaced, while others became unwitting puppets, manipulated by agents of the Jiang Dynasty.

These subtle power shifts allowed Jiang HuanYu to extend his influence further, and his Reputation Value in the system surged steadily.

Jiang HuanYu’s Next Step

While his influence expanded, Jiang HuanYu himself entered the Six Paths of Reincarnation, a mystical realm where he often “fished” for souls.

Sitting cross-legged amidst the ethereal cycles of life and death, Jiang HuanYu prepared for his next move. His eyes gleamed with purpose.

“Let’s see what fate brings me this time,” he murmured.

Chapter 263-009: The Souls of Ziwei’s Two Leaders!

Jiang HuanYu stood in the vast expanse of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, holding a rod that resembled a fishing pole. The line at the rod’s tip extended into the starry river, sensing and searching among the countless drifting souls for his targets.

While he had the ability to catch Emperor-level souls, reviving such entities required immense resources. His Jiang Dynasty, despite its growing power, couldn’t yet sustain the cost. For now, finding and resurrecting two specific souls was his priority: Meng Bingyun, the Sect Leader of Ziwei Divine Sect, and Kong Zhiying, its Second Elder.

As Jiang HuanYu’s divine sense swept through the boundless ocean of souls, he finally located the faint imprints of Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying.

“Ah, there you are!” he murmured.

These two souls, having been killed unjustly, were trapped within the soul sea, unable to reincarnate. With a decisive gesture, Jiang HuanYu’s Six Paths Reincarnation Power materialized into threads of radiant energy, which dived into the soul sea like crashing waves.

The threads stirred up ripples as they plunged deeper, eventually locking onto the faint glimmers of Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying’s souls. With a surge of power, Jiang HuanYu drew the two remnants out of the ocean, pulling them before him.

The Encounter

Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying’s fragmented souls hovered in front of Jiang HuanYu. Their ethereal forms carried a mix of shock and awe, unable to comprehend how someone had retrieved them from the soul sea.

“Who… are you?” Meng Bingyun asked warily, her tone firm despite her disembodied state. “Why have you awakened our remnants? What do you want?”

Her caution was understandable. The man before her radiated a profound aura, tinged with faint imperial might. It was clear he wielded immense power.

Jiang HuanYu met her gaze with calm authority. “I am Jiang HuanYu, Emperor of the Jiang Dynasty.”

“The Emperor of Jiang?” Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying exchanged startled glances.

“Yes,” Jiang HuanYu confirmed. “I have the means to enter this realm and retrieve your souls. I came at the behest of your Grand Elder, Yinlan.”

Meng Bingyun’s expression tightened. “Why would you go to such lengths? And how could someone from Jiang achieve such a feat?”

Jiang HuanYu’s tone grew serious. “Your Ziwei Divine Sect has been falsely accused of colluding with the Demon Realm. The Celestial Palace and, more importantly, the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan have targeted your sect, sentencing it to destruction.

“In five days, the remaining leaders of your sect will be executed publicly on Ziwei Divine Mountain.”

Hearing this, Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying’s souls flared with indignation.

“Colluding with the Demon Realm?!” Meng Bingyun seethed. “The Celestial Palace and Xuanyuan Clan are shameless! Their lies are despicable!”

Kong Zhiying nodded grimly, her ethereal form trembling with rage. “They seek to destroy us for their own gains, masking their ambition with hollow accusations!”

Jiang HuanYu let them vent before continuing. “I won’t deny that some of this stems from actions linked to my Jiang Dynasty. While I’m no saint, I won’t shirk responsibility for what’s happened.

“Now, tell me: what transpired in your final moments? Spare no details.”

Meng Bingyun took a deep breath—or at least, the spiritual equivalent—and recounted everything. She described how the Xuanyuan Clan’s Seventeenth Elder and two quasi-emperors had descended upon the Ziwei Divine Sect, interrogating and ultimately killing them after branding them as traitors.

“Emperor Jiang,” Meng Bingyun said earnestly, her tone softening. “The disciples of the Ziwei Divine Sect are innocent. They are kind-hearted, loyal to their sect, and undeserving of this fabricated disgrace.

“We two are dead, and our spirits are powerless to aid them. But if you and your Jiang Dynasty could intervene, we would be eternally grateful—even in death.”

Kong Zhiying bowed deeply, echoing Meng Bingyun’s sentiment. “Though we are but fragments, we beg you to save them. They don’t deserve to bear such unjust accusations.”

