Chapter 1313: Azure Ox Returns!

Chapter 1313: The Return of the Green Ox!

These unfolding scenes shook the entire realm of Wanggu, causing the shock within the hearts of the myriad races to instantly skyrocket.

The Empress tasted bitterness, the crowds of the Moon-Sacrificing Grand Region fell silent, and Fenghai County sank into a deathly stillness as the notion of despair spread through the minds and souls of Wanggu’s various clans.

Even Zhou Zhengli and his peers, at this very moment, exerted themselves to the utmost to elevate their respective Charters, resisting the crushing pressure.

Yet, what was harbored within their expressions was not reverence, but rather a sliver of chilling intent.

At this moment, all eyes were fixed, gazing intently upon the ancient immortal who had fully descended amidst the rapidly blood-red dyed canopy of heaven!

It was an old man!

His full head of white hair was already so sparse that his pale, bluish scalp was visible, and the Daoist robe upon his body was tattered, looking as though it had been worn for tens of thousands of years, its original color long lost.

Moreover, his entire face resembled old tree bark that had been repeatedly crumpled and withered by time.

The man exuded an aura interwoven with decay and insidious malice, looking like a living corpse that had crawled out from a rift in the Netherworld.

Yet, an incomparably terrifying aura that reigned supreme over the myriad races erupted from his form, sweeping across the firmament and engulfing the entirety of Wanggu!

Wherever it passed, living beings were forced to bend their waists, and the myriad races had to bow their heads; even the gods chose not to look directly at him at this moment.

For that was a power exceeding the level of Quasi-Immortal and the Divine Platform.

That was the majesty belonging to a Xia Immortal and a True God!

Furthermore, he was no ordinary Xia Immortal, but stood at the peak of the Xia Immortal realm, a mere half-step away from a higher tier!

It could even be said that this was...

"A Half-Step Immortal Lord!"

Xing Huanzi’s eyes flashed with brilliant light as he voiced the realm of this newly descended ancient immortal!

In midair, amidst the trembling and despair of the masses, the ancient immortal’s withered head turned slightly, scanning down with turbid eyes to sweep across Zhou Zhengli and the others.

He originally had no desire to descend in person, but the changes occurring in Wanggu forced him to come down himself.

Thus, he spoke hoarsely.

"I am here, waiting for your Lord."

His gaze possessed substantial power, and his voice was no different.

Zhou Zhengli and the others trembled one after another, each coughing up blood as they clearly felt the terror of this Xia Immortal before them.

The ancient immortal then turned his head, no longer paying heed to Zhou Zhengli and his companions, as his gaze directed toward... Nanhuang Continent.

Within his turbid eyes, a ripple surfaced at this instant.

"Disciple, your master has arrived, and yet you still do not come to pay respects!"

This voice, with a peculiar and overbearing vibration, echoed directly throughout the entire realm of Wanggu, even becoming a part of Wanggu's very laws.

It whipped up fierce winds and unleashed thunderous roars.

It exploded in Nanhuang Continent!

In Nanhuang Continent, within the Seven Blood Eyes, the figure of Seventh Master instantly blurred.

He vanished from the cave dwelling where he had been in secluded cultivation.

When he reappeared, he had already traversed the void, crossing multiple grand regions, stepping out into the midair above the imperial capital of the human race.

The moment he manifested, the void shattered.

Endless light abruptly erupted from Seventh Master's body, rippling out in all directions, while the fortune of the entire Wanggu seemed to be influenced, rising dynamically.

Furthermore, behind him, his many past-life incarnations materialized, currently returning one by one, causing his aura to grow stronger and stronger.

And among those numerous past-life bodies, one was impressively clad in imperial robes, exuding an ancient aura and imbued with tyrannical dominance.

That was... the very first Emperor of the Wanggu Continent back in the day!

It was also Seventh Master's true identity!

Now, with the return of his multiple lifetimes, an aura surpassing that of a Quasi-Immortal erupted from Seventh Master's body.

That was likewise the majesty of a Xia Immortal!

