Chapter 301: The Sword Emperor, Jun Mohai

The Sword Realm

In the vast void outside the Sword Realm, Xiao Qingli, the Nine Nether Empress, tore through space, her graceful figure emerging before the sealed domain.

Before her lay the Sword Realm, its boundaries reinforced by powerful formations cast by the Sword Emperor, Jun Mohai, isolating it completely from the outside world.

From within the sealed borders, a sharp, commanding voice called out:
“Who goes there?!”

“The Sword Realm has long been closed off from the world. We do not entertain visitors. Leave at once!”

The tone was direct, leaving no room for negotiation.

Xiao Qingli remained calm, her voice steady as she replied, “I am the Nine Nether Empress, Xiao Qingli. I am here to seek an audience with the Sword Emperor on a matter of great importance. Open the formation and let me in.”

Hearing her words, the voice inside scoffed.

“The Nine Nether Empress? Preposterous! It’s well known that the Nine Nether Empress perished long ago. Your claim is laughable, and your performance is woeful. Who are you, really? What purpose do you have in impersonating her to infiltrate the Sword Realm?”

The skepticism was expected. Xiao Qingli had anticipated this reaction. After all, her supposed death was witnessed by none other than the Sword Emperor himself.

Remaining composed, she spoke again, “If you do not believe me, summon Jian Wuhun. Let his soul projection come forth. He will recognize me.”

Jian Wuhun, the Sword Emperor’s eldest disciple and a powerful Heavenly Emperor, owed a great debt to Xiao Qingli. During the legendary war between the Heavenly Pole Realm and the Demon Realm, Xiao Qingli had saved him multiple times.

Hearing her confidence, the voice within hesitated briefly before replying, “Wait here. I will inform Jian Wuhun.”

Xiao Qingli waited silently, her expression unchanging as the void remained still.

The Appearance of Jian Wuhun

Before long, the massive formation surrounding the Sword Realm emitted a brilliant light, and a figure emerged from the radiance.

Clad in flowing white robes, the man exuded an aura of sharpness and authority. His piercing eyes, framed by sword-like brows, radiated a pressure unique to a master swordsman. He was the very embodiment of a blade about to be unsheathed.

This was Jian Wuhun, the Sword Emperor’s eldest disciple and the acting overseer of the Sword Realm.

Upon seeing Xiao Qingli, Jian Wuhun frowned.

“Who are you? Impersonating the Nine Nether Empress to gain entry to the Sword Realm—what is your goal?”

Though her appearance was flawless, Jian Wuhun could not believe she was who she claimed to be. After all, the Nine Nether Empress’s death was an undeniable truth.

Xiao Qingli remained unbothered by his doubt. Her voice was calm as she recounted, “Jian Wuhun, during the battle against the Demon Realm on the Northern Star Coast, when you were gravely wounded and on the brink of death, who arrived to slay three Demon Heavenly Emperors and save you?”

“Later, when you fell into the Nine Nether Sea and were hunted by the Ghost Emperor, who rescued you, drove away the Ghost Emperor, and delivered you back to your master?”

She continued to recount events, each one more detailed than the last.

Hearing this, Jian Wuhun froze, his projection momentarily stunned.

These were moments that only the Nine Nether Empress and he could possibly know. Many of the details had never been revealed to anyone—not even to the Sword Emperor.

He stammered, “You… You truly are the Nine Nether Empress?”

“But how? My master witnessed your death with his own eyes. How can you…” His voice trailed off, filled with confusion.

Xiao Qingli explained briefly, “I did die. But I used certain methods to reincarnate and have since regained my memories.”

“I’ve come to the Sword Realm to heal your master’s injuries. I possess the Primordial Spirit Liquid, capable of curing his wounds and restoring his vitality.”

Jian Wuhun’s eyes widened in shock. “The Primordial Spirit Liquid?! You actually have it?!”

After a brief pause, he seemed to accept her identity. With a wave of his hand, he opened a small gap in the grand formation.

“Empress, please enter,” he said, bowing slightly.

Xiao Qingli stepped through the barrier, her figure vanishing into the depths of the Sword Realm.

In a grand hall within the Sword Realm, Xiao Qingli sat calmly while Jian Wuhun’s true body personally greeted her.

As they spoke, Xiao Qingli learned more about the Sword Emperor’s condition. Over the past century, he had been in deep seclusion, using every ounce of his remaining strength to slow the deterioration of his life force. Even Jian Wuhun had not seen him for a long time.

Jian Wuhun explained, “I’ve already notified my master. He should be arriving shortly.”

Xiao Qingli nodded and asked, “How has the Sword Realm fared over these years?”

Jian Wuhun gave a bitter smile. “It’s much the same as before. However, in the past century, the number of quasi-Emperors within the Sword Realm has grown. Unfortunately, the Emperor’s Path has been monopolized by the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan. Without access to the path, no one from the Sword Realm has managed to ascend to the Great Emperor Realm.”

“My master’s injuries have left us with no choice but to isolate ourselves completely, cutting all ties with the outside world.”

Xiao Qingli nodded, understanding the Sword Realm’s plight. Without access to the Emperor’s Path, even the most talented individuals were limited to the quasi-Emperor level.

“Don’t worry about the Emperor’s Path—” Xiao Qingli began, but her words were cut short as the doors to the hall creaked open.

A figure stepped into the hall, his steps slow and deliberate.

His appearance was startling. His skin was withered, his hair stark white, and his face pale and lifeless. He moved like a man on the brink of death, his body frail and devoid of energy.

This was the Sword Emperor, Jun Mohai, once a mighty figure who had single-handedly repelled thirteen Demon Heavenly Emperors. Now, he was but a shadow of his former self, his vitality nearly extinguished.

Xiao Qingli’s gaze softened as she rose to greet him. She had not come merely to reminisce about the past—she had come to restore the Sword Emperor to his former glory and enlist him in the coming battle against the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan.

Chapter 302: The Sword Emperor’s Reflections

The aged figure of Jun Mohai, the Sword Emperor, stepped into the grand hall. His eyes landed on Xiao Qingli, and he spoke before she could.

“When Wuhun told me of this, I thought it was someone pretending to be you.”

“But to see you alive… Truly, this is a blessing amidst my final days.”

Jun Mohai’s gaze softened. The familiar face and aura of Xiao Qingli left no room for doubt—this was indeed his old friend. Her presence brought a rare warmth to his wearied soul.

Despite his astonishment, he didn’t press her for details about how she had survived. To someone like him, whose days were numbered, such mysteries no longer carried much weight.

Xiao Qingli’s Purpose

“Old friend,” Xiao Qingli began, her tone steady, “as long as I live, you will not die.”

“I came to the Sword Realm to heal your origin wounds.”

Looking at Jun Mohai’s frail and weathered state, Xiao Qingli felt a twinge of sorrow. Once, he had been among the most vibrant of the Five Great Emperors of the Sacred Rivers, a swordsman whose blade shook the five continents.