Jiang HuanYu smiled faintly. “Don’t be so quick to despair, Sect Leader Meng.”

“You asked for my aid, but what if I told you I could do more than just save your sect? What if I could restore you both to life?”

Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying froze, their ethereal forms flickering as if unable to process his words.

“Restore us to life?” Meng Bingyun whispered, incredulous. “You… you can defy death itself?”

“Precisely,” Jiang HuanYu said. “Your souls are intact, and I possess the means to return you to the living world.

“Once I pull your remnants fully from this realm and help you reconstruct your physical forms, you will live again—not as mere shadows of your former selves, but fully revived.”

His declaration hit them like a thunderclap.

Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying stared at Jiang HuanYu, their fragmented souls trembling.

“You… you can truly do this?” Meng Bingyun asked, her voice quivering with equal parts hope and disbelief.

Jiang HuanYu nodded. “I can. But it will take effort and resources. I don’t make promises lightly. Once I set this in motion, you will return to the mortal world, alive and whole.”

For a moment, neither soul spoke. Then, in unison, they bowed deeply, their voices filled with gratitude.

“If you can truly grant us this miracle, Emperor Jiang, we will forever be in your debt.”

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze turned steely. “Save your gratitude. I have a plan to save the Ziwei Divine Sect and put the Xuanyuan Clan and Celestial Palace in their place. Your revival is only one step in this war.

“Brace yourselves. Things are about to change.”

Chapter 264: The Soul of an Emperor Sovereign!

The prospect of resurrection, something Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying had only heard of in myths, was now a reality, as Jiang HuanYu calmly declared it possible.

“Y-Your Majesty… are you serious?” Meng Bingyun asked, her tone a mixture of disbelief and cautious hope. “You can bring us back? Truly revive us?”

Jiang HuanYu smiled faintly. “I do not jest. What I have said, I can achieve.”

His confident assertion filled the two women with awe, yet his sudden pause caused a ripple of tension.

“But…” Jiang HuanYu trailed off.

Meng Bingyun leaned forward anxiously. “What is it, Your Majesty? What’s the condition?”

Jiang HuanYu’s tone remained steady. “I can retrieve your souls and help you reconstruct your bodies. I can also intervene to save the leaders of Ziwei Divine Sect from execution and protect your sect from destruction.

“But, Meng Sect Master, I must ask: if I do all this, what will your sect’s future relationship with my Jiang Dynasty be? What do I stand to gain?”

The Implicit Bargain

Meng Bingyun immediately understood the underlying implication. Jiang HuanYu was asking for assurance, a promise of loyalty in exchange for his intervention.

She knew he had every right to ask. While the misfortune of the Ziwei Divine Sect was partially due to its association with the Jiang Dynasty, the harsh truth of the world was one of survival of the fittest. Without strength, the sect could not escape calamity.

Jiang HuanYu, as a pragmatic emperor, wasn’t going to risk resources without securing an advantage for his dynasty.

Meng Bingyun glanced at Kong Zhiying before responding decisively.

“Your Majesty,” she said with a solemn expression, “if you bring us back to life and save my sect, I swear by the heavens that the Ziwei Divine Sect will become a vassal of the Jiang Dynasty. If I break this oath, may the heavens strike me down!”

Kong Zhiying followed suit. “I, too, vow loyalty. If Your Majesty saves my sect and restores us, I will serve the Jiang Dynasty without reservation!”

Jiang HuanYu’s face lit up with a satisfied smile.

“Excellent. I appreciate dealing with those who understand the value of clarity and loyalty. Let’s waste no more time.”

A Sudden Opportunity

As Jiang HuanYu prepared to extract their souls from the reincarnation realm, his fishing rod—which had been silently extended into the soul sea—suddenly vibrated.

“Hmm?”

His gaze sharpened as he sensed movement deep within the soul ocean. Somewhere far below, a faint but distinct pulse of energy stirred.

“Finally, a bite!” Jiang HuanYu exclaimed, momentarily forgetting Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying.

With a swift motion, he cast out his rod, channeling Six Paths Reincarnation Power into it. The energy wove itself into dragon-like strands, plunging into the depths of the soul sea.

After a brief moment, a shadow emerged from the depths, rising rapidly until it broke the surface.

Whoosh!

