732: Chapter 733 I am the Heavenly Emperor!

Upon hearing this, the worry on Xuan Yangzi's face eased slightly, but a heavy haze deep within his eyes did not dissipate.

His lips moved slightly as if he wanted to say something. His gaze lingered on Gu Changge's calm profile for a long time before finally turning into a nearly inaudible sigh, swallowing his words back down.

Gu Changge seemed to sense it. He turned his head, his clear gaze appearing as if it could see through one's heart. "What does Senior Brother wish to say? Please, speak freely."

Xuan Yangzi's body stiffened slightly, as if his thoughts had been seen through.

He took a deep breath and, no longer hesitating, took a half-step forward and lowered his voice:

"I heard you mention before that the Black Abyss Realm is presided over by five Great Heavenly Emperors, accompanied by over a hundred Immortal Emperors. Their power is overwhelming."

"Although our Azure Profound Sect is currently growing at a rapid pace, our Foundation is still shallow. Forget a Heavenly Emperor, we don't even have a single Immortal Venerable..."

Speaking to this point, Xuan Yangzi's voice grew heavy, and the worry in his eyes deepened:

"I know you arranged for the Qingyun Sect to go on expeditions and sent Disciples into the Immortal Realm for training, all to prepare for the Black Abyss Realm."

"But in my heart, I'm still uncertain. Changge, there are no outsiders here. Give your old brother the truth—what exactly is your Realm?"

Gu Changge listened quietly, his face showing not the slightest hint of surprise.

He naturally understood Xuan Yangzi's concerns. The entire Immortal Realm was unable to contend with the terror of the Black Abyss Realm.

And the current heritage of the Azure Profound Sect was indeed insufficient to support a war against the Black Abyss Realm. Xuan Yangzi's worries were not without reason.

He did not speak immediately, but merely looked up at the sky of the Cangyun World. The indifferent and restrained Aura around him began to surge slowly.

An invisible pressure quietly spread out. It wasn't directed at Xuan Yangzi, but rather it was the supreme Dao Rhyme originating from a Heavenly Emperor. It caused the immortal spirit qi of the entire Cangyun World to tremble, and even the Dao Rhyme on the Enlightenment Platform instinctively withdrew slightly.

Xuan Yangzi's whole body shook. He felt an invisible force envelop him—not an oppression, but a kind of reverence stemming from the depths of his Soul.

It was as if he were facing not his own Junior Brother, but a supreme existence who controlled the Laws of heaven and earth and looked down upon billions of living beings.

A moment later, Gu Changge slowly withdrew his gaze. His eyes fell upon Xuan Yangzi, his tone calm and rippleless, yet carrying a supreme majesty that pressured the heavens. Word by word, he spoke clearly into Xuan Yangzi's ears:

"I am the Heavenly Emperor!"

As those five words fell, they were like heavenly drums and Dao bells booming and exploding deep within Xuan Yangzi's Divine Soul, sending ripples through the Origin Laws of the Cangyun World.

Although that pervasive supreme pressure was released and retracted in an instant, it had already caused the heavens and earth to fall silent and all things to bow their heads.

Xuan Yangzi stood frozen in place, his mind a complete blank. The wisdom and composure he usually displayed while presiding over the Sect and planning for all eventualities were shattered in this moment by the impact of those simple words.

Heavenly Emperor!

Not an Immortal Venerable, not an Immortal Emperor, but a Heavenly Emperor!

His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but he found his throat dry and unable to make any sound.

This Junior Brother he had watched grow up, this always indifferent and mysterious Gu Changge, was actually a Heavenly Emperor?!

The sheer volume of information was too great and too terrifying, such that even as the Sect Master of the Azure Profound Sect at the Immortal King Realm, he needed time to digest this truth that was enough to overturn the perception of the entire Xuanhuang World.

His lips quivered slightly, his voice carrying an unsettled tremor as he confirmed: "Changge, you... you are really a Heavenly Emperor?"

Gu Changge nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping across the sky of the Cangyun World as he spoke slowly: "Senior Brother, you have already seen it."

As his voice fell, his mind moved slightly to look at the System interface, at those tens of millions of years of cultivation.

A thought drifted through Gu Changge's mind: 'Well, Heavenly Emperor is only temporary.'

Xuan Yangzi took several deep breaths and pinched himself hard. The sharp pain and the peaceful Dao Rhyme flowing within his body finally allowed him to confirm that this was not a dream.

Seeing his Senior Brother's dazed state, a very faint trace of warmth flashed through Gu Changge's eyes.

He reached out to support him, a gentle and mellow Dao Rhyme flowing into Xuan Yangzi's body to soothe his violently agitated mind.

"Senior Brother, there is no need for this," Gu Changge's voice returned to its usual calm, yet it carried a steady, reassuring strength.

"It is enough that you know of this matter. There is no need to tell others for the time being, to avoid unnecessary turmoil and speculation."

