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Chapter 60 Re-establishing the Heavens
Outside the meteorite belt, divine energy surged and auspicious clouds billowed from the Heavenly Court's main camp. The Lord of the Hall of Truth stood with his hands behind his back within the camp, his gaze piercing through layers of divine radiance and landing on Emperor Xuan, who had just broken through the bottleneck of the rules. A sigh echoed throughout the starry river.
"I never expected that the second representative of our Heavenly Court in this era would still come from the Primordial Realm. Zhenyu, it seems that your Primordial Realm is truly blessed by Heaven and enjoys great fortune."
Among the Great Saints of the Heavenly Court Realm, those who have cultivated the rules to the limit of 290 trillion are as numerous as carp crossing a river. There are only a handful of geniuses who can break through that chasm and condense 30 trillion rules in a single era. All of them are qualified to become the strongest in the God Realm. However, the Heavenly Court Realm only has Xue Renxian and Emperor Xuan, both of whom belong to the Primordial lineage. How could the Emperor not be moved?
The True Universe Divine Lord, dressed in a purple Daoist robe and surrounded by chaotic energy, merely smiled faintly upon hearing this, his tone calm: "Palace Master, you flatter me. I never expected that Emperor Xuan could surpass him and break through the Xuan Gate with a single step. It seems that the ancient divine weapon, the Crimson Sky Sword, ultimately did not choose the wrong master."
Emperor Xuan's cultivation period was shorter than that of established prodigies like Bai Kuotian, yet his talent surpassed all others of his time. He cultivated the dignified and awe-inspiring path of an emperor, outwardly displaying benevolent rule while inwardly harboring a sage's heart; his vision and magnanimity were unparalleled throughout the ages. If Ling Che hadn't found the dusty Crimson Sky Sword in the ancient lands of Kunlun Realm and gifted this ancient divine weapon, which mortals used as a rusty iron tablecloth, to Emperor Xuan, such a treasure would still be buried in the mortal world, never to see the light of day.
Beside him, the Thousand Star God Ancestor, his beard and hair shining like a sea of stars, laughed loudly, his voice shaking the surrounding area: "Ni Xuan Wuji was defeated by the combined forces of three powerful figures from the Primordial World, Yanfuxu was severely injured by Xue Renxian's sword, and Jiang Tianfang even perished under Emperor Xuan's sword! Zhenyu, this time your Primordial World has truly earned the Heavenly Court a lot of face."
Today, the Primordial Realm is deeply intertwined with many great realms such as the Thousand Star Civilization and the Big Dipper Civilization, forming a strategic alliance. Previously, after the Divine Nether Prince, an old friend of the Kunlun Realm, secretly met with the Thousand Star God Ancestor, the Big Dipper God Lord, and other giants of the Heavenly Court Realm, the Primordial Realm formed a life-and-death strategic alliance with the Thousand Star and Big Dipper, sharing both glory and loss.
Learning that the Divine Prince was still alive boosted their confidence, and they were brewing a major event that would shake the Heavenly Court and break the alliance of the four major world rulers who monopolized the Heavenly Court. That event was "Restarting the Grand Ceremony and Resealing the Heavens!"
Only by redefining the celestial order and reshuffling the power of the Heavenly Court can these suppressed realms reclaim their rightful voice from the four dominant worlds. The Thousand Star Ancestor's eyes gleamed with starlight; his Mingde breakthrough, defying the heavens, would undoubtedly secure another celestial position for his faction. The Pangu Realm faction had always been close to them, and the various realms of the Eastern Universe had no direct conflict of interest with them. As long as the heavens were re-established, the decline of the long-standing war between the Heavenly Court and the Underworld could surely be reversed.
Mingde and the others were naturally aware of the Thousand Star God Ancestor's scheme and were also secretly plotting their own. Within the Heavenly Court Realm, top powers such as the Temple of Time, Temple of Space, Temple of Merit, and Palace of Annihilation had long been rife with corruption and undercurrents, causing even Haotian a headache. He secretly thought that after this battle, Zhenyu and Xuandao must be placed in these temples to take control of the government. He absolutely could not allow people like Yu Jingzhen and Murong Huan to remain complacent and hold power.
