“When subjected to the punishment of the five thunders striking the top, let him be reduced to ashes.”
Michael slowly crawled out from the human-shaped crater, dishevelled and covered in dirt, gnashing his teeth stained with blood, and said this.
“The Hell Realm cultivators have killed fourteen Great Saints of our realm, please let the Heavenly Palace seek justice for the Blade God Realm.”
“Please let the Heavenly Palace punish the Hell Realm cultivators.”
“Please let the Heavenly Palace use the punishment of the five thunders striking the top to execute the intruders from the Hell Realm.”
…
The cultivators of the Blade God Realm filed out from the courtyard one after another, all cupping their fists and bowing to the two divine spirits.
Yan Wushen’s consciousness and one soul had hidden deep within Chi Kunlun’s body when the two divine spirits arrived, with Chi Kunlun’s own soul spirit occupying the physical form.
The cultivators of the Kunlun Realm arrived.
The Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman withstood the divine might from the two, walking out from the crowd, and said: “Chi Kunlun is a cultivator of the Kunlun Realm, not of the Hell Realm. He has not gone on a killing spree either, merely conducting normal challenges. Otherwise, how could the Blade God Realm have only lost so few Great Saints?”
“With divine spirits present, is there a place for you to speak?”
Two beams of white light pillars surged from Michael’s eyes, attacking towards the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman.
A Confucian Ancestor holy book appeared in the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman’s hand, a pair of fire phoenix wings emerged on her back, a divine palace appeared above her head… nine different powers manifested simultaneously, resolving the two light pillars surging from Michael’s eyes.
Any single one of the Nine Heavens Mysterious Women could not be Michael’s opponent.
But with the nine women united as one, her cultivation and combat power could climb several levels higher.
Michael revealed a look of astonishment, clearly not having anticipated that the Kunlun Realm still harboured such a powerhouse. Even if she had not reached the level of the Peerless Scroll, she had probably attained the standard to ascend the Red Dust Scroll.
“A cultivator who has stayed in the Hell Realm for a thousand years is likely already a traitor, viewing himself as a member of the Hell Realm.” The Grand Palace Master of the Order Palace said this.
A Great Saint of the Blade God Realm said: “Chi Kunlun is the son of Zhang Ruchen, so his body must also flow with the bloodline of the undead blood race.”
“He is the spawn of a great traitor, absolutely cannot be spared.” Michael said.
“The Hell Realm and the Heavenly Court are about to go to war, and Chi Kunlun returning to the Heavenly Court at this time definitely harbours some scheme. He is very likely a sleeper agent of the Hell Realm.”
…
The Paradise Realm factions had lost all face tonight and sought to put Chi Kunlun to death, thereby turning the tables in one move.
Divine spirits naturally had to maintain the bearing of divine spirits. From beginning to end, Wu Ma Jiuxing had not spoken a word, handing the decision-making power to the Heavenly Palace divine spirit.
The Heavenly Palace divine spirit said: “Whether a cultivator of the Kunlun Realm or one who cultivated in the Hell Realm, since there is controversy, this god shall first take Chi Kunlun back to the Heavenly Palace. Once it is investigated clearly, then the manner of disposal shall be determined.”
The internal factions of the Heavenly Palace were intricate and complex.
This Heavenly Palace divine spirit, able to come together with Wu Ma Jiuxing, was evidently on good terms with the Blade God Realm.
If he were allowed to take Chi Kunlun away, how could Chi Kunlun survive the night?
The cultivators of the Kunlun Realm all revealed anxious expressions, but who could defy a decision made by a divine spirit? Even the Nine Heavens Mysterious Woman was specially targeted by Wu Ma Jiuxing, who used powerful divine power to suppress her, rendering her unable to speak.
“What if I disagree?”
A voice extremely pleasant to the ear yet piercingly cold rang out from afar.
Including Wu Ma Jiuxing and the Heavenly Palace divine spirit, everyone’s gazes turned towards the source of the sound one after another.
On the sea surface, a graceful and beautiful figure walked over.
She wore plain white garments, with no luxurious adornments on her body. Her black long hair was simply tied behind with a green cord. Without powerful might, without power fluctuations, yet she was beautiful like a fairy treading on waves, causing one to feel suffocated upon a single glance.