And his battle intent was soaring!

However, differences existed among Xia Immortals.

Even though Seventh Master exuded such dazzling light all over his body and possessed that resolute aura of marching to war, in the face of the ancient immortal's ocean-like, vast, and terrifying presence, he still appeared like a solitary skiff that could be completely swallowed by the raging waves at any moment.

Most importantly, within Seventh Master's aura, there was a trace of decay that simply could not be suppressed no matter what.

Nonetheless, Seventh Master's gaze remained steadfast as he stared at the ancient immortal and shook his head.

"You are not my master."

As he spoke, he raised his right hand, and a long spear materialized out of the void, grasped firmly in his palm as its tip pointed forward...

The battle intent of his body erupted with a crash.

Yet his eyes harbored the resolve of death, clearly intending to exhaust everything he had to wage a battle of life and death against this ancient immortal.

Seeing that war was imminent!

Suddenly, above the firmament, the vortex from which Xing Huanzi and the others had previously descended let out a sky-shaking roar.

A terrifying aura tore through the void from within, currently descending.

The ancient immortal abruptly lifted his head, looking toward the vortex in the firmament.

Seventh Master's eyes also gleamed with a strange light.

Zhou Zhengli smiled, ignoring the ancient immortal as he took a step forward and bowed toward the celestial vortex!

He spoke in a loud voice.

"We respectfully welcome the Lord!"

Xie Lingzi, Li Mengtu, and the others also sensed it, their expressions turning solemn as they bowed toward the firmament.

Even Xing Huanzi did the same.

While everyone's hearts leapt in shock and their eyes instinctively looked over at the moment Zhou Zhengli and the others bowed...

An aura that seemed to span across the endless river of time, like a surging and turbulent tsunami, brutally broke through the layered, eternally existing barriers of the void.

Within that celestial vortex, it suddenly manifested!

It was a blurred figure, and the aura swirling around his body was like a materialized current of chaos, tumbling in all directions.

From within, a world-shaking Daoist tone had just resounded.

There were the roars of primordial fierce beasts, the rumbling sounds from the creation of heaven and earth, and the sorrowful laments from the changing of eras; various sounds interwoven to form a soul-stirring, terrifying symphony.

And wherever the currents and the Daoist tones passed, space was easily ripped apart and crumpled like fragile paper, turning into patches of nihilistic darkness.

What was even more terrifying was that as the blurred figure walked out from the vortex, each step he took seemed as though ten thousand stars were collapsing along with it, fragments of brilliant starlight flying everywhere like a magnificent meteor shower within that shattered void.

The shock brought to Wanggu, at this exact instant, surpassed the previous eleven emperors and also surpassed the ancient immortal, reaching an unparalleled and peerless peak!

The living beings of Wanggu's various races, even those clan experts who had experienced countless storms and were widely knowledgeable, felt their legs turn weak at this moment as they collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with utter dread under this crushing pressure.

It felt as though their very souls were being wrenched bodily from their frames by the sheer aura of that indistinct figure.

Even those deities who, in ordinary times, commanded storms and ruled over vast realms now stood trembling, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling ceaselessly down their brows.

Their divine bodies quaked; their godly power churned chaotically, uncontrolled, flickering with frantic urgency—as if their radiance might gutter out at any moment.

Their faces had long since turned ashen, pale as parchment, heavy with dread and steeped in profound helplessness; every instinct of survival screamed that the being emerging from the celestial vortex was a supreme entity far beyond their power to oppose.

And just as this moment—reminiscent of the world’s final hour—pressed down upon all until breath itself grew scarce, Seven Lord dazed and the ancient immortals gripped by utmost gravity—

a streak of light shot forth ahead of the slowly approaching, terrifying silhouette, slipping free from its drifting, shadowy tresses.

It revealed itself to the world before the rest.

It was Er Niu!

He spoke aloud, voice brimming with unshakable pride:

“The Azure Ox Duo has returned to Wanggu this day!”

“Greetings, everyone.”