Yuan's Ascension - Chapter 1222: The Grand Supreme Realm (2)
Chapter 1222: The Grand Supreme Realm (2)
Through continued conversations with the Saints, Wu Yuan gleaned more secrets about the Nine Realms and the mysterious Grand Supreme Realm beyond.
Deep within the void of the Nine Realms, in a location shrouded in mystery, a shrill voice cried out: “How can this be possible! Two Overlords killed my Qian Yang incarnation?”
The voice trembled with panic. “If they undergo Dao Enlightenment, wouldn’t they ascend directly to True Saint? How could such heaven-defying Overlords exist? Even the legendary Origin Saint and Azure Saint weren’t this formidable!”
The disbelief in that voice was palpable.
“No!” it continued, terror-stricken. “The Nine Realms cannot possibly produce such monstrous prodigies! Impossible! Once they discover the treasures dropped by my Qian Yang’s incarnation and determine the Grand Supreme Realm’s location, they will surely come for me.
“But I still have a chance. If I eliminate them before they undergo Dao Enlightenment, they’ll pose no threat.”
Immediately, the entity began plotting how he could destroy these two heaven-defying Overlords.
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Meanwhile, throughout the Qian Yang Holy Sect, astonishing news spread like wildfire:
“Holy Emperor Qian Yang has fallen? Slain by the Heavenly Venerable?”
“This!”
“Holy Emperor Qian Yang was actually a great devil, attempting to enslave Saints and disciples alike?”
“The Heavenly Venerable descended and personally struck him down?” Countless disciples stood stunned, struggling to process the news.
The blood contract oath in their minds dissolved silently.
However, due to their comparatively modest power, they had never truly been forced to act against their wills due to the oath, sparing them the agony of enslavement that the Saints had endured.
For Overlords and Perennials who had revered Holy Emperor Qian Yang for countless ages, accepting his sudden denouncement as a devil proved difficult.
Nevertheless, with the dissolution of the blood contract oath and clear directives from the Saints, the Qian Yang Holy Sect remained largely stable.
The name “Heavenly Venerable,” however, spread with unprecedented speed, reaching even the other holy sects.
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“Overlord Wu Ji is the Heavenly Venerable?” Upon hearing this from her father, Overlord Shang Cai felt thunderstruck, her emotions conflicted.
“Shang Cai, you’ve done us a great service,” Saint Shang Yue sighed softly. “The Heavenly Venerable’s willingness to aid us stems largely from his connection to you… But prepare to relinquish that relationship.”
Overlord Shang Cai fell silent.
Far from foolish, her keen intellect grasped her father’s meaning instantly.
“Heavenly Venerable?” she whispered to herself.
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About a hundred million li from the Qian Yang Holy Sect headquarters, amid towering, undulating mountains, Wu Yuan established an inconspicuous hall as his temporary residence. Wary that Holy Emperor Qian Yang might have somehow survived, he had prudently distanced himself from the sect’s headquarters.
Here, he focused intently on deciphering the treasures left behind by Holy Emperor Qian Yang, particularly the storage artifacts.
There were low-grade Xiantian artifacts, mid-grade Xiantian artifacts, and numerous precious treasures. Despite the impressive variety, nothing matched his specific needs.
After considerable time, his eyes suddenly brightened with interest. Hmm? He flipped his palm to reveal an entirely azure token resting in his hand.
The ancient artifact bore no ornate decorations, yet its aura conveyed a sense of vast, infinite distance that left Wu Yuan in silent awe. Despite its power, the azure token remained remarkably restrained, emitting no overwhelming pressure or force. The front surface featured a clearly engraved relief of a six-story pagoda—a structure Wu Yuan recognized immediately. It matched perfectly with the exterior architecture of the Azure Saint Tomb.
Focusing, Wu Yuan directed his Soul Force into the azure token, quickly imprinting his vital aura upon it.
In that precise moment, something extraordinary happened.
Boom! A fluctuation descended, as though transmitted from beyond the Nine Realms. Wu Yuan instantly felt a flood of information surge into his consciousness.
Grand Supreme Token? Grand Supreme Realm? He rose to his feet, holding the token while sensing an infinitely distant place in the void beyond. The Grand Supreme Token appeared to be pointing directly to that mysterious place, providing not only guidance through the vast void of the Nine Realms but also several coordinates.
Holding the Grand Supreme Token, one can traverse the void of the Nine Realms to reach the Grand Supreme Realm. Does this realm contain the ultimate secrets of the Nine Realms? His mind raced with possibilities. Perhaps there’s also a way to leave the Nine Realms entirely?