Now, he was a shadow of his former self. The once-mighty Sword Emperor had been reduced to a fragile old man, his vitality nearly extinguished, his blood and qi weak and faltering.

Jun Mohai shook his head, a bitter smile on his face.

“Heal me?”

“My injuries are of the origin itself. Only the legendary Primordial Spirit Liquid can cure them. But such a thing…”

His voice trailed off, heavy with resignation.

The Primordial Spirit Liquid was a mythical substance, spoken of only in legends. Throughout the history of the Heavenly Pole Realm, it had appeared only once, saving a Heavenly Emperor who had suffered origin wounds. Beyond that, it was a phantom—no one had ever seen or possessed it.

“Your intentions are kind, but life and death follow their own course. Do not trouble yourself.”

A Legend Made Real

Xiao Qingli’s voice was calm, but her conviction was unshakable.

“I know only the Primordial Spirit Liquid can save you.”

“And this,” she said, producing a small, transparent bottle containing the radiant liquid, “is it.”

Jun Mohai’s eyes widened as he gazed at the bottle in her hand.

“This… This is the Primordial Spirit Liquid?!”

“Without a doubt.”

Xiao Qingli continued, her tone firm, “Refine it, and your life force will fully recover. Your strength will return to its peak. Together, we will destroy the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan and avenge the past!”

Hope Renewed

Jun Mohai’s hands trembled as he received the bottle, his emotions surging.

The Primordial Spirit Liquid—a miraculous substance he had once dismissed as a mere legend—was now in his grasp. His despair and resignation were replaced by a glimmer of hope he hadn’t felt in decades.

His disciple, Jian Wuhun, stood by, equally elated.

“Master, with this gift from the Empress, your injuries can be healed! You’ll regain your peak strength as a Heavenly Emperor, and our Sword Realm’s centuries of suffering will finally come to an end!”

Jun Mohai steadied himself, looking at Xiao Qingli with deep gratitude.

“Thank you, my friend. This Primordial Spirit Liquid is not just a lifesaving gift for me but a salvation for the entire Sword Realm. You have given us more than I can ever repay.”

Xiao Qingli smiled faintly. “You’ve already called me a friend. Between friends, there’s no need for thanks.”

“But,” she added, “this liquid isn’t from me.”

The Mystery of the Gift

“Not from you?” Jun Mohai asked, puzzled. “Then who gave it to you?”

Jian Wuhun, standing nearby, was equally curious. The Primordial Spirit Liquid was such a rare treasure that its giver must be extraordinary.

The Sword Realm had been isolated for over a century, and they knew little about the current state of the world.

Xiao Qingli’s Explanation

Xiao Qingli began to explain, recounting the events of Xuanzhou and the rise of the Jiang Empire under Emperor Jiang HuanYu.

She spoke of the empire’s overwhelming strength, its swift unification of Xuanzhou, and its ambitions to overthrow the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan.

She revealed that Jiang HuanYu, the Emperor of the Jiang Empire, had entrusted her with the Primordial Spirit Liquid to heal Jun Mohai, intending to enlist his strength in the coming battle.

For the Sword Emperor and his disciple, the revelations were staggering.

Shocking Revelations

Jun Mohai and Jian Wuhun listened in stunned silence.

Not only had Xiao Qingli survived, but other legendary figures—Murong Xue, the Ice Empress, Bai Mengmeng, the White Tiger Empress, and Yun Che, the Evil Emperor—had also resurfaced.

Even more shocking, they now served Jiang HuanYu, the enigmatic ruler of the Jiang Empire, who had built a force strong enough to rival the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan.

“Unbelievable…” Jun Mohai murmured, his voice heavy with awe.

Jiang HuanYu’s Ambitions

“Your Majesty,” Jian Wuhun asked curiously, “what is your role within the Jiang Empire?”

Xiao Qingli replied calmly, “I am the Empress of the Jiang Empire and the mother of Jiang HuanYu’s son, Jiang Jiuyou.”

Her expression softened as she added, “Not long ago, I received news that my son defeated Xuanyuan Fen’s son, Xuanyuan Jiuyou, in a duel, utterly humiliating him. He now resides as a prisoner within our empire.”

At the mention of her son, a rare smile graced Xiao Qingli’s face. Her pride in Jiang Jiuyou was unmistakable.

Jun Mohai and Jian Wuhun were struck speechless.

The once-distant, unattainable Ice Empress, whom even Xuanyuan Fen could only dream of, had become Jiang HuanYu’s consort.

She had borne his child, and that child had already demonstrated extraordinary prowess by defeating Xuanyuan Jiuyou.

The sheer weight of this information left the two swordsmen reeling.

As he processed everything, Jun Mohai’s sharp mind pieced together the larger picture.

The Primordial Spirit Liquid was a priceless treasure, yet Jiang HuanYu had given it without hesitation. It was clear he expected something in return.

Xiao Qingli’s explanation confirmed it: the Jiang Empire aimed to replace the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan as the rulers of the Heavenly Pole Realm.

But unlike the Xuanyuan Clan, which had monopolized the Emperor’s Path and alienated the realm’s people, Jiang HuanYu sought to consolidate power while maintaining public support.

Jun Mohai understood the magnitude of Jiang HuanYu’s ambition.

Unlike Xuanyuan Fen, Jiang HuanYu possessed the strength, resources, and strategy to turn his ambitions into reality.

Jun Mohai sighed deeply.

“Perhaps the Heavenly Pole Realm is on the cusp of a new era,” he said softly.

He couldn’t help but feel that Jiang HuanYu’s rise might not stop at the Heavenly Pole Realm—his ambitions might reach even the Immortal Realm.

Chapter 303: Xuanyuan Baizhan Arrives in Xuanzhou

“Old friend, rest assured,” Jun Mohai said, holding the Primordial Spirit Liquid tightly.

“The Sword Realm will naturally stand with the Jiang Empire. Once I recover, I will accompany you to Xuanzhou and meet this Emperor of yours.”

Xiao Qingli nodded, her mind at ease.

Jun Mohai immediately returned to his secluded chamber to refine the Primordial Spirit Liquid, while Xiao Qingli, under Jian Wuhun’s arrangements, temporarily took up residence in the Sword Realm.

Meanwhile, in the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan’s sacred grounds within Dizhou, a sudden explosion erupted from a secluded chamber. The deafening sound reverberated across the skies, startling the disciples and elders alike.

“It came from the forbidden grounds!”

“Isn’t that where the Patriarch is in seclusion?”

“What happened? Why such an intense commotion?”

The clan members exchanged worried glances, speculating about the source of the disturbance.

A deep, commanding voice rolled across the heavens, calming the unrest:

“It’s nothing to be concerned about. The disturbance is merely the result of the Patriarch leaving seclusion. Return to your duties.”

The speaker was Xuanyuan Su, the second-in-command of the Xuanyuan Clan. Reassured by his words, the clan members resumed their activities, though curiosity lingered in their minds.

