140: Great Confucian scholars will debate the scriptures for me.

That palm.

It came from the Nine Heavens, obscuring the light of the sky, replacing the firmament.

It was so vast, so vast that an immortal capital like the Nine Heavens Divine City was as insignificant as a speck of dust beneath its palm prints.

It was so profound; what coiled upon it was not immortal essence, nor Law, but billions of threads of Dao Origin, clearly visible yet impossible to comprehend!

The sun, moon, and stars were born and perished between its fingers.

The Universe and the primordial expanse cycled through Reincarnation within its palm.

Before this palm, so-called Immortal Lords and so-called Immortal Kings all lost their meaning.

It was an absolute suppression on the level of life itself.

Like a Mortal gazing up at the Heavenly Dao.

"No..."

Purple Lightning Lord's Face, twisted with rage, froze completely at this moment.

The Killing Intent and rage in his eyes, capable of burning through mountains and rivers, were washed away clean from head to toe, as if by a basin of ice water from the abyss of Chaos.

Only the most primitive, most pure fear remained.

The terrifying Aura of his Middle Stage Immortal Lord cultivation was not defeated the moment that palm appeared, but rather... "erased".

As if it had never existed.

He felt as if he had turned into an ant facing the foot of a giant about to crush it.

He wanted to flee, but his body couldn't move even a fraction.

He wanted to scream, but his Divine Soul had long been frozen under that imperial Aura, unable to make a sound.

He could only watch helplessly as that shadow, representing absolute death, slowly descended.

On the other side, Gao Yangshuo's situation was no better.

His Perfection Immortal King Aura was similarly as fragile as a thin sheet of paper before that palm.

His old Face, which had lived for nearly a million years and had long since seen through the winds and clouds, was now filled with unprecedented shock and fanaticism!

"Imperial... imperial Aura..."

"It is the real, living, supreme imperial Aura!"

He struggled to squeeze these words out from his throat.

All their previous guesses, all their deductions, were verified at this moment!

That Senior Chu was not someone who ascended from the Lower Realm at all!

He was a living, supreme Immortal Emperor walking among humans!

Thinking of this, Gao Yangshuo's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat!

But immediately after, an irrepressible ecstasy surged into his heart!

An Immortal Emperor!

That was a supreme existence that only existed in ancient legends!

And his Xuantian Immortal Dynasty had unintentionally formed a good bond with such an existence!

What a massive, supreme Opportunity, enough to change the landscape of the entire Immortal Realm!

Above the battle stage.

Ye Chenfeng and the other three also gazed up at that giant hand.

There was no fear in their eyes, only deep shock and, naturally, reverence.

This was the power of their Revered Master.

This was the most solid backing of their Myriad Dao Divine Sect.

...

Myriad Dao Divine Mountain small courtyard.

Chu Xuanjin was still lying on the rocking chair, just having changed his posture, lying on his side, supporting his head with one hand.

He squinted one eye, watching the scene in the Void Realm that looked like a live broadcast.

"The effect of this 'Heavenly Illusion Breath-Concealing Mantra' is really not just for show."

He could clearly feel the vast, boundless "Early Stage Immortal Emperor" Aura within his body, simulated by his Divine Ability, perfectly projecting onto the Nine Heavens Divine City through his understanding of the Dao.

That giant hand covering the sky looked scary.

In fact, 99% of it was special effects.

It was a gorgeous, hollow projection condensed from that fake imperial Aura combined with his understanding of the Space Dao.

The actual lethality contained within it was still just his Late Stage Immortal Lord cultivation.

Thinking of slapping an Immortal King or Immortal Lord to death was purely dreaming.

But what did that matter?

"Sigh, although the Aura is fake and the attack is empty."

Chu Xuanjin yawned, thinking lazily.

"But as long as they don't know, isn't that enough?"

"As the saying goes, as long as I am not embarrassed, the embarrassed ones are others."

"Once they finish overthinking it, naturally there will be great scholars to debate the scriptures for me."

He knew very well that his slap didn't need to cause much actual damage at all.

All it needed to do was demonstrate a "possibility".

A possibility of "I can easily crush you".

That was enough.

The rest, that group of smart people, would help him make the story more real than the truth.

"Alright, time to wrap up."

He stretched, feeling that maintaining that huge projection had consumed quite a bit of mental energy.

"Time for a nap."

...

Everyone thought that it would be a world-destroying collision.

Everyone thought that the entire Nine Heavens Divine City would be turned into cosmic dust beneath that palm.

However.

It did not.

