Chapter 98: Welcome the Envoy of the Primordial Immortal Court, a Domineering Declaration to the Three Thousand Provinces!
"A watchdog abandoned in the Three Thousand Provinces dares to block the path of my Immortal Palace?"
"If my ancestor were to emerge, he would surely kill you!"
The moment the words "abandoned disciple" were spoken, the people of Qingyun Sect were shocked.
Although they had long heard that their ancestor came from the legendary Immortal Domain, no one had ever truly believed it.
Yet today, hearing the Immortal Palace Supreme repeat this fact personally, the truth struck them like thunder.
However, facing the threat of the Immortal Palace Supreme, Qingyunzi remained calm.
His hunched body seemed to straighten slightly as he replied calmly:
"Abandoned disciple or gatekeeper, it matters not."
"As long as this old man still breathes, the territory of Qingyun Sect will not allow outsiders to run wild."
"Fellow Daoist, you are being far too tyrannical."
"Oh?"
"What if we join in as well?"
Suddenly, the void tore open once more.
From the west, endless golden light burst forth as an old leader of the Western Sect, who had cultivated a golden body six zhang tall, stepped through the sky with a vajra pestle in hand and compassion on his face.
From the north came chilling yin energy.
A giant from the Nether Clan arrived riding a rumbling bone war chariot, ghostly wails echoing across the heavens.
In an instant, several terrifying auras locked onto Qingyunzi.
These great forces had once participated in the siege against Liu Shen.
Now that Liu Shen's aura had reappeared, they would absolutely not sit idly by.
The weeds had to be pulled out by the roots.
"Qingyunzi, you cannot stop us."
Seeing this, the Immortal Palace Supreme sneered as the great halberd in his hand rang sharply.
"For the sake of a dying willow in the Lower Realm, is it really worth sacrificing your entire lineage?"
Several Sect Master-level figures, even Supremes, now pressed forward together.
Such a lineup could sweep aside any great sect in the Three Thousand Provinces.
Witnessing this, the disciples and elders of Qingyun Sect, who already barely understood the situation, fell into complete despair.
Yet at this moment, Qingyunzi merely smiled faintly.
He did not summon any weapon.
He did not unleash any divine technique.
Instead, before everyone's eyes, he performed an action that shocked them all.
He slowly turned around, his back facing the gods and demons filling the sky.
Then he carefully adjusted his robes toward the depths of the Qingyun Sect main hall.
And bowed deeply.
"Qingyunzi, have you gone mad? Who are you bowing to?"
The Immortal Palace Supreme on the bronze war chariot frowned deeply, a trace of unease rising in his heart.
At that moment—
From the back mountain of Qingyun Sect came a crisp sound of footsteps.
Tap, tap, tap…
The sound was soft.
Yet strangely, it drowned out the overwhelming pressure of all the great powers in the sky.
With each step, the Dao laws of heaven and earth seemed to move in rhythm.
Soon, a Daoist boy, no older than seven or eight years, appeared with his hands behind his back.
He wore an ancient Daoist robe of a strange style not belonging to any current lineage.
Upon it were embroidered the sun, moon, stars, and the scene of primordial chaos at the beginning of creation.
His appearance was delicate and harmless, like a carved jade doll.
Yet his eyes were unfathomably deep.
Within them flowed the passage of endless ages, as though he looked down upon the rise and fall of entire epochs.
The moment he appeared, the chaotic battlefield froze.
Even the Immortal Palace Supreme's halberd trembled uncontrollably, as if sensing an unimaginable presence.
Meanwhile, Qingyunzi remained bent in his bow, his voice trembling as he spoke:
"This unworthy disciple Qingyun welcomes the envoy of the Immortal Court!"
The entire place was stunned.
Whether the many Upper Realm giants or the members of Qingyun Sect—
All stood frozen, staring at the small figure in disbelief, their mouths hanging open.
However, after appearing, the Daoist boy did not even glance at the giants in the sky.
He merely looked at Qingyunzi and nodded.
"You have done well."
"My master left an incarnation of me here specifically for this day."
Then the Daoist boy slowly raised his head and looked toward the Immortal Palace Supreme and the others.
"Just now…"
"Who said that my Primordial Immortal Court has no one left?"