At the site of the explosion, the chamber had been reduced to rubble. Among the ruins stood a middle-aged man who bore an uncanny resemblance to Xuanyuan Su, though his demeanor was markedly different.

This was Xuanyuan Fen, the Patriarch of the Xuanyuan Clan.

Though he appeared mild-mannered and composed, it was a façade that concealed his cunning and ruthlessness. As the mastermind behind the upheaval in Dizhou, his mind was a labyrinth of schemes far beyond Xuanyuan Su’s comprehension.

Xuanyuan Su, accompanied by the clan’s Grand Elder Xuanyuan Wanye and Second Elder Xuanyuan Qianjue, arrived at the scene.

“Patriarch!” Xuanyuan Su called out. “What happened here? Did something go wrong with the fusion of the celestial soul?”

“No,” Xuanyuan Fen replied calmly. “The celestial soul has been fully integrated. The commotion was merely the residual energy released during the fusion process.”

He gestured at the ruined chamber. “Have someone clean up this mess.”

Relieved, Xuanyuan Su smiled. “Congratulations, Patriarch! With the celestial soul fully fused, your strength has surely increased. We no longer need to fear the Demon Realm’s incursions!”

Xuanyuan Fen nodded faintly but soon asked, “What has happened in the Heavenly Pole Realm during my seclusion?”

Xuanyuan Su’s expression darkened slightly. “Patriarch, there have indeed been significant developments.”

“Firstly, Emperor Tian Gui feigned allegiance to us but absconded with the Cloud Emperor Sword and an Emperor Sovereign Talisman. While the Tian Gui Sect has been eradicated, we are still pursuing Emperor Tian Gui himself.”

“And Xuanzhou?” Xuanyuan Fen inquired, his tone colder.

Xuanyuan Su hesitated briefly before responding, “Patriarch, Xuanzhou has seen the rise of a new power: the Jiang Empire. In a remarkably short time, they have unified Xuanzhou and established their base within the Abyssal Forbidden Zone.”

Xuanyuan Fen’s expression darkened further. “The Abyssal Forbidden Zone? Interesting. What else?”

Xuanyuan Su continued, “This Jiang Empire harbors individuals previously thought dead—Xiao Qingli, Murong Xue, Bai Mengmeng, and even Yun Che have all resurfaced and pledged allegiance to their Emperor, Jiang HuanYu. Additionally, Xiao Qingli now serves as the Empress of the Jiang Empire and has borne him a son, Jiang Jiuyou, the Crown Prince.”

Hearing this, Xuanyuan Fen’s expression shifted from shock to anger.

“Xiao Qingli… she lives?” His breathing quickened, his voice tinged with disbelief and rage.

“Yes, Patriarch,” Xuanyuan Su confirmed. “Not only does she live, but she has become Jiang HuanYu’s consort and given birth to his child.”

Xuanyuan Fen’s eyes glinted with a terrifying light, his voice seething with malice.

“She became Jiang HuanYu’s woman? And bore him a son?”

“Yes, Patriarch. This information is absolutely accurate,” Xuanyuan Su assured.

A chilling aura emanated from Xuanyuan Fen, causing even the Grand Elder and Second Elder to shudder.

“How long have the Three Elders been on their way to Xuanzhou?” Xuanyuan Fen demanded.

“They should be nearing Xuanzhou as we speak,” Xuanyuan Su replied.

“Contact them immediately. Activate the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye—I want to see Xiao Qingli with my own eyes!” Xuanyuan Fen ordered.

“Understood!” Xuanyuan Su complied without hesitation.

Arrival in Xuanzhou

At the border between Xuanzhou and Zhongshengzhou, four figures emerged from a tear in space. Their imposing auras marked them as Heavenly Emperors.

The group consisted of:

Having crossed the boundary into Xuanzhou, Xuanyuan Baizhan surveyed the landscape.

“We’ve finally arrived,” he said.

One of his companions spoke, “Third Elder, shall we proceed directly to the Abyssal Forbidden Zone and strike at the heart of the Jiang Empire?”

Xuanyuan Baizhan narrowed his eyes, his tone measured.

“Patience. The Jiang Empire has grown too quickly, and their forces are unknown. Rushing in recklessly would be foolish.”

“We’ll first gather intelligence, evaluate their strength, and only then decide our next move. The Xuanyuan Clan has waited for centuries. A few more days won’t matter.”

The other Heavenly Emperors nodded, their expressions resolute.

The Xuanyuan Clan had sent their elite—failure was not an option.

And so, the battle for Xuanzhou loomed on the horizon, a storm that would determine the fate of the Heavenly Pole Realm.

Chapter 304: The Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye

As the four Xuanyuan Imperial Clan emissaries stood on the borders of Xuanzhou, Bingchen the Ice Emperor spoke in a calm tone:
“So, what is the next step? Do we charge directly into the Abyssal Forbidden Zone and dismantle the Jiang Empire at its core?”

Bingchen harbored deep enmity toward Murong Xue, the Ice Empress, due to countless past clashes over resources. He was one of the key figures responsible for her apparent death. Now, learning of her survival, he was determined to confirm it for himself—and perhaps settle old scores.

Among the four, Xuanyuan Baizhan, the Third Elder, held the highest cultivation, standing at the Heavenly Emperor Eighth Heaven. Just as he was about to respond, his expression shifted.

A secret communication had arrived from the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan, delivering a direct order from Xuanyuan Fen, the clan patriarch:
Activate the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye.

Activating the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye

The Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye was a secret bloodline technique unique to the Xuanyuan Clan. Once activated, everything seen by the user would be projected back to the clan’s core members in Dizhou, forming a live visual feed.

“Third Elder, is something wrong?” asked Yingliu the Shadow Emperor, noting Xuanyuan Baizhan’s sudden silence.

“The Patriarch has exited seclusion and ordered me to activate the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye,” Xuanyuan Baizhan replied evenly.

Understanding the gravity of the situation, the other three nodded solemnly.

Xuanyuan Baizhan’s eyes began to glow faintly with a golden hue as the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye activated. A transparent, otherworldly sheen enveloped his pupils, giving them an almost divine quality.

In the Xuanyuan Clan

Far away in the Xuanyuan Clan’s main hall in Dizhou, Xuanyuan Fen, Xuanyuan Su, and the other high-ranking clan members were seated.

Before them, a shimmering image formed in midair, revealing everything Xuanyuan Baizhan was currently seeing.

Such was the power of the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye—it allowed for instantaneous reconnaissance across unimaginable distances.

The Decision to Attack

“Let’s move,” Xuanyuan Baizhan ordered.

“We will head straight for the Abyssal Forbidden Zone and strike at the heart of the Jiang Empire.”

“I want to see this Jiang HuanYu and uncover what power he truly holds to dare challenge the Xuanyuan Clan!”

