Chapter 1312: Ancient Immortals Descend!

Chapter 1312: The Ancient Immortal Descends!

The entire imperial capital, the whole human domain, even half of Wanggu itself…

In this instant, all fell into a relative silence.

Ordinary cultivators among the myriad races could not perceive what was unfolding in the human domain, yet the oppressive weight descending from heaven and earth, coupled with the divine awareness of quasi-immortals—so vast it blanketed the continent—caused the very winds and clouds to shift.

Thus, within the hearts of all living beings, an unbearable heaviness settled.

Even deeper, an instinctive trembling rose uncontrollably from the core of their being.

As for the powerful cultivators—or those who sensed through other esoteric means what transpired high above the human realm—their minds now roared like thunder, their scalps prickling with dread.

They felt the heavens and earth grow viscous in this moment; the laws and principles of existence collapsed outright.

Within their souls, shock erupted as if millions upon millions of heavenly thunderbolts detonated at once.

Unbelievable. Inconceivable.

“Eleven… quasi-immortals!”

“Eleven… Sovereign Emperors!”

“And each one clearly stands at the absolute peak of Sovereign Emperorhood!”

“They… all seem to be human!”

Among the myriad races of Wanggu who perceived this scene, powerful figures alike were seized by a profound sense of unreality.

After all, before this day, the strongest among Wanggu’s myriad races had only ever reached the Sovereign level—and the Empress herself was a deity, not a cultivator.

As for cultivators… in tens of thousands of years, there had been but one quasi-immortal: the Sword-Bearing Sovereign Emperor.

And even he belonged to the Xuan You era.

One could say that since the Xuan You era ended, no quasi-immortal had walked the earth!

Yet today… it was astonishing enough that the Sacred Lands possessed quasi-immortals—but these eleven newcomers, mysterious and peerless, each a prodigy beyond reckoning, shook Wanggu to its foundations.

Even the deities of the mightiest clans now regarded the situation with utmost gravity.

But what stirred the hearts of these deities, the powerful cultivators—and even the Empress herself—most deeply was the final words spoken by the last Sovereign Emperor to arrive!

Within those words lay two characters: “Lord Master.”

Those two words struck the Empress and others with greater shock than anything before.

All divine beings grew instantly wary; even the Empress’s pupils contracted sharply.

Instinctively, they began to wonder: what manner of existence could possibly be the Lord Master of these eleven Sovereign Emperors—each already peerless in their own right?

What unimaginable glory and supremacy must such a Lord Master possess!

Moreover… the words carried another explosive revelation.

En route, their Lord Master had been intercepted by multiple Divine Lords!

This statement left the deities of Wanggu’s myriad races dazed.

Though ordinary cultivators of Wanggu did not understand the term “Divine Lord,” for deities, it was knowledge etched into their very souls.

They knew precisely what a Divine Lord was—and comprehended the unfathomable tier such beings occupied.

Such existences dwelled in realms beyond comprehension.

Throughout all of Wanggu—even during the age when the illustrious Huangtian Divine Clan reigned—there had been only one such being.

The Divine Emperor of the Huangtian Clan!

Now, according to the last-arriving Sovereign Emperor, their Lord Master… had been intercepted by multiple Divine Lords!

This revelation forced every corner of Wanggu into stunned silence.

Amidst that silence, the Empress gazed upon the eleven terrifying Sovereign Emperors before her, her eyes settling on Zhou Zhengli. Hesitation flickered in her heart as she spoke in a low, solemn voice.

“Esteemed Daoist friend… may I ask who your Lord Master is?”

Zhou Zhengli, resembling a refined young nobleman, smiled gently at her question.

“It would be improper for us to reveal our Lord Master’s name prematurely. When He arrives shortly, you shall surely recognize Him.”

Hearing this, the Empress froze. Her mind raced through every memory she possessed—but no matter how hard she searched, she found no figure matching such a description.

Just as she prepared to press further—

Zhou Zhengli frowned slightly, lifted his gaze toward the distant horizon, and spoke softly.

“Qianjun Biyi!”

At those four words, the twin immortal swords formed by Qianjun Biyi paid him no heed whatsoever, continuing to dance freely around them.

Wherever they passed, immortal radiance blazed; sword light shook heaven and earth. Within the blades themselves, the two brothers muttered to each other.

