Outside of Time-Chapter 1793: Eleven Great Emperors!
Chapter 1793: Eleven Great Emperors!
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The vortex in the sky roared at this moment, its sound surpassing thunder.
It reverberated throughout Wanggu, like heavy heartbeats echoing in the chests of all living beings, shaking the hearts and minds of the myriad races.
Simultaneously, across Wanggu, the toxic plants that had not completely withered in various regions...
Began to sway at this instant!
As if in welcome!
Then, from within the celestial vortex, a dark purple miasma surged forth with overwhelming force, instantly blotting out the sky and sun.
Within that miasma, a slender figure appeared—
A silhouette as dark as ink.
The moment it manifested, toxic plants across Wanggu burst into full bloom!
Poison, at this moment, rose atop the rules and laws of Wanggu.
And the source of all this was the figure within the miasma.
He was stepping forward!
Clad in a black satin robe that cascaded like a waterfall of night, its hem stained with frost crystals condensed from his Poison Ordinance, shimmering with an eerie light.
His unbound black hair fell like raven feathers, strands flickering with ghostly green phosphorescence, as if countless tiny venomous snakes were hissing in the shadows.
Most striking was the twelve-petaled mark between his brows, encircling each other to form a twisted, beautiful face—
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This was Li Mengtu!
His appearance sent tremors through the hearts of all who witnessed it—the myriad races of Wanggu and the holy land cultivators alike.
"A second Quasi Immortal!"
In the human imperial capital, Ning Yan gasped.
In Fenghai County, Marquis Yao and others sensed this scene through special methods, equally stunned.
The Crown Prince and others in the Moon Offering Region, along with cultivators of all races, felt their hearts churn.
The Empress’s pupils contracted sharply.
"This person is also a Quasi Immortal! Though not as strong as the first, his aura still far surpasses Yi Yanzi!"
As wariness filled the Empress’s heart, Li Mengtu in mid-air scanned his surroundings, taking in this world.
"So this is Wanggu..."
Li Mengtu took a deep breath.
According to his family records, he knew... his ancestors hailed from Wanggu.
A surge of emotion rose in his heart, and he was about to speak further when—
Star Ring’s cold voice cut in.
"What are you blocking the way for? Move aside and let the others through!"
Li Mengtu snorted but obediently stepped aside.
Almost the moment he moved, the celestial vortex roared again.
This time, mountains manifested first.
Range upon range of illusory peaks materialized outside the vortex, and as they appeared, the mountains of Wanggu trembled in response.
Amidst these layered mountain shadows, a woman stepped forth upon the peaks.
Her beauty was striking yet austere, with a high nose bridge and lips the color of cinnabar, carrying the chill of snow atop mountains.
She wore a moon-white gown with flowing sleeves, its skirts embroidered with distant mountain silhouettes in gray-green, the patterns shifting like mist-wreathed peaks with each step.
As she walked, stone paths materialized beneath her feet, while the mountains behind her rumbled as if bowing in reverence.
This was Yuanshan Su!
She was not alone.
In the shadows of the mountains behind her, another figure emerged as if seeping from the cracks of hell, carrying a broken sword on his back.
Clad in tattered dark robes, his hair was streaked with gray and crimson, haphazardly tied with a bone hairpin, the ends matted with black blood as if roughly hacked by a blade.
His expression was icy, his eyes swirling with malice like demons lurking in deep pools, ready to drag others into eternal damnation.
Most striking was the broken sword on his back. Its hilt wrapped in half-rotted human skin, the blade riddled with cracks oozing dark purple evil energy.
This energy billowed outward, spreading endlessly, faint screams of tormented souls chanting curses of life and death within.
This was none other than Xie Lingzi!
The myriad races of Wanggu felt their hearts quake once more.
The Empress instinctively retreated several steps. In Her eyes, the first to appear was supreme, the second not far behind, the third... dazzling.
But this fourth was sheer evil incarnate!
Moreover, they were all Quasi Immortals—all Great Emperors!
Most crucially, the aura from the vortex continued to erupt.
Its intensity shook the world, transforming heaven and earth, making human cultivators tremble and other races instinctively revere.
Even the holy land cultivators who had descended earlier felt their hearts pound violently.
Especially the Quasi Immortals scattered across the land—they clearly sensed that whether it was these newcomers or the auras still within the vortex, each one... surpassed Yi Yanzi!
And... this descent was still ongoing!
All of Wanggu trembled at this moment.