The look in Xuan Yangzi's eyes as he watched Gu Changge was complex to the extreme—there was shock, realization, wild joy, and even a sense of relief as if a thousand-pound burden had been lifted. Finally, it turned into deep reverence and confidence!

"I understand!"

...

Calm returned to the Cangyun World, with only the Dao Rhyme on the Enlightenment Platform still billowing. It presaged that the entire Azure Profound Sect was silently accumulating power to sweep away everything in the face of the coming upheaval.

In the Immortal Realm, at the center of the Ancient Plain of Fallen Stars, there wasn't a cloud for ten thousand miles. However, an invisible pressure shrouded the surrounding lands, causing even the sound of the wind to stagnate.

Two figures stood a hundred miles apart, confronting each other in the air.

The person on the left wore a Purple Cloud Star Gown and a Seven Star Crown. Billions of miniature star phantoms surrounded him, constantly rising and falling.

His Aura was vast and majestic—he was clearly at the Early Stage of the Immortal King Realm!

He was the most outstanding successor of the Ziwei Star Sect in ten thousand years, Saint Son Xing Wuji. He had ascended to the Early Stage of the Immortal King Realm at less than eight thousand years of age, possessing peerless talent.

The person on the right was clad in profound black demon armor, his physique as burly as a mountain, with dark gold demon patterns crawling over his exposed skin.

Between the opening and closing of his eyes, it seemed as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were drifting within. His Evil Qi surged to the heavens. He held a hideous white bone war spear, its tip dripping with black demon blood that seemed as if it would never dry.

This person was the Demon Son of this generation of the Ancient Demon Race, Demon Son Xue Lu. He was also under ten thousand years old, and his cultivation had already reached the Middle Stage of the Immortal King Realm.

He had entered the Dao through slaughter, devouring the essence and blood of all spirits to temper his demon body. He was notoriously famous, having once single-handedly slaughtered three medium-sized Sects that refused to submit to the rule of the Ancient Demon Race.

Between the two, their fields of influence collided, invisible ripples tearing through space and plowing deep, bottomless ravines into the ground. The air was filled with suffocating, destructive energy.

The Ancient Plain was already surrounded by Cultivators who had rushed from all directions. It was a sea of people, yet it was deathly silent, everyone intimidated by the terrifying Aura of the confrontation.

Only those who considered their cultivation profound or their backgrounds deep dared to communicate cautiously with Divine Thoughts or discuss in low voices.

"It's Saint Son Xing Wuji and Demon Son Xue Lu! How did these two baleful stars end up facing off?"

"I heard it was because they fought over a suspected ancient treasure in the Ancient Heavenly Ruins. Neither could get their hands on it, and instead, they formed a blood feud!"

"A decisive battle between two peerless prodigies—this is truly a rare occurrence in a hundred years!!"

"A Middle Stage Immortal King under ten thousand years old! Such talent would be considered a top-tier Prodigy even in the entire Immortal Realm. He will surely be able to charge for the position of Quasi-Immortal Emperor in the future!"

"Saint Son Xing Wuji's Map of Ten Thousand Stars has already gained thirty percent of its true intent. It's said he once trapped and killed an old-generation Immortal King! Demon Son Xue Lu's Myriad Transformations Blood Demon True Body is even more terrifying, with overwhelming demonic power! Today's battle will surely be a fierce struggle between dragon and tiger!"

The discussions were filled with reverence and envy. Everyone knew that these two before them were the ceiling of the younger generation in the Immortal Realm. Every collision would be enough to tear the Void Realm and shake the heavens and earth.

"Look, they're about to start! In a duel between prodigies of this level, even just observing—if one can comprehend a sliver of Dao Rhyme—it would be of infinite benefit!"

Countless burning, reverent, and fearful gazes focused on the center of the battlefield.

Saint Son Xing Wuji's eyes opened and closed, starlight shining brilliantly. His voice was like a majestic heavenly sound: "Demon Son Xue Lu, today I shall use your demon blood to sacrifice for the Perfection of my Star Map!"

Demon Son Xue Lu laughed wildly, his voice shaking the surroundings: "Saint Son Xing Wuji, your stars are just right to decorate this Demon Son's bone throne! Kill!"

The Auras of the two instantly climbed to the peak. Behind Saint Son Xing Wuji, a vast phantom of a Star Map unfolded, with countless stars shining brightly, converging into a destructive Divine Light of the Star River's End!

Demon Son Xue Lu's demonic body surged, transforming into a ten-thousand-foot blood demon. The white bone war spear in his hand turned into a blood-colored lightning bolt that tore through the heavens, piercing straight for Saint Son Xing Wuji's brow!

Just at the moment when the world-ending divine light and the blood-colored demon spear were about to collide, that extremely stable space...

...suddenly seemed like glass struck by an invisible giant hammer. With a 'crack,' a pitch-black hole opened up without any warning!

"Holy crap! Martial Uncle Gu, you're way too ruthless! Couldn't you have gone a bit slower? You almost shook me to pieces!"

A young male voice, filled with confusion and terror, was spat out of the black hole along with a burst of violent spatial turbulence.