Chapter 76 Demon Emperor, Indra

Thunder Emperor said, shattering the Void Realm as half his body already began to enter the Void Realm turbulence.

"Clang—"

The sound of something snapping,

exploded simultaneously deep within the Seas of Consciousness of the twelve Emperor Realm experts.

The sky... collapsed.

A collapse visible to the naked eye.

A demonic might pierced through the Law barriers of the Three Thousand Realms, descending from the deepest part of the Demon God Realm onto the ruins of Chiyan City.

As the pressure descended, the Thunder Emperor's charging body froze in mid-air.

"Crack... Snap..."

The Thunder Emperor's Immortal Emperor bones crackled under this aura. He wanted to turn his head, but his neck felt as if it were filled with iron, unable to move.

Not just him.

The Star Immortal Emperor's astral phantoms were extinguished one after another.

The nine Human Race Immortal Emperors were like fish on a chopping block, pinned in the Void Realm.

The earth of the Demon Territory groaned.

The scorched earth of Chiyan City did not crack under this demonic might; it simply vanished downward.

Rocks, soil, and magma turned silently into gas upon touching that aura, disappearing completely.

The sky of the Demon Territory turned a dull grey.

There was no wind in the clouds, only streaks of black divine lightning flashing; with every flash, the Laws of Space crumbled further.

"This... this is..."

Kneeling on the ground, the White Bone Demon Emperor's soul fires flickered in his eye sockets, on the verge of being extinguished.

As one of the Dominators of the Demon Territory, he knew the source of this power better than the Human Race Immortal Emperors, and understood even more what it represented.

The Three Thousand Great Worlds were vast.

The Immortal Realm, Demon Territory, and Demon Domain fought fiercely, considering themselves the Dominators of the heavens, yet together they only occupied a thousand of the great worlds.

The remaining two thousand great worlds were hidden deeper within the myriad realms.

The Laws and Dao Origins there were of a higher dimension than those of the Immortal, Demon, and Yao territories.

That place was called the Divine Realm.

"It's an esteemed being from the Demon God Realm..."

The White Bone Demon Emperor cried out in his heart; his Demon Emperor Origin instinctively trembled in submission before this aura.

"The passages to the Divine Realm have been sealed for several epochs. With such a terrifying phenomenon today, which supreme existence from the Demon God Realm is about to descend in person?"

As the twelve Emperor Realm experts were overwhelmed by fear...

In their horror, the grey sky expanded outward like a fully drawn bow.

Then, amidst the gloom, a ray of purple light pierced through the clouds and spilled down.

Within the purple light,

a figure slowly appeared.

It was a phantom tens of thousands of feet tall, with six wings on its back, each wing etched with runes.

He floated there silently without speaking, causing a slight stagnation in the river of time of the Demon Territory.

"This... this is... Divine Sense?"

The Divine Envoy tightly gripped the imperial teachers token, barely remaining conscious thanks to the residual aura on the token.

He widened his eyes, staring at the six-winged phantom in the sky, his mind racing to recall records from the Divine Court's top-secret archives.

Whose Divine Sense could suppress twelve Emperor Realms with just a single phantom?

When he clearly saw the silhouette of those six wings and the hint of Human Race Dao resonance within the purple light, the Divine Envoy's breathing stopped.

"It's... one of the only two second-highest Dominators of the Demon God Palace..."

The Divine Envoy screamed in his heart, "The one who belonged to the Human Race but betrayed the Divine Court back then to cultivate the supreme Demonic Path... the Demon God Emperor, Di Shitian!"

The purple light falling from the Void Realm locked down the space-time for billions upon billions of miles around.

Time and space were stretched.

The Immortal Emperors found their movements becoming incredibly slow.

A drop of cold sweat from the corner of the Thunder Emperor's eye hung in mid-air, falling at an agonizingly slow pace.

They still had their thoughts, but could only watch helplessly.

Di Shitian's six-winged phantom lowered its head. He raised his right hand and extended a finger toward the Void Realm where the heaven-reaching tower had disappeared.