Without further delay, the four Heavenly Emperors tore open another spatial passage, vanishing as they made their way toward the heart of the Jiang Empire.

In the grand hall of the Jiang Empire, Jiang HuanYu sat upon his throne, exuding an air of unshakable authority.

Before him stood Zhuge Kongming, his military advisor and strategist.

“Strategist, how has the Crown Prince been performing lately?” Jiang HuanYu inquired.

“Your Majesty, the Crown Prince has been progressing well. His temperament is steadily improving, and he has been balancing his personal cultivation with his studies in self-discipline. His growth is quite remarkable,” Zhuge Kongming replied earnestly.

Satisfied, Jiang HuanYu nodded. “That’s good to hear. I’ll leave the matter of the Crown Prince to you.”

Jiang HuanYu then shifted the conversation.
“By the way, Wan Jianshen, Feipeng, and the others have nearly completed their preparations. In a few days, they will ascend the Emperor’s Path to break into the Great Emperor Realm.”

“During that time, I’ll need you to oversee military affairs a while longer.”

Zhuge Kongming bowed respectfully. “Your Majesty, it will be done.”

After dismissing Zhuge Kongming, Jiang HuanYu made his way to Shura Yanran’s chambers.

Within the chamber, Shura Yanran was resting on a soft bed. Her pregnancy had reached full term, and her radiant complexion reflected both joy and anticipation.

Jiang HuanYu entered with a warm smile, carrying a bowl of freshly brewed golden-winged roc soup.

“My love, time to eat,” he said gently, sitting beside her.

Shura Yanran accepted a few spoonfuls, savoring the flavor. “Thank you, Your Majesty, but I’m full now.”

Jiang HuanYu chuckled as he set the bowl aside. “Alright, but let me know if you’re hungry later. You’re carrying our child, so keeping you healthy and happy is my top priority.”

He placed a hand on her swollen belly, his eyes softening. “As long as you and our child are safe and well, I’ll be the happiest man in the world.”

Shura Yanran’s grandfather, Shura Wuyai, sat nearby, smiling warmly. “Your Majesty, our Yanran is truly fortunate to have you. When all is settled, I hope you’ll honor our Shura Clan with a visit. It would mean so much to us.”

Jiang HuanYu laughed lightly. “Of course, but I wonder—would I even make it out of the Shura Clan alive? Your people might not take kindly to me.”

Shura Wuyai waved the comment off. “Your Majesty, if anyone dares show disrespect, they’ll have to answer to me first!”

The conversation turned more serious.

Jiang HuanYu remarked, “The Heavenly Pole Realm and the Demon Realm have been at odds for millennia. For some, the union between a human and a member of the demon races is seen as betrayal.”

“Even if the Shura Clan accepts our relationship, will the other four races do the same?”

Shura Wuyai’s smile faded as he fell into thoughtful silence.

Jiang HuanYu continued, “I’m telling you this not to discourage you but to prepare you. If conflict arises, the Shura Clan will face difficult choices. But I promise you this—I will do everything in my power to minimize harm. Still, I cannot ignore my duty to my empire or my people.”

Shura Wuyai met Jiang HuanYu’s gaze and replied firmly, “Your Majesty, I understand. If war comes, leave the Shura Clan to me. I will ensure that we stand by your side.”

As Jiang HuanYu left the chamber, his expression remained calm but thoughtful. The looming conflict with the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan and the potential fallout with the demon races weighed heavily on his mind.

However, his resolve was unshaken. With allies like Shura Wuyai, Zhuge Kongming, and the mighty warriors of his empire, Jiang HuanYu was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

And in the distance, four Heavenly Emperors tore through the skies, their eyes set on the heart of the Jiang Empire.

Chapter 305: Zhuge Kongming’s Composure

The Arrival of the Xuanyuan Envoys

Beyond the Abyssal Forbidden Zone, the void suddenly tore apart as four figures emerged from the spatial rift: Xuanyuan Baizhan, Yingliu the Shadow Emperor, Qingling the Azure Dragon Emperor, and Bingchen the Ice Emperor.

Shadow Emperor Yingliu glanced toward the forbidden zone’s interior, sensing the surging life force.
“This must be the Jiang  Empire’s forces. The life essence here is abnormally dense.”

Xuanyuan Baizhan narrowed his eyes at the mist-shrouded landscape.
“Enough speculation. Let’s move.”

The four Heavenly Emperors swiftly flew into the forbidden zone.

Meanwhile, in the Jiang  Imperial Palace, Jiang HuanYu was seated at a tranquil pond with Qian Xinrou, leisurely fishing.

A shadowy figure appeared suddenly before them—a member of the Shadow Guard.

“Your Majesty, four powerful entities have entered the forbidden zone. They are currently approaching the royal city at an alarming speed,” the guard reported.

Jiang HuanYu didn’t even look up from his fishing rod. “How strong?”

“Their auras far exceed those of Quasi-Emperors. Initial assessment suggests they are beyond the Emperor Realm.”

Jiang HuanYu remained unfazed, placing his fishing rod aside. “Send Tian Duowang (the Heavenly Poison King), Zhuge Kongming, and Shura Wuya to greet them.”

“Bring Xuanyuan Jiuyou along. Let’s see how far they intend to go.”

“Understood, Your Majesty.” The Shadow Guard vanished into the void.

Qian Xinrou glanced at Jiang HuanYu. “Your Majesty, who do you think Xuanyuan sent this time?”

Jiang HuanYu smirked faintly. “It doesn’t matter. Since they’ve come uninvited, they shouldn’t expect to leave unscathed.”

He had long anticipated such an encounter, especially after Feipeng extracted Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s memories. Xuanyuan’s retaliation was inevitable.

At the forbidden zone’s edge, the four Xuanyuan Heavenly Emperors moved swiftly through the misty landscape. Their vigilance was heightened as they ventured deeper into unknown territory.

Suddenly, all four halted mid-air. The dense white mist concealed their surroundings, but the faint presence of other life forms was unmistakable.

“Cowards hiding in the shadows!” Xuanyuan Baizhan shouted, his voice echoing through the mist. “Show yourselves!”

A chuckle rang out from the fog. “The illustrious Xuanyuan Clan has arrived. Which esteemed members do we have the honor of hosting today?”

From the mist emerged Zhuge Kongming and Tian Duowang, dragging along the mutilated and crippled Xuanyuan Jiuyou.

Xuanyuan Baizhan’s gaze hardened as he saw the pitiful state of Xuanyuan Jiuyou.

“Jiuyou!!” His voice trembled with fury.

Through the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye, far away in Dizhou, Xuanyuan Fen and the other elders were also witnessing this. Xuanyuan Fen’s face contorted with rage, his killing intent almost tangible.

Back in the Abyssal Forbidden Zone, Xuanyuan Baizhan and his companions held back from attacking immediately, their fury evident.

