145: Chapter 145 I wonder what year it is tonight in the celestial palace?

Looking at the State Preceptor of Yankang's burning gaze, Ye Xiu burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha! A fine 'knock open' indeed!"

Ye Xiu threw an arm around the State Preceptor of Yankang's shoulder and very casually handed his wine gourd to him.

"Oh, State Preceptor of Yankang, you old rascal, you appear so serious on the surface, but deep down, you are also a lawless madman!"

"Let's go!"

"Since they won't let us see, I, as Sect Leader, will take you to tear down their Cangtian Pavilion!"

Ye Xiu turned his head and cast a cold glance at the three hundred thousand Righteous Path coalition forces on the ground who were trembling in fear, his tone filled with disdain:

"A bunch of stupid pigs being used as pawns, go back and tell those old monsters behind you."

"If you dare to bother me, the Sect Leader, again, I will dig up all your ancestral graves! Get lost!"

With a roar, accompanied by the terrifying pressure of the Sendai Realm.

The three hundred thousand troops felt as if they had been granted amnesty and scrambled away in a panic.

Ye Xiu flicked his large sleeve, and a brilliant golden-silver sword light rose from the ground, lifting him and the State Preceptor of Yankang as it tore through the sky towards the mysterious Little Jade Capital in the east.

...

Little Jade Capital.

This is the true fairyland within the mortal world.

Immortal mountain islands floated in mid-air like stars in the sky, with spiritual springs and waterfalls flowing between them.

Cranes darted through the sea of clouds, and everywhere was permeated with an air of detachment and otherworldly pretentiousness.

In the very center of this fairyland stood a white jade pavilion reaching into the clouds—the "Cangtian Pavilion," where the world's most ancient historical scrolls were enshrined.

At this moment, in front of the mountain gate of Little Jade Capital, several Mountain Guardian Elders clad in white robes with white hair and beards were sitting cross-legged, closing their eyes to rest.

"Boom!"

Just then, an extremely violent and unmasked terrifying sword light.

Rudely tore through the outer protective Formation of Little Jade Capital, which was claimed to be "impenetrable by any but an Immortal," and crashed onto the white jade square outside the mountain gate!

A fierce wind suddenly arose, causing the robes of the Mountain Guardian Elders to flutter loudly.

They were greatly alarmed and abruptly opened their eyes.

As the dust settled, the State Preceptor of Yankang in his green shirt, and a wild youth with a bare chest wearing a bright red wedding robe with Dragon patterns, holding a wine gourd in his hand, appeared right before them.

"State Preceptor of Yankang?"

The lead Elder saw the State Preceptor of Yankang's face clearly, his brows furrowed immediately, and a look of extreme disgust and contempt flashed in his eyes:

"You traitorous subject of a mortal kingdom, how dare you bring someone to trespass into our Little Jade Capital fairyland?!"

"And who is this madman with such monstrous Devilish Qi beside you?!"

The State Preceptor of Yankang was about to step forward to explain, but Ye Xiu held him back.

"Who am I?"

Ye Xiu tilted his head back and took a large gulp of strong liquor.

The rich aroma of wine instantly permeated the air.

It formed a stark and pungent contrast with the light sandalwood scent of the fairyland.

"Hic—"

Ye Xiu let out a loud, wine-scented hiccup and casually wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

His golden-silver eyes held three parts drunkenness and seven parts arrogance as he slanted his gaze at those aloof old men.

"Listen up, old things. I, the Sect Leader, am surnamed Ye, with the given name Xiu."

"Coming to this lousy place of yours today, I'm not here to pay respects to the mountain, burn incense, or seek the Dao."

Ye Xiu kept one hand behind his back while the other pointed arrogantly at the most magnificent Cangtian Pavilion in the depths of Little Jade Capital, a bloodthirsty sneer curling at the corner of his mouth:

"I, the Sect Leader, am here to inspect the rooms."

"I'll give you ten breaths of time. Bring out all the scrolls in your library that record the dark history of the false gods in the heavens."

"If you are one breath late, I, the Sect Leader, will chop your shitty Little Jade Capital into firewood!"

Mad! Mad beyond measure!

In the tens of thousands of years since the founding of Little Jade Capital, countless emperors, generals, and peerless Prodigies have come here, and who among them wasn't respectful, performing three bows and nine kowtows?

