The Star-Sovereign Dynasty Finally Sends Its Envoy

"Kekeke..." A maniacal laughter echoed through the heavens and earth.

Gu Qingfeng gazed with satisfaction at Ye Wuyou, who had just broken through to the Profound Immortal realm, his heart brimming with joy—so much so that he was even happier than if he had achieved the breakthrough himself.

"My son Wuyou truly possesses the bearing of an Immortal King! As expected of this Emperor's beloved heir!"

As he spoke, he dragged the remaining twenty Celestial Immortals into the Gate of the Netherworld, reveling in the surging power within him, his delight growing by the moment.

At this time, Ye Wuyou—whose aura was terrifying, his body wreathed in eerie bloodflames—turned his gaze toward Gu Qingfeng, his eyes filled with undisguised killing intent.

The immense power had granted him unshakable confidence. The horror of the Demonic Infant manifested even more perfectly now that he had reached the Profound Immortal stage.

"Foster Father," Ye Wuyou suddenly spoke.

"What is it, my son?"

"Having just broken through to the Profound Immortal realm, my strength has soared, yet my control over this power remains unrefined. Foster Father, your might is peerless. I humbly request that you lend me your guidance and help temper my abilities." Ye Wuyou stared fixedly at Gu Qingfeng, hoping to catch even a flicker of fear in his expression.

If he detected even the slightest hint of apprehension, he would immediately strike and slay his foster father without hesitation.

The reason for this test was simple—he couldn’t ascertain Gu Qingfeng’s true strength. No matter how he looked at it, his foster father appeared to be nothing more than a mortal. But then again, what kind of mortal could kill Immortals with a single punch?

This suggested that Gu Qingfeng likely possessed some secret technique or treasure capable of concealing his true power.

Based on the strength his foster father had displayed earlier, it seemed comparable to that of a Profound Immortal. Hence, Ye Wuyou had chosen this moment to probe further.

He hadn’t dared to speak too boldly—no grand declarations like, "A true man stands between heaven and earth—how can he remain subservient forever?"

That would be tantamount to declaring outright rebellion. And what if he couldn’t win?

"Kekeke..." Gu Qingfeng laughed heartily. He had been searching for an excuse to spar with Ye Wuyou, after all. The boy had just broken through to the Profound Immortal realm—it would be a waste not to take advantage of the opportunity.

But he hadn’t wanted to bring it up himself, fearing it might harm the pure bond between father and son.

Now, however, his thoughtful, filial son had taken the initiative to suggest it himself.

Gu Qingfeng couldn’t help but marvel—where else could one find such an outstanding heir?

"Rare indeed to see my son so eager to improve. Very well, let this father properly instruct you. Attack with all your strength—allow me to assess your foundation."

A flash of murderous intent flickered in Ye Wuyou’s eyes, yet he clasped his fists respectfully and said, "Forgive my impertinence, Foster Father!"

Though his words were polite, his actions were anything but slow. The full, unrestrained might of a Profound Immortal erupted from him in an instant.

"Netherflame Spear of the Nine Hells!"

A pitch-black, crystalline spear wreathed in terrifying bloodflames materialized in the void.

This spear was the culmination of Ye Wuyou’s full power, its tip gleaming with a cold, razor-sharp light. It resembled a demonic weapon wielded by an ancient fiend, exuding an ominous aura thick with malice.

This was the new divine ability Ye Wuyou had comprehended upon breaking through to the Profound Immortal realm—and his filial heart compelled him to present it first to his foster father for appraisal.

Gu Qingfeng’s eyes lit up at the sight of the magnificent Netherflame Spear. He had been ready to savor the experience, but when he noticed the eager anticipation in Ye Wuyou’s gaze, he reconsidered.

He didn’t want to crush his beloved son’s confidence too thoroughly.

So, he decided to at least move a little—standing still and tanking the attack would be far too demoralizing.

Thus, Gu Qingfeng raised his hand and extended a single finger toward the spear’s tip.