“How dare the Jiang  Empire treat a member of the Xuanyuan Clan like this? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“Bring out your Emperor!” Xuanyuan Baizhan roared. “And summon Xiao Qingli, Murong Xue, and Bai Mengmeng as well!”

“If they don’t come out this instant, I will erase your empire from existence!”

Xuanyuan Baizhan released his aura—a terrifying Heavenly Emperor Eighth Heaven pressure that rolled over the area like an oppressive storm.

Zhuge Kongming and Tian Duowang, however, remained calm.

Zhuge Kongming smirked. “State your name first.”

“The Jiang  Empire does not kill nameless rats.”

“If you wish to meet our Emperor, that can be arranged. But first, cripple your cultivation, sever your meridians, and kneel.”

His tone was light yet sharp, his words dripping with confidence.

Xuanyuan Baizhan and his companions were livid.

“Such arrogance!” Yingliu growled. “We’ll see how long you can keep up that bravado.”

Before anyone could move, a cold, thunderous voice boomed from deeper within the zone:
“Baizhan, you insolent brat! Who gave you the guts to act so brazenly here?”

A New Presence

The oppressive aura of another Emperor-class figure descended upon the scene. From the mist emerged Shura Wuya, his presence dominating the battlefield.

“You dare step into the Abyssal Forbidden Zone uninvited and demand our Emperor’s audience?” Shura Wuya’s voice carried the weight of centuries of command. “It seems the Xuanyuan Clan has grown reckless in their arrogance.”

Xuanyuan Baizhan and his group felt a shift in the atmosphere. While they were still confident in their combined strength, they now faced three formidable opponents, with the promise of more reinforcements looming.

The tension in the air was palpable.

Despite the escalating situation, Zhuge Kongming maintained his serene demeanor. Turning to Shura Wuya, he spoke softly:
“Elder Shura, there’s no need to waste breath on such guests.”

“Let them bark a while longer. They’re here to test their mettle. Let’s oblige them.”

Shura Wuya chuckled darkly. “Very well, Strategist. Let’s show these pups how wolves hunt.”

The stage was set. The Xuanyuan emissaries had crossed into forbidden territory, and the Jiang Empire was ready to respond.

The confrontation was inevitable—and only one side would emerge victorious.

Chapter 306: Xuanyuan Fen’s Astonishment!

The Arrival of Shura Wuya

A thunderous voice reverberated through the Abyssal Forbidden Zone, silencing the oppressive atmosphere.

Moments later, Shura Wuya appeared beside Zhuge Kongming and the Heavenly Poison King. His imposing aura and mocking smirk swept across the four Xuanyuan emissaries.

Though Xuanyuan Baizhan was a Heavenly Emperor Eighth Heaven, far surpassing Shura Wuya in cultivation, his face still twisted in recognition and disbelief.

“Shura clan?! No, this… this is Shura Wuya!”

His voice trembled, disbelief written across his face. “You… you’re supposed to be dead! How can you be standing here?”

Xuanyuan Baizhan’s shock quickly gave way to fury.
“The Jiang Empire dares collude with the Shura clan? You’ve crossed the line of treachery! Aligning with our mortal enemies—this is an unforgivable crime!”

“This revelation alone is enough to bring the entire Jiang Empire to ruin! You’ve doomed yourselves!”

The other Heavenly Emperors—Shadow Emperor Yingliu, Azure Dragon Emperor Qingling, and Ice Emperor Bingchen—wore similar expressions of fury and shock.

Far away in Dizhou, the Xuanyuan Clan’s Great Hall was abuzz. The clan’s core members, including Xuanyuan Fen, Xuanyuan Suo, and Xuanyuan Wanye, were fixated on the images transmitted through the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye.

The sight of Shura Wuya standing beside Jiang’s strategists left them in stunned silence.

Xuanyuan Fen’s brows knitted tightly, his face dark with anger. “Impossible! Shura Wuya is supposed to be long dead. How can he be alive?”

“Does the Jiang Empire possess some means to defy death itself?!” Xuanyuan Wanye speculated in a voice tinged with alarm.

Xuanyuan Suo nodded slowly. “This is no ordinary resurrection. First, we hear of Xiao Qingli, Murong Xue, and Bai Mengmeng returning from the dead. Now, Shura Wuya stands before us.”

Xuanyuan Fen’s voice dropped to a grim tone. “If the Jiang Empire truly possesses such power, their Emperor, Jiang HuanYu, is far more dangerous than we ever anticipated. This could change everything.”

Xuanyuan Fen hesitated. His mind turned to the fragmented knowledge he had gleaned from the half-immortal soul he had recently absorbed.

The half-immortal soul had granted him fleeting glimpses of the Immortal Realm, a domain where life and death were mere tools in the hands of its most powerful denizens.

“Could Jiang HuanYu be connected to the Immortal Realm?” Xuanyuan Fen murmured, his thoughts spiraling into speculation.

The others in the hall froze at this suggestion. If true, the Jiang Empire might not merely be a threat to Dizhou—they could potentially overturn the balance of the Heavens and Earth.

Back in the Abyssal Forbidden Zone, Shura Wuya sneered at the gathered Xuanyuan emissaries.

“What’s the matter? Surprised to see me alive?” His mocking laughter echoed. “Xuanyuan Baizhan, how does it feel to see the man you thought dead? Did you wet your pants yet?”

He turned to the others, his smirk widening. “Oh, and you—Ice Emperor Bingchen. Don’t think I forgot how you used to tremble at the sight of the Shura clan!”

Shura Wuya’s provocations were merciless. He leaned toward Xuanyuan Baizhan, his voice dropping into a taunting whisper.
“And tell me, does Xuanyuan Fen enjoy watching this? Or is he cowering behind his precious Heavenly Eye, too afraid to step out of Dizhou?”

Insulting the Ancestors

Shura Wuya chuckled. “Ah, the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye. Such a convenient little trick. But tell me, did your ancestors create it for something more honorable—or were they just a bunch of peeping Toms, sneaking around to spy on bathing women?”

“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if your so-called illustrious ancestors were the biggest perverts of their time.”

The Xuanyuan envoys turned scarlet with rage. Through the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye, the entire Xuanyuan leadership, including Xuanyuan Fen, was forced to endure this brutal verbal assault.

Xuanyuan Baizhan’s face darkened, his composure cracking under the onslaught. “You old fool! Your mouth will be your undoing!”

He raised his hand, summoning a searing flame of destruction energy, its terrifying heat rippling through the air. The surrounding landscape trembled under the raw power of his attack.

“I’ll incinerate you where you stand!”

Zhuge Kongming, however, remained unfazed.

“Baizhan, resorting to brute force already? I expected more restraint from an ‘esteemed’ elder of the Xuanyuan Clan.”

The Heavenly Poison King’s aura surged in response, countering some of the pressure from Xuanyuan Baizhan’s attack. Shura Wuya merely smirked, unfazed.