"And who said that the lineage of the Primordial Immortal Court must kneel before that crippled immortal of the Immortal Palace?"
The moment those words fell, heaven and earth fell into eerie silence.
No one immediately responded.
Yet within that silence, countless terrifying divine senses probed toward the Daoist boy.
The Sect Masters who stood at the peak of the Three Thousand Provinces had their expressions change rapidly.
"There is… no fluctuation of magical power?"
On the bone war chariot of the Nether Clan, ghostly flames flickered violently in the eyes of the giant.
"How is this possible?"
"My Heavenly Eye cannot see through his depth."
"I cannot sense even the slightest aura of cultivation from him. He seems like an ordinary mortal."
"A mortal?"
Another ancient being frowned deeply.
"If he were a mortal, how could a Supreme kneel before him?"
"Either he carries a supreme treasure that deceives the heavenly secrets…"
"Or his realm has surpassed the limits this world can contain, returning to simplicity and following the natural Dao."
At the thought of the second possibility, many ancient monsters felt chills down their spines.
The name Primordial Immortal Court was too ancient.
Too taboo.
In many ancient texts, it existed only in fragmented legends.
Yet now, an envoy claiming to represent it had appeared.
That feeling was far more terrifying than facing a powerful enemy.
Even the once-arrogant Immortal Palace Supreme tightened his grip on the halberd slightly.
A trace of fear flashed deep within his eyes.
As a Supreme, his spiritual sense was extremely sharp.
Although the boy appeared harmless, a faint shadow of danger lingered in his heart.
However, this tense confrontation did not last long.
Because not everyone believed in such mythical legends.
Soon after the initial shock, a Sect Master-level figure could no longer hold back.
"Pretentious nonsense!"
Among the gathered giants, someone finally stepped forward.
The speaker was a Sect Master from the Demonic Sunflower Garden.
His body was wrapped in dense demonic energy.
Behind him, the phantom of a massive black sunflower appeared, devouring the essence of the sun and moon.
Normally, he dominated an entire province and had long grown accustomed to being supreme.
Seeing that the Daoist boy looked like nothing more than a powerless boy, he began to suspect it was merely a trick by the Qingyun Sect.
"Where did this wild brat come from, daring to speak so arrogantly!"
"Die!"
The master of the Demonic Sunflower Garden shouted.
A massive black demonic hand that covered the sky reached out instantly, carrying a nauseating bloody wind as it grabbed toward the Daoist boy's head.
This attack held nothing back.
It was powerful enough to instantly kill a Heavenly God Realm expert.
"Impudent!"
Seeing this, Qingyunzi, behind the Daoist boy, grew furious and prepared to intervene.
But the Daoist boy raised a hand, stopping him.
Then, facing the terrifying attack, the Daoist boy did not even blink.
He merely sighed softly with a hint of boredom.
"Insect."
Before the word even finished—
He slowly raised a small white finger and gently tapped the void.
There was no surge of divine power.
No dazzling explosion of runes.
Yet the moment that finger pointed outward, the massive demonic hand froze in midair.
Then a soft sound echoed.
The black demonic hand shattered instantly, turning into a rain of darkness.
Far away, the master of the Demonic Sunflower Garden could not even scream.
His body cracked from head to toe.
Then, with a bang, he exploded into a cloud of blood mist.
Body and soul destroyed.
Hiss!
Seeing this scene, whether it was the giant of the Nether Clan or the once-arrogant Immortal Palace Supreme—
All of them inhaled sharply.
That was a Sect Master.
A ruler of a great sect.
A being standing at the peak of countless living creatures.
Yet such a powerful existence had been killed with a single finger.
They could not even understand what law had been used.
"Too weak."
After killing a giant with one finger, the Daoist boy withdrew his hand and wiped his finger with a look of slight disgust.
Then he raised his head, looking past the crowd toward the depths of the Three Thousand Provinces.
Toward the direction of the Bronze Immortal Palace.
"The old cripple hiding inside the bronze palace."
"I know you are watching."
"What? After Kunpeng shattered your immortal foundation back then, you now only dare hide in your turtle shell to prolong your miserable life?"
"If you wish to die, I can send you on your way right now."
"And your disciples and descendants…"
"I will slaughter them all along with you."
End of Chapter.