How are we supposed to fight this?
We have Extreme Dao Imperial Armaments; they do too. And when wielded by Great Saints, those Imperial Armaments naturally unleash even greater power.
A standoff ensued. After three suffocating breaths—
A sharp glint flickered in the Grand Zhou Emperor’s eyes before ultimately fading into an almost inaudible sigh.
He gave Ling Canglan, whose momentum was surging and who refused to yield an inch, a long look. Then he glanced at Ji Qingyi, as cool and aloof as the moon, unfathomably profound.
Slowly withdrawing the roiling imperial dragon aura around him, his voice returned to calm. “Since the two of you have made up your minds, I shall not deprive you of what you desire.”
“Hmph!”
The South Domain Demon Lord’s expression shifted several times. In the end, he let out an unwilling growl, and his violent demonic aura receded like the tide. No matter how ferocious he was, he understood that the situation was no longer in his favor.
With these two taking the lead, the Jiang Clan, the Wang Clan, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, the Taixuan Sacred Land, and the other factions also lowered their banners and withdrew their oppressive auras.
Every face was filled with mixed emotions: unwillingness, regret, wariness, and deep helplessness.
A world-shaking melee that had seemed imminent came to an abrupt end, with all sides choosing to back down.
Everyone’s gaze once more converged upon Ling Canglan and Ji Qingyi. Now that the dust had settled, the pressure was on the two of them.
There was only one Imperial Scripture. How would they divide it?
Ling Canglan looked at Ji Qingyi, his gaze profound, and said, “Saint Lord Ji, after you.”
Ji Qingyi’s eyes remained tranquil, her voice clear and melodious. “Saint Lord Ling, after you.”
The exchange was polite, yet neither took a step back.
At those two simple lines, the air grew taut once more.
“Very well!” Sword qi surged around Ling Canglan again.
“Let our hands decide it. There is not enough room here for us to fight freely. How about settling this with a single strike?”
“Agreed.” Ji Qingyi nodded, as the lunar radiance of the Great Yin grew ever more brilliant.
The moment the words fell, both figures vanished from where they stood!
“Boom—!!!”
The next instant, it was as though two primordial stars had collided in the heavens above!
Endless sword light and lunar radiance erupted, swallowing everything. Terrifying fragments of laws scattered in every direction, while the thunderous blast shook the entire imperial tomb!
A moment later, the resplendent lunar radiance around Ji Qingyi swayed violently. She let out a muffled groan as that irresistible, vast sword intent forced her to drift three steps backward.
Each step sent distinct ripples spreading through the void before she finally steadied herself.
A trace of pallor flashed across her exquisite face, so faint it was nearly imperceptible, but it vanished in an instant. Still, the vast lunar radiance around her had dimmed and receded by more than half.
The victor had been decided!
Ling Canglan stood with his hands behind his back. The sword intent around him slowly subsided, yet the air of supremacy he possessed only grew more overwhelming.
He gazed calmly at the repelled Ji Qingyi without speaking. Yet deep in his eyes flashed a pride that only he himself could understand.
“I, Ling Canglan, have received the Lord’s personal guidance. My swordsmanship has already reached the level of transcending the divine, pointing directly at the source.
“Though you, Ji Qingyi, are an unparalleled genius, and though you have only just entered the Great Saint realm yet already cultivated the Great Yin Dao to such a level, you are indeed peerless. But to contend with me? You are still lacking somewhat.”
Ji Qingyi steadied herself and looked at Ling Canglan with her cold, clear eyes. Then her gaze swept over the dark-gold Imperial Scripture. Her expression was complicated, before finally turning into a soft sigh.
The lunar radiance around her completely withdrew. “Saint Lord Ling’s swordsmanship is profound beyond measure, having reached the pinnacle of perfection. I am impressed.”
Her voice remained calm, yet it carried clearly throughout the entire area as she frankly acknowledged the gap between them.