The stage was set for a clash of titans, and the air bristled with tension. The Xuanyuan Clan had come seeking answers, but it seemed they had underestimated the unyielding might of the Jiang Empire.

Chapter 307: Zhuge Kongming’s Moment of Glory

“Still don’t recognize the reality of your situation?” Zhuge Kongming’s calm voice rang out as he held the bloodied and battered Xuanyuan Jiuyou by the collar.

“If you wish to attack, go ahead,” he continued nonchalantly. “But before any of you strike, you’ll witness Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s body and soul transformed into a magnificent firework, right before your eyes.”

The cold declaration hung in the air, freezing even Xuanyuan Baizhan’s movements.

The Heavenly Emperor Eightfold clenched his fist, the power swirling within dissipating as his face darkened further. The obvious truth was written across his expression—despite his power, Xuanyuan Jiuyou’s life still mattered to them.

After a moment of tense silence, Xuanyuan Baizhan spoke coldly, his voice dripping with malice.
“Release him.”
“Or die a slow and agonizing death. You have one chance—no more.”

A slow countdown began.

“One.”

A Father’s Indifference

Before Xuanyuan Baizhan could continue, Shura Wuya chuckled derisively.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk… What a cruel father you have, Jiuyou. Xuanyuan Fen, even the fiercest beast spares its offspring. But you? You don’t just throw them to the wolves; you are the wolf!”

The sharp words cut through the tense air.

Xuanyuan Baizhan’s lack of rebuttal confirmed Wuya’s suspicions—Xuanyuan Fen had ordered Jiuyou’s life to be abandoned through the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye.

“Two.”

Xuanyuan Baizhan’s voice thundered, his killing intent rising.

The other Xuanyuan emissaries—Shadow Emperor Yingliu, Azure Dragon Emperor Qingling, and Ice Emperor Bingchen—prepared for an explosive assault.

Jiuyou’s Despair

Xuanyuan Jiuyou, though unable to speak, could hear the exchange clearly. His father’s cold indifference crushed any lingering hope.

Tears rolled down his battered face as he closed his eyes, resigned to his fate.

The Explosive Attack

“Three!”

The moment the word left Xuanyuan Baizhan’s lips, all four emissaries launched their attacks:

Kongming’s Calculated Move

Even as the enemies struck, Zhuge Kongming maintained his composure. Without hesitation, he crushed Xuanyuan Jiuyou in his grip, reducing the once-proud scion to a splatter of blood and flesh.

The sight enraged Xuanyuan Baizhan further, who redoubled his assault.

But Zhuge Kongming only smiled faintly, his fan shimmering with an ethereal light.

“You overestimated yourselves.”

With a casual wave of his fan, a terrifying force erupted forth, shattering Xuanyuan Baizhan’s attack and sending him hurtling backward. The once-proud Heavenly Emperor crashed through dozens of trees before crumpling to the ground, grievously injured.

Zhuge Kongming turned his attention to Shura Wuya, trapped among the Shadow Emperor’s clones.

With another flick of his fan, a glowing Seven-Star Array descended from the heavens, enveloping the Shadow Emperor and his clones.

Golden light rained down, obliterating the clones one by one.

The Shadow Emperor screamed in pain as the array’s crushing force bore down on him. His life force evaporated, his once-mighty form reduced to dust.

Xuanyuan Baizhan staggered to his feet, trembling from the power that had crushed him.

“Im-impossible…”

The realization hit him like a hammer: Kongming wasn’t just a Heavenly Emperor—he was an Emperor Sovereign!

The Azure Dragon and Ice Emperors, seeing their comrade fall, abandoned the fight entirely. They turned and fled, desperate to escape the Forbidden Zone.

Xuanyuan Baizhan, fueled by fear, burned his life force to enhance his speed.

“Run! Get out of here at any cost!” he shouted to the others.

But Zhuge Kongming’s calm voice rang out once more:
“You came in without permission. Leaving won’t be so simple.”

With another wave of his fan, a massive barrier rose, sealing the Abyssal Forbidden Zone completely.

The once-confident emissaries of the Xuanyuan Clan now found themselves cornered.

As Zhuge Kongming’s fan shimmered again, the stage was set for the final reckoning. The Xuanyuan emissaries, who had thought themselves invincible, now faced the full might of the Abyssal Empire.

Chapter 308: Slaying Heavenly Emperors

Three Heavenly Emperors—Xuanyuan Baizhan, Azure Dragon Emperor Qingling, and Ice Emperor Bingchen—raced toward the exit of the Heaven’s Abyss Forbidden Zone, their expressions etched with terror and desperation.

The overwhelming power of an Emperor Sovereign Realm expert left them with no choice. To stay meant certain death.

But as they fled, Zhuge Kongming’s calm smile lingered. With a casual wave of his feathered fan, the sky above them shimmered, revealing seven radiant stars.

The stars aligned, forming a vast Seven-Star Light Array, enveloping the entire Forbidden Zone.

Xuanyuan Baizhan, leading the charge, bore the brunt of the array’s power.

Boom!

The array’s crushing force obliterated the Emperor Light emanating from Xuanyuan Baizhan’s body, sweeping through him mercilessly.

Crash!

His physical form disintegrated instantly, leaving only his trembling soul behind, which darted about in a frantic attempt to escape.

Zhuge Kongming extended a hand, summoning an emperor-level light that clutched Xuanyuan Baizhan’s fleeing soul like a colossal hand.

“Ahhh!” Xuanyuan Baizhan’s soul screamed in abject terror, entirely suppressed by Zhuge Kongming’s power, unable to move, his fate now entirely at the mercy of the scholar.

With Xuanyuan Baizhan neutralized, Zhuge Kongming turned his attention to the remaining two.

The Seven-Star Array constricted, shrinking the space in which the Azure Dragon and Ice Emperors could maneuver.

Two beams of emperor light, resembling falling stars, hurtled from the heavens, piercing through the sky.

“Spare—”

Boom! Boom!

Before the Ice Emperor could finish his plea, the emperor lights slammed into their bodies.

Both their forms detonated like firecrackers, the immense energy obliterating not only their physical bodies but also erasing their souls from existence.

Two Heavenly Emperors—once regarded as paragons of strength and nobility in the Xuanyuan Clan—were reduced to nothing in mere moments, their legacies extinguished in the depths of the Forbidden Zone.

Zhuge Kongming, his expression unchanging, remained indifferent. To him, this was a routine task, an unremarkable act in the service of his emperor.

Zhuge Kongming refrained from destroying Xuanyuan Baizhan’s soul, knowing that his emperor had other plans for it. He also chose to preserve the soul of the Shadow Emperor Yingliu, whose body had already been obliterated.

These actions, though seemingly merciful, were steeped in strategy.

At the Heavenly Abyssal Royal Palace, Emperor Jiang HuanYu sat on his golden throne, his empress Qian Xinrou by his side. The imperial couple had been watching the events unfold through a magical projection.

As the transmission ended, Jiang HuanYu smirked.