Wu Yuan couldn’t determine whether these messages were inherent to the Grand Supreme Token itself or guidance transmitted through the operational mechanisms of the Azure Saint Tomb. Regardless of their source, he had reached a decision.
It’s time to prepare for departure. He waved his hand to store the Grand Supreme Token before turning his gaze toward the distant Qian Yang Holy Sect headquarters.
The Grand Supreme Tokens… nine in total? He mused thoughtfully. Within the Nine Realms, there seem to be three more besides mine.
One token remained elsewhere in the Second Realm, while two existed in the First Realm. He could sense that token holders possessed a subtle awareness of each other’s existence.
I suspect those three Grand Supreme Tokens must be in the possession of the other three Holy Emperors. Wu Yuan realized. The remaining two Holy Emperors are likely already in the Grand Supreme Realm.
He made his decision. Well then, let’s deal with all these Holy Emperors. While eliminating potential threats to the Qian Yang Holy Sect was important, Wu Yuan’s primary motivation was to verify the theories forming in his mind.
However, if I can sense the other Grand Supreme Tokens, the other Holy Emperors can most likely sense mine as well. A mysterious smile formed on his face.
With a subtle hum, he placed the Grand Supreme Token within his ether body. The projection of the Ancestral Pagoda appeared, enveloping the azure token.
I wonder if you three Holy Emperors can still sense my Grand Supreme Token now? Wu Yuan thought to himself with satisfaction.
Shortly after, he departed silently into the void.
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“What? I can’t sense that Grand Supreme Token anymore?”
The three Holy Emperors remaining in the Nine Realms were thrown into immediate panic. “Could those two heaven-defying Overlords have relinquished their claim to ownership? But even if they erased their vital aura imprint, I should still be able to detect the token’s existence.”
After only moments of deliberation, all three Holy Emperors abandoned their respective holy sect headquarters, fleeing directly toward the void beyond the Nine Realms—attempting to escape to the Grand Supreme Realm.
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They all fled simultaneously? Wu Yuan’s ether body halted mid-flight through the void of the Second Realm. A cold smirk spread across his face. These three Holy Emperors are truly decisive. But can you really escape? No matter where you flee, you remain within my perception.
Through the Grand Supreme Tokens, the three Holy Emperors shone like enormous, radiant beacons throughout the void of the Nine Realms, illuminating the entire expanse.
Let’s go. Beside Wu Yuan’s ether body, his mana body materialized. A blade ray flashed, tearing a minute rift in space and revealing the chaotic currents within.
Wu Yuan’s mana body and ether body joined forces, plunging directly into the spatial turbulence where ordinary Overlords would be torn apart.
Stabilize! At his mana body’s command, the surrounding spatial currents instantly calmed, solidifying into a passage that cut through the chaotic void.
Boom! Both bodies shot forward at terrifying speed along this stable corridor, moving far faster than possible within the Nine Realms proper.
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“The Heavenly Venerable has slain Holy Emperor Qian Yang?”
“A Holy Emperor has fallen?”
This unprecedented news spread rapidly throughout the Nine Realms, shocking countless beings. The Saints and Perennials of many holy sects were left utterly astounded.
What these powerful entities could never have anticipated, especially those of the Tian Luo Holy Sect, was that just one year after Holy Emperor Qian Yang’s demise, Holy Emperor Tian Luo would face the greatest threat to his existence in the deeper reaches of the Nine Realms’ void.
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In this endless expanse, there were only countless spatial currents and the occasional worldlet drifting by, protected by operational laws. Beyond these, only exceptionally massive celestial bodies—void-born titans that even Saints struggled to destroy—populated the emptiness.
Boom! Boom! A figure wreathed in lightning and a black-robed silhouette sped through the spatial currents, their auras radiating extraordinary power. Any Saint from the Nine Realms would instantly recognize them as Holy Emperor Tian Luo and Holy Emperor Jian Ming—sworn enemies whose names struck fear throughout all realms, yet now traveling together.
In another three months, my Tai Heng incarnation will arrive at the rendezvous point. Holy Emperor Tian Luo thought confidently. Once all three incarnations are united, even Overlord Wu Ji won’t be able to harm me.
However, it would take a considerable length of time for his three incarnations to converge from their respective holy sect headquarters.
Just then, a terrifying fluctuation propagated from the depths of the chaotic spatial currents.
Rumble~ The waves rippled outward, instantly jolting both Holy Emperors to alertness.
At the edge of the spatial turbulence stood two figures—one in black, one in white—their robes billowing majestically. Beneath their feet, the chaotic spatial currents had completely subsided.
