Outside the ancient castle, the powerful cultivators of the Zhanxian Tower, along with Xiang Yang and the others, all looked up toward the sky.
The massive face that had just appeared left a huge impact on them.
They had no idea what was happening.
Only Xiang Yang knewâa powerful being from the Upper Realm had descended.
âThis is bad! Brother Wushuang still hasnât appeared. What is he waiting for?â Xiang Yangâs heart was filled with anxiety.
But there was nothing he could do.
In the next moment, the color of the sky changed, and these cultivators began to rise into the air as if an enormous force was pulling them up. It felt like they were being dragged away by a giant suction force.
High in the sky, a giant sun appeared.
Zhen Xian, standing silent, formed a hand seal with one hand and shouted, âDevour the heavens and earth!â
This was a type of condensed divine ability.
Devouring a section of the heavens and earth, then condensing the power within it.
However, this method was cumbersome, and the power gained was minuscule. But if the world being condensed contained the ancient demonâs essence blood, then the harvest would be much greater.
Not only would the world be condensed, but along with it, billions of mortals and countless cultivators would be absorbed as well.
One part would be the ancient demonâs essence blood, and another part would be billions of souls.
âHuh!â
A soft sigh caught Zhen Xianâs attention.
It was Wei Jiuxian.
He exhaled lightly and looked helplessly at Zhen Xian, his tone stiff as he spoke: âWhy? Why, after gaining so much, do you still covet these things? Are cultivators truly driven by endless greed?â
âWhy do you always disregard mortals as humans? Do you not realize that you yourself once walked the path from mortal to immortal?â
âWhy do you always believe that mortals cannot resist?â
âWhyâŠâ
âWhy so many questions? If you werenât pretending to be noble, would I have ended up like this?â Zhen Xian sneered, paying no further attention to Wei Jiuxian. After all, they would all soon die in the condensation process.
Li Miao had originally intended to say something, but upon noticing Zhen Xianâs cold indifference toward him, he abandoned the thought.
When he turned to look at Wei Jiuxian, the jealousy and bitterness in his heart had faded, replaced by a sense of pity for the other man.
âWhy bother!â Li Miao shook his head slightly.
Wei Jiuxian, standing midair, clenched one hand into a fist, while gripping a spear in the other.
He muttered to himself with his head lowered, then shook his head again, finding his words childish, unable to express them. But when an opposing aura surged toward him, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of killing intent, and shouted:
âI ask youâWHY!!!â
The roar startled everyone!
Wei Jiuxian had finally let out the anger heâd been suppressing for so long.
âHmm?â
True Lord Ye Huo, who had just entered Mangshan City, also paused. He had never taken Wei Jiuxian seriously, but at that moment, after sensing the strange aura around him, he sized him up for the first time.
âInteresting!â
Looking at Wei Jiuxian, True Lord Ye Huo turned to Zhen Xian and said, âLeave this little one alive!â
With that, he paid no further attention to him.
However, just as he was turning away, the aura around Wei Jiuxian plummeted sharply.
âNot good!â
True Lord Ye Huoâs figure flashed, trying to intervene, but it was too late.
In that instant, the seemingly unremarkable Wei Jiuxian had pierced through Zhen Xianâs chest with a spear, shattering his body and even his soul.
âIâŠâ Zhen Xian looked in disbelief at the hole in his chest.
His reaction had been even slower than his masterâs.
By now, it was already his final breath.
He had fallen!
Completely fallen, as Wei Jiuxianâs spear had pierced through his chest, leaving him dead beyond any hope of revival.
As Wei Jiuxian struck, the life seed within his body began to erupt.
His entire being surged with energy, his aura rising by several levels.
This was the seed of life that the woman in white had left him back then.
With it, he could protect the Tang Empire of the Eastern Lands and even the Red-Eyed Realm.
âItâs actually a seed of life!â True Lord Ye Huo also sensed the aura at that moment, his face filled with shock.
In the Mortal Realm, to encounter such a treasureâŠ
This was something that even Immortals would fight over!
âMy luck is incredible!â At this moment, he felt no sadness over the death of his disciple, only excitement.
Coming to the Mortal Realm, not only had he acquired a soul-advancing formation, but also the complete corpse of an ancient demon.
And now, he had stumbled upon a seed of life.
At this moment, he felt like he was the chosen one of this world.
âHaha, this realm truly is my lucky domain. I almost donât want to destroy it!â True Lord Ye Huo was ecstatic. He looked at Wei Jiuxian and said excitedly, âBoy, give me that seed inside you, and maybe Iâll spare your life!â
Fu Qing stood silently to the side, glancing at his senior brotherâs corpse, then at True Lord Ye Huo, but in the end, he said nothing.
The death of Zhen Xian was worthless in the face of the seed of life.
Li Miao opened his mouth, but it wasnât because he had anything to sayâit was the despair he felt at Wei Jiuxianâs continuous displays of power, each time surpassing his limits by countless folds.
Just what kind of inheritance had he obtained?
Only Wei Jiuxian knew.
Facing True Lord Ye Huo now, he knew he stood no chance, but he was determined to give it his all.
âYouâll take nothing from me but my life!â Wei Jiuxian pulled out the burning seed of life and crushed it with one hand.
The overwhelming power surged through him, nearly tearing his body apart.
It was clear he couldnât contain such power.
True Lord Ye Huo watched the seed of life being crushed and felt an intense pain in his heart. He raged, âThat was a seed of life! What a waste, an absolute waste!â
Even though the seed had been shattered, the power remained, though its value was far less than if it had been intact.
So, Wei Jiuxian had to die.
âBoy, youâve angered me now!â True Lord Ye Huo flicked his fingers, and two fireballs as bright as the sun formed instantly, hurtling toward Wei Jiuxian.
The scorching heat swept over him, but Wei Jiuxian didnât dodge. He raised his spear, which shot forward like a dragon, charging straight into the flames.
Hidden in the void, Jian Wushuang watched this scene and shook his head in resignation.
If he hadnât appeared in this world, it would most likely be doomed.
Still, even with his presence, he wouldnât act rashly.
At most, heâd wait for one side to win, then step in to clean up the mess, claim the treasure, and leave.
At least Xiang Yang and Jiang Shang werenât in any mortal danger.
Jiu Chenâs true body was also watching. Earlier, when his clone had revealed the soul-advancing formation to save Li Miao, he had felt a moment of confusion.
Because he had never experienced something like this.
On the ground.
The powerful members of the Zhanxian Tower outside the ancient castle saw their commander displaying such immense strength, and they couldnât help but cheer.
At that moment, even if they all died in battle, it would be worth it.
Because this was the Tang Empire, where only mighty warriors fell in battleâthere were no weaklings who knelt and begged for mercy.
The Emperor of the Tang Empire?
From now on, the Tang Empire would have no emperor, only one name.
Wei Jiuxian!
The Tang Empire could live without an emperor, but it could never live without Wei Jiuxian.