That giant hand, enough to make an Immortal King feel despair, just as it was about to touch the Zixiao Dao Field, actually... paused slightly.

Then, as if caressing a work of art, it gently pressed against it.

"Pop."

A soft sound.

The sound was very light, very soft.

Just like a child popping a soap bubble in the summer.

Immediately after.

Under the gaze of everyone, dull and unable to comprehend.

An incredible scene occurred.

That magnificent Dao Field, forged from Purple Gold Immortal Ore and ten-thousand-year lightning-struck wood, inscribed with countless immortal-grade Formations, and claimed to be unshakable even by Immortal Kings.

Began to decompose.

Not an explosion, not a collapse.

It was decomposition.

Just like a sandcastle being gently washed away by a wave.

Those indestructible Purple Gold Immortal Ores turned into the most primitive purple metal powder.

Those ten-thousand-year lightning-struck woods containing lightning Law turned into the purest cyan wood shavings.

Those immortal-grade Formations flickering with profound light turned into the purest, colorless energy particles.

All the buildings, all the carved beams and painted pillars, all the pavilions and towers.

Lost their original forms in that instant.

Silently, they turned into a colorful, gorgeous dust.

Then, like fine sand in an hourglass, it drifted downwards with a rustling sound.

Less than three breaths.

That magnificent Dao Field, representing the supreme majesty of the Purple Cloud Sacred Land and standing in the Imperial Capital for tens of thousands of years.

Just like that, it completely vanished from everyone's sight.

Leaving behind only an empty, flat foundation, as if no building had ever existed.

And that colorful dust drifting across the sky.

A breeze blew past.

The dust slowly dispersed.

That giant hand covering the sky also transformed into specks of flowing light, dissipating into nothingness.

As if it had never appeared.

Above the Nine Heavens, sunlight fell again.

Warm and bright.

But on the square, hundreds of thousands of Cultivators could not feel even a shred of warmth.

They only felt a chill deep into their marrow surging wildly up their spines, straight to their crowns!

Dead.

Everyone's brains were dead at this moment.

They stared blankly at the empty space before them, looking at the leveled Zixiao Dao Field, their minds completely blank.

What just happened?

That Dao Field... was it erased?

"Thump."

A muffled sound broke this deathly silence.

Purple Lightning Lord's knees went weak, and he knelt down straight.

There was no color left on his arrogant Face.

His eyes were empty, unfocused, filled with endless confusion and fear.

His Dao Heart had been completely crushed under that understated "caress".

He was finished.

He knew he was completely finished.

"Hiss—!"

I don't know who was the first to recover from that extreme shock, gasping in a breath of cold air enough to drain their lungs!

Immediately after!

"Gulp!"

"Oh my god!"

"Divine... Divine miracle! This is a divine miracle!"

The entire square exploded instantly!

Countless Cultivators, as if drained of all their strength, collapsed onto the ground!

Their bodies were trembling uncontrollably and violently!

Their Faces were filled with the relief of surviving a catastrophe and supreme awe for that unknown power!

Too terrifying!

This method of directly decomposing a magnificent building from the material level into the most primitive particles was ten thousand times more terrifying than simple violent destruction!

This represented absolute, extreme control over the Laws of all things!

This was the authority that only a Creator God possessed!

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

On the square, a large crowd knelt down!

Countless Cultivators were actually uncontrollably kowtowing towards the direction where the giant hand had disappeared!

They were worshipping a deity!

"Hahaha... hahahaha..."

Right in the midst of this Chaos and awe, a slightly manic laughter rang out abruptly.

It was Gao Yangshuo!

He stood at the bow of the [nine heavens dragon boat], his beard and hair flying, tears streaming down his old Face!

He did not kneel.

He just bowed deeply, deeply, towards the empty firmament!

"Old man Gao Yangshuo, on behalf of the billions of the Xuantian Immortal Dynasty, respectfully sees off... the Imperial Carriage!"

His voice, containing his Perfection Immortal King cultivation, spread throughout the entire Nine Heavens Divine City!

And it provided the final definitive conclusion for that world-destroying scene just now!

The Imperial Carriage!

The person who attacked was an Immortal Emperor!

This news was like a nuclear bomb capable of detonating the entire Immortal Realm!

Instantly shattering the last trace of doubt in everyone's hearts!

"So that's how it is... so that's how it is!"

Gao Yangshuo straightened up, his Face full of excitement and fanaticism!

He walked quickly off the dragon boat, completely ignoring the pile of Purple Lightning Lord, who was like mud on the ground.

He walked straight to the front of the battle stage.

