Years ago, when King Jiamingluo invaded the Cloud Realm, those few of them were able to stop the arrival of the opposing Venerables. This was because the Cloud Realm itself possessed a natural regulation: cultivators above the Spiritual Realm were forbidden entry.

Now, however, the spiritual energy seals across the heavens and earth have all been broken. The mutual covenants between the various Teachings are effectively nothing more than scraps of paper.

They can no longer borrow the authority of heaven and earth to impede the passage of those from the Dark World Demon Court. Heaven and earth view all things as straw dogs; towards the inhabitants of the Cloud Realm and the alien races from beyond the domain, their attitude is essentially no different.

“Truly a headache inducing matter—” The aged man in Daoist robes also shook his head: “It seems the Dark World Demon Court is utterly determined this time.” The sword cultivator frowned slightly: “Actually, you and I should have acted just now. Although this heaven and earth does not inherently reject the Night Demons, the incursion of the Dark World Demon Court will inevitably lead to continuous, massive warfare, which may cause the destruction of the Cloud Realm—something the Way of Heaven would not wish.” The old man in Confucian robes remained noncommittal; what was said was true.

However, the Way of Heaven itself possesses no true consciousness, nor any concept of good or evil. Thus, it cannot discern, cannot predict, and cannot strategize in advance; it can only act according to instinct.

Even the six of them only remain ageless and undying in the Cloud Realm because the Way of Heaven acknowledges their existence as beneficial to 'themselves.' If the six worked in unison, leveraging the will of the Way of Heaven, they could even contend against two or three peak Saint Venerables. But if the heavens and earth do not acknowledge them, the six are merely ordinary Saint-rank cultivators— Similar to the Seven Swords of the Common People, yet the Seven Swords are forcefully drawn out, whereas they can only borrow passively.

If this were not the case, that individual from several years ago would have been easily executed by Lin Xuanjing. The aged man in Daoist robes then smiled again: “So, sirs, guess the outcome of this battle in the Heaven’s Cradle World?” As these words were spoken, the void around them fell instantly silent.

After a long pause, the young sword master declared firmly: “What doubt is there? Naturally, it will be Zong Shou.” Chaye Xizhe only knew about the Twelve Guardian Bronze Men and saw only mist, unable to grasp the true foundations of Zong Shou.

And he could roughly estimate the strength the Dark World Demon Court could mobilize this time. “The Supreme Extinction Scripture—I never knew such a wondrous treasure existed in this world.

His Majesty is the Saintly Monarch of this age, blessed by heaven and earth; he surely cannot be defeated!” The old man in Confucian robes also smiled faintly: “Below the peak Saint Venerable, I truly cannot imagine who could escape his Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger. Including Chaye—” Chaye, borrowing the power of the divine treasure, could contend with a peak Saint Venerable.

However, the Thirteenth-Rank Supreme Divine Art can disregard rank! And Chaye’s physical body is, after all, still only Saint-rank.

Once injured, there would be no outcome other than complete annihilation. And the Immortal-Slaying Flying Dagger, even among the Thirteenth-Rank Supreme Divine Arts, must be among the most supreme and ferocious killing techniques.

Its tier might not reach the level of Zong Shou’s Styx River Death-Calling Sword within the Boundless Beginning and End Divine Art, yet in terms of sheer lethality, it holds the advantage. The might of the Thirteenth-Rank Supreme Divine Arts can be fully understood from the battle between Zong Shou, Wei Xu, and Li Biexue.

Even with the aid of the Twelve Guardian Bronze Men, and despite being in the late Saint Realm, Li Biexue could not emerge unscathed. “Naturally, the Boundless Beginning and End Buddha!” The old monk, who had remained silent until now, nodded: “How could the Light of Boundlessness fear the darkness of the Night Demons?” His expression was calm and certain, unwilling to believe any other result was possible.

The Daoist elder’s expression was complex, letting out a long sigh: “Is this what heroes think alike? I hold the same view!

With Wei Xu’s Mirror Flower Water Moon, Zong Shou has absolutely no reason to lose. If Chaye truly dares to underestimate the Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, then the twelve Commanderies of the Dark Night Demon Court are likely in dire straits; they might suffer heavy losses and territorial setbacks—” Mirror Reflection Supreme, even if used only three times—Wei Xu, standing beside Zong Shou, would have nine full opportunities to wound a Half-Step True Realm expert!

Even if Xi Zi were to regenerate, he could not escape without injury. Although he worried for the future prospects of the Daoist school, knowing Zong Shou held at least a seventy percent chance of repelling the enemy felt like a piece of good news to him.

“Did Ming Ri Xuan not deduce before that after the Dragon Swallowing Scheme and the emergence of the Hegemon, the confluence of vital energy would be as powerful as a tiger spanning ten thousand miles?” “That must be it! In the art of divination and calculation, no one surpasses Ci Bei and that individual—” “It’s just strange that the latter has not shown himself this time.

He has clearly returned to the Cloud Realm.” As the aged man in Daoist robes murmured this, the expressions of the four present shifted again. ※※※※ Still in the Imperial Capital, atop a city wall in the Eastern District.

A refined youth clad in crimson robes, bearing the emblem of a purple-red blazing flame on his chest, was squinting as he watched in the direction of the Fenghua Palace. Beside him stood another figure.

Also around twenty years old, but his features were rugged, and his attire much simpler, also bearing the same flame pattern on his chest. “Yin Yu is dead, the Great Shang Kingdom has fallen.

Li Biexue is destroyed, the Demonic Path is annihilated.” Speaking languidly, the refined youth’s face was full of scorn. “It seems that hoping for anything from these people of the Cloud Realm is now chasing shadows up a tree.” “My Lu family’s pure-blooded direct heir, the sole Crown Prince of the Sacred Court, naturally possesses magnificent talent and peerless aptitude—not something these natives of the Cloud Realm can compare to.

Whether Daoist or Confucian, they are wary of my Lu Clan. If Your Highness pins his hopes on Qing Xuan and the others, it is sheer delusion.

Hesitation born from a desire to shift blame has led to missed opportunities repeatedly; it truly leaves one speechless.” The rugged man let out a dry laugh: “But since these Twelve Guardian Bronze Men have fallen into Zong Shou’s hands, the situation for the line of the Incinerating Heaven Saint Emperor Lu Beiwu is bound to change. Though these Bronze Men were crafted by the natives of this realm, they possess a distinct miraculous quality.

“I wager that this fellow will never manage to bring these Bronze Men back to the Incinerating Heaven Sacred Court!” The refined youth sneered, filled with confidence: “Whether this child can retreat whole after fighting the Dark World Demon Court remains to be seen. If this child is defeated, his Great Qian foundation will crumble.

I want to see how Saint Venerable Lu Jueyan can still righteously claim Zong Shou as the sole candidate for the Crown Prince when he returns to the Immortal Court.” “Even if he is the only pure-blooded descendant of my Lu family across thousands of years, even I would prefer he didn't perish just like that. If he can advance further and enhance his bloodline power, it would be a great boon for our Lu family as well.” The rugged man chuckled, ‘Heh heh’: “But is that wise?

With the support of the Dao of the Common People and the Buddhist Sect, I am quite optimistic about this child. Lu Beiwu is currently at his most difficult juncture; if you and I throw in our lot now, it will be like offering charcoal in snowy weather.

We need not worry that Lu Beiwu and his daughter will treat us poorly in the future—” Sharpness flashed in the refined youth’s eyes, his gaze icy: “Charcoal in snowy weather? Allowing a World Sage to rule the Lu Family, which dominates eight hundred worlds?

That is a joke that cannot be tolerated.”