His gaze swept across the asteroid belt below, now a living hell, and the Venerable Mingde's voice was indifferent yet carried an undeniable authority: "The Heavenly Court Grand Competition is approaching. All Great Saints, please return to your camps for now. I will determine your rankings based on your performance in the asteroid belt. The originally planned battles between Saint Kings and Saints are now meaningless. This time, my Heavenly Court's thirteen strongest Great Saints will step onto the arena and fight!"
Within the asteroid belt, rivers of blood flowed and corpses littered the ground. Tens of thousands of Great Saints had perished here, their vast holy blood coalescing into a sea of blood that stretched across the galaxy, churning ceaselessly. The Undying Blood Clan Great Saints of the Hell Realm lay prostrate in this sea of blood, drinking wildly and absorbing its essence; the Rakshasa Clan Great Saints devoured the flesh and blood of their own holy bodies; the Bone Clan Great Saints collected countless holy bones; and the Ghost Clan Great Saints devoured fragmented holy souls—a stark and horrifying scene of a cosmic inferno. These surviving Great Saints of the Hell Realm, nourished by this process of consumption, were bound to see their cultivation reach new heights.
Outside the Heavenly Court's main camp in the Primordial Realm, auspicious clouds swirled and auspicious vapors billowed. Xue Renxian and Emperor Xuan led a group of Great Sages from the Primordial Realm back on stars, where Zhen Qing Daohuang had been waiting with his troops and personally went to greet them.
"Leader Xue has performed an unparalleled feat this time. With the appearance of Sword Thirteen, he severely injured Yan Fuxu, the number one person in the mortal world of Hell. The gods were terrified, and the prestige of our Primordial World was greatly enhanced. Emperor Xuan, who had been silent until now, has made a stunning breakthrough and become the representative of the Yuan Society. He truly deserves to be called the Qilin son of the Liu family."
Emperor Zhenqing laughed heartily, and all the gods of the prehistoric world within the camp were beaming with joy. Xue Renxian's defeat of Yanfuxu and Emperor Xuan's breakthrough in realm to kill Jiang Tianfang were both decisive victories, enough to inspire the hearts of the people of the prehistoric world.
Upon hearing this, Xue Renxian's brows furrowed with an overwhelming sorrow. His gaze swept over the returning troops, and as he recalled the dozens of comrades who had perished in the Meteorite Belt, his voice deepened: "It's a pity about Uncle Luo and the others; they ultimately fell at the hands of the Asura Clan."
The Uncle-Master Luo he spoke of was an elder of the Blood God Sect, whose cultivation had reached the Thousand Questions Realm, yet he had died at the hands of a Supreme Saint from the Asura Temple. In the Kunlun Realm, many Saints from various races and sects also perished in the starry sky, their souls returning to the void.
Although Ni Xuan Wuji's methods were not as cunning as Jiang Tianfang's, his combat strength far surpassed Jiang Tianfang's. If Emperor Xuan had not come to their aid in time, Bai Kuotian and the others would probably have already lost their lives at his hands and turned into a handful of yellow earth in the meteorite belt.
Upon hearing this, the True Emperor and the gods all paled, their hearts heavy as if weighed down by an ancient divine mountain. Those fallen Great Saints were all former comrades-in-arms, now buried in foreign lands, their souls returning to the stars. How could this not cause them unbearable grief? Yet, the war between realms was a path paved with mountains of corpses and seas of blood; this was a price that had to be paid. After this battle, the Primordial Realm's fame resounded throughout the heavens. Thousands of Great Saints from the Hell Realm perished at the hands of Primordial Realm cultivators. On the Myriad Realms Merit Ranking, the Primordial Realm had risen to fifth place in the Western Universe, closely following the Blade God Realm.
"The grand competition agreed upon by the Divine Venerable Mingde and the gods of the Underworld has arrived. Sect Leader Xue and Emperor Xuan, you two are the pillars of our Primordial World, and you must step onto the arena for a battle. The Divine Lord Zhenyu has ordered that you two proceed to the main camp immediately for an audience."
Emperor Zhenqing spoke in a deep voice. The situation in this grand competition of the Heavenly Court, which was to determine the winner in thirteen rounds, was still unpredictable. Fortunately, Jiang Tianfang had died under Emperor Xuan's sword, which reduced a major variable. Otherwise, the outcome of the battle would have been even more difficult to predict.
