The Tai Shang Ying Jie Tu Lu unfolded, instantly birthing an independent domain within this fissure of the void.

Yet it wasn't just Zong Shou, Ye Xuan, and the other man; even the two pursuing Sovereigns, along with the King of Night Wheel, Ran Lun, who trailed closely behind, were enveloped by this suddenly generated realm.

Only Sha Ye, having experienced the battle at the Imperial Capital, maintained a degree of caution towards Zong Shou. He deliberately slowed his divine speed just enough to avoid being swept into the void generated by the domain.

Halting his swift movement in time, Sha Ye stared blankly at the void before him, now utterly sealed off from the outside.

Not only could he not see inside, but his spiritual sense was also completely blocked.

He attempted several times, yet his spiritual probe could not make contact with this seemingly close expanse of void, unable to stir it in the slightest; he could only wait outside, watching with his eyes.

Then, as if remembering something, Sha Ye’s expression drastically changed, becoming alarmingly pale.

A sense of dreadful foreboding spread throughout his body. Meanwhile, inside the domain, the six individuals wore expressions of varied emotion.

Ye Xuan let out a sigh of relief, as if a great burden had been lifted; this moment had finally arrived. Lu Bing smiled, a genuine, joyful laugh.

It hadn't been in vain, sacrificing the cost of stepping down one rank to lure these two here. After this battle, the Great Qian’s hegemony would be established, rising upon the very bones of the Dark World Demon Court, truly becoming a force within the realms. Why would His Majesty still need to defer to the Lu Clan’s whims? Whether it was merely revenge against those few or shattering the entire Burning Sky Lu Family and grinding them into dust, he now possessed sufficient capital.

If the setting were appropriate, he would have nearly lost control and bellowed with laughter. The two Sovereigns of the Dark World Demon Court, however, frowned slightly upon appearing.

Their expressions were primarily shocked, mingled with a touch of confusion and apprehension. King Ran Long of Night Wheel was filled with uneasy suspicion.

With just one glance, he could roughly ascertain the state of this dark void, yet it filled his heart with restlessness and anxiety.

“This is a separate domain formed outside the boundary?” The one who spoke was one of the two Sovereigns, draped in a great cloak of purple and gold, holding a scepter.

His face was etched with stern, rigid lines, severe and unyielding. Though he stood before Zong Shou, less than three hundred zhang away, he did not immediately attack the trio. Instead, his eyes flickered.

He cautiously surveyed the surroundings, filled with an air of intense probing. “Truly incredible; such marvelous techniques still exist in this world! Your Majesty Zong Shou, how did you accomplish this? Is it this scripture treasure you hold? A query lingers in my mind: if you used this method to isolate the inside from the outside, it would have been sufficient to protect the three of you safely for several hours. Why did you insist on drawing the three of us in as well?”

Ye Xuan chuckled inwardly. These three before him seemed to be sharp and astute individuals, keenly aware that the current situation was exceedingly unfavorable.

The three Sovereigns of the Night Demon Race—besides Ye Yuanmie who had appeared earlier—were Ye Ji and Ye Lunhui. Both had once been formidable figures, topping the pinnacle of the Saint Realm.

Yet, observing them now with sheer will, the suffocating, tyrannical aura of kingly might that once saturated them was completely absent. Before these two, there was no longer that crushing sensation derived from the power of an entire nation, tens of millions of elite troops, and billions of focused wills.

This void, opened by the Tai Shang Ying Jie Tu Lu, sealed the inner and outer worlds. Though it appeared close to the border of the Dark World Demon Court, the true distance spanned billions of li—an uncrossable gulf! Unless the boundary wall shattered, these two could no longer summon the might of a nation to aid them.

Against such strong opponents, even though Ye Xuan was still no match for them, dealing with them would be far easier than when they possessed strength equivalent to a Grand Supreme Saint Venerable. At the very least, he would no longer be completely helpless—and besides, Zong Shou stood beside him! The ruler of Great Qian, possessing the wings that enhance profundity and the Thirteenth-Tier Supreme Divine Ability!

“Why the need to isolate? It is absolutely necessary.”

Zong Shou shook his head expressionlessly, pointing casually. The Sacred Silver Demon-Slaying Array that had been reinforcing Lu Bing instantly dispersed, only to reform behind his head within a thousandth of a breath, those dozens of silver lights coalescing once more. Sacred Silver Demon-Slaying!

“Your arrival here today is precisely what I intended. Since I cannot borrow the power of Kingly Martial Arts, what fear should I have of the two of you? It is you, the two Sovereigns, who should be careful!”

Upon hearing this, King Ran Long of Night Wheel sucked in a sharp breath. Zong Shou had stated it so plainly, without the slightest attempt to conceal it. Everything today had been orchestrated to draw them here. With this mysterious divine technique, Ye Lunhui and Ye Ji would be unable to utilize the power of Kingly Martial Arts, forced to fight using only their inherent peak Saint Realm strength. Now, he wondered what method Zong Shou would employ to ensure the demise of Ye Ji and Ye Lunhui? There certainly must be one, and he must be at least ninety percent certain!

Waves of horror shook his mind. If Ye Lunhui and Ye Ji died, Ran Long still stood a chance of surviving this domain void. The only thing that offered Ran Long a sliver of relief was that the Twelve Nation-Guarding Bronze Men had been scattered by the combined might of the two Sovereigns earlier and had not been able to regroup in time to enter this narrow space. Otherwise, this battle would likely be over before it began. Any Saint Realm expert would probably be unable to retreat unscathed from the combined assault of those twelve Bronze Men.

Ye Lunhui’s eyelids twitched. Although he feigned composure, the darkness in his eyes was exceptionally grim. Finally, he let out a dry laugh: “If that is the case, then I shall wait and witness Your Majesty’s methods.”

Ye Ji, however, was far more composed. His gaze was merely heavy, followed by a cold sneer. While this man undoubtedly held a hidden trump card capable of causing their demise, who was to say that the two of them lacked means of self-preservation? The victor would not be decided until the very end. However, from this moment on, they would need to exercise extreme caution, leaving no room for the slightest oversight.

Zong Shou couldn't be bothered to speak further. He had never possessed the habit of idle chatter, and now was hardly the time to waste words on these three doomed individuals. He stated calmly, “My technique is named the Six Gods Control Blade Art. Enhanced by a divine treasure, it has thus ascended to the rank of a Thirteenth-Tier Supreme Divine Ability. I advise the two Sovereigns to be cautious!”

A sliver of white blade energy suddenly sprang forth from his right hand, coiling around his fingers. As a pair of faintly visible wings materialized on either side of the blade energy, the aura became startlingly sharp. Even Zong Shou could not fully control it, yet he meticulously and methodically applied layer after layer of Grand Dao divine decrees upon it, following the methods of the Six Gods Control Blade Art, which he himself had completely redesigned.

Time, Space, Karma, Fate, Beginning, and End. Besides these, there was also ‘The Dao’—the blade energy gradually turned black and white, with a swirling Yin-Yang fish diagram circling it. This completely reconstructed Six Gods Control Blade Art was being used in real combat for the very first time; he wondered about its true power, whether it would meet expectations.

Across from him, even Ye Ji’s face had turned as pale as paper. The moment that blade energy appeared, he felt his heart pound violently. What had Zong Shou just said? Six Gods Control Blade Art, Thirteenth-Tier Supreme Divine Ability?