Tyrannical Zi Daoyang

Tyrannical Zi Daoyang . . .

The relentless march of time brought forth a period of profound transformation in the City of Ancient Emperors. Like titans awakening from a deep slumber, the Violet Sect, the Evil Palace, and the Qin Sect had all undergone substantial growth, their influence steadily expanding.

While these three formidable factions continued to consolidate their might, a spectacle was unfolding on the outskirts of the city. In the vast expanse beyond its walls, the heavens seemed to crack open as radiant beams of light pierced the sky. The ground trembled beneath the weight of their arrival, resembling the quaking of the earth itself. A shroud of dust enveloped the scene, obscuring the identity of those descending figures. For what felt like an eternity, the world held its breath in anticipation.

And then, as the dust gradually settled, the true magnitude of the gathering became apparent. A multitude of figures stood before the City of Ancient Emperors, their presence formidable and awe-inspiring.

But the drama was far from over. In another direction, four additional figures materialized in mid-air, overseeing the assembly below. Each exuded an air of authority, commanding a group of their own. Upon closer inspection, it became clear that each of these four parties consisted of exactly 81 individuals, totaling over 360 prodigies. Remarkably, every single one of them was a ninth-level Celestial Phenomenon expert, their collective strength reaching astonishing heights.

"Advance," declared one of the leaders with an imperious demeanor. Without hesitation, the entire assembly began their march into the city, their sheer presence casting a palpable aura of intimidation. Onlookers, unable to conceal their astonishment, felt their hearts quiver in the face of this imposing force.

"Could these be representatives of a supreme immortal realm power?" murmured a curious observer, speaking in hushed tones. The City of Ancient Emperors stood apart from other realms, typically receiving only a few travelers at a time. It was an uncommon sight for such a formidable sect to dispatch a massive contingent of ninth-level ascendants. Questions hung heavy in the air—what purpose had brought this formidable army to their city, and why now?

The truth was that these enigmatic figures hailed from none other than the Eastern Sage Immortal Sect. The Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor, a ruler with an immeasurable legacy spanning countless ages, had summoned the elite ninth-level Celestial Phenomenon ascendants under his dominion. From the regions still under his command within the seven prefectures, they had been meticulously selected, over three hundred of the most formidable individuals among them. This handpicked legion was now converging on the City of Ancient Emperors.

Their singular objective: to eliminate Qin Wentian, to uproot the fledgling Qin Sect entirely.

For even the most powerful factions quailed at the wrath of an immortal emperor.

Unbeknownst to Qin Wentian and his comrades, an insurmountable army had been dispatched, their presence a harbinger of an impending storm that would shake the very foundations of the City of Ancient Emperors.

Naturally, Qin Wentian had anticipated the wrath of the Eastern Sage Immortal Emperor. However, what he didn't foresee was the swiftness of the emperor's response—an immediate mobilization of the elite Eastern Sage Army to enter the City of Ancient Emperors.

Within the Qin Sect, Qin Wentian received news that Little Rascal had successfully completed its comprehension in the Underworld Mountains and was on the move.

Floating in the skies, Qin Wentian addressed the members of his sect with unwavering determination. "Prepare to move out, all members of the Qin Sect."

At his command, numerous figures ascended into the air, all of them staunch Qin Sect experts. Confusion flickered in their eyes as they gazed at their sect leader, puzzled by the sudden summons.

"Prepare for battle," Qin Wentian ordered firmly. Then, he turned to Qing'er. "Qing'er, bring out your spatial treasure. We will transport everyone from the Qin Sect and head to the Underworld Mountains immediately."

"Of course," Qing'er affirmed. With a graceful gesture, she summoned her spatial treasure—an immense leaf radiating potent spatial energy.

"Follow me, everyone," Qin Wentian directed. Stepping onto the colossal leaf, Qin Wentian and Qing'er led their fellow Qin Sect members aboard. They remained uncertain about the cause behind this mass mobilization, sensing that their upcoming adversary, whether Zi Daoyang of the Violet Sect or Mo Xie and his Evil Palace, would be a formidable one.

The atmosphere trembled with potent spatial fluctuations as the mammoth leaf-like vessel soared upwards. It vanished seamlessly into the void.

...

Deep within the Underworld Mountains, both passageways leading to the caverns teemed with a throng of individuals. Towering at the forefront was a figure exuding unparalleled grandeur—none other than Zi Daoyang himself.

Before him loomed an immense and ferocious demon beast. Its golden-hued head and ice-cold eyes exuded an air of malevolence. With resounding roars, it fixed its gaze unwaveringly on Zi Daoyang.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Who would have thought that you'd become this formidable after inheriting the legacy? What a pleasant surprise... But no matter what, everything will eventually belong to me," Zi Daoyang declared. His constellation radiated in the heavens, resembling the silhouette of a deity. A celestial aura enveloped him, akin to a heaven-devouring diagram capable of consuming myriad beings in the heavens and earth.

With a powerful thrust of his palm, a colossal violet imprint surged through the air, brimming with divine power. It closed in on the ferocious demonic beast ahead, harboring an indomitable force.

"ROAR!" The mighty demon beast roared in fury. A divine glow enveloped it protectively, forming an impenetrable defensive shield.

