62: Chapter 62 The Emperor's Majesty Soars to the Heavens, Heroes Gather!

Wang Hong wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart finally settling as he cupped his hands toward the sky in a respectful salute.

“Thank you, Holy Lord! Thank you, Peak Revered Masters!”

Zhou Qing waved his hand from high above.

“Mhm.”

Then, he looked at Lin Yi and said with a smile.

“Go on, Lin Yi. When you approach the Central State, you may transfer to my imperial carriage.

Along this journey, no one will dare to obstruct you again.”

As he spoke, he opened his palm and handed the imperial carriage over to Lin Yi.

Lin Yi took it and cupped his hands, saying, “Thank you, Holy Lord! Thank you, Peak Revered Masters!”

Zhou Qing laughed heartily as his figure gradually faded into the Void Realm.

Peak Master Jiang Qiyue and the other two Peak Revered Masters also departed one after another.

Luo Qinghan was the last to leave.

Standing high in the sky, she looked down at Lin Yi.

She said nothing.

But Lin Yi understood her meaning.

The path has been paved; what comes next depends on himself!

“Thank you, Revered Master!”

Lin Yi nodded slightly toward Luo Qinghan.

“Go!”

Luo Qinghan spoke indifferently, and then her figure turned into a stream of light, disappearing at the edge of the horizon.

The Flying Ship restarted, spiritual light surging as its speed became even faster than before.

Heading straight for the Central State, there were no more obstacles.

Xu Chen sat on the deck, his legs still trembling slightly.

He looked back at the direction where the people from Yaoguang Holy Land had disappeared and clicked his tongue twice.

“Hmph! Just these few nobodies dared to provoke our Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

If you have the guts, don't run! My Senior Brother Lin could crush you with a single finger!”

Saying that, he looked at Lin Yi again and said:

“Senior Brother Lin, do you think those people will be scolded to death by their Sect Head after they return?”

“I don't know.”

Lin Yi’s tone was flat. “It's none of my business.”

Xu Chen chuckled.

“True, whether they get scolded or not is none of our damn business!”

Chu Wanqing and the others returned to the cabin to continue their cultivation.

Lin Yi stood at the bow of the ship once more.

Ahead, the sea of clouds churned, and from the direction of the Central State, an ancient imperial might was gradually thickening.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi had already begun to turn chaotic.

In his Primordial Immortal Pupil, the threads of various Karma and Luck wove together into a dense, massive web.

The center of the web was the Ancient Great Emperors Secret Realm that was about to appear.

And on that web, a golden line was particularly eye-catching.

That was Wang Teng's Luck—thick, arrogant, and peerless.

Lin Yi looked at that churning golden light, the corner of his mouth curling up.

“The successor of an Ancient Great Emperor.”

“Your Legacy is about to change owners.”

The ship broke through the sea of clouds, heading straight for the Central State.

Behind them, in the direction of Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

Although the five Quasi-Emperor auras had already dissipated.

That deterrent would be etched into everyone's hearts for a long time to come.

The Holy Son of Tianxuan, Lin Yi.

He himself was a Prodigy.

Those by his side were all stunning beauties.

Behind him was the protection of several Quasi-Emperor powerhouses.

Such a setup could not be found a second time in the entire Three Thousand Dao Domains.

From now on, anyone who wanted to move against him.

Would first have to weigh how many lives they had.

...

Central State.

Imperial Fall Valley.

Before today, this ancient land spanning hundreds of thousands of miles.

Was merely a taboo place in the cultivation world that everyone kept a respectful distance from.

Legend has it that in the eternal past, a Great Emperor fell here.

Imperial blood soaked every inch of the soil, and imperial bones were buried deep underground.

Imperial Laws remained between heaven and earth, turning into a terrifying pressure that never dissipated.

Ordinary Cultivators stepping into this place would, at best, have their Meridians shattered, and at worst, have their bodies and souls obliterated.

But today was different.

Above Imperial Fall Valley, purple Qi churned for a full thirty thousand miles.

A phantom of an ancient Imperial Palace emerged from the clouds.

From the roof of the palace, imperial might poured down like a waterfall.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a million-mile radius turned completely chaotic.

Birds and beasts fled frantically, the earth cracked, and the mountains and rivers trembled.

The Ancient Great Emperors Secret Realm had appeared.

The news spread very quickly.

In less than a day, more than half of the forces in the Three Thousand Dao Domains received this news.

And then, things completely exploded!

...

Eastern Wasteland.

A Sword Peak suspended above the sea of clouds suddenly erupted with a sky-piercing sword chime.

Hundreds of sword rainbows shot out from the peak simultaneously, drawing brilliant arcs across the sky.

