Chapter 480 - 423: Become a Sovereign Soon

Desolate Halberd True Monarch looked at the figure, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes. This kid knew how to cherish opportunities.

The traces of a battle between True Monarchs were inherently extremely rare objects of comprehension. Those shattered Laws, annihilated Dao Rhymes, and lingering killing intent were serendipitous resources for enlightenment for any Great Master.

"Let’s go, Qi the Kid," he said, his voice not loud, but clearly piercing through the chaotic turbulence remaining in the void to fall into Qi Yun’s ears. "Back to Profound Yellow. If we don’t go back now, I’m afraid we never will."

Qi Yun turned around, the divine light in his Cyan Gold eyes slowly retracting. He looked at Desolate Halberd True Monarch with a hint of confusion. "We can’t go back?"

Desolate Halberd True Monarch nodded slightly. He casually pointed at the completely Broken Lingyong Realm Heaven, then at the depths of the endless void. His tone was flat but carried an unquestionable certainty. "Driving them out is only the first step."

He paused, his eyes seeming to reflect scenes of stars being born and dying, of the void shattering. "True Monarchs in the Outer Realm are elusive. Entities like the Master of the Ancient Coffin cannot find all of them.

"Before long, they will definitely seal the paths into Profound Yellow from the periphery.

"They will make it so that all True Monarchs still in the Outer Realm can never return to Profound Yellow."

He looked at Qi Yun, his calm gaze exerting an invisible pressure. "Being separated from Profound Yellow for too long will also cause one’s Fruit Position to become unstable.

"Therefore, whether it’s driving us out or blocking us from returning, these are all methods the old fogeys are using against us."

He paused slightly, emphasizing every word. "And... they are equally effective."

Qi Yun fell silent. He looked at the True Monarch before him, bathed in blood and reborn, yet still unparalleled in his domineering might. Then, he looked at the completely Broken Lingyong Realm Heaven and into the depths of the endless void. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning.

Those lofty beings who only existed in legends, those Above the True Monarch, had already become absolutely and irreconcilably hostile toward the True Monarchs currently presiding over Profound Yellow and looking down upon all living things. And as for the final flashpoint of this super war... his gaze narrowed slightly, the answer already clear in his mind. In all likelihood, it would still fall upon the Profound Yellow Origin Realm.

"Kid," Desolate Halberd True Monarch’s voice rang out again, pulling him back from his thoughts. "I know your ambitions are vast."

His gaze fell upon Qi Yun, calm but carrying a penetrating clarity that had seen through the affairs of the world after experiencing myriad tribulations. "But the current situation will no longer give you much time."

He paused slightly. Word by word, like the clashing of gold and iron, his voice smashed into the depths of Qi Yun’s Heart and Spirit. "Become a True Monarch as soon as possible.

"If you do not become a True Monarch, once that great war descends..." He raised his hand and pointed at the devastated Lingyong Realm Heaven, now thoroughly reduced to a dead land. "...I’m afraid not a single living being in all of Profound Yellow will survive."

Qi Yun followed his pointing finger. That Realm Heaven split in half, those floating corpses, that dissipating Incense and Wish Power, and the trillions of living beings that had completely returned to nothingness—it all struck his heart like a heavy hammer. Slowly withdrawing his gaze, he lowered his head slightly and bowed solemnly to Desolate Halberd True Monarch. "This disciple understands."

Desolate Halberd True Monarch nodded without another word. Raising his right hand, he beckoned gently in Qi Yun’s direction.

SWISH!

The Six Realms Heaven in Qi Yun’s arms suddenly flew out! It traced a deep blue trajectory through the void and landed in Desolate Halberd True Monarch’s open palm. Immediately after, he curled his five fingers and clenched his fist.

HUM!

The Six Realms Heaven suddenly erupted with unprecedentedly dazzling light! Within the light, countless ancient seal characters seemed to come alive, frantically circulating, combining, and evolving! They detached from the surface of the Bronze Block, transforming into thick chains of Laws that ruthlessly pierced toward a certain direction in the void!

RIP!

