513: An unexpected event has occurred: the Celestial Emperor of the Azure Sky has appeared!

Saint Heaven Immortal Emperor burst into laughter, pointing at Su Ming as he jokingly scolded him.

"You little rascal!"

Immediately after, his expression turned solemn, his Emperors Might becoming as heavy as a prison, and his voice resounded throughout the entire Sacred Heaven Sect.

"Pass down my order!"

"From this day forth, Su Ming is an eternal friend of our Sacred Heaven Sect! To see him is to see me!"

"His business is the Sacred Heaven Sect's business!"

"Whoever makes an enemy of him shall be a mortal foe of my Sacred Heaven Sect, unto death!"

As he finished speaking, he forced a drop of golden Emperor's blood from his fingertip and carved an ancient token in the air. On the token was a single word—'Saint'!

"Young friend, with this token, everyone in the Sacred Heaven Sect, except for me, shall follow your commands!"

The token transformed into a streak of light and landed steadily in Su Ming's hand. It was warm to the touch, as if it still carried the heartbeat of an Immortal Emperor.

The surrounding Elders held their breath, looking at the token in Su Ming's hand with unconcealed shock and envy.

This was no longer just a favor; this was giving Su Ming half of the Sacred Heaven Sect!

Su Ming weighed the token in his hand; the texture was quite good.

Only then did he reveal a genuine smile, saying to the Saint Heaven Immortal Emperor.

"Then this Junior shall not refuse such kindness."

Having said that, he pulled along Su Qingyuan, who was already dazed by the side, and turned to leave.

"Ah, Young Friend Su, won't you stay for a cup of tea?"

"I have some enlightenment tea that has been stored for many years..."

Saint Heaven Immortal Emperor called out warmly from behind.

Su Ming waved his hand without looking back.

"No, Senior. Once the crisis of the Eerie Immortal Emperor is resolved, this Junior will certainly come for a chat."

The two turned into a streak of light and disappeared into the horizon.

It wasn't until they flew out of the Sacred Heaven Sect's range that Su Qingyuan suddenly snapped out of it, grabbing Su Ming's arm with a trembling voice.

"Su Ming, that was an Immortal Emperor Command!"

"This means that we now have a real Immortal Emperor standing behind us!"

Su Ming turned his head, looked at her nervous little face, and suddenly grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.

"From now on, we no longer have to worry about the threat of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect."

He toyed with the token in his hand, a hint of a smile appearing on his face... Two months passed quietly.

When Su Ming and Su Qingyuan stepped onto the bluestone steps of the Immortal Sword Manor, the mountain wind was a few degrees cooler than when they had left.

The entire manor seemed somewhat deserted.

Aside from those of their Sword Pavilion who were still in the manor, no one else was there.

Zi You had been waiting for a long time. Seeing the two return safely, her tense expression finally relaxed a bit.

"Sister Zi You, why is it so quiet in the manor?"

Su Qingyuan stepped forward quickly and asked in confusion.

Zi You looked at Su Ming, her tone carrying a hint of oddness.

"Just a few days before you returned, Sword Thirteen left for the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect."

Su Ming was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then burst out laughing.

He naturally knew why Sword Thirteen had suddenly left.

It must be that the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect suffered a setback at the Sacred Heaven Sect and then summoned Sword Thirteen, who was unaware of the truth.

But now, he no longer cared about any of that.

With the crisis resolved, he could finally Cultivate in peace.

"Senior Sister, there are still four years. We just need to Cultivate in peace during these four years!"

Su Ming stood before that dilapidated thatched hut and gave a casual reminder.

As he finished speaking,

Su Ming pushed open the door; the furnishings inside were extremely simple.

He sat cross-legged, and with a thought, a panel that only he could see appeared in his Sea of Consciousness.

"There is still one simulation attempt left."

Su Ming rubbed his chin with his fingertip, a thoughtful look flashing in his eyes.

Now that the crisis of the Sacred Heaven Sect was temporarily resolved and the Grand Elder of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect was dead.