“The Ancient Great Emperors Secret Realm has appeared! The Sect Head orders that the Sword Sect's elites set off for the Central State immediately!”

Southern Ridge.

Deep within the Myriad Beast Mountain Range, an immemorial remnant that had slept for an unknown number of years suddenly opened its vertical pupils.

It let out a world-shaking roar, the sound waves turning the dense forest within a thousand-mile radius into powder.

Immediately after, countless powerhouses of the Yao Race rose into the air, their Demonic Qi blotting out the sun.

Western Desert.

Atop a glittering golden pagoda, an old monk slowly opened his eyes.

He turned the Buddhist beads in his hand and chanted a line of scripture in a low voice.

Behind him, three thousand monk soldiers were ready to set off.

In the various Dao Domains, the winds and clouds surged.

Those prodigies whose whereabouts were usually a mystery.

Those ancient monsters who had been in seclusion for thousands of years, all broke through their seclusion on this day.

They had only one goal.

Central State, Imperial Fall Valley.

...

Yaoguang Holy Land.

Inner Palace.

The newly appointed Saint, Xuan Ye, sat kneeling on a prayer mat, the bronze mirror before him reflecting the phenomenon in Imperial Fall Valley.

His gaze was terrifyingly gloomy.

“Senior Brother Ye Chen died at the hands of Lin Yi, and a Quasi-Emperor Elder of Yaoguang had an arm severed by Heavenly Profound Holy Land.”

“This debt will be settled sooner or later.”

Standing behind him was an old man as thin as a dried stick, one of the Grand Elders of Yaoguang Holy Land.

A sharp light flashed through the old man's cloudy eyes as he spoke hoarsely.

“No rush.”

“Imperial Fall Valley is a mix of dragons and snakes; it is a good place to take action.”

“When a few people die then, no one will be able to trace it back to us.”

Xuan Ye pulled his mouth into a cold arc.

“This Disciple understands!”

...

Imperial Clan Chu Family.

Side Hall.

Chu Ningshuang sat on a sandalwood chair, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest.

A letter was spread out on the table before her, with only a few words on it.

“The Secret Realm has appeared, the plan remains as before.”

The signature was stamped with the Wang family's mark.

Chu Ningshuang pinched the letter between her fingers, and with a swirl of spiritual fire, it turned into ashes.

She stood up and walked to the window.

Her gaze was cast toward Chu Wanqing's distant courtyard.

That courtyard had been empty for several days.

She had learned that Chu Wanqing had followed Lin Yi to the Central State.

“Go on.”

A smile floated onto the corners of Chu Ningshuang's mouth.

“The further you go, the better.”

“It would be best... if you never return.”

She turned and called for her maid.

“Go invite the Second Elder and Third Elder over, say I have important matters to discuss with them.”

The maid took the order and left.

Chu Ningshuang sat back in her chair, her fingers crossed and resting under her chin.

The schemes in her eyes were layered one upon another.

With Chu Wanqing not at home, it was the perfect window for her to accelerate her layout.

By the time Chu Wanqing returned, whether this family's name would still be Chu might not be certain.

...

Northern Region.

Imperial Clan Wang Family.

Inside the Ancestral Hall, dozens of thick imperial pillars supported the dome.

Every pillar was carved with the achievements of the Wang family's past powerhouses.

Golden imperial fire burned at the top of the pillars, never to be extinguished.

In the center of the hall, upon a massive imperial throne.

Quasi-Emperor Wang Shuo sat, his gaze like a torch.

Before him stood a young man wearing golden armor.

Wang Teng.

The Imperial Son of the Northern Region's Imperial Clan Wang Family.

Innate Emperor-Bearing Dao Body.

Recognized by the Three Thousand Dao Domains as a seed of a Great Emperor.

At this moment, he had just emerged from seclusion, and the aura around him was powerful to the extreme.

The imperial might emitted by the Emperor-Bearing Dao Body made the air in the Ancestral Hall turn heavy.

“Father, I have sensed it.”

Wang Teng looked up, a sharp light exploding in his eyes.

“The Legacy of the Ancient Great Emperor has resonated with my Emperor-Bearing Dao Body.

That Secret Realm was opened specifically for me!”

Wang Shuo looked at his son, his face full of gratification.

“My son has the potential of a Great Emperor!”

He stood up from the imperial throne and walked down the steps one by one.

“As long as you obtain the complete Legacy of the Ancient Great Emperor, you are destined to be invincible!”

“This is an era tailored for my son!”

Wang Teng cupped his fists proudly.

“Father, rest assured. A mere Secret Realm Legacy.

With me taking action, it will be as easy as taking something from one's own pocket!”