One finger.

The fingertip descended.

The Laws of the Demon Territory let out a piercing shriek.

Time...

began to flow backward.

The Thunder Emperor's eyes bulged as he stared at that patch of Void Realm.

He saw the dust flying around still suspended, and the distant Void Realm storm still raging.

What Di Shitian's finger had locked onto was only a specific area.

It was the location of that speck of mustard seed hidden in the spatial layers before the heaven-reaching tower had expanded!

Within this tiny area, the river of time was being turned back by an invisible hand.

The spatial fragments previously crushed by the Thunder Emperor gathered from everywhere like a reversed phantom, reassembling into their original form.

"...This is possible?"

The Star Immortal Emperor cried out in his heart. Reversing time was a technique that legend said could only be performed upon touching the threshold of transcendence.

Yet Di Shitian had only sent down a Divine Sense phantom and could already precisely control the reversal of time in a specific area; such a method was beyond their comprehension!

As time regressed within that mustard seed area, a glimmer of dark-gold light flashed in the Void Realm once more.

It was the heaven-reaching tower before its expansion!

That mustard seed, which contained infinite worlds, was pulled from past space-time into the present through the reversal of time.

However,

as the mustard seed of the heaven-reaching tower appeared, the purple light around the six-winged Di Shitian phantom in the sky flickered, and its once-clear silhouette grew dimmer.

Clearly,

performing such a space-time reversal technique across realms required a great price, even for the Demon God Emperor.

"He's trying to take away the heaven-reaching tower!"

The Thunder Emperor realized.

He bit the tip of his tongue, drawing a drop of Emperor Blood; using this faint surge of life force, he barely managed to use his frozen Divine Sense.

"Divine Envoy... he's going to seize the tower..."

The Thunder Emperor's voice struggled into the Divine Envoy's mind.

These few short words cost him a hundred years of his Origin cultivation.

The Divine Envoy trembled upon hearing the transmission.

He knew better than the Thunder Emperor what was inside the heaven-reaching tower!

Inside was not only the Dao foundation with which the Divine Court suppressed the heavens, but also the Empress's Personal Disciple, Lin Qingyue!

If the heaven-reaching tower were taken to the Lower Realm by that Gu Heng, they would still have a chance to cross realms and pursue it.

But once Di Shitian took it back to the Demon God Realm, into that forbidden land that even the Empress was reluctant to enter, they could forget about ever getting the heaven-reaching tower back.

What was even more terrifying was that losing the Empress's Personal Disciple would make his life worse than death!

"Stop him! Quickly, stop him!"

The Divine Envoy shouted in his Sea of Consciousness, urgently transmitting to the nine Immortal Emperors, "Her Majesty's Personal Disciple is still in the tower! We cannot let him take it! Even if we burn our Emperor Blood, we must sever his space-time lock!"

This transmission was filled with despair.

But...

The nine Immortal Emperors listened to the Divine Envoy's shouts, their eyes filled with bitterness and helplessness.

Stop him?

With what?

They couldn't even mobilize a single shred of Law power; even blinking an eyelid would take half an hour.

Before this suppression from the Divine Realm, these Immortal Emperors didn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder. Resistance was a joke!

Time regressed to that point; the mustard seed that the heaven-reaching tower had become floated quietly in its original place, emitting Chaotic Primordial Qi.

Di Shitian's phantom ignored the Immortal Emperors below.

His extended hand curved its fingers slightly, reaching out to grab that mustard seed.

The Void Realm collapsed,

and a purple-black passage leading to the Demon God Realm appeared at his fingertips.

Once that hand closed, the heaven-reaching tower would break free from the Karma of this realm.

Just as Di Shitian's fingers were about to touch the mustard seed...

"Thump..."

A dull sound exploded.

It was as if someone, across the endless Void Realm, had casually stepped onto the soil of this realm.

The space of the Demon Territory rippled like the surface of a lake.

Everywhere the ripples passed, the time imprisonment set by Di Shitian collapsed.