He looked at the four figures on the stage, who were also in shock but still stood straight, the smile on his Face as bright as a blooming sunflower.

"Four Your Highnesses!"

He bowed deeply to Ye Chenfeng and the other three again!

Only this time, his posture was infinitely lower than before!

That was not respect for an ally.

But absolute reverence from a subordinate to a superior!

"This old man has eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai!"

"Previously, there was much neglect, I hope the four Your Highnesses will forgive me!"

Ye Chenfeng recovered from that extreme shock.

He looked at the royal Old Ancestor before him, whose attitude had changed 360 degrees, and felt deeply moved.

Revered Master could always use the simplest, most direct way to solve all problems.

He took a deep breath and nodded slightly to Gao Yangshuo.

"Your Highness is being too serious."

"We did not know that Revered Master would suddenly make a move."

"Those who do not know are not guilty! Those who do not know are not guilty!" Gao Yangshuo waved his hands repeatedly, his Face beaming with joy.

Now, looking at Ye Chenfeng and the other three, he felt even closer than looking at his own grandsons!

How were these four young people!

These were clearly four golden, heaven-reaching thighs!

"Right!"

Gao Yangshuo seemed to have remembered something and slapped his head.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over those few Prodigies who were already so scared they were incontinent and slumped on the ground.

Luo Lie, Bibo Fairy, Lei Ming.

The smile on his Face instantly vanished, becoming cold and grim.

"Come here!"

He gave the order!

On the dragon boat, a team of golden-armored guards flew down instantly, surrounding them!

"Your... Your Highness, spare my life!"

Lei Ming crawled, kneeling in front of Gao Yangshuo, hugging his thigh and crying.

"I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

"I beg Your Highness, for the sake of my Grandmaster, Immortal King Leiyuan, spare my life!"

"Immortal King Leiyuan?"

Gao Yangshuo sneered upon hearing this.

He kicked Lei Ming to the ground.

"What is he?"

"Is he worthy of mentioning Face before me?"

"Offending the Imperial Messenger, intending to harm the Immortal Emperor's disciples! This is a heinous crime!"

"According to our Immortal Dynasty Laws, all nine generations should be executed!"

His words were filled with Killing Intent, without a shred of emotion!

Lei Ming was completely desperate!

"As for you all..."

Gao Yangshuo's gaze fell on Luo Lie and Bibo Fairy.

Those two were already pale with fright.

"Go back and tell your Sect Master."

Gao Yangshuo's voice was like the icy wind of winter.

"Within three days, let them bind their own hands, bring all the Sect's classics and treasures, and come to the Nine Heavens Divine City to plead guilty to the four Your Highnesses."

"Three days later, if they haven't arrived..."

"Then their Sect will have no need to exist."

After doing all this, he revealed that warm smile again and turned to look at Ye Chenfeng.

"Your Highness Ye, what do you think? Is this old man's handling satisfactory?"

Ye Chenfeng looked at the old fox before him, who changed his Face faster than turning a page, and felt a bit speechless.

He thought for a moment and said.

"Revered Master only said to let us come and wreck the place."

"As for these subsequent trivial matters..."

He glanced at the two clusters of immortal emperor origin source still floating in mid-air, emitting an alluring light.

"We have no interest."

"Everything is up to Your Highness to decide."

"Good! Good! Good!"

Gao Yangshuo laughed and clapped his hands upon hearing this!

This was exactly the sentence he wanted!

This meant that the Myriad Dao Divine Sect had handed over the right to dispose of these spoils of war entirely to his Xuantian Immortal Dynasty!

What great trust!

What generosity!

"Your Highness Ye is very righteous!"

Gao Yangshuo bowed to Ye Chenfeng again.

He cleared his throat, and his voice spread throughout the entire venue again!

"Pass on my order!"

"From this moment on, seal off the Nine Heavens Divine City! All those related to the Purple Cloud Sacred Land are to be executed on the spot!"

"Send a message to the 'East Suppressing Army'! Deploy troops to the Eastern Region!"

"This King wants that Purple Cloud Sacred Land to completely disappear from the map of the Xuantian Immortal Domain within three days!"

His words were sonorous and powerful, domineering and unparalleled!

He had both shown loyalty to that unknown Immortal Emperor.

And had taken this Opportunity to eradicate a major threat.

Killing two birds with one stone!

This old fox's abacus was clicking loudly!

On the square, all the Cultivators, looking at this sudden turn of events, had only one thought in their hearts.

The Eastern Region was about to change.

No.

The entire Xuantian Immortal Domain was about to change!