94: Chapter 94 My Path to Emperorship Has Never Ended!

The Sovereign stood with his hands behind his back, the tianyuan sword hovering beside him. The dark golden runes on the sword blade glowed faintly, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

"To have withstood two strikes from this seat, you have enough to be proud of."

His voice was hoarse, carrying a hint of arrogance.

"But it ends here."

Before his voice had even faded, he raised a finger.

The tianyuan sword suddenly erupted with blinding golden light, transforming into a golden river of swords that swept toward Shen Qingyuan!

This was a killing move he had learned from the Great Emperors Relic of Emperor Yuanlian—the tianyuan sword River!

The river of swords was vast and mighty, stretching for tens of thousands of li; wherever it passed, the Void Realm collapsed!

Back in the day, he had used this move to slay no fewer than several experts in the Quasi-Emperor Realm and over a dozen peerless experts at the Peak of the Saint King Realm!

This strike was faster, fiercer, and more ruthless than the previous ones!

A full-force strike from a Peak Quasi-Emperor, combined with the Emperor weapon tianyuan sword, was enough to annihilate any existence of the same level!

However—

Shen Qingyuan stood where he was, his green robes unmoving amidst the violent Sword Qi.

He watched the approaching sword light, his eyes devoid of the slightest panic.

In fact—the corners of his mouth curled into a slight arc.

"The Quasi-Emperor Realm is not enough?"

He muttered to himself, his tone nonchalant.

"Then—let's—"

His gaze fell upon the System interface.

[Host: Shen Qingyuan] [Identity: Elder of the Southern Region Shen Family] [Cultivation: Peak Quasi-Emperor (Limit of this world)] [Stored Cultivation: 870,000 years] [Physique: Primordial Dao Body] [Cultivation Technique: Grandmist Primordial Scripture] [...]

"Breakthrough!"

He chanted silently in his heart.

[Ding! Host request detected. Do you wish to consume stored cultivation to raise your Realm?]

"Yes."

[Ding! Consumed 300,000 years of cultivation to Breakthrough from Peak Quasi-Emperor—] [Breaking through...] [Breakthrough successful! Current Cultivation: Emperor Realm Ninth Layer!]

The next moment—

"BOOM!!!"

An aura terrifying to the extreme erupted from within Shen Qingyuan!

That aura was vast as the sea and deep as an abyss, containing the power to destroy the heavens and earth!

The stars trembled, the Milky Way reversed, and the endless Void Realm froze at this very moment!

The Sovereign's tianyuan sword stopped abruptly three inches from Shen Qingyuan's chest.

It was not that he did not want to stab forward.

It was just that—he could not stab forward.

An invisible force held the tianyuan sword firmly in mid-air, unable to advance even a fraction of an inch!

The Sovereign's pupils constricted, his expression changing drastically!

"Th-this... what is this!?"

His voice was trembling.

He could clearly feel Shen Qingyuan's aura rising frantically!

Peak Quasi-Emperor—Peak Quasi-Emperor Perfection—Breakthrough! Emperor!

An Emperor's might that suppressed the ages and overwhelmed the heavens swept out from Shen Qingyuan, like the judgment of the Heavenly Dao, irresistible and irreversible!

Wherever it passed, stars shattered, the Void Realm collapsed, and even time experienced a brief stagnation!

The Sovereign was sent flying backward by that Emperor's might, tumbling dozens of times in the air before smashing heavily into a star!

"BOOM!!!" That star exploded instantly, turning into fragments filling the sky!

The Sovereign rushed out from the fragments, covered in blood, his black robes tattered, his face pale as paper.

He widened his eyes, staring fixedly at Shen Qingyuan, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Em-Emperor!?"

His voice was shaking, and his entire body was trembling violently.

"Impossible... This is impossible!"

He roared hoarsely, his voice filled with madness.

"The imperial path has been broken! The Heavenly Dao is flawed! For ten thousand years, it has been impossible for an Emperor to appear in this world! How could you possibly Breakthrough to the Emperor Realm!?"

Shen Qingyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his green robes fluttering slightly in the Void Realm, surrounded by a faint golden light, like an ancient deity descending to the mortal world.

He looked down at the Sovereign, the corners of his mouth curling into a slight arc.

"The imperial path is broken?"

He chuckled, his tone nonchalant.

"That is other people's imperial path."

"My path—" He paused, a flash of brilliance in his eyes. "Has never been broken."

The Sovereign's face was livid as he stared fixedly at Shen Qingyuan, his eyes filled with terror and bewilderment.

He had cultivated for thirteen thousand years, had contended for the throne with Emperor Yuanlian, and had sealed himself away until now, all just to wait for the day the imperial path reopened.

But now—the imperial path had not opened, yet someone had broken through to the Emperor Realm right in front of him! How could this be possible!?

"Impossible... Absolutely impossible..."

The Sovereign muttered to himself, his eyes filled with madness.

He gripped the tianyuan sword tightly, his spiritual power surging wildly within him, and the aura of a Peak Quasi-Emperor erupted!

"So what if you have broken through to the Emperor Realm!?"

He roared hoarsely, his eyes filled with determination.

"This seat has cultivated for thirteen thousand years, and wielding the Emperor weapon tianyuan sword, even against a true Emperor, this seat has the power to fight!"

Before the words had finished, he took a step!

His figure appeared before Shen Qingyuan like a ghost, the tianyuan sword transforming into a pitch-black sword light, slashing straight down!

This strike condensed his life's cultivation, unleashed in rage! It was a strike where power and spirit perfectly merged!

Its power was even greater than before! Wherever the sword light passed, the Void Realm completely collapsed!

However—Shen Qingyuan did not even dodge.

He merely raised his hand, his slender fingers lightly clamping together in the void.

"Clang!" The tianyuan sword was firmly caught between his two fingers.

The sword body trembled violently, emitting a shrill sword cry, struggling desperately, yet it could not break free from those two fingers.

The Sovereign's pupils constricted, his face filled with disbelief.

"Ho... How is this possible!?"

His voice was trembling.

This was an Emperor weapon! The sword used by Emperor Yuanlian back in the day! Even a true Emperor could not catch it with just two fingers!

Shen Qingyuan looked down at the tianyuan sword in his hand, raising an eyebrow slightly.

"An Emperor weapon? Not bad. It's a pity the one using it is incompetent!"

He exerted a little pressure with his fingers. "Crack." A fine crack appeared on the body of the tianyuan sword.

The Sovereign's face turned deathly pale, his entire body shaking.

"Im... Impossible..."

His voice was hoarse, like someone sleep-talking.

An Emperor weapon, that was an Emperor weapon! A supreme weapon refined by an Emperor-level expert! Yet this person before him—crushed an Emperor weapon with two fingers!?

What kind of strength is this!?

"Who... Who exactly are you!?"

The Sovereign's voice was trembling, his eyes filled with fear.

Shen Qingyuan did not answer, merely releasing his fingers and letting the tianyuan sword slide from his palm.

The tianyuan sword tumbled in the void, the cracks on its body increasing, until finally—"CRACK!" With a crisp sound, the tianyuan sword snapped, transforming into two halves, floating in the void.

The Emperor weapon was shattered.

The Sovereign looked at the two broken halves of the Emperor weapon, struck as if by lightning, frozen in place.

He had cultivated for thirteen thousand years, going through untold hardships, just to obtain this tianyuan sword from the ruins of Emperor Yuanlian.

This was his greatest trump card, the source of his confidence to dare to make an enemy of the whole world.

But now—the trump card was shattered!

"No..."

The Sovereign muttered to himself, his eyes filled with despair.

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