“This scripture is yours.”
Ling Canglan gave a slight nod and said nothing further.
With a single step, he appeared before the dark-gold Imperial Scripture.
The closer he came, the more keenly he could sense its extraordinary nature.
Across the surface of the scroll, countless ancient patterns of utmost intricacy could faintly be seen slowly flowing, as if expounding the fundamental mysteries of battle and destruction.
This was not merely an inherited cultivation technique. It was itself an imperial treasure.
Though it lacked the ultimate offensive might of an Imperial Armament, the Emperor’s battle intent and Dao laws contained within it would possess enough power to devastate heaven and earth if invoked.
Ling Canglan’s expression turned solemn. Slowly raising both hands, he reverently took hold of the dark-gold Imperial Scripture.
The scripture felt indescribably weighty and warm in his hands, as though he were bearing an era heavy with history, a battlefield stained in blood.
He lowered his head and looked at the Imperial Scripture in his hands. A trace of complexity flashed through his eyes before settling into calm.
The dust had settled.
The struggle for the Imperial Scripture ended with the victory of Ling Canglan, Saint Lord of the Lingxiao Sacred Land.
The various factions harbored their own thoughts, but there was nothing they could say.
The Yaochi Sovereign had personally conceded defeat, and Ling Canglan’s strength was plain for all to see. No one dared raise an objection.
“Congratulations, Saint Lord Ling, on obtaining such an opportunity.”
The Grand Zhou Emperor was the first to speak, his tone complicated.
The South Domain Demon Lord and the others also clasped their hands in courtesy. Formalities still had to be observed, though their smiles were somewhat forced.
Yet just as everyone’s thoughts churned—some calculating how to negotiate with the Lingxiao Sacred Land for an opportunity to study the Imperial Scripture, others considering how to deal with the coming shift in the balance of power—
“Hum... rumble, rumble...”
The entire imperial tomb began to shake violently without warning!
The eternal dusk hanging overhead rapidly darkened, like dying embers burning out.
The vast imperial pressure and undying battle intent that had once permeated the surrounding void receded like a tide, swiftly thinning away.
An aura of silence spread unstoppably, enveloping the heart of every living being.
“The imperial tomb is closing!”
An elder cultivator cried out in alarm.
“Of course! The ultimate inheritance has appeared and been taken. Emperor Qingcang’s final will is about to fall into eternal slumber. This place will seal itself once more and return to nothingness!”
The Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master’s expression was grave as he swiftly deduced the cause.
In an instant, everyone was jolted from their thoughts about the Imperial Scripture’s ownership and realized the most urgent matter at hand—escaping with their lives!
Streams of light shot into the sky like a flock of startled birds, fleeing frantically toward the outer reaches of the imperial tomb.
The factions that had been at each other’s throats moments earlier no longer had time for grudges. Survival came first.
“Go! Leave this place at once!”
The Grand Zhou Emperor reacted first. Imperial dragon aura swept up the disciples under his command, and they transformed into a streak of golden light, racing without hesitation toward the exit they had sensed upon entering!
“Hmph, we leave!”
The South Domain Demon Lord, the Jiang Clan Patriarch, the Patriarch of the Primordial Wang Clan, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion Master, Saint Lord Taixuan, and the leaders of the other factions all understood that this was no place to linger.
They each unleashed their divine abilities, transforming into streaks of multicolored light and soaring toward the exit of the imperial tomb. In the blink of an eye, they vanished into the boundless void.
Ji Qingyi took a deep look at Ling Canglan, who held the Imperial Scripture in his hands. A faint movement stirred in her eyes, and she seemed to casually glance toward a corner below. Then she softly said to the people of Yaochi, “The imperial tomb is about to close. Leave at once.”
Lunar radiance flowed forth and enveloped the Yaochi Sacred Land’s people like rippling water. In the next moment, they merged into the void and disappeared without a trace.
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
