Intention of the Heavenly Talisman Realm

Intention of the Heavenly Talisman Realm . . .

The dramatic confrontation continued, with all eyes fixed on the newcomer introduced as the "Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord." Qin Wentian and his fellow sect members, far from feeling bewildered by this arrival, cast respectful gazes upon the immortal emperor before them. It appeared that this formidable figure was the expert dispatched by the Heavenly Talisman Realm to aid them.

The Heavenly Talisman Realm's power surpassed even Qin Wentian's most ambitious conjectures. Hidden within its secluded realm, it had nurtured countless immensely powerful experts throughout history, making it a force of incomprehensible might.

The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, now afloat in the heavens with hands clasped behind his back, acknowledged the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord's presence with an air of authority. An invisible pressure descended upon the surroundings, shrouding the entire expanse in an oppressive and terrifying aura.

The Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord, in the midst of thousands of indistinct silhouettes, countered the Eastern Sage's challenge with resounding confidence. His voice, united as one from the multitude, boomed forth, challenging the Eastern Sage's accusations. It was impossible to discern which among the countless silhouettes represented the true Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord.

For those unfamiliar with the history between these two immortals, shock and awe rippled through the crowd. The revelation that the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord was a long-standing rival of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor added layers of complexity to the unfolding events. Suddenly, Qin Wentian and his companions' presence made perfect sense.

Whispers of misunderstanding and intrigue wafted through the air as bystanders grappled with the situation. The Heavenly Talisman Realm seemed to have orchestrated this confusion intentionally. With the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord's arrival, many assumed that Qin Wentian and his fellow sect members were disciples sent to act against the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. Suspicion of outside interference evaporated, eclipsed by the perceived rivalry between the two immortals.

"You raised three disciples solely to participate in my event?" The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's gaze remained inscrutable, his words implying a deeper layer to the situation.

"Eastern Sage, you understand me well. After my retreat in the past, I roamed the immortal realms, only returning to the thirteen prefectures today. As your long-time adversary, how should you receive me now?" The Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord's voice resonated once more, his imposing presence keeping everyone within the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect on edge.

The notion that the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord had merely dispatched disciples for the sake of comparison no longer sufficed. The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor was well aware that this return held a significance beyond surface appearances.

The tension escalated as the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor retorted, "How do you expect me to welcome you?"

With unwavering resolve, the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord made his intentions clear. His demand reverberated through the air, causing a collective gasp from the assembled experts. He sought control over six of the thirteen prefectures, a declaration that sent shockwaves through the hearts of all who heard it. It was apparent that he had returned to reclaim the position he once lost, setting the stage for a clash of epic proportions.

A heavy silence blanketed the scene as the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor mulled over the audacious demand put forth by the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord. The proposition was clear: the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord sought control over six of the Eastern Sage's thirteen prefectures, an assertion of power that implied supreme confidence and formidable strength.

In the intricate dynamics of the immortal realms, the conquest of an empire hinged predominantly upon the prowess of its peak-level experts. If the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord fell short of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's might, he wouldn't possess the entitlement to carve out a piece of the territory. For to do so without the requisite strength would inevitably invite relentless pursuit and retribution from the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, turning the entire affair into a destructive game of cat and mouse. Thus, rationality dictated that, unless one was ruthlessly inclined, retreat was the wisest course of action when the odds proved insurmountable. Such rationality stemmed from an aversion to needlessly staining one's hands with the blood of innocent bystanders, a consideration guided by a strict adherence to established rules.

Below the apex of immortal power, anxiety clung to the watching immortal kings. In comparison to the demand for six prefectures, the achievement of Qin Wentian and Jun Mengchen in securing the top two positions in the immortal banquet seemed inconsequential.

The Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord's request reverberated through the crowd, bearing the weight of significant implications. To comply would necessitate the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's evacuation of an entire population from the designated six prefectures, ceding authority and governance to the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord. This monumental shift would reshape the thirteen prefectures and reverberate through the heavens, casting a vast shadow of uncertainty over the region.

The assembly at the banquet, comprising individuals from various backgrounds, all hailed from the thirteen prefectures. The arrival of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord left them in a state of disquiet, as the significance of his presence dawned upon them. The repercussions of this pivotal moment rippled through their thoughts, and the atmosphere quivered with unease.

A knowing smile graced Qin Wentian's countenance as he grasped the intricacies of the Heavenly Talisman Realm's elaborate scheme. The immortal banquet had merely served as the initial step in the grand design. The true aim of the Heavenly Talisman Realm, it seemed, was to gain governance over six of the thirteen prefectures.

"Is the Heavenly Talisman Realm planning to establish a visible foothold within the immortal realms?" Qin Wentian contemplated silently, his mind racing to decipher the enigma.

"Not quite," he deduced, shaking his head internally. "The Heavenly Talisman Realm must be careful not to expose their true intentions just yet. With our sect's strength, we could easily conquer all thirteen prefectures if we wished. There's no need for the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord to stake his claim on six of them. This is merely the initial phase. Considering the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord's historical rivalry with the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, his presence here to reclaim lost territory is entirely reasonable, deflecting suspicion away from the true plan."

Qin Wentian parsed the situation, realizing that the Heavenly Talisman Realm desired a visible foothold in the immortal realms while retaining their covert nature.

"It seems you came prepared," the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor intoned, his voice carrying an unprecedented gravity. He pressed forward, his inquiry cutting to the heart of the matter. "Which six prefectures do you seek?"