Ye Wuyou’s heart surged with wild excitement. He hadn’t expected Gu Qingfeng to be so reckless. The Netherflame Spear of the Nine Hells was the most domineering and insidious of techniques, infused with the terrifying Netherflames. Even a Golden Immortal, if wounded, would suffer grievously—let alone a Profound Immortal.

The only ways to counter this attack were either to clash with it using equal power or to evade it entirely. Trying to block it with one’s flesh was the most foolish choice imaginable. No matter how strong one’s body, the Netherflames would instantly corrode it, while the spear’s tip would slice through with unstoppable force, annihilating all vitality in the entire arm.

The day of vengeance had finally arrived!

Yet, in the next moment, Ye Wuyou froze.

The instant Gu Qingfeng’s finger made contact with the Netherflame Spear, time itself seemed to halt. The spear was immobilized mid-air, as though it had struck an unshakable divine mountain.

No matter how fiercely the Netherflames raged, they couldn’t so much as singe Gu Qingfeng’s fingertip.

"How is this possible?!" Ye Wuyou stared in abject horror at Gu Qingfeng’s utterly relaxed demeanor, his mind reeling as if struck by a magnitude-ten earthquake.

No matter how he thought about it, he couldn’t understand—he had just broken through, so why did the gap between them feel even wider than before?

Damn it! His foster father had concealed his strength far too deeply. He had to be at least a Golden Immortal—perhaps even a Great Luo Golden Immortal!

"To wield such power immediately after breaking through to the Profound Immortal realm—my son Wuyou truly lives up to his Immortal King potential! Though, if I may offer a suggestion, switching to a halberd might double its effectiveness." Gu Qingfeng praised.

Ye Wuyou forced a strained smile. "Foster Father flatters me. Your strength is truly peerless. Even with my full power, I cannot withstand a single finger from you."

Gu Qingfeng mused inwardly: If you’re comparing yourself to me, boy, you’ll never catch up—not even if you break through to Immortal King.

"May I ask, Foster Father… just what realm have you attained?" Ye Wuyou probed cautiously.

Gu Qingfeng was an honest man—especially with his beloved son. He answered plainly, "This father is but a perfectly ordinary mortal, nothing more."

Ye Wuyou: "..."

Their conversation ended on an awkward note.

"Foster Father, I have only just broken through. With your permission, I shall return to cultivate further."

"Very well, go ahead."

Just as Ye Wuyou was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something and turned back. "Ah, Foster Father—though I do not know why you slew those Celestial Officials, the deed is done. I urge you to flee at once. The Starveil Immortal Dynasty’s influence is vast beyond measure, reaching truly terrifying heights."

Ye Wuyou had no intention of dying—he still aspired to become an Immortal King. Thus, he hastened to persuade Gu Qingfeng.

But just as Gu Qingfeng was about to respond—

Boom!

The heavens trembled, the void quaked, and the very fabric of the world seemed to shift.

Dark clouds blotted out the sky, thunder roared, and lightning split the firmament. Then, an enormous, godlike face slowly emerged from the roiling tempest.

"Today, neither of you shall leave!"

The moment Ye Wuyou saw this, his expression twisted in horror. From the newcomer’s body, he sensed an overwhelming pressure—

The aura of a Golden Immortal!

"Foster Father, run!" Ye Wuyou bellowed.

Of course, his concern wasn’t out of genuine care for Gu Qingfeng. The two of them were now bound together—with his own chances of escape being zero, his only hope was to stick close to the stronger party.

"Escape? Hmph! Heavenly Prison of Ten Thousand Thunders!"

The colossal face in the sky snorted coldly, and in an instant, countless divine bolts of lightning descended, forming an inescapable cage around Gu Qingfeng and Ye Wuyou.

The giant face gazed down at the two insignificant figures below, its voice cold and indifferent.

"You dare slaughter the Lower and Middle World Passes in succession, spurning the laws of the Starveil Immortal Dynasty? Your crimes shake the heavens. Today, this sovereign shall deliver your judgment."

Ye Wuyou’s face turned ashen.

"It’s over… all over. We’re dead."

Gu Qingfeng patted Ye Wuyou's shoulder with an air of lofty indifference and said calmly, "Fear not, my child. With your father here, the very heavens shall not collapse."