My All-Heavens Chat Group-Chapter 393 - 13: Not Bowing to the Emperor, Losing the True Mandate (Second Update)_2
Moon Chan and the Witch were shaking with fear, one on the left and the other on the right, tightly clutching Li Fuyan Luo’s arms. Had they not, they would have collapsed to the ground long ago. Everything they had witnessed today was too terrifying, beyond their wildest imagination—utterly appalling. Li Fuyan Luo’s expression remained unchanged as she led them forward.
Suddenly, a voice echoed in the deserted palace complex. It was ancient, world-weary, and compelling, making Butcher and the others shudder, their Divine Souls trembling.
"Pilgrims should be devout and sincere, kowtowing with every step. You desire an audience with me, so why do you not kneel?"
"Who is this?" Butcher asked in horror.
Li Fuyan Luo didn’t answer, but a single word came from the voice:
"Emperor!"
It was only a single word, yet it was terrifying beyond measure—as if a world-dominating Emperor was questioning them, looking down, capable of making all living beings in the world tremble, their bodies and Divine Souls turning to dust at his merest thought. There was a being here, alone in this vast palace complex, calling itself Emperor! It was lofty, majestic, and sacred. Without revealing its form, it exuded an invincible aura that seemed to look down upon all ages. A true Emperor here?
Butcher’s, the chicken farmer’s, and the peddler of fake medicines’ pupils contracted, their expressions solemn. They glanced at Li Fuyan Luo. She remained calm, as if nothing in the world—not even an Emperor—could sway her heart, as tranquil as an old well. It seemed as though all things in creation, all beings in the world, even an Emperor, could not make her waver in the slightest.
"Merely a Quasi-Immortal Emperor!" Li Fuyan Luo said, continuing forward with them, her voice indifferent. "In your world, above the Immortal King is the Quasi-Immortal Emperor. Only after the Quasi-Immortal Emperor does one become a true Immortal Emperor."
Upon hearing this, Butcher, the chicken farmer, the peddler of fake medicines, Moon Chan, and the Witch were horrified. As they walked, they surveyed their surroundings. Within the Central Giant Palace, the majestic voice echoed, rumbling deeply. The palace trembled, appearing increasingly solemn, sacred, and inviolable.
"To meet an Emperor and not bow is to lose your true fate. Your name is on the Reincarnation Tablet. Kowtow with every step, and half your sins on the path to rebirth will be absolved, protecting your True soul."
The voice was immense, resonating with heaven and earth. The vast land quaked violently, as if an Immortal Emperor had descended, its might pressing down on the mortal realm.
Even with Li Fuyan Luo’s protection, Butcher and the others were filled with immense fear, their Divine Souls quivering uncontrollably. Had it been anyone else, those few dozen words, that single sentence, would have been enough to shake out their True souls and set them on the path of Reincarnation. This presence was too formidable—by merely chanting its decree, it could send even a peerless Immortal King to rebirth, stripping them of their Immortal Path’s destiny.
"Mystifying theatrics," Li Fuyan Luo thought, her gaze like a torch, her expression disdainful. "A mere Quasi-Immortal Emperor, not even a Divine King, dares to act pretentious before me."
"Insolent!"
From within the dusty, ancient palace hall, a sharp cry rang out, filled with fury, murderous intent, and infinite dark symbols. The being had made its move.
A grayish palm, almost withered, skin stretched taut over bone, struck forward slowly yet heavily, stirring a torrential Emperor’s might. Within that palm, suns and moons spun, stars glittered endlessly, the universe was being forged anew, Chaos swirled, and a path of Reincarnation flickered in and out of existence. The palm did not seem large, its size ordinary, yet it controlled everything in the world. It sundered heaven and earth and mastered Reincarnation—utterly terrifying!
"Th-this... this is a Quasi-Immortal Emperor?" Butcher, the chicken farmer, and the peddler of fake medicines were horrified to the point of despair. Beneath this vast palm, every cell in their bodies trembled; they were completely immobilized. It’s so incredibly powerful! And this is just a Quasi-Immortal Emperor—how terrifying would a true Immortal Emperor be? They couldn’t even begin to imagine. If Li Fuyan Luo hadn’t just said this was merely a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, they would never have doubted this being was a true Immortal Emperor.
"Who is being insolent?" Li Fuyan Luo’s voice was sonorous. Her robes billowed, her fairy-like grace was peerless, her magnificence unmatched. Her crystalline, jade-like hand reached out.
At this moment, it seemed to Butcher and the others as though they were witnessing the supreme Great Path, seeing the ultimate mysteries of the Universe, viewing their own future paths. The power Li Fuyan Luo displayed was too profound, all-encompassing, yet it carried not the slightest trace of the mundane. There were no earth-shattering phenomena, no terrifying visions of worlds crumbling, no Great Dao Roar, no Law Collapse. The Great Path is supreme simplicity. Returning to original purity. Nothing more than this.