Even a beauty like Ancient Na Fairy could hardly evoke such intense emotional fluctuations in a Great Saint.
Michael let out a cold hum: “Who do you think you are? Can you defy a divine spirit’s decision?”
From her elegant red lips, two words were uttered: “Kneel down.”
“Peng!”
Michael heavily knelt on the ground, his kneecaps shattering.
He could not speak, only looking towards that peerlessly beautiful woman who had already ascended the island with eyes of shock and horror, realising he had misjudged. The other party was a divine spirit.
Damn it!
Since she was a divine spirit, why did she have not a shred of aura?
“No, she seems to be…” In Michael’s mind, the figure of a divine spirit emerged, and immediately, regret deepened in his heart.
“Greetings to the Empress.”
The cultivators of the Kunlun Realm, one after another, were overjoyed and bowed in salute to Chi Yao as she drew near.
The cultivators on the island all revealed shocked expressions, with reverence, fear, and also admiration.
Chi Yao held extremely high renown among the various gods of the Heavenly Court. Not only had she just become a god yet could slay gods, she also possessed beauty comparable to the Moon Goddess. A thousand years ago, she had single-handedly supported the tottering Kunlun Realm.
“I never expected that Empress Chi Yao is truly so stunningly beautiful. Even those fairies on the ‘Nine Immortals Beauty Chart’ pale somewhat in comparison to her.” Quite a few cultivators gazed from afar, such thoughts arising in their hearts.
But such words, they would never dare to utter no matter what.
Divine spirits could only be gazed upon from below, not commented upon.
Chi Kunlun, kneeling on one knee and bitterly supporting himself, tightly clenched his teeth, looking at the woman before him, his emotions complex beyond measure, bitter and indefinable.
It was this woman who had raised him and his sister.
When they were young, she had stayed by their side, telling them ancient myths, watching the stars beyond the heavens, teaching them the best techniques, providing the best cultivation resources, caring for them in every possible way.
At that time, Chi Yao was the person he respected and idolised the most.
But it was Chi Yao who had deceived him and his sister.
She had told them they had no parents, that Zhang Ruchen had killed their parents. This hatred had accompanied them from childhood into adulthood, deeply etched into their hearts.
Yet when he sought to strike down Zhang Ruchen and avenge his parents, he learned the truth. The enemy he had always wanted to kill turned out to be his own father.
And that empress he respected and idolised the most was actually their mother.
But this mother had deceived them for over a decade.
After being taken to the Hell Realm by Yan Wushen, Chi Kunlun had actually been quite free and could have returned to the Kunlun Realm at any time. However, he did not know how to face Chi Yao, or in what manner to face her.
Should he think more of her past kindness and continue to respect her? Or should he hate her because of her deception?
The more he thought, the more sorrowful Chi Kunlun became.
In any case, this empress would absolutely never admit to having children, let alone that her children were born together with the primordial cycle’s great traitor Zhang Ruchen.
Wu Ma Jiuxing did not regard this empress of the Kunlun Realm in the slightest, indifferently saying: “Does the Empress wish to oppose the Heavenly Palace, or to defy the heavenly laws?”
Chi Yao also did not regard him, walking to Chi Kunlun’s side.
Immediately, Chi Kunlun felt his entire body lighten, the powerful divine force pressing down on him vanishing without a trace.
Chi Kunlun looked up, seeing a trace of tender affection filled with care in Chi Yao’s eyes. But it soon disappeared again, making him wonder if he had seen it wrong.
“It’s good that you have returned.”
She extended one hand, intending to touch Chi Kunlun’s face, but halfway through, she withdrew it again, saying: “Come with me. Since you have returned, cultivate well in the Heavenly Court from now on. No one can do anything to you.”
“Does the Empress truly intend to defy the heavenly laws?”
Wu Ma Jiuxing blocked in front of Chi Yao, standing casually, yet it was as if he had transformed into a divine mountain standing there.
Chi Yao finally looked directly at him, saying: “Chi Kunlun is a cultivator of the Kunlun Realm, his name has always been on the Kunlun Realm’s ‘Merit Register’ on the Merit Star. It is not up to you to declare with a single word that he is a cultivator of the Hell Realm.”
