Since Xu Zhen became a Quasi-Emperor and fought on the front lines, the reputation of the Fuyao Immortal Sect has soared throughout the Treasure Ring Scale State.
The first reason is that Xu Zhen is the first female Quasi-Emperor of this era in the Treasure Ring Scale State, and she possesses the potential to become an Emperor. It’s quite possible that she will one day become the strongest figure in the Treasure Ring Scale State.
The second reason is that Xu Zhen fights with unparalleled ferocity. Several times, she has engaged in life-and-death battles with Quasi-Emperors from the Divine Realm, displaying a level of ruthlessness that even Emperors find intimidating.
However, despite Xu Zhen’s rising fame, her cultivation level is still only that of a Quasi-Emperor, far from being able to influence the overall war between the two realms. She can only spar with other Quasi-Emperors.
Another factor affecting the current situation in the Immortal Realm is the involvement of the Supreme Realm. After observing for a long time, the Supreme Realm could no longer hold back and sent an Emperor to join forces with the Divine Realm in their assault on the Immortal Realm. Their primary target was the Treasure Ring Scale State.
Perhaps they thought it was easier to pick on the weaker ones, but the process was not without its difficulties, as they faced fierce resistance from the Immortal Realm’s Emperors.
However, it didn’t matter much, as the Supreme Realm could no longer wait. Under pressure from the Divine Realm, they had to show their hand; otherwise, it would be difficult to claim their share of the spoils later.
Thus, a true powerhouse from the Supreme Realm arrived.
The Four Paths Emperor.
An ancient figure from the Supreme Realm who had lived for countless millennia, standing at the forefront of the Divine Realm’s battles, invincible and unstoppable. He descended from the heavens, entering the Immortal Realm as if it were an empty void, directly crashing into the Treasure Ring Scale State. His impact caused massive tidal waves that flooded the land, sinking one-third of the Treasure Ring Scale State and tilting the entire region, disrupting its spiritual energy and even dulling the will of the Immortal Realm.
This was the perfect opportunity for the Divine Realm’s powerful cultivators to descend, following in the footsteps of the Four Paths Emperor. Judging by their actions, their goal was likely to seize the entire Treasure Ring Scale State.
The Immortal Realm quickly reacted, with Emperors from the front lines rushing back to defend. In an instant, seventy percent of the Immortal Realm’s Emperors gathered in the Treasure Ring Scale State to counter the invasion from the Divine Realm and the Supreme Realm.
The most intense battle between realms thus unfolded in the Treasure Ring Scale State. The scale of the conflict was so vast that to avoid further damage to the region, the Emperors fought within their own pocket dimensions. Even so, many mountains and rivers of the Treasure Ring Scale State were destroyed, and countless cultivators were caught in the crossfire.
Naturally, Xu Zhen couldn’t participate in battles at the Emperor level, so she focused all her efforts on protecting the Fuyao Immortal Sect. To this end, she even traveled to the Ninth Mountain.
She needed to ask for help.
“Isn’t this Xu Zhen? What brings you here?” Huang Qingyue twirled her green skirt, resting her chin on her hand as she smiled lightly at Xu Zhen.
“I need to ask you for a favor,” Xu Zhen replied, her tone serious, the scent of blood still lingering on her.
Seeing her solemn expression, Huang Qingyue dropped her playful demeanor and nodded. “It’s about the Treasure Ring Scale State, isn’t it? The Ninth Mountain is aware of the situation. Emperors have already gone there, so coming to me probably won’t help.”
“I’m not asking for your intervention. I want you to open the Ninth Mountain’s Emperor Opportunity—the Map of Nine Mountains,” Xu Zhen said with utmost seriousness.
Huang Qingyue was taken aback, her expression gradually turning serious. She straightened her posture, her figure striking, but that wasn’t the main point. The key issue was the so-called Emperor Opportunity.
“If I give you the Ninth Mountain’s Emperor Opportunity, what will I do when my time comes?”
Xu Zhen replied earnestly, “You can wait for the next Emperor Opportunity, or after I become an Emperor, I’ll find another Emperor Opportunity for you. As a token of gratitude, I’ll dedicate myself to the Ninth Mountain in the future.”
Huang Qingyue’s delicate face showed hesitation. She tilted her head, furrowing her brow as she sighed, “Leaving aside whether another Emperor Opportunity can be found, why are you in such a hurry to become an Emperor? Even if you do, it won’t change the situation in the Treasure Ring Scale State. The Four Paths Emperor could kill hundreds of you.”
Xu Zhen shook her head. “Don’t worry about that. Just tell me if you agree or not.”
Huang Qingyue frowned. “You really are as domineering as ever. It’s surprising that someone with your personality would come to beg me. Ah, whatever, since you know Chen Xia, I’m not one to be stingy…”
She suddenly smiled, her eyes glinting with mischief as she looked at Xu Zhen. “But you’ll have to pay a price, won’t you?”
Xu Zhen fell silent. In that moment, she thought of many things, mostly about Chen Xia. Perhaps the price would be something she couldn’t bear. She closed her eyes, avoiding Huang Qingyue’s gaze, and replied softly, “Name your price.”
She had already guessed that it might involve staying away from Chen Xia or not approaching him—something Huang Qingyue, given her personality, would definitely demand.
Huang Qingyue’s eyes flashed with triumph. She stood up straight, hands on her hips, proudly displaying her figure, and grinned smugly.
“Then I’ll say it.”
“Alright,” Xu Zhen nodded, eyes still closed, ready for the worst.
“I want you to call me ‘sister,’” Huang Qingyue said with a grin.
“Huh… what?!”
Xu Zhen opened her eyes, staring at Huang Qingyue in disbelief, taking in her smug expression.
“What’s wrong? Hurry up and say it,” Huang Qingyue urged, frowning slightly.
After a long pause, Xu Zhen finally stammered in a small voice, “Sis… sister.”
“Good! Come along, little sister. The Map of Nine Mountains is opening!” Huang Qingyue chirped happily, leading the way with a spring in her step.
Her green skirt swayed gently.
The woman was beaming with pride.
In the Great Death Realm.
The long-dormant Ancestral Dragon finally stirred once more, its massive body beginning to move. Its head twitched, though the movements were uneven, almost like it was convulsing.
The Heart Demon was puzzled, observing closely, when suddenly it froze.
Unnoticed, the Ancestral Dragon had opened its eyes.
The Heart Demon’s figure flickered, instantly appearing at the center of the Ancestral Dragon, where it saw Chen Xia, now awake.
Both were stunned, unsure of what was happening.
Chen Xia rubbed his head, looking around at the world with confusion.
“Who the hell am I?”
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