—BOOM!— The violet imprint collided with the shield, causing it to fracture. Zi Daoyang sneered, extending his hand and conjuring a shadowy palm that slammed into the weakened barrier. Countless runes revolved around the impact point, absorbing the energy of the divine glow bit by bit.

The Violet Sect's experts encircled the area, forming a tight barrier that left no room for the ferocious demon beast to escape. Their purpose was to assist Zi Daoyang in claiming the portion of comprehension acquired by the beast.

Zi Daoyang, the reigning champion of the Immortal Ascension Rankings, had already secured a part of the Brahma Heavenly Emperor's inheritance. Acquiring another segment would undoubtedly skyrocket his power. To ensure he didn't miss this opportunity, Zi Daoyang had been meticulously prepared, stationed around the Underworld Mountains for days, ready to spring into action at the first sign of anything amiss.

Within the radiant screen of light, Little Rascal's thunderous roars shook the very heavens and earth. Its razor-sharp talons gleamed with intricate runic patterns, devouring everything they touched. The energy emanating from both Little Rascal and Zi Daoyang clashed violently through the protective barrier, creating a spectacle of terrifying power.

"Who would have thought that a creature like you could possess such formidable strength? Had you not obtained a portion of the inheritance, I might have considered taming you as my mount," Zi Daoyang declared coldly. His left hand rose, and the violet radiance coalesced into a blade-like sword. Bathed in the light of his constellation, the sword became infused with an unparalleled sharpness capable of cleaving through all obstacles.

With a resolute stroke, the violet sword descended, slicing through the protective barrier and aiming straight for Little Rascal's colossal form. Little Rascal, enraged, countered with a mighty paw strike, attempting to intercept the violet sword. However, the sword's power was overwhelming, effortlessly slicing through the formidable paw and causing fresh blood to spurt as Little Rascal howled in agony.

—Bzz!— In a brilliant flash of light and amidst thunderous spatial tremors, a commanding voice rang out, "RELEASE HIM!"

Accompanying that thunderous command, it seemed as if a divine palm imprint descended from the heavens, bearing an irresistible force. It was none other than Qin Wentian's God's Hand.

Zi Daoyang swiftly waved his left hand, his violet sword rising to meet the God's Hand in a clash that resonated with deafening intensity. Moments later, the God's Hand imprint shattered, but in the process, it had neutralized the violet sword, causing it to dissipate as well.

From the sky, numerous palm imprints rained down, each imbued with a profound divine might capable of suppressing all. Zi Daoyang hastily retreated, directing his gaze toward the newcomers. He saw Qin Wentian standing proudly in the air, with the formidable experts of the Qin Sect behind him.

Qin Wentian's eyes harbored an intense and chilling determination. Evidently, it wasn't just Zi Daoyang who had established surveillance in the Underworld Mountains. Qin Wentian, Zi Daoyang, and even Mo Xie had placed their operatives there. However, Qin Wentian hadn't anticipated Zi Daoyang's rapid response, forcing him to rely on Qing'er's spatial treasure to arrive in time.

"While I was immersed in comprehending the Brahma Heavenly Emperor's inheritance, I couldn't help but hear rumors of your rising fame in the City of Ancient Emperors. Establishing your own sect, did it perhaps inflate your confidence, thinking you could challenge me?" Zi Daoyang's voice dripped with unparalleled arrogance. He held the pinnacle position in the Immortal Ascension Rankings, a position seemingly unassailable.

"ROAR!" Little Rascal's defiant roar echoed through the air. It ascended, positioning itself beside Qin Wentian, its gaze locked onto Zi Daoyang with a chilling intensity.

"This beast's strength is quite commendable. I find myself unwilling to kill it," Zi Daoyang commented, his tone seemingly casual. He continued, "Ah, I see Nanfeng and Little Sister Qing'er are also here."

Qing'er's countenance remained ice-cold as she retorted, "I have no acquaintance with you."

"In the future, I shall pay Uncle Evergreen a visit, and Little Sister Qing'er will naturally become acquainted with me by then," Zi Daoyang remarked with a smile. He then turned his attention to Qin Wentian. "Qin Wentian, for the sake of Little Sister Qing'er, I have no desire to make things difficult for you. You and your companions can leave this place, but this demonic beast belongs to me."

"As long as I am here, that is absolutely impossible," Qin Wentian declared firmly.

"Do you truly believe you can stop me? Even if you were at the ninth level instead of the eighth, what difference would it make? So what if you're ranked fourth now? The chasm between the fourth rank and the first is beyond your imagination," Zi Daoyang stated, his body bathed in a brilliant violet light, his aura radiating an indescribable intensity. He seemed like an embodiment of his constellation, exuding a blinding luminosity.

"This is the Violet Emperor's Ultimate Violet Saint Immortal Art—a technique brimming with boundless power that can elevate one's strength to unimaginable levels, capable of breaking through any obstacle. It's one of the two renowned ultimate arts of the Violet Emperor," Nanfeng Yunxi communicated to Qin Wentian, emphasizing the need for caution.

With that, she and Qing'er moved to stand by Qin Wentian's side, ready to fight alongside him. In the past, the three of them had successfully inflicted severe injuries on Mo Xie when they joined forces. Although Zi Daoyang's strength might be on par with Mo Xie's, the exact outcome of their battle remained uncertain until they clashed.