Just as tension and shock peaked across the board, a sword’s cry echoed from the vortex above humanity!
Qianjun and Piyi transformed into sword forms, shooting forth from the vortex!
The moment they appeared, heaven and earth quaked as if sun and moon shone together.
All swords across Wanggu rang in unison.
Countless observers instinctively focused their gaze, even gods casting Their divine senses here experienced fluctuations.
These two swords radiated astonishing immortal energy, their spirituality surpassing the ordinary—
Treasures of the current era!
Qianjun measured three feet three inches, its blade like crystallized snow with shimmering starlight flowing within, its spine engraved with silver cloud-and-thunder patterns.
Piyi was slightly shorter, its jade-green blade carved with layered mountains and waterfalls, its edge thin as cicada wings yet incomparably sharp.
Now the twin swords circled each other, their passing leaving frozen blue trails in the void.
Their cries reached the highest heavens, proclaiming Qianjun and Piyi’s grand declaration:
"Qianjun governs slaughter!"
"Piyi governs defense!"
"Together we shatter the barriers of ten thousand realms!"
"Separated, we shield humanity from divine calamity!"
These words reverberated far and wide, shaking all who heard them—
As the vortex’s roar intensified yet again, this time, four figures descended simultaneously!
One was a towering man carrying a great blade, his build like an iron pagoda, shoulders broad, hair tied roughly with beast-hide.
Nineteen divine fangs hung at his waist, each engraved with the name of a Divine Platform expert he’d slain.
His name—Wang Peng!
Beside him walked a middle-aged man of slender build, a narrow sword sheathed in perpetual frost at his waist.
His name matched his nature—Li Hanfeng1.!
His Ordinance was the sword!
The third appeared as a scholarly gentleman in gray-blue robes, pale-faced with an air of refined learning masking hidden sharpness.
A bamboo scroll in his hand bore countless characters—
His Ordinance was the written word!
His name—Li Xuance!
The fourth of the group was Daoist Blood Cloud!
His crimson hair burned like fire, wild and unkempt, his gaunt face corpse-like as if risen from a sea of blood.
Bloody mist swirled around him as he advanced, his bloodthirsty grin suggesting the world itself should be devoured.
These four were also Quasi Immortals!
Now ten Quasi Immortals had descended upon Wanggu.
The entire continent was in uproar, the skies churning, the earth quaking, all races stunned beyond measure.
Tension and dread became the dominant themes erupting in all hearts.
Even gods were no exception!
As for the holy land Quasi Immortals, their minds were already roiling with thunderous shock, terror surging through them like tidal waves.
The nine who followed the first were all Quasi Immortal Emperors, each appearance causing violent fluctuations in Wanggu’s rules and laws, affecting all existence!
In the holy land Quasi Immortals’ understanding, this was power infinitely close to Summer Immortal level, every one surpassing Yi Yanzi.
Most crucially, though they’d never possessed Ordinance themselves, they knew of its existence from the Ancient Immortal and Yi Yanzi.
And these newcomers... all bore Ordinance!
Of such terrifying concentration!
Moreover, what shocked them most was—age!
These ten Quasi Immortals were all relatively young—clearly... peerless geniuses!
Even one such individual would shake the world.
Yet now... there were ten!
Ten Great Emperors!
Thus Wanggu was stunned, the myriad races astonished, the holy lands horrified, the gods grave!
None knew where these ten Great Emperors came from or why they had come!
The Empress’s sense of unreality grew even stronger. Taking a deep breath, She prepared to speak—
When a cough came from the vortex.
That single cough became a storm, rising to supreme heights.
"Another one?"
The holy lands quaked, the myriad races trembled, the Empress’s pupils shrank to pinpoints.
From the vortex emerged the eleventh!
This man wore light gray brocade robes, his black hair neatly tied with a jade crown, its ends reaching his waist.
His gentle features and warm eyes seemed to dissolve all wariness, like a refined noble son.
This was Zhou Zhengli!
As he stepped forward with a humble smile, Li Mengtu and the others instinctively turned their gazes toward him.
This detail didn’t escape the holy lands and myriad races.
The Empress also studied Zhou Zhengli, analyzing whether he might be their leader—
When Zhou Zhengli spoke softly with a warm smile:
"Apologies, we encountered some delays. Several Lord Gods intercepted our master in the Primordial Sea."
"Concerned for Wanggu’s safety, our master sent us ahead first. Thus... we’re slightly late."
"And our master is also on the way—he should arrive soon."
Hanfeng means cold wind.