Xue Renxian and Emperor Xuan exchanged a glance, said no more, and their figures transformed into two streams of light, flying straight towards the core camp of the Heavenly Court.
The Heavenly Court Camp is located within a giant abyss deep within the star field. This place was originally the site of the Taiwei Divine Palace, the core of the Taiwei Realm. It was destroyed by the combined forces of the Three Fiend Emperors, the Death God, and other hellish giants, turning it into a starry void stretching for tens of millions of miles, with a sinister atmosphere.
Within the camp, the powerful figures of the Heavenly Court gathered, with each true god like a star suspended above the abyss. Their divine might was like a prison, as deep as the ocean, rendering the deathly emptiness ethereal and illusory, a blend of holiness and majesty.
Guided by two divine generals from the Temple of Merit, Xue Renxian and Emperor Xuan entered the temple of the True Universe Divine Lord.
The temple stood ten thousand feet tall, its entire structure forged from the five elements of innate divine materials. It shimmered with light, displaying a five-colored glazed appearance, radiating auspicious energy, and exuding extraordinary holiness. Before the temple gates, two supreme-realm Qilin divine beasts lay still, their eyes slightly open, sweeping over the two people entering the temple before lowering their heads and closing their eyes again, their auras as heavy as mountains.
Inside the hall, the True Universe God was drinking alone, and drinking with him was none other than his mount, the blue ox. The blue ox lay sprawled on the jade table, its hooves clutching a divine wine jar, tilting its head back and drinking wildly, the wine flowing down its mouth and spilling all over the table.
"Drink slowly, you're not behaving like a divine beast at all. We have distinguished guests coming later, even a cow should be more refined." Lord Zhenyu shook his head helplessly and reprimanded him.
The big blue ox glared wide-eyed and retorted in a gruff voice, "You old codger, you're enjoying your drink while you try to tell me what to do? I am the pride of the ox clan, a disciple of the God, what's wrong with drinking a few jars of divine wine!"
Seeing that Zhenyu ignored him, Qingniu simply put all the remaining wine jars on the table into the steel ring around his waist, picked up the wine pot and drank wildly, occasionally taking out a handful of Wangpin Shengdan pills to chew and drink with his wine, indulging in extreme extravagance.
Zhenyu Shenjun sighed softly, rubbing his forehead. He had initially followed Zhang Dapao's example and raised a divine ox to show off his status, but he never expected to raise such a reckless fellow. Not only was it inherently lazy, but it also repeatedly defied his wishes. He had thought countless times about stewing this stubborn ox into a green ox hot pot.
"Xue Renxian and Liu Xun pay their respects to the True Universe Divine Lord!"
The two entered the main hall, bowed respectfully, and their clear voices resounded throughout the hall.
Upon seeing the two arrive, the True Universe Divine Lord was overjoyed. He quickly stepped forward and personally helped them up, speaking earnestly, "Sect Leader Xue and Emperor Xuan, you two have rendered outstanding service this time, a life-saving grace to both the Primordial World and the Heavenly Court. I should reward you handsomely."
He looked around for a while, and his gaze finally landed on the several jars of divine wine on the table. He waved his hand and took them over.
"This is the Flower Goddess Wine, which I brewed using ten thousand kinds of rare sacred flowers and the Divine Spring of Life. It is based on a secret recipe passed down from the Thousand Bud Realm. Consuming it can nourish one's spiritual power and stabilize one's origin."
After gifting the two with several jars of Flower Goddess Wine, Zhenyu Divine Lord still felt it was a bit stingy, so he raised his hand and summoned the steel ring around the waist of the Green Ox. With a flash of white light, several ancient medicine gourds were suspended in mid-air.
"I recently went to the Endless Divine Sea and obtained many divine materials. I personally refined a batch of pills. You two can have a taste."
Xue Renxian and Emperor Xuan took the medicine gourds, uncorked them, and a refreshing medicinal fragrance instantly filled the hall. Both of them were surprised, for each gourd of pills was of a grade above the King rank! Taking such pills back to their sect would be enough to cultivate dozens of new generation prodigies and greatly enhance their foundation.
"The Heavenly Court Grand Competition is about to begin, and I already have a conclusion on the outcome. The reason I summoned you two here is to discuss something: I intend to recommend you two to join the Temple of Truth. What are your thoughts?"