The void, like fragile silk, was forcefully torn open into a massive rift by those Law chains! At the edges of the rift, chaotic air currents surged, and Earth Fire, Wind, and Water roared! Deep within that rift, a straight, stable passage emitting a gentle light was rapidly taking shape! At the end of the passage, a vast and boundless Heaven and Earth could be faintly seen—it was the aura of the Profound Yellow Origin Realm!

"Let’s go!" Desolate Halberd True Monarch said softly. His figure transformed into a streak of Flowing Light as he took the lead and charged into the passage!

Qi Yun followed closely behind without the slightest hesitation! The two figures, one after the other, submerged into the Cosmic Jade passage leading to Profound Yellow. Behind them, the massive rift slowly healed, and the chaotic air currents gradually subsided. Only the completely Broken Lingyong Realm Heaven, entirely reduced to a dead land, remained alongside countless floating corpses and ruins, drifting silently and eternally in this expanse of the void.

***

The moment he stepped into the passage, Qi Yun felt the scene before his eyes abruptly change. Those bizarre and grotesque void phenomena, the raging chaotic turbulence, and the unpredictably eerie spatial folds were all completely isolated outside. Beneath his feet was a solid road condensed from Laws, leading straight into the distance. Ahead, Desolate Halberd True Monarch’s back was as towering as a mountain. That pitch-black Great Halberd hovered by his side, exuding a reassuring aura. Qi Yun composed his Heart and Spirit and followed closely.

Inside the passage, there was no sun, no moon, no time, and no space. It felt as if only an instant had passed, yet also as if ten thousand years had gone by. Finally, the vast aura of the Profound Yellow Origin Realm ahead became clearer and clearer, thicker and thicker, until it was... within reach!

At the very instant the two figures were about to dash out of the passage and truly step into the territory of the Profound Yellow Origin Realm—

HUM!

An indescribable, suffocatingly powerful force of restraint and teleportation suddenly erupted without warning! A forced teleportation! Qi Yun only felt his vision blur. By the time he stabilized his posture and recovered his senses, the scenery before him had drastically changed!

Wuji Holy Sect, Taixu Mirror Heaven!

That familiar glazed Celestial Vault flowing with cold radiance, those towering Profound Iron palaces, that swirling sea of clouds, those tranquil Dao Rhymes... Everything was incredibly familiar.

Qi Yun frowned slightly and subconsciously looked to his side. Desolate Halberd True Monarch stood right next to him, having likewise been forcibly teleported here from the passage. The pitch-black Great Halberd hovering beside him let out a low, slightly dissatisfied hum.

Desolate Halberd True Monarch ignored the halberd’s humming. He raised his eyes slightly, looking toward a certain spot in the void.

There, a figure in a dark robe stood with his hands behind his back. The robe was as black as ink, devoid of any ornamentation, yet it naturally exuded a heart-palpitating intent of Gui Wu. His face was as cold and hard as ten-thousand-year cold iron, and his brow showed no emotional fluctuations. His eyes alone seemed to freeze all things, so deep that one could not see the bottom.

True Monarch of No Dao Extreme Law.

Desolate Halberd True Monarch looked at him, his brow furrowing slightly just as he was about to speak. Wu Dao, however, remained completely silent. Raising his hand, he gave a gentle flick. A streak of golden light flew out from his sleeve, tracing a profound trajectory to land perfectly and impartially into Desolate Halberd True Monarch’s open palm.

It was a golden invitation. About three inches long and two fingers wide, its entire body presented a warm, noble, pale golden hue. On the surface of the invitation, there were no words and no patterns, only a faint illusion that seemed to be condensed from countless ancient seal characters. It was a palace. A palace so towering it was indescribable, so magnificent it was unimaginable, as if it bore all the providence and Daoist orthodoxies of the myriad heavens and worlds—the Celestial Palace.

Desolate Halberd True Monarch lowered his eyes, his gaze landing on the golden invitation. It landed on the illusory projection of that palace. His previously slightly furrowed brow suddenly tightened.

"The Celestial Court... has emerged?"