412: Chapter 412 Resurrection (3)

Wang Yun, by his own strength, had slain all three Supremes and swept away the allied army of a hundred Saint Kings.

This news swept through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, shaking the entire era.

In a city within the Northern Region of the Yuan Land, the largest tavern was bustling with people, with not a single seat left vacant.

A Cultivator of low cultivation, his face flushed red, stood on a table holding a wine cup, spittle flying as he spoke, his face filled with almost frenzied adoration.

"Have you heard? Yun—no, he should be called Emperor Yun now! He alone has pierced through the entire era! Those were three Supremes! They were actually swept away by Yun!"

His voice trembled with excitement, drawing cheers from the entire hall.

"That's not all! I heard that those high-and-mighty Immortal Dao Lineages, the Heavenly King Hall, and the Ziyang Sacred Land, are all scared out of their wits now! Their mountain gates are tightly shut, fearing that Emperor Yun might come to settle accounts one day!"

A Cultivator at another table added with equal excitement.

Similar discussions were taking place in every corner of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Meanwhile, within the forces that had once been enemies with Wang Yun, such as the Immortal Dao Lineages of the Heavenly King Hall and the Ziyang Sacred Land, there was a deathly silence.

Inside the deepest council hall of the Heavenly King Hall, dozens of Venerable Elders, who were usually high and mighty, now hung their heads without saying a word. At the head of the hall, the Sect's Saint Old Ancestor looked haggard, as if he had aged significantly.

"What should we do... what should we do now?" a Venerable finally couldn't help but ask, his voice carrying a sob.

"Apologize? What do we have to offer as an apology? Will he let us go?"

Despair spread throughout the hall. Their former arrogance and killing intent had long since been replaced by deep fear.

In stark contrast was the Heavenly Sword Sect.

The entire Sect was decorated with lanterns and streamers, the atmosphere as festive as a holiday. Before the mountain gate, a steady stream of powerful experts and messengers came to visit, carrying piles of heavy gifts that almost filled the plaza.

The Heavenly Sword Saint King and Zhu Wen stood atop the main peak, looking down at the unprecedented spectacle with a myriad of emotions.

In Zhu Wen's eyes was heartfelt joy and pride. He felt incredibly fortunate for his past persistence and for being able to get to know Brother Yun.

The Saint Ancestor also felt fortunate for his past decision. He knew that the fate of the Heavenly Sword Sect had been completely changed because of that young man.

The entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were awed by Wang Yun's might, feeling either reverence, fear, or fanaticism.

...

At the same time, in the Extraterrestrial Starry Sky beneath the Heavenly Dao.

Numerous powerful Prodigies of the current era sat cross-legged.

Their expressions were grave, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

Wang Yun's unrivaled battle record had also reached their ears.

"Such a monster... how can we even compete?" one Prodigy murmured to himself.

"We have cultivated hard for ten thousand years and fought all our lives, emerging from countless battles, only to serve as his foil?" another person's voice was bitter, filled with resentment.

One person's brilliance overshadowed the entire era.

At the very center of these Prodigies, a young man wearing a Starry Imperial Robe sat cross-legged. A dao rhyme flowed around him, his aura far exceeding the others, and a mysterious mark was faintly visible on his forehead.

He was the final winner of this generation's Ancient Starry Road, Ancient Path One.

At this moment, Ancient Path One's glorious life was uncontrollably flashing through his mind.

Born into the top-tier Imperial Clan above the Nine Heavens, he possessed two complete Great Emperor Legacies and had been hailed as a rare genius since birth. He had pushed his way through the Ancient Starry Road, suppressing all his peers, and finally seized the "heavens heart imprint," which should have made him the undisputed protagonist of this era.

But one scene had become a crack in his Dao Heart, an eternal and indelible humiliation.

It was the scene from years ago in the endless starry sky, where he was easily defeated by "Yun" with a casual wave of his hand.

Now, hearing that name again, along with those even more terrifying battle records, emotions of fear and resentment intertwined in his heart.

"No! I am the one chosen by Heaven!"

"I possess two Emperor Dao Legacies and have the blessing of the heavens heart imprint! I am the only true Dragon of this era!"

"He is just a brute created by the times! I won't necessarily lose!"

He pinned all his final hopes on the approaching moment of attaining the Dao.

Right at this moment.

Rumble!

The Grand Dao Laws of the entire Universe began to roar.

Countless mysterious runes appeared in the starry sky, rising and falling, evolving the ultimate truths of the Universe. A Supreme will awakened from the void and began to examine all those waiting to attain the Dao.

The moment to attain the Dao had arrived.

Ancient Path One seized this once-in-an-eternity opportunity and hesitated no longer.

"Today, I, Ancient Path One, shall attain the Dao and become an Emperor!"

He declared loudly, activating the heavens heart imprint on his forehead, and began to forcibly merge with the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, charging toward the Supreme position of the Great Emperor.

The process was incredibly difