Free Web NovelChapter 454: Chapter 82: Wielding the Whip High, the Emperor’s Blood Falls, the Primordial Usurps the Years
「The Human World.」
"It’s... it’s raining."
The moment the Thunder Division officially declared its secession from the South Pole Celestial Court, the Eastern, Western, and Southern Sea Dragon Kings, who had been quietly observing and lying in wait, soared into the sky.
They summoned great gales and brought down torrential rains, a blessing upon the world!
From beneath the North Sea, the Dragon Girl Ao Xianzhi also rose on a cloud, carrying numerous medicinal herbs and Immortal Fruits from the North Sea Dragon Palace. She dissolved them into the mist, letting a spiritual rain fall over the northern lands.
Wherever the raindrops touched, arid lands turned green in an instant. In the parched fields, crops like wheat and rice grew in a single breath, presenting the image of a bountiful harvest in mere moments!
At that moment, in a major city, Xiang Yu, wearing a headscarf and ladling out porridge for refugees, gazed at the downpour. Before he could rejoice, his eyes narrowed and his expression froze.
His double-pupiled eyes swirled, reflecting scenes of clashing Weapons. He silently stretched his limbs, the cracking of his joints like peals of thunder. A purple aura surrounded him, making him seem like a Saint descended from the heavens!
Xiang Yu glanced at the cheering, jubilant crowd and frowned.
"Why are there so many of these lowborns?"
His earlier benevolence vanished. He strode coldly back into his lavish mansion and commanded an aide:
"Gather my men from Jiangdong. Contact the remaining nobles of the Six Kingdoms. Forge blades and cast armor. The Qin Emperor is a tyrant, and Profound Yellow sows chaos. After a thousand years, it is time for the curtain to fall on the tyrannical Qin."
The men at his side looked at each other in dismay.
When no one responded, Xiang Yu’s anger flared. His double-pupiled eyes swirled, and the grand spectacle of clashing Weapons manifested around him. In the pouring rain, the servants at his side exploded into a bloody mist!
"Useless," he remarked coldly.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the land, deep within an old mountain forest, in a thatched hut, Liu Bang, who was quietly cultivating his mind and body, abruptly stood up. He was seized by a sudden daze, as if he saw a giant Cyan Lotus descend and envelop him completely.
An incense stick’s time later, Liu Bang opened his eyes again. A purple aura emanated from his body. To his left floated a vision of the ancient Cyan Celestial Realm, while to his right swirled an image of the Nine Nether and Yellow Springs.
He exhaled, and two pillars of white energy shot from his nostrils, striking the ground and bursting outward!
’ROAR!’
It sounded like a dragon’s roar from the heavens.
Liu Bang frowned, his former transcendent calm completely gone. He casually grabbed a Copper Sword leaning in a corner, strode out of the thatched hut, and tilted his head to the sky.
In the sky, a newly adult True Dragon, roughly at the True Immortal level, coiled and twisted as it brought down the blessed rain.
The True Dragon seemed to sense him. It lowered its head, saw the sword-wielding middle-aged man below, and grinned.
"Human, I have come to relieve your suffering. The drought will end, and the winds and rains will be favorable. You may rest easy—"
’SHING!’
The True Dragon’s smile froze. A flash of sword light, accompanied by visions of a Cyan Lotus and the Netherworld, shot upward, severing its head and obliterating its Soul!
Dragon Blood rained down.
Liu Bang stood bathed in the Dragon Blood, the Copper Sword in his hand stained crimson. He stared as the Dragon Corpse plummeted, smashing into a mountain peak and causing it to collapse.
"To relieve suffering without an order from the East Pole is to overstep one’s bounds. You deserved to die."
He spoke coldly, flicking the Dragon-Blood-soaked Copper Sword.
"From now on, your name shall be Chixiao. I will wield you to slay dragons."
With that, Liu Bang turned, pointing his sword toward Xianyang, and grinned.
"The Great Qin is a dragon, and I shall slay it. Slay it!"
...
「South Pole Celestial Court.」
’ROAR!’
The Ancestral Dragon let out a long cry as its Dragon Claw descended. Duobao smiled as his palm fell, creating a Buddha Country!
As the fortune of the entire Southern Celestial Court plummeted, the complexion of the Emperor of Longevity, whose fate was inextricably linked to it, turned deathly pale.
Now, hunted by two top-tier Daluo working in concert, he was struck hard, and his Emperor’s Blood scattered!
"Pin him down!"
Lu Xuan, sitting upright on the Big Black Bull’s back, calmly watched the Emperor’s Blood drift down and gave the order.
The Ancestral Dragon obeyed and Duobao nodded. The massive Dragon Claw severed the flow of Time, and the Buddha’s Palm sealed the heavens, the earth, and the Human World, locking the Emperor of Longevity in place.
"Allow me."
Supreme Profound Clarity, clad in a Daoist Robe with a Daoist Temple atop his head, strolled forward, lotuses blooming with his every step. He held a whip high and asked coldly:
"South Pole Longevity, do you know your crime?"
The South Pole Emperor’s eyes turned red. At this moment, more than half the Immortal Gods of the Celestial Realm had gathered to watch—he was truly a spectacle for all!