In the charged atmosphere, the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord, his gaze unwavering, responded to the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's inquiry with an air of composure. His request was precise, seeking control over the six westernmost prefectures, while conceding the remaining seven to the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor's dominion. It was a calculated move, one that acknowledged the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's historical seat of power in the Eastern Prefecture and sought to avoid unnecessary conflict.

The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, renowned for his stoicism, offered a coldly dispassionate remark, his voice resonating with a touch of detachment. The conventions of the immortal realms mandated that the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord engage in combat with the current ruler—the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor—to legitimize his claim. It was a matter of tradition and honor, a test of strength that would determine the victor's entitlement to the disputed territories.

With a seemingly effortless motion, the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor released an overwhelming surge of immortal light, its brilliance blinding to the point that even the bravest onlookers couldn't maintain their gaze. His casual punch ripped through the very fabric of space, giving birth to formidable spatial rifts. A legion of fists emerged, each imbued with a potent and awe-inspiring energy, bearing down upon the myriad silhouettes of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord.

In response, an ominous dark purple lightning surged from the silhouettes of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord, forming a colossal web of destructive electricity in the heavens. The menacing tendrils of lightning shrouded the entire Eastern Sage Immortal Sect, casting an ominous shadow over the proceedings, as if heralding an impending apocalypse.

Each silhouette of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord carried a miniature realm of thunder, and as they extended their fingers, bolts of lightning emerged, obliterating the millions of fist shadows, ensuring that not a single shockwave from their titanic clash reached the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. It was a display of impeccable control over their immense power.

The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor proposed an ascent to higher altitudes, a prudent choice considering the collateral damage that would ensue if they continued their battle at ground level. The Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord nodded in agreement, and the two indomitable figures ascended to the skies.

In the midst of this profound confrontation between supreme beings, Qin Wentian couldn't help but marvel at the tranquility that enveloped the scene. Despite the monumental stakes—six prefectures hanging in the balance—neither party had resorted to explosive violence. Their exchange felt more like a martial sparring match than a battle to the death, a testament to their mutual respect and adherence to the unwritten rules of their celestial realm.

Spectators strained their gaze skyward, their vision met with two ethereal silhouettes soaring toward one another. But in the blink of an eye, a startling tableau unfolded before them, an unforeseen twist in this epic confrontation.

The once serene sky had transformed into a tumultuous battlefield, veiled by ominous tribulation clouds. Thunderous roars echoed as savage lightning bolts danced in the heavens, painting the landscape with brilliant streaks of electrifying power. This domain of lightning extended its malevolent reach, casting a shadow over the entire Eastern Sage Immortal Sect and the sprawling expanse of the Emperor City in the Eastern Prefecture.

As the clash between titans unfolded, formidable waves of pressure rippled downward, shaking the very souls of the citizens residing in the Emperor City. Confusion and fear gripped their hearts as they gazed upward. What kind of cataclysmic battle was transpiring above them?

The sheer intensity of the conflict left them trembling, their questions hanging unanswered in the charged atmosphere. Wasn't today supposed to be the day of the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect's grand immortal banquet? What unexpected turn of fate had led to this unfathomable spectacle?

"There seems to be a fierce battle taking place high in the sky," whispered those with acute vision, their eyes trained on the indistinct figures locked in combat. A palpable sense of trepidation washed over the onlookers as they dared to consider the inconceivable: someone was challenging the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor himself?

While many residents of the Emperor City hadn't personally encountered the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, they had, at the very least, glimpsed his imposing statue. The fact that someone dared to confront such an iconic figure left them astounded.

In due time, the entire city bore witness to the awe-inspiring spectacle unfolding in the heavens above. Though they couldn't discern the finer details of the battle, they were certain of one thing: a momentous event was transpiring overhead.

Back at the immortal banquet, the gathered immortal kings directed their unwavering attention toward the battle in the sky, their expressions marked by solemnity. They couldn't afford to be distracted; the stakes of this confrontation were colossal. For those unable to witness the battle directly, the tension in the air was palpable, as they anxiously contemplated the seismic repercussions that would follow its resolution.

In stark contrast, Qin Wentian remained remarkably composed. The presence of the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord, challenging the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, had effectively eliminated any immediate threat to them. Whether victory or defeat befell their immortal emperor, there would be no perilous consequences for Qin Wentian and his comrades. The only potential complication would arise if the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor possessed the power to obliterate the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord—an unlikely scenario.

From the perspective of the other immortal kings present, it was evident that the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord, having dispatched three of his disciples to this gathering, had no intention of allowing them to meet a premature end.

"The Cloud Prefecture is situated in the western regions of the thirteen prefectures," the Idlecloud Immortal King lamented, his voice trembling with anxiety. Should the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord emerge victorious, the balance of power in the thirteen prefectures would shift, summoning him back to the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. His governance over the Cloud Prefecture would be relinquished, altering the course of his destiny.

"The Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord must have orchestrated this plan long in advance," the spectators mused, their eyes intermittently catching glimpses of devastating purple lightning bolts striking downward from the heavens.

"Eternal Sage, it appears that your progress has been limited since our last parting. The thirteen prefectures shall now be divided into east and west. For the six westernmost prefectures... I, Thousand Transformations, shall assume control. I trust you won't find my request excessive," a resounding voice resonated from the skies, its thunderous declaration reverberating through the very hearts of those below.

A supreme expert, with a desire to govern six prefectures, had cast his challenge upon the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. His name: the Thousand Transformations Emperor Lord. It was clear that he intended for his proclamation to echo throughout the entire Emperor City, leaving no doubt as to the gravity of the situation.