The Blue Sky Sword Sea was peaceful.
So peaceful that nothing noteworthy had happened for hundreds of years.
The Eight Saints of Azure Sky became increasingly mysterious, until not even a whisper of news about them remained.
Cultivators only knew that Chi Yu, the current vice-leader of the Blue Sky Sword Sea, still showed signs of activity, while there was no news of the other saints.
New disciples and elders would first encounter the White Emperor at the entrance, who had connections to the saint of Emperor Capital.
Some said the White Emperor was a spirit pet raised by the saint of Emperor Capital, which was quite an intriguing notion.
However, the White Emperor did have a pleasant disposition, greeting both elders and disciples warmly whenever they passed through.
Disciples would politely return his greetings, sometimes even chatting with him and offering gifts.
This would make the White Emperor feel quite honored, his face beaming with smiles.
Of course, not every disciple was so courteous. Some of noble birth and exceptional talent would treat the White Emperor poorly, calling him the old door-keeping dog.
After years of torment from Emperor Capital, the White Emperor had lost his temper long ago. Being called a door-keeping dog was fine - at least it was better than being tortured.
His temperament had become so mild now, thoroughly reformed by Emperor Capital's conditioning.
Besides the White Emperor, known to all as the old door-keeping dog of Blue Sky Sword Sea, the rising stars were the newly appointed elders Zhou Jia and Bai Lu.
These two indeed possessed extraordinary talent. Zhou Jia was originally the princess of the Great Zhou Dynasty, essentially a subordinate of Blue Sky Sword Sea, and was considered the most highly regarded prodigy of this era.
Some said Zhou Jia's talent was equivalent to one and a half emperor candidates, with becoming a quasi-saint as her lower limit. The Great Zhou Dynasty must be pinching themselves over producing such a prodigy.
Bai Lu had no background, being a lone wolf, but his talent in the Way of Chess was extraordinary. Having already entered the Dao, as long as his cultivation path remained smooth, achieving sainthood was certain.
With these two prodigies, Blue Sky Sword Sea had essentially secured two future saints.
Among the disciples, several emperor candidates dominated the scene, with some already becoming inner disciples. One had reached the third layer of the Ocean-Overturning realm, deemed the foremost prodigy of the next generation.
Though everything seemed prosperous, Blue Sky Sword Sea still lacked an air of true magnificence.
Perhaps it was due to the absence of the Eight Saints.
But beyond the Eight Saints, an even more important figure was missing.
Missing the true soul of Blue Sky Sword Sea.
The Great Heaven faced judgment from the Heavenly Dao, unknown to the All Heavens World.
Thus, the All Heavens World remained in chaos with various realms battling each other. Among them, the Vast Emperor rose suddenly, using his battle divine abilities ruthlessly, even suppressing two realms at once.
The Vast Emperor could be considered one of the leaders in this inter-realm warfare.
After all, the premise was that the Vast Emperor would attack other realms first.
When an emperor went to question the Vast Emperor about his reasons for fighting,
The Vast Emperor pointed at that emperor's nose and scornfully shouted,
"Ask again and I'll fight you too!"
It was all about might makes right, which was one reason why the realm wars could break out.
Though this was a reason, it wasn't the main one.
The main reason was that the greater realms got involved, wanting to expand this war and reshape the structure of all realms.
As for the Heavenly Dao's judgment of the Great Heaven?
It wasn't their concern. Even if they knew about it, they wouldn't care. They actually hoped the entire Great Heaven would face judgment, creating more emperor positions for them to fill with their own.
Though the All Heavens World was connected, it was never truly unified.
Not to mention that the Heavenly Dao now vaguely separated all realms.
At the intersection between realms.
The Martial Emperor sat guard, his expression calm, unhurried, seemingly waiting - waiting for the Heavenly Dao's judgment to fall, and waiting for someone.
After an unknown time.
A child wearing loose Daoist robes appeared, with an oversized head and constantly moving eyes, smiling at the Martial Emperor.
"Hehe, the Ancestor said that for this heaven-switching operation, he wants an extra tenth of the Heavenly Dao, otherwise he won't help."
"Negotiating terms with me when the Heavenly Dao is about to collapse?" The Martial Emperor slightly frowned.
"Hehe, the Ancestor knows you're invincible in battle, that's why he dares to negotiate terms now. Don't be hasty, the Ancestor said whether you take five-tenths or four-tenths is the same, you'll still be the strongest anyway."
The robed child smiled, his face full of playfulness.
The Martial Emperor's expression returned to calm, and he asked again: "Then why didn't he come to tell me this himself?"
The child replied mischievously: "The Ancestor knows that if he dared to say this to your face, you'd definitely beat him half to death, so he sent me to die instead."
"He thought this through well." The Martial Emperor nodded, his finger already placed on the child's forehead, where brilliant golden light contained all the martial fortune of the All Heavens World.
The child's smile became frenzied as he laughed loudly.
"Legend says the Martial Emperor is invincible in heaven and earth, the original supreme being, almost equal to the Heavenly Dao itself. Is this true?!"
His smile quickly stopped as his entire body vanished. His quasi-emperor cultivation offered no resistance as he turned to dust scattered in the world.
The Martial Emperor stood in the universe, lightly shaking his finger, his expression still calm as he spoke softly.
"How could I let a worthless being who just became supreme not long ago ruin hundreds of thousands of years of planning."
The All Heavens World only knew there were three supreme beings.
Yet they didn't know that the other two supreme beings combined weren't enough to match the Martial Emperor alone.
The Martial Emperor's way was the most powerful battle dao in the All Heavens World, unmatched throughout history.
Now the Martial Emperor had seen someone who could stand shoulder to shoulder with him, though they hadn't grown up yet, but it should be soon.
"Four-path Great Saint, after the frontline battle passes, should be able to advance to quasi-emperor, then wait some years, wait for six paths, wait for emperor, then supreme being."
"By then, this mighty Heavenly Dao will cease to exist."
"I will personally create..."
"An equal world."
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nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