He roared furiously:
"Gouchen! Qing Hua! Where are you?!"
Supreme Profound Clarity frowned and brought his whip crashing down. The Ancestral Dragon and Duobao tacitly unleashed their Great Magical Power, briefly suppressing the South Pole Emperor’s Innate Physique and his Heaven-Reaching Cultivation.
Not far away, three Immortal Ladies tossed over a Primordial Golden Dipper. The Supreme Treasure spun rapidly, instantly shaving off another three-tenths of the South Pole Emperor’s Cultivation!
If he were not a Daluo, if he did not possess the splendor of attaining eternal proof, his Cultivation would likely have been completely shattered by the Primordial Golden Dipper.
The next instant, the whip made of an Ancient Tree Branch fell. With his Cultivation weakened and his Physique suppressed, the South Pole Emperor was utterly unable to resist.
As the whip struck, a bloody welt erupted on his body!
An intense pain that struck directly at his Soul erupted, and even a Daluo like him could not help but let out a muffled grunt.
Supreme Profound Clarity asked again, his voice cold.
"South Pole Longevity, do you know your crime?"
The Emperor raised his head, his expression furious.
"How dare you humiliate me so? After this, it will be a war to the death between Immortals and humans! I will call down heavenly retribution!"
"Good!"
Supreme Profound Clarity gave a cold laugh as his whip fell again, drawing more Emperor’s Blood.
By now, the myriad assembled Immortals had already defeated and scattered the Five Directions Five Elders and the North Pole’s Dou Division. They had returned and were now silently watching the Daoist flog the Great Emperor.
With each crack of the whip, the South Pole Emperor could no longer bear the pain, letting out hoarse screams. He was drenched in blood, his hair a mess—a truly pathetic sight!
Where was the dignity of a Lord of a Celestial Court?
One lash every quarter of an hour.
By the hundredth lash, he was completely covered in blood. The Celestial Realm fell deathly silent. Many powerful Immortals watched on, fear dawning in their eyes as they remembered the West Pole Celestial Palace from twenty thousand years ago! freewёbn૦νeɭ.com
By the eight-hundredth lash, the Ancient Tree Branch, now stained with the blood of two Daluo Emperors, began to glow. Its power surged, exuding a world-shaking aura!
With one lash every quarter hour, three months had passed by the nine-thousandth strike. The South Pole Emperor was almost unrecognizable, a mangled mess of flesh and blood. Even his Dao Foundation was beginning to waver!
"Do you know your crime?"
Supreme Profound Clarity asked once more.
"After today..." The Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole raised his head, his hair a mess, and coughed up a mouthful of Emperor’s Blood, hissing:
"I will raise an army and march upon the Human World."
"Good." The coldness on Supreme Profound Clarity’s face intensified. Lu Xuan, who had been observing quietly, rose from the Big Black Bull’s back. In front of all the assembled Immortals, he took several steps forward.
He leaned down slightly, gazing at the Emperor, who was forced to his knees on a cloud by the Ancestral Dragon and Tathagata Duobao.
"Say that again."
As he spoke, Lu Xuan opened his hand, miming the grip of a sword, as if he held a long blade ready to strike at any moment.
The South Pole Emperor fell silent.
He was a Daluo; unless his Dao Fruit was destroyed, he was nigh Undying and Immortal. Supreme Profound Clarity couldn’t truly harm him, nor could the Ancestral Dragon or Duobao.
But...
Beneath the Qing Ping Sword, all was vanity.
The Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole didn’t dare to take the gamble. This Profound Yellow was a madman!
If he really brought that sword down, his death would be for nothing!
The hearts of the myriad Immortals trembled. This scene was more terrifying than watching the Daoist flog the Emperor nine thousand times.
A Daluo Emperor... had bowed his head before the figure in the Emperor’s Robe.
"I..."
The South Pole Emperor spoke through gritted teeth:
"...was wrong."
"Good." Lu Xuan straightened up and said nonchalantly, "You will downgrade your Celestial Court to a Celestial Palace. How does that sound?"
The Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole snapped his head up, a ferocious light exploding in his eyes. He was on the verge of fighting to the death!
From the distance, a stern voice called out:
"Profound Yellow, that’s enough!"
The myriad Immortals turned to look. Faint Immortal Light shimmered as a Female Immortal strode forward, surrounded by the aura of Time itself, arriving as if walking upon the Years.
It was the Jade Pool Immortal Mother.
From the other three directions, the East Pole Qing Hua Emperor, wreathed in visions of both the Cyan Lotus and the Netherworld; the West Pole Emperor Gouchen, reeking of clashing Weapons; and the Emperor Ziwei of the North Pole, crowned with the stars of the cosmic Circulation, also arrived.
With the arrival of four top-tier Daluo, the clamoring host of Immortals fell momentarily silent. The expressions of the Golden Spirit Saint Mother and her allies tensed.
Even the Ancestral Dragon, Duobao, and the Ancient Daoist stretched across the horizon grew solemn.
The powerful auras of the two sides clashed, kicking up monstrous waves of energy that exploded in all directions, sweeping across the entirety of the Thirty-Three Celestial Realms!