“Overlord Wu Ji!!” Holy Emperor Tian Luo stared intently at the black-robed figure, his eyes blazing with fury.
Holy Emperor Jian Ming fixed his gaze on the white-robed figure. Both knew that while Overlord Wu Ji appeared formidable, the true, immense threat came from that mysterious white-robed Overlord.
“Should I address you as Holy Emperor Tian Luo and Holy Emperor Jian Ming?” Wu Yuan’s ether body looked down at them, his voice deceptively gentle. “Or should I call you Holy Emperor Qian Yang?”
A heavy silence descended.
“Haha, so you’ve figured it out?” Holy Emperor Tian Luo suddenly erupted with laughter, bloodlust gleaming in his eyes—eyes that now bore a striking resemblance to Holy Emperor Qian Yang’s.
“I wasn’t entirely certain before,” Wu Yuan replied with a faint smile. “But the moment I saw you two together, I knew.”
Indeed, when Wu Yuan had discovered that Holy Emperor Qian Yang hadn’t truly perished, he had suspected the six Holy Emperors might be one and the same person. Seeing Holy Emperor Tian Luo and Holy Emperor Jian Ming together confirmed his suspicions, especially as the numerous Xiantian artifacts dropped by Holy Emperor Qian Yang began subtly vibrating in response.
“I’m curious,” Wu Yuan said, with genuine intrigue in his expression. “Even if one comprehends the Great Dao of Five Elements and cultivates five ether bodies, cultivating multiple Eternal Psyches should be impossible. How did you manage to create multiple Saint-level bodies?”
This question truly fascinated Wu Yuan. Only one’s true self could cultivate an Eternal Psyche—an inviolable law of the cosmic sea that even Eldritch Progenitor Hou Tu or the Heavenly Imperator couldn’t circumvent.
“Curiosity can be deadly. Die!” Holy Emperor Tian Luo roared, exploding into action. His body instantly grew to a colossal size of ten thousand li, nine enormous hands swinging forth to unleash a storm of lightning aimed at Wu Yuan.
Holy Emperor Jian Ming’s hair billowed wildly as he drew his sword without hesitation. Countless purple sword lights danced around him, his aura surging to terrifying heights. Together, they formed a massive purple realm that enveloped Wu Yuan’s mana body.
Knowing escape was impossible, the two Holy Emperors attacked without hesitation, primarily targeting Wu Yuan’s mana body.
Rumble~ Their combined power tore through space like an unstoppable force, countless lightning bolts striking the white-robed figure.
Just as satisfaction began to show on their faces, their expressions froze.
“How can you be certain that what you see is real?” A gentle voice echoed from nowhere and everywhere.
A white-robed figure suddenly appeared in another position, his aura ethereally calm as he gazed down at the two Holy Emperors.
“This?”
“Has his illusion already taken effect?” Both Holy Emperors realized simultaneously they had fallen into a trap. How could they possibly break free when they couldn’t even detect that they had been affected?
From Wu Yuan’s perspective, the two Holy Emperors’ eyes had grown hazy, completely lost in his illusion while their physical forms remained vulnerable in reality.
Ultimate technique, sixth move! Wu Yuan’s ether body commanded. Worldforge!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Violent blade rays flashed through space, their terrifying speed cutting through the spatial turbulence. The immense power suppressed the chaotic currents, striking Holy Emperor Jian Ming’s defenseless body.
Rumble~ The Holy Emperor was sent flying backward, his vital aura rapidly diminishing with each passing moment.
Annihilate! Wu Yuan’s gaze turned ice-cold.
Another horrifying blade ray erupted, striking Holy Emperor Jian Ming’s body again and inflicting grievous wounds.
“Ahhh!” Holy Emperor Jian Ming finally broke free from the illusion, desperately swinging his sword in defense. Simultaneously, he frantically tried to wake Holy Emperor Tian Luo up, but his efforts proved futile. Though his incarnation secret art was extraordinary, it had severe limitations.
“I told you, there’s no escape!” Wu Yuan’s voice was frigid as he transformed into a dazzling, endless black light, launching his final assault on Holy Emperor Jian Ming.
Blade rays stacked upon each other, unleashing endless might!
“Overlord Wu Ji… No! Heavenly Venerable! Heavenly Venerable!” Holy Emperor Jian Ming roared in desperation, his defenses in disarray. “I have no wish to be your enemy. Why must you push me to this extent?”
Wu Yuan’s response was cold: “You attacked me first. Besides, I only have one Grand Supreme Token. I want more.”
Holy Emperor Jian Ming’s vital aura continued to plummet.