“Beloved consort, what do you think I should say to Xuanyuan Fen to enrage him the most? Something that would make him spit blood from across the realm?”

Qian Xinrou chuckled, her smile tinged with mischief. “Your Majesty, if you summoned Sister Xiao back to the palace and shared a moment of affection with her in front of Xuanyuan Fen, I believe he would lose his mind completely. Perhaps he might even sever the connection to the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye out of sheer fury.”

Jiang HuanYu raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. “Oh, my dear consort, I hadn’t expected you to come up with such a wicked idea. It seems the graceful lady I first met has learned a thing or two.”

Feigning innocence, Qian Xinrou replied playfully, “Your Majesty, who else should I blame for this? Being near you, I’ve inevitably picked up some of your ways. Surely you’ve noticed how all the other consorts have changed under your influence?”

Jiang HuanYu laughed heartily. “So, it’s my fault? Am I to believe I’ve corrupted all of you goddesses, turning you into schemers?”

Their laughter echoed in the chamber, lightening the gravity of the situation.

Moments later, Zhuge Kongming, the Heavenly Poison King, and Shura Wuyai entered the throne room. Behind them, they brought the bound souls of Xuanyuan Baizhan and Shadow Emperor Yingliu.

Zhuge Kongming stepped forward, bowing slightly.

“Your Majesty, the mission is complete. Two Heavenly Emperors have been eliminated, and the remaining two have been subdued and brought before you.”

Jiang HuanYu’s gaze fell upon the trembling souls, a devilish grin spreading across his face.

“Good. Now, let’s give Xuanyuan Fen a show he’ll never forget.”

The emperor’s voice carried an unmistakable sense of triumph, echoing through the great hall of the Abyssal Empire.

Chapter 309: Taunting Retorts

“Greetings, Your Majesty!”

At this moment, Zhuge Kongming, Heavenly Poison King, and Shura Wuyai respectfully saluted Jiang HuanYu.

Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Baizhan, whose soul was bound and subdued, finally had the chance to see Jiang HuanYu face-to-face. However, the manner in which this meeting unfolded was entirely beyond his expectations.

More importantly, what astonished him even more was witnessing Zhuge Kongming—a being wielding the power of the Emperor Sovereign realm—bowing humbly before Jiang HuanYu with unwavering loyalty.

Xuanyuan Baizhan could not help but feel deeply shocked and confused.

What kind of man is this Jiang HuanYu, to command such reverence from someone of Emperor Sovereign-level strength?

Jiang HuanYu gave a cursory glance over the crowd, his demeanor calm and composed.

“Rise,” he said with a serene tone.

Once they stood, Shura Wuyai stepped forward. “Your Majesty, this is the leader of this incursion.”

“This man is Xuanyuan Baizhan, the Third Elder of the Xuanyuan Clan. He is a Heavenly Emperor at the eighth level—a core member of the Xuanyuan Clan’s upper echelon.”

As Shura Wuyai introduced him, Jiang HuanYu’s gaze fell upon Xuanyuan Baizhan’s weakened soul.

Under Jiang HuanYu’s penetrating gaze, Xuanyuan Baizhan couldn’t help but feel a chill run through him. It was as if his very essence was being stripped bare, leaving him with an uncontrollable sense of unease and trepidation.

“Long time no see,” Jiang HuanYu said, his tone casual yet brimming with a disdainful confidence.

“You’ve gone through all this trouble to see me, yet you send such inconsequential pawns? What a waste.”

“If your master dared to show his face here in person, I’d gladly open the gates and invite him in. At least that way, I’d save myself the trouble of having to march to Emperor State and personally raze your entire Xuanyuan Clan to the ground.”

“Once you’re gone, the Xuanyuan Clan will crumble. What could be more efficient?”

His words were sharp, filled with an unshakable dominance, and Xuanyuan Baizhan’s soul visibly trembled in response.

Jiang HuanYu’s speech wasn’t aimed at Xuanyuan Baizhan but at someone far more significant: Xuanyuan Fen.

Suddenly, Xuanyuan Baizhan’s soul underwent a transformation. His eyes began to glow faintly with a golden light, and his entire demeanor shifted, exuding an air of undeniable authority and might.

This was no longer Xuanyuan Baizhan.

Through the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye, Xuanyuan Fen himself had descended, seizing control of Xuanyuan Baizhan’s soul to confront Jiang HuanYu directly.

“You… who are you, really?” Xuanyuan Fen’s voice resonated, cold and majestic.

Jiang HuanYu chuckled lightly. “I am who I am—Jiang HuanYu, Emperor of Heavenly Abyssal and the soon-to-be ruler of the Heavenly Extreme Realm.”

Xuanyuan Fen’s tone turned mocking. “The ruler of the Heavenly Extreme Realm? Your ambition is indeed grandiose. But tell me, what gives you the confidence to claim such a title? One Emperor Sovereign subordinate, and you think you can conquer the world?”

Jiang HuanYu smiled faintly, neither hurried nor worried.

“Why not?”

Xuanyuan Fen scoffed disdainfully. “If this is truly the limit of your power, then you are hardly worth my attention. Your so-called Heavenly Abyssal Empire has already committed an unpardonable crime by colluding with the Shura Clan. Once this news spreads, every faction in the Heavenly Extreme Realm will turn against you, and your empire will collapse under the weight of universal opposition.”

“And then, both you and Heavenly Abyssal will be obliterated.”

Jiang HuanYu’s tone remained calm, carrying an unyielding confidence. “Heavenly Abyssal fears no one. Even if the entire world stands against me, I have the power to rewrite destiny itself.”

His gaze sharpened, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“If you think you and your so-called Xuanyuan Clan can end me, you’re gravely mistaken. Mark my words, Xuanyuan Fen: in two months’ time, my army will march on Emperor State, and your clan will be erased from history.”

Pausing momentarily, he added mockingly, “I’m giving you two months to enjoy what little luxury you have left. Consider it an act of mercy.”

Xuanyuan Fen’s golden eyes flickered with suppressed fury, his composure slightly cracking.

Jiang HuanYu continued, his smirk widening.

“Oh, and by the way, let’s talk about defeat—not on the battlefield, but in love. Xiao Qingli is my wife. She bore my child. In this, you’ve already lost utterly and completely.”

Xuanyuan Fen’s golden gaze burned with rage. Even though he tried to suppress it, the mention of Xiao Qingli clearly struck a nerve, exposing the depth of his frustration.

“You—” Xuanyuan Fen began, but Jiang HuanYu cut him off.

“If you can’t even match me in matters of love, what right do you have to compete with me in power or ambition? When I arrive in Emperor State, you’ll witness firsthand the gap between us—both as a man and as a ruler.”

Xuanyuan Fen’s expression darkened further. With a cold snort, he severed the connection through the Xuanyuan Heavenly Eye.

Xuanyuan Baizhan’s soul, now freed from Xuanyuan Fen’s control, flickered weakly, on the verge of complete collapse.