The True Universe Divine Lord's eyes gleamed with a sharp light. The Primordial Realm had already established a formidable reputation, making this the perfect time to expand its power. With the Divine Nether Prince mediating, the ancient legacy of the Kunlun Realm could be inherited by the Primordial Realm. Not only the Temple of Truth, but also the Temple of Time, the Temple of Space, the Temple of Merit, and even the Temple of Light—he intended to place his own people within the Primordial Realm, planting his pawns and seizing power.
Upon hearing this, Xue Renxian and Emperor Xuan had no objections whatsoever. The two had already been cultivating the Path of Truth, but it was still too early to grasp its essence. Although they possessed supreme means to contend with the Path of Eternity, cultivating another Path of Eternity would be entirely beneficial to their own cultivation and to the Primordial World.
Seeing that the two readily agreed, Zhenyu Divine Lord felt a great weight lifted from his heart. He waved his hand and invited the two Yuanhui representatives of the Temple of Truth to the banquet. The Temple Master of Truth would surely host a divine feast to entertain him. With this thought in mind, he became very interested and immediately pulled the two to sit down. They toasted each other again and drank the divine wine together.
While the Heavenly Court was filled with joy, a completely different farce of "filial piety" was unfolding in the Hellish camp.
"You unfilial son! You dare to run away! Kneel down before me at once!"
Yan Fuxu, the number one mortal in the underworld, was desperately hiding in the camp. The one chasing him was none other than his own father, Yan Huanyu's youngest son, Yan Chixin.
"Father! Why didn't you go to the Endless Divine Sea? Why did you come here instead!"
Yan Fuxu narrowly dodged a flying boot, his heart pounding with fear. He shrank back, looking at the imposing man before him, Yan Chixin. Yan Chixin was over ten feet tall, his physique as imposing as an ancient divine mountain. He wore crimson-gold armor and a yellow robe, and his cultivation was unfathomable. Among the Great God Realm experts of the Yanluo Clan, only the God of War Mitian and the Five Pure Sect could surpass him.
At this moment, Yan Chixin, barefoot, was furious, his eyes blazing with anger as he stared at Yanfuxu. The God of War, Mitian, hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, saying with a wry smile, "Brother Chixin, this is not how you teach your son. This place is the battlefield camp where the heavens hold their meetings, not the inner palace of the Yama clan. If word gets out, it will damage the clan's prestige."
Upon hearing this, Yan Chixin angrily put down the long whip he was holding tightly.
"If I had known you were so easily defeated, I shouldn't have asked the clan leader for the Origin Divine Eye to help you cultivate the Yama Hell! The Yama Clan's ten-thousand-year-old honor has been completely disgraced by you today!"
Yan Chixin was heartbroken. In his view, even if Xue Renxian mastered Sword Thirteen, he might not be able to break through the supreme divine power of Yama's Hell. Ultimately, it was because Yan Fuxu was afraid in the face of battle and failed to unleash the full power of Yama's Hell that he suffered a crushing defeat.
Yan Fuxu hung his head in silence, his heart filled with resentment. On the day Xue Renxian's Thirteen Swords appeared, he was indeed greatly shaken, hastily activating the Yama's Hell, only to have his Great Dao shattered by a single sword strike, losing utterly. But in a duel between masters, it's never just about cultivation and foundation; mental state and willpower are the key to victory. Once you lose, you lose, without any excuses.
"Chixin, victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, there's no need to be so harsh. This defeat might allow Xu'er to break through his mental barriers and turn misfortune into blessing." The ancient god of learning slowly stepped out, gently smoothing things over, and signaled Yan Fuxu to step down so that the father and son wouldn't lose face in the camp.
Outside the Asura clan's camp, the atmosphere was deathly still and cold. Ni Xuan Wuji was punished by Shi Tuo Luo to kneel outside the camp, holding a powerful ancient divine cauldron aloft with both hands. His face alternated between red and blue, and his bones cracked as if he were being crushed by billions of ancient divine mountains, suffering unbearable pain.
Inside the Netherworld Clan's camp, Wen Zhiren was explaining in a low voice to the newly arrived Lord of Netherworld City. Jiang Tianfang had died in battle in the asteroid belt, and as his direct descendant, he had to give the Lord of Netherworld City and the entire Netherworld Clan an explanation.