The Celestial Realm fell deathly silent. A few Upper Celestial Venerables, who could barely peer through the terrifying auras from afar, turned pale as they realized how dire the situation had become.
If things went poorly today, a war to the death between Daluo might erupt—a war involving nearly ten Daluo!
If such a battle were to break out, half of the Thirty-Three Celestial Realms might be destroyed!
Even in Lingxiao Hall, the Emperor Corpse who had been enjoying the show grew solemn.
He frowned, thinking to himself, ’The way this is unfolding has already exceeded my initial expectations and disrupted the grander scheme...’
Time flowed by slowly. At the South Pole Celestial Court, the clashing auras grew ever more turbulent. The assembled Immortals found it difficult to breathe.
Even some beings from across the Celestial Realms began to break out in a sweat!
Lu Xuan stood shoulder to shoulder with Supreme Profound Clarity, gazing at the Immortal Mother.
He spoke coolly:
"What, does the Immortal Mother intend to upend the board? Care to try?"
The Immortal Mother’s eyes flashed. Suppressing her anger, she didn’t respond to him directly but instead glanced coldly at the host of Immortals below.
"Shouldn’t you all be scrambling back to your respective Celestial Courts?"
Her voice was frigid. The Immortals looked at one another, until a more hot-tempered one stepped forward.
"Queen Mother, the Celestial Emperor who wields The Investiture of the Gods has not yet spoken. You... should just let it go!"
The Immortal Mother’s expression sank, her anger clearly rising. Just then, Lu Xuan also spoke in a nonchalant tone:
"He’s right. His Majesty the Celestial Emperor hasn’t said a word. Immortal Mother, I’m afraid you’re... overstepping your bounds, aren’t you?"
The anger on the Immortal Mother’s face vanished instantly, her expression becoming unreadable. She said coolly:
"Profound Yellow Emperor, let this matter end here. The Immortals will return to their Celestial Courts, and we will not pursue the matter of the Thunder Division. Is that acceptable?"
After a pause, she huffed.
"The [Jie Sect] must not be allowed to reunite, and Biyou Palace must never again enter the Great Heaven and Earth. This was the decree set down by the Yuqing Primordial Heavenly Venerate. What, do the Profound Yellow Emperor and Supreme Profound Clarity wish to defy it?"
Lu Xuan raised an eyebrow. ’There’s a decree like that?’
He glanced at Tathagata Duobao and Senior Brother Xuandu, both of whom gave a slight nod, confirming it.
The Immortal Mother sneered again.
"What? The Profound Yellow Emperor, as the successor of the Direct Lineage of Biyou Palace, is unaware of this matter? Back then, the Yuqing Lineage and the Shangqing Lineage slaughtered one another, and Immortals fell like rain!"
Pausing, her gaze grew colder as she held out a hand.
"Though I do not hold The Investiture of the Gods, I do hold this decree!"
As her voice fell, a brilliant golden decree materialized. Immortal Light swirled around it, radiating a divine splendor as vast as an abyss. It was handwritten by none other than the Primordial Great Celestial Venerable himself!
When the great decree from Ancient Times appeared, a commotion swept through the host of Immortals. Duobao’s face was grim.
"Profound Yellow Emperor, do you intend to defy the decree of the Primordial!"
The Immortal Mother’s voice rose an octave as she demanded sharply!
Beneath his Bronze Mask, Lu Xuan’s expression flickered. ’I really didn’t know about this conflict between the Second and Third Masters,’ he thought, feeling troubled.
He didn’t particularly care whether the South Pole Celestial Court was demoted to a Celestial Palace; his initial goal had already been achieved.
The real problem was that if the assembled Immortals were to disperse now, and he were to accept this decree, he feared it would be difficult to use the Fishing Drum again in the future.
When the time came to assail the heavens, he wouldn’t be able to make the myriad Immortals give him a wide berth.
For a moment, Lu Xuan fell silent. The other Emperors—all except South Pole Longevity—revealed smiles. The Immortal Mother pressed on:
"This decree! Will you obey it, or not?!"
"We will obey!"
Lu Xuan spoke in a level voice. He let out a long breath and was about to dismiss the assembled Immortals.
Suddenly, RUMBLE!
The River of Time suddenly manifested.
The several Daluo, as well as Lu Xuan—who as [The Variable] was unaffected by changes in Time—all saw the River of Time.
Within the river, a grand scene appeared, taking place hundreds of thousands of years ago, at the moment of the Shang Dynasty’s fall and the Zhou Dynasty’s rise!
A vast Immortal Palace stood there. A middle-aged Daoist sat cross-legged at its highest point, his form wreathed in shadows, as if countless overlapping Cosmoses rose and fell around him.
Across the gulf of hundreds of thousands of Years, that Daoist smiled at Lu Xuan and tore the freshly written Decree in his hand to shreds!
The next instant, the River of Time vanished. Time corrected itself, history changed, and the great decree in the Immortal Mother’s hand dissolved into nothing!
The Daluo were all dumbfounded.
From beyond the heavens, a Daoist Palace came crashing down.