Even if the Nine Heavens Immortal Emperor wanted to push someone else forward, he wouldn't be able to.

The Nine Heavens Immortal Sect no longer had such a Foundation.

Thinking of this!

With a wave of Su Ming's hand, the originally empty thatched hut was instantly filled with a pile of crystal-clear Immortal Stones.

These Immortal Stones emitted a dense Immortal Spiritual Qi, each one clear and flawless.

These were the top-grade Immortal Stones he had skimmed from that old miser, the Saint Heaven Immortal Emperor, before leaving the Sacred Heaven Sect.

Although Su Ming had said on the surface that he didn't need anything from their Sect, that was only on the surface.

Privately, he had still approached the Saint Heaven Immortal Emperor in secret.

You see, if the Disciples of the Sacred Heaven Sect saw this, it would more or less cause dissatisfaction.

After all, Su Ming was only an Immortal Lord First Heaven Disciple; his Realm wasn't even as high as many people in the Sacred Heaven Sect.

Then, Su Ming closed his eyes and circulated his Cultivation Technique.

The surrounding Immortal Stones began to vibrate slightly, and threads of pure energy visible to the naked eye were forcibly pulled out, entering his Meridians through his pores.

This feeling of Immortal Power infusion was not gentle; instead, it carried a domineering tearing sensation.

Su Ming didn't even twitch an eyebrow. Compared to the outcomes in the simulations where he frequently died and his Dao was extinguished, this bit of pain was like a mere itch.

With the influx of a large amount of Immortal Spiritual Qi, the Dharmic power within his body began to soar rapidly.

Outside the thatched hut, the originally calm Spiritual Qi began to gather here, forming a subtle vortex.

Su Ming's heart was as calm as still water. He knew very well that these four years might seem long, but in the eyes of a Cultivator, they were but a fleeting moment... Four years passed in the blink of an eye.

Inside the thatched hut, the originally mountain-like pile of top-grade Immortal Stones had long been exhausted.

Only a floor of grayish-white stone powder remained, scattering with a rustle whenever the wind blew.

Su Ming opened his eyes, and the touch of Chaos within the depths of his pupils grew even more profound.

He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air; the breath condensed in mid-air without dispersing, actually emitting bursts of rumbling sounds like muffled thunder.

"The Chaos Body is truly an ancestor that's impossible to afford."

Immortal Lord First Heaven Late Stage.

After a full four years and exhausting the resources provided by the Saint Heaven Immortal Emperor.

His Realm was actually stuck firmly at the threshold of the Immortal Lord First Heaven, unable to step into the Second Heaven for a long time.

If it were an ordinary Genius, with these resources piled up, they could have at least charged to the Immortal Lord Triple Heaven or even higher.

But in his case, this pure Immortal Qi, aside from stirring up a few ripples, didn't even make a sound.

This wasn't a problem of talent.

In terms of refining speed, there was probably no one in this world who could compare with the Chaos Body.

Even the most violent energy would be instantly tamed upon entering his body.

But the key to the problem was that his Foundation was simply too thick.

At the same Realm, the total amount of Dharmic power contained within his body was dozens or even a hundred times that of Cultivators of the same rank.

This all-around suppression certainly gave him the confidence for cross-rank killing, but it also made his path to Breakthrough exceptionally difficult.

Every small step up in rank required an amount of resources that would be enough to bankrupt a second-rate Sect.

"Although my Realm hasn't moved, my combat power has certainly become much more refined."

Su Ming stood up and casually made a grasping motion at the void.

In his palm, the space was actually shaken into several fine cracks by the power of this squeeze.

He pushed open the wooden door, and the long-unseen sunlight spilled onto his face, making him squint slightly.

"Calculating the time, the day of the Eerie Immortal Emperor's invasion is about to arrive."

In the next second, several bursts of Emperor's Might appeared within the manor.

However, what surprised Su Ming was that this time, there was actually one more burst of Emperor's Might than in his memory.

"That is... the Immortal Emperor Cangqiong?"

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