“Bro, these people here are so weak.”

“It’s not that they’re weak—it’s that we’re just too strong, hahahaha!”

“Hahahaha, exactly! But hey bro, the ambient aura here is absurdly dense. Is that thing overhead… Shang Huang?”

“Don’t look! That’s someone we can’t afford to provoke! Huh? Our eyeballs are calling us—should we answer?”

“To hell with that!”

Seeing the twin swords still circling about, utterly ignoring his command, Zhou Zhengli kept his smile pleasant as he pulled out a recording jade slip and spoke softly.

“On our return journey, I suggested to our Lord Master that He grant me the authority to document your conduct. Since you two insist on disobedience, I shall simply record it.”

As he activated the jade slip—

In the next instant, the twin immortal swords of Qianjun Biyi flashed and appeared directly before Zhou Zhengli.

Their fury was unmistakable.

Zhou Zhengli’s expression remained unchanged—still gentle, his voice as soothing as spring breeze.

“I command you two to patrol the western and eastern domains of Wanggu. Slay every quasi-immortal of the Sacred Lands!”

“Wang Peng, Xueyun—I command you two to patrol the northern and southern domains of Wanggu. Same orders apply!”

Beside him, Wang Peng grinned broadly, while Daoist Xueyun licked his lips eagerly. Both immediately accepted their orders, their bodies vanishing in a blur as they stirred tempests across heaven and earth—one heading north, the other south—in a flash.

Qianjun Biyi seethed inwardly. They feared Xu Qing most of all, and now, with no choice, they departed east and west, venting their frustration.

The four shot forth like lightning; wherever they passed, heaven and earth thundered, void twisted, as they hunted down those quasi-immortals of the Sacred Lands—who seemed pitifully frail in their eyes.

Below, the humans watched, their tension mingling with rising excitement.

Though none knew the origins of these figures or the identity of their Lord Master, judging by the actions of these prodigies, they did not appear to be enemies!

Meanwhile, Zhou Zhengli, still smiling, was about to issue further commands—

But suddenly, without warning—an abrupt change erupted!

From the firmament above came a thunderous, earth-shattering snort!

That sound surpassed even the roar of heavenly thunder, shaking all of Wanggu to its core.

Every living soul trembled violently, lifting their heads in terror toward the sky.

Zhou Zhengli and his companions instantly grew grave, their gazes snapping upward as one.

The cold snort came from beyond… beyond the Celestial Veil!

At the farthest edge of the heavens, the void seemed to freeze solid, and a chilling stillness—so profound it froze the marrow—began seeping into the nothingness.

Amid this deathly silence surged a force so immense it could crush ten thousand realms, erupting like a primordial volcano and crashing down with cataclysmic fury!

The ancient immortal who dwelled beyond Wanggu had… chosen to descend!

At first, only an indistinct silhouette appeared—but it carried the weight of the entire starry sky upon its shoulders. Instantly, the void convulsed as though a boulder had been hurled into a placid lake, twisting and shattering in violent spasms.

With every incremental sharpening of the immortal’s form, the surrounding laws of existence tore apart completely.

Gaping black fissures—ghastly as the maws of ravenous beasts—spread outward relentlessly, rending space itself while emitting shrill, soul-chilling shrieks that set one’s scalp crawling.

And as he advanced step by step, every domain within Wanggu writhed in violent upheaval.

Gales howled like judges of the apocalypse, scouring all before them. Their strength was so ferocious they sheared towering mountains clean in half; boulders dislodged mid-collapse were pulverized into dust before ever touching ground, scattering through a world on the verge of tearing itself apart.

Rivers, lakes, and oceans fared even worse.

As if seized by an invisible hand and violently churned, they erupted into towering tsunamis. Waves crashed against shores with frenzied rage, obliterating everything along the coasts in an instant—the deluge swelling with such fury it seemed poised to drown the entire continent.

His presence defied comprehension!

The arrival of the ancient immortal rang like a funeral knell for all living beings in Wanggu.

In this moment, Wanggu trembled, myriad races were crushed beneath his might, and all sentient life quaked in terror!

The hope kindled by the earlier descent of the Eleven Sovereigns was, in this single instant, utterly annihilated!