All attacks vanished completely beneath that flawless, jade-like hand.
"Impossible!" A cry of incredulous terror followed.
Butcher and the others, their eyes wide, were utterly petrified. They saw Li Fuyan Luo’s crystalline, flawless jade-like hand gripping a gaunt figure. It was the being that had just proclaimed itself Emperor!
Its body was exceedingly emaciated, ashen and decayed, almost abnormal—mere skin and bones. Only its eyes were so striking, like two golden lamps, or perhaps more like two suns amidst the darkness of Reincarnation, capable of guiding lost Divine Souls. It had a full head of gray hair; even the whites of its eyes were a dim gray, but its pupils were golden—sharp and terrifying, emitting a gleam that could tear apart an Immortal King.
Yet, such an incomparably terrifying Quasi-Immortal Emperor was now being held by the neck like a little chick.
"This is a Quasi-Immortal Emperor?" Butcher, the chicken farmer, the peddler of fake medicines, as well as the Witch and Moon Chan, looked at its pathetic figure, a hint of disappointment in their eyes.
"Who are you? How can you be so strong?" Cang Emperor, seized by Li Fuyan Luo, found his Quasi-Immortal Emperor power—strong enough to shatter the myriad heavens—easily suppressed and sealed. He couldn’t imagine such a terrifyingly powerful being existed in the world. Could she be an Immortal Emperor?
"The dead don’t need to know so much!" Li Fuyan Luo declared, her arm tightening.
"Senior, save me—" Cang Emperor bellowed, but before he could finish, his neck was snapped, extinguishing all signs of life.
A Quasi-Immortal Emperor had fallen!
HISS!
Butcher, the chicken farmer, and the peddler of fake medicines recoiled, an icy chill shooting straight to the crowns of their heads. Too horrifying! Too dreadful! This was a Quasi-Immortal Emperor! The Unsurpassed realm they had dreamed of for countless eons! And now such a powerful being was crushed to death like a mere chick?
"Cang Emperor, what are you up to?" At that moment, a majestic, grand voice sounded, tinged with a hint of complaint. "Is a Senior someone you can disturb so easily?"
On the distant horizon, a purple-gold Great Path thundered into existence. Golden Lotuses bloomed everywhere around it, Divine Birds soared, and the boundless heaven and earth trembled. A being appeared. He wore a purple-gold crown, his complexion also tinged with purple-gold. Tall and slender, he was a terrifying entity whose presence alone was suffocating. Around him, myriad marks of the heavens manifested, encircling him.
"Cang Emperor, you’re truly regressing with age... Huh?" Hong Emperor, exuding an overwhelming purple aura, stood upon a road constructed from symbols of the Great Path. He gazed down upon the eternal myriad heavens; as his eyes moved, the River of Time materialized. His aura was too potent; the mere circulation of breath from his mouth and nose caused the cosmic sea of stars to fissure, as if he did not belong to this world. If he were to truly descend like this, he would destroy everything. He was even more imposing than Cang Emperor, his words laced with scorn. However, before he could finish speaking, he realized Cang Emperor’s aura had vanished. Vanished...?! How could this be?
HUM. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞
At that moment, a flawless, crystalline jade-like hand stretched out from the void, reaching for his head. This jade-like hand seemed utterly ordinary, plain, and unremarkable. It carried no oppressive force that could suppress the myriad heavens, nor any terrifying aura that could shatter the sea of stars. Yet, the moment this jade-like hand appeared, Hong Emperor found himself unable to move. His Mana was sealed; he was like a lamb awaiting slaughter.
At the same time, he also saw Cang Emperor, crushed to death like a little chick. How is this possible?! Hong Emperor couldn’t believe his eyes. But looking at that terrifying jade-like hand, he had no choice but to accept it. His very soul seemed to flee in terror; all his previous arrogant dominance vanished.
"Ah... Senior, save me!" Hong Emperor screamed in terror. Endless fear flooded every cell in his body. He had never felt such despair. Who is the master of this jade-like hand? How can she be so terrifying? Could she truly be an Immortal Emperor? If so... I’m doomed.
Li Fuyan Luo’s jade-like hand closed around Hong Emperor’s neck. The aura of death washed over him, and Hong Emperor was utterly terrified.
"Immortal, spare my life! This junior is willing to serve you, to toil like an ox or a horse..." Hong Emperor begged for mercy in terror.
"You? Worthy?" Li Fuyan Luo scoffed, her fingers tightening.
CRACK.
A Quasi-Immortal Emperor, Hong Emperor, had fallen!
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