The figure was that of a middle-aged man, his long, disheveled hair framing a strikingly handsome face. His features carried an air of arrogance, but his piercing eyes hinted at untold secrets and a dangerously magnetic presence.

An Unexpected Catch

Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying stared in astonishment.

“Who is he?” Meng Bingyun whispered. “Such an aura…”

Though his appearance was unkempt, the man radiated an unmistakable aura of power.

Jiang HuanYu observed the soul before him, noting its strength.

“A Second Heaven Emperor Sovereign in his prime. Fascinating.”

His calm demeanor turned inquisitive. “What is your name, and where are you from?”

The man raised his head, his eyes locking onto Jiang HuanYu. A flicker of disbelief crossed his face as he took in the young emperor’s presence.

“You…” he murmured. “How is someone so young wielding the power of the Six Paths? Are you… from the Celestial Realm?”

Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying were stunned. This man, who had clearly been a supreme powerhouse in his life, was shocked by Jiang HuanYu’s capabilities.

Jiang HuanYu’s eyes narrowed slightly, but his tone remained calm. “That’s not important. Answer my question: what’s your name, and why are you here?”

The man smirked faintly, his gaze lingering on Jiang HuanYu.

“You’ve piqued my curiosity,” he said, ignoring the question. “Such talent in one so young… Truly remarkable.”

Meng Bingyun interjected, her voice sharp. “You should answer His Majesty’s question. What are you hiding?”

The man chuckled, the sound deep and resonant. “I am Mo Tianfeng, once an Emperor Sovereign of the Second Heaven. My reasons for being here… Well, let’s just say I lost a battle I shouldn’t have fought.”

His cryptic response left Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying even more puzzled.

Mo Tianfeng’s Interest

Mo Tianfeng turned his attention back to Jiang HuanYu.

“I’ve seen many so-called prodigies in my time, but you… you’re different. You command powers that defy the natural order.

“Tell me, what is your goal here? Why seek to disrupt the reincarnation cycle?”

Jiang HuanYu smirked. “You seem to have a lot of questions for someone who’s just been fished out of oblivion. Let’s start with mine: why should I let you leave this realm?”

Mo Tianfeng’s eyes gleamed, a sly grin forming on his lips. “Because I can be useful to you. My strength and knowledge would make me an asset to your empire—or whatever grand plans you have.”

Meng Bingyun frowned, whispering to Kong Zhiying. “Can we trust someone like him?”

Kong Zhiying shook her head slightly. “He’s powerful, but he seems… dangerous.”

Jiang HuanYu, however, seemed unfazed.

“Interesting,” he mused. “Let’s see if your words hold true. If you can prove your loyalty, I might consider giving you a second chance at life.”

Mo Tianfeng’s grin widened. “I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone like you.”

A New Ally?

Jiang HuanYu’s fishing expedition had yielded far more than he anticipated. As he prepared to return to the mortal world with Meng Bingyun, Kong Zhiying, and now Mo Tianfeng, the game board of the Heavenly Extreme Realm was about to shift in unpredictable ways.

Chapter 265: The Soul of the Evil Emperor!

Jiang HuanYu’s calm declaration that he hailed from the Heavenly Extreme Realm left the mysterious soul visibly shaken.

“From the Heavenly Extreme Realm?!” the middle-aged man exclaimed, his handsome yet disheveled features twisting in disbelief.

Jiang HuanYu arched a brow at the reaction. “Why the shock? Could it be that you yourself are from the Heavenly Extreme Realm?”

The man’s evident agitation confirmed Jiang HuanYu’s suspicion.

“You truly are from the Heavenly Extreme Realm?” the soul pressed further, his voice betraying urgency. “Tell me, what has become of it?”

Revealing His Identity

Jiang HuanYu didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his sharp gaze bore into the soul.

“I might consider sharing the current state of the Heavenly Extreme Realm,” Jiang HuanYu said, “but first, you must tell me who you are.”

The soul hesitated only briefly before responding with solemn dignity.

“I am Yun Che, though perhaps you’ve heard my title: the Evil Emperor.”

Yun Che. The Evil Emperor.

At the name, Jiang HuanYu’s expression flickered with intrigue, but it was Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying who reacted most strongly.

“Evil Emperor Yun Che?!” Meng Bingyun gasped, her voice trembling.

“Are you truly the Evil Emperor?” Kong Zhiying added, her tone a mixture of awe and disbelief.