When had anyone ever been seen standing on this white jade square, holding a wine gourd.

Pointing at their noses, calling them a "lousy place," and threatening to tear down their library?!

"Presumptuous! Bold Devil Head! How dare you speak such wild words in my Little Jade Capital!"

Several Mountain Guardian Elders were trembling with rage and roared sternly.

Powerful auras of the Peak Divine Bridge Realm erupted from their bodies, attempting to suppress this ignorant madman before them.

However, facing the anger of these so-called "transcendent experts."

Wine Sword Immortal Ye Xiu just flicked his fingers very casually.

"One, two, three..."

He completely ignored the clamoring of those Elders and continued counting down to himself.

"You are courting death! Set up the Zhou Tian Star Formation, slay the devil!"

The lead Elder was furious and swung his whisk violently, causing the Spiritual Qi of the entire Little Jade Capital to instantly run wild.

Brilliant light illuminated countless Immortal mountain islands, weaving into a massive net of starlight in mid-air.

Carrying earth-shattering power, it descended upon Ye Xiu and the State Preceptor of Yankang.

The State Preceptor of Yankang's expression changed slightly; the power of that Star Formation made even him feel a palpitation.

"Ten."

Ye Xiu's countdown ended just right.

He sighed and shook his head: "I gave you a chance, but you were useless."

The moment his voice fell.

The drunkenness on Ye Xiu's face suddenly dissipated, replaced by a suffocating, terrifying murderous intent like that of a Devil God from the Nine Netherworlds!

"Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Ancestor!!!"

Accompanied by Ye Xiu's low shout.

The purple-red wine gourd in his hand shook violently, and an intensely concentrated stream of wine was sprayed out by him.

The moment the wine touched the air, it was instantly ignited by the overbearing and unparalleled Sendai Sword Intent within him, transforming into billions of golden-silver Sword Qi burning with Pure Yang True Fire!

"Rumble!!!"

The space of the entire Little Jade Capital seemed to be completely frozen at this moment!

Tens of millions of materialized Sword Qi, like a golden-silver galaxy rushing against the Nine Heavens, carried a violent momentum that was destructive and unstoppable.

They slammed directly into the incoming Zhou Tian Star net!

There was no stalemate, no confrontation.

It was a pure, higher-dimensional crushing of power!

"Crack—!"

The Zhou Tian Star Formation, which claimed to be able to trap and kill True Immortals, in front of Ye Xiu's "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to Ancestor," which contained the strongest Sword Dao truth.

Didn't even last half a breath before it was torn into fragments filling the sky!

And the millions of Sword Qi, their momentum undiminished, swept through the entire Little Jade Capital like a plague of locusts.

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

Those aloof Mountain Guardian Elders didn't even have time to let out a scream.

Before they were blasted by the terrifying aftermath of the Sword Qi, vomiting blood, their Meridians shattered, and they flew backward like ragdolls.

"No!!!"

Amidst the terrified and despairing gazes of countless old monsters in the depths of Little Jade Capital.

That golden-silver river of Sword Qi crashed directly into the white jade "Cangtian Pavilion," which symbolized the highest heritage of Little Jade Capital.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering loud noise.

That ten-thousand-foot-tall tower, covered with countless ancient Restrictions, that holy temple of knowledge that even the State Preceptor of Yankang could only look up to, had its entire roof rudely sliced off by this one sword strike from Ye Xiu!

Amidst the rubble filling the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of ancient bamboo slips, Jade Slips, and parchment scrolls, having lost the binding of the Formation, were like butterflies dancing in the sky.

They gushed out from the collapsed Cangtian Pavilion and floated in mid-air.

The State Preceptor of Yankang stood behind Ye Xiu, watching this scene that was shocking to the extreme and worthy of being recorded in the history of the Major Thousand Worlds, and gasped.

This was absolute power! This was the style of the Sect Leader!

Ye Xiu, carrying his wine gourd, stepped on the white jade debris covering the ground like a tyrant ruling the world.

In the dead silence, with no one daring to stop him, he strode towards the ancient scrolls filling the sky amidst the ruins.

His golden-silver eyes were instantly opened to their limit.

"Come! Let me, the Sect Leader, take a good look at the secrets of this world!"