“Who says that being on the Kunlun Realm’s ‘Merit Register’ means one is certainly a cultivator of the Kunlun Realm? Chi Kunlun’s identity has always been a mystery. Who knows what his true identity really is?”
Wu Ma Jiuxing was certain that Chi Yao would not dare to publicise Chi Kunlun’s background, so he felt secure. Today, he was determined to borrow the heavenly laws to avenge the fallen Great Saints of the Blade God Realm.
A smile appeared on Chi Yao’s jade-like pure white face.
That smile seemed capable of captivating all beings, causing countless cultivators who saw it to lose their souls.
She raised her voice: “Today, this god shall declare here that Chi Kunlun is my, Chi Yao’s, son, and moreover the future emperor of the Kunlun Realm. Whoever dares to speak ill of him again is undoubtedly humiliating this god, no different from insulting me.”
“Peng!”
Chi Yao waved her hand and slapped down, striking the kneeling Michael at the side, causing him to explode and scatter, turning into a mass of blood mist.
“He said earlier that my son is a spawn, and this is his end.”
Leaving these words behind, Chi Yao took Chi Kunlun and left the place.
No one dared to stop them.
The cultivators on the island looked at the blood mist covering the ground, then at the departing Chi Yao and Chi Kunlun, and for a moment, they were so shocked that they could not utter a word.
In the presence of a true god, a figure of Michael’s status and cultivation was like an ant, slain on a whim.
Too domineering, too overbearing!
How could Chi Kunlun not be shocked?
He had never imagined that Chi Yao would declare his identity in front of the world’s cultivators. This made his emotions even more conflicted and complex.
Returning to the courtyard where the Kunlun Realm cultivators resided.
Chi Yao suddenly stopped her steps, saying: “Come out yourself!”
Chi Kunlun stood behind her, not daring to speak.
Suddenly, Chi Yao struck like lightning, pointing one finger at Chi Kunlun’s brow and forcibly dragging out Yan Wushen’s soul shadow, saying: “Speak, how do you wish to die?”
A trace of panic appeared on Chi Kunlun’s face, and he hurriedly said: “Empress, do not kill Master.”
Yan Wushen’s soul shadow, however, showed no fear, laughing: “Why still call her Empress? You should change it to Mother God!”
Immediately after, Yan Wushen found a stone bench, walked over, and sat down, saying: “Chi Yao, you will not kill me. If you wanted to, you would have drawn out my soul in the Blade God Realm’s courtyard and handed it over to the Heavenly Palace’s divine spirit for disposal, rather than waiting until now.”
“Peng!”
The stone bench beneath Yan Wushen exploded, turning into stone powder.
Helplessly, Yan Wushen could only stand up, facing Chi Yao’s pair of icy cold eyes, and said: “For you to bear children for Zhang Ruchen and even dare to admit it, this requires immense courage. It shows that you deeply love your children, and even more deeply love Zhang Ruchen. But why have you two become mortal enemies, estranged like strangers? Have you ever considered that the problem lies with you? Which man likes a woman as cold and icy as you?”
“If you dare to say one more word, this god shall surely slay you.” Chi Yao said.
Yan Wushen said: “You will not kill me. This is merely one soul of mine. Destroying this soul will indeed affect my cultivation, but it cannot kill my true body. However, the price you pay is offending the entire Dark Abyss Yan Clan.”
“The Dark Abyss Yan Clan has always been too lazy to concern itself with the struggles between the Heavenly Court and the Hell Realm, and is not an enemy of the Kunlun Realm. Given the Kunlun Realm’s current situation, surely it does not wish to make a powerful enemy out of thin air?”
“Secondly, if you destroy this soul of mine, Kunlun will also hate you.”
“Chi Yao, actually we are not only not enemies, we can even be allies. If you still have interest in Zhang Ruchen, I can also think of ways to create opportunities for you two…”
Yan Wushen immediately stopped, because he discovered a sword suspended above his head, and laughed: “Empress, calm your anger. I shall leave right away, no more words, no more words!”
“Come back! Who allowed you to leave?” Chi Yao rebuked.