The scene before the Immortal Emperors began to distort, and even the finger of the six-winged phantom in the sky was pushed back half an inch by these ripples.

The Thunder Emperor and the others felt a weight lift from their bodies; the feeling of suffocation dissipated. They gasped for air and turned their gaze toward the center of the ripples.

Between the heaven-reaching tower's mustard seed and Di Shitian's phantom,

a figure slowly stepped out from the void.

A girl of sixteen or seventeen, her black hair cascading over her shoulders, with a red string tied around her ankle.

The moment the Divine Envoy saw the girl's appearance, he knelt directly in the void.

The imperial teachers token in his hand emitted a clear ring and turned into a streak of light, disappearing into the girl's sleeve.

"It's... it's... the Imperial Teacher?"

The Divine Envoy kowtowed in the void, tears and snot streaming down his face.

The Imperial Teacher, Jiang Wanyin!

She had assisted the Empress in ascending the throne and single-handedly suppressed the Luck of the Divine Court; she had actually come in person!

Jiang Wanyin ignored the crying Divine Envoy on the ground, only looking at the much-dimmer six-winged phantom in the sky as she took a step forward in the void.

The chime of the red string's bell dispelled the demonic might.

Jiang Wanyin looked at Di Shitian, her lips curling into a smile as she chuckled.

"Di Shitian, several epochs have passed..."

"How is it that your habit of sneakily reaching out to take other people's things is still the same?"

...

Meanwhile.

Lower Realm, Central Continent.

Above the God-Falling Abyss,

Gu Heng was dressed in white, one hand behind his back, the other held flat in the void.

He had been using the Karma threads deep within his Divine Soul to control the heaven-reaching tower's cross-realm descent.

Suddenly,

his right hand, held flat in mid-air, paused.

"Hmm?"

Gu Heng's eyes flashed.

Just now, he felt the Karma thread he had established with the heaven-reaching tower being pinched off by a force.

The spatial coordinates inside the heaven-reaching tower had clearly been activated by him, the cross-realm black hole had been created, and the tower body had even sunk into the Void Realm turbulence, ready to be retrieved to this Lower Realm.

But why?

Gu Heng didn't panic; he withdrew his right hand, his fingers stroking lightly as a thoughtful light shone in his eyes.

"The connection was severed... No..."

Gu Heng recalled the Law fluctuations of that moment in his mind.

The feeling was strange; it didn't seem like a force had blocked the heaven-reaching tower in the Void Realm, but rather... like the space-time of that small area where the tower was located had been locked down.

"Someone reversed time at that coordinate point? Pulled it back to the state it was in before I recalled it?"

Gu Heng's lips curled into a cold smile, "Interesting.

I thought those dozen or so Immortal Emperors were the Divine Court's last trump card, but I didn't expect the Upper Realm to still hide old monsters who can manipulate the Laws of Time at will."

Standing half a step behind Gu Heng, the Old Dragon King noticed the subtle fluctuations in Gu Heng's aura.

Although Gu Heng said nothing and his expression hadn't changed much, to the Old Dragon King, his master's brief pause just now and the current cold smile were definitely precursors to rage!

"Ma... Master..."

The Old Dragon King wiped cold sweat from his forehead, his dragon pupils full of fear. "Was it because this old slave wasn't thorough enough when wiping out the Wang family just now, displeasing you?

If so, this old slave will go back right now and eradicate every family in the Central Continent related to the Wangs!"

Gu Heng turned his head and looked at the fawning old loach, shaking his head in amusement.

"It's nothing, just a minor incident in the Upper Realm."

Gu Heng waved his hand. "The heaven-reaching tower has run into a bit of trouble for now. But that doesn't matter."

He turned around, looking at the bottomless God-Falling Abyss beneath his feet and the widening crack in the sky above.

"You should worry about what's in front of us first."

Gu Heng tilted his chin, signaling the Old Dragon King to look at the sky. "The guests who are building a bridge for us are about to arrive."

"Guests?"

The Old Dragon King was stunned, looking up in the direction Gu Heng was pointing.

"Who?"