Jiang HuanYu reclined slightly on his throne, his demeanor as relaxed as ever.

“Ah, Xuanyuan Fen. So easily provoked,” he mused aloud, chuckling softly.

Turning to Zhuge Kongming and the others, he said, “Prepare the troops. In two months, we’ll deliver a message to Emperor State—one they’ll feel in their bones.”

The hall fell silent, charged with the weight of Jiang HuanYu’s words. The storm of war loomed closer, its inevitability etched in every face present.

Chapter 310: The Transformation of Jiang HuanYu’s Mentality

At this moment, all connections with Xuanyuan Fen had been severed. Jiang HuanYu no longer found it necessary to keep Xuanyuan Baizhan alive.

With a casual wave of his hand, an invisible force swept through the space. Xuanyuan Baizhan’s soul was obliterated instantly, leaving no room for resistance as it dissipated into nothingness.

“Strategist, you intended to spare this person—explain yourself to the Emperor.”

Having effortlessly eradicated Xuanyuan Baizhan, Jiang HuanYu shifted his gaze to the soul of the Shadowflow Emperor and asked in a calm yet commanding tone.

“Your Majesty, this individual possesses a rather peculiar cultivation technique.”

“His shadow-cloning technique is one of the most unique skills in the Heavenly Realm. I intended for the Crown Prince to learn it, which is why I preserved his soul.”

Zhuge Kongming responded with a serious and thorough explanation.

“Oh?”

“You want the Crown Prince to study the shadow-cloning technique?”

Jiang HuanYu stroked his chin thoughtfully.

“Your Majesty, the strategist’s proposal indeed has merit,” said Qian Xinrou, standing beside Jiang HuanYu.

“We witnessed the Shadowflow Emperor’s shadow-cloning technique firsthand earlier. It’s nearly impossible to distinguish between real and fake, and his clones can freely interchange power with the original body. Such a skill is invaluable.”

“Not only the Crown Prince but also Xingyun, Liyue, and the others could benefit from learning it. It’s an excellent life-saving technique.”

Both Jiang HuanYu and Qian Xinrou had seen Youjie’s shadow-cloning technique during the previous encounter.

If it hadn’t been for Zhuge Kongming’s immediate use of the Seven-Star Light Formation to imprison and suppress him, Youjie might have escaped with his mystifying shadow-clones.

Hearing Qian Xinrou’s endorsement, Jiang HuanYu pondered briefly before nodding. “Very well.

“In that case, Strategist, I entrust this matter to you. Teach the Crown Prince and the others this technique.”

“As for this man’s ultimate fate, you may decide. I will not interfere.”

Jiang HuanYu had absolute trust in Zhuge Kongming.

Summoned by the system, Zhuge Kongming’s loyalty to Jiang HuanYu was unwavering. There was no need to fear betrayal. Entrusting the Shadowflow Emperor’s soul to him might even unlock greater value.

“Understood, Your Majesty,” Zhuge Kongming replied, bowing before retreating with the others.

Soon, the grand hall was once again occupied by only Jiang HuanYu and Qian Xinrou.

“Beloved consort, what are your thoughts on Xuanyuan Fen’s words earlier?” Jiang HuanYu’s expression turned slightly more serious.

Qian Xinrou replied without hesitation, “Your Majesty, I believe that the Xuanyuan Imperial Clan’s retaliation will begin soon.”

“Our ties to the Shura Clan will likely be exposed to the Heavenly Realm before long.

“At that point, the Xuanyuan Clan may unite forces from Emperor State, Shadow State, Cold State, and perhaps even Sword State, rallying their might to wage war against us.”

“The enmity between the Heavenly Realm and the Demon Realm runs deep and irreconcilable. Our association with the Shura Clan brands us as traitors. Whether we accept it or not, we will bear this label.”

“However, I believe Your Majesty already has a plan to address this, correct?”

Qian Xinrou looked intently at Jiang HuanYu, confident that the man she entrusted her life to had foreseen this scenario.

After all, Shura Yanran was now his consort, a titled concubine of the Jiang Dynasty, and was carrying his child.

Jiang HuanYu must have anticipated these consequences the moment he made his decision.

Jiang HuanYu did not answer immediately. Instead, he smiled and looked at her, asking, “Beloved, do you trust this Emperor so much?”

“If I were to admit that while I foresaw this outcome, I have yet to find a solution, would you be disappointed?”

Qian Xinrou was slightly taken aback by his words. She replied, “Your Majesty, when did you become so uncertain of yourself? This is unlike you.”

Jiang HuanYu pressed his temples with a hand and sighed. “It’s just a passing thought.”

“At present, this Emperor indeed has no suitable solution.”

“Yanran is my woman, and the bond between the Shura Clan and the Jiang Dynasty is established. I can neither deny nor sever it.”

“But once the Xuanyuan Clan spreads this news, as Xuanyuan Fen mentioned, the Jiang Dynasty will become the target of countless forces.”

“This Emperor fears no enemy and cares little for the opposition of the world. I’ve never regarded those people as anything significant.”

“Yet, solving everything through brute force has grown tiresome for this Emperor.”

“If I were to kill them all, the Heavenly Realm would become a mountain of corpses and rivers of blood, effectively destroying it. That is not the outcome this Emperor desires.”

Jiang HuanYu’s voice carried a deep weariness.

Qian Xinrou sensed his inner conflict. She moved closer, sat on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gazed at him tenderly. “Your Majesty, you’ve changed.”

“In what way?” Jiang HuanYu asked.

Qian Xinrou continued, “In the past, Your Majesty acted without hesitation or concern for consequences.”

“You were unrestrained, unbound by any chains.”

“But now, you weigh the aftermath of your actions, and your heart harbors contradictions. That’s why I say you’ve changed.”

Jiang HuanYu reflected on her words for a moment before saying, “Perhaps… Watching Jiuyou, Liyue, and the others grow day by day has burdened me with a sense of responsibility.”

“This shift has altered my mentality, though I don’t know if it’s for better or worse.”

Qian Xinrou smiled warmly. “Such a change is undoubtedly good, Your Majesty.”

“It shows you’ve become more mature and thoughtful—a true emperor in every sense. It’s a wonderful transformation.”

“Not just I, but even Baijie and Sister Xiao would be delighted to see Your Majesty’s growth.”

Hearing this, Jiang HuanYu finally smiled. “If you put it that way, I almost feel embarrassed.”

As he spoke, his hand began to wander mischievously.

“Your Majesty! You still haven’t changed this shameless habit of yours!”

Blushing, Qian Xinrou playfully swatted his hand away.

Jiang HuanYu feigned an innocent smile, teasing her in the grand hall. Though Qian Xinrou ultimately escaped his advances, her thoughtful gestures had already lifted a weight from Jiang HuanYu’s heart.

For Jiang HuanYu, having such wise and caring companions was a source of deep comfort and joy.