The Legend of the Evil Emperor

Yun Che turned to the two women, studying them with curiosity. “You know of me? Are you also from the Heavenly Extreme Realm?”

Meng Bingyun bowed slightly, her fragmented soul trembling with respect. “Yes, Your Eminence. We are from the Heavenly Extreme Realm, disciples of the Ziwei Divine Sect. I am Meng Bingyun, the current sect leader.”

“The Ziwei Divine Sect…” Yun Che murmured, his expression softening as recognition dawned. “Ah, the legacy of Ziwei the Great.”

For Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying, standing before Yun Che was like meeting a living legend—though in this case, it was his fragmented soul. The Evil Emperor was once the pinnacle of power in the Heavenly Extreme Realm, revered as the strongest. His death during the chaos in the Imperial Province had shattered the balance of power, leaving the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan to dominate in his absence.

Catching Up on the Present

Yun Che’s expression darkened as he listened to Meng Bingyun recount the current state of the Heavenly Extreme Realm.

The Xuanyuan Imperial Clan now ruled with an iron grip, monopolizing the Path of Godhood, forcing once-great sects to bow or perish. Even the Celestial Palace acted as their enforcer. Yun Che’s daughter, Yun Zixian, had been hunted relentlessly, her survival hanging by a thread until she found refuge in Jiang HuanYu’s Jiang Dynasty.

“Xuanyuan Imperial Clan…” Yun Che’s voice was a low growl, his residual soul flaring with suppressed anger.

Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying exchanged a glance, their own grief mirrored in Yun Che’s reaction.

Yun Che’s fury burned brightly, but as the weight of his own death and the impotence of his current state hit him, he could only sigh in frustration.

“I see. My death opened the door for their reign of tyranny. And now… my daughter…” Yun Che’s voice trembled, a mix of rage and helplessness.

Jiang HuanYu’s Revelation

Jiang HuanYu, silent until now, suddenly spoke, his tone light yet purposeful.

“Evil Emperor Yun Che… this is quite the twist of fate.”

Yun Che raised his gaze. “What do you mean?”

Jiang HuanYu’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Your daughter, Yun Zixian, is under my protection. She fled to my Jiang Dynasty and now resides safely within my imperial palace.”

“What?” Yun Che’s fragmented soul quivered, his ethereal form flickering with hope. “You’re saying… Zixian is alive and safe?”

Jiang HuanYu nodded. “Indeed. She is well cared for and surrounded by allies. Rest assured, she is beyond the reach of the Xuanyuan Clan and the Celestial Palace.”

Hope Rekindled

For a moment, Yun Che was stunned into silence. Then, his soul flared with a burst of vitality as he looked to Jiang HuanYu.

“Young Emperor,” Yun Che said, his tone formal. “If what you say is true, then I owe you an unpayable debt. You’ve given me hope when I thought all was lost.”

Jiang HuanYu’s smile widened. “Well, fate seems to have a sense of humor. As it happens, I had already promised your daughter that I would find and revive you. And now here you are, practically falling into my lap.”

Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying exchanged another glance, the scope of Jiang HuanYu’s plans dawning on them.

“Revive me?” Yun Che echoed, his tone laced with both skepticism and awe.

Jiang HuanYu nodded. “I possess the power to extract souls from this reincarnation realm and restore them to life. If you trust me, Evil Emperor, I can give you a second chance.”

Yun Che’s Decision

Yun Che’s gaze bore into Jiang HuanYu’s, his soul trembling with the weight of the offer.

“To be given life again…” Yun Che murmured. “To stand against the Xuanyuan Clan once more… and protect my daughter…”

Jiang HuanYu’s confidence was contagious. Yun Che slowly knelt before him, bowing deeply.

“Emperor Jiang HuanYu, if you restore me, my life will be yours to command. I will pledge my power and loyalty to your dynasty.”

Jiang HuanYu’s grin was wolfish. “Good. I’ll hold you to that, Evil Emperor.”

With a wave of his hand, he began channeling the Six Paths Reincarnation Power, enveloping Yun Che’s soul in radiant energy.

As the energy surged, Jiang HuanYu couldn’t help but marvel at his own luck. Not only had he secured the loyalty of Meng Bingyun and Kong Zhiying, but now the legendary Evil Emperor Yun Che would soon join his ranks.

In the vast cosmic game unfolding across the Heavenly Extreme Realm, Jiang HuanYu’s Jiang Dynasty was about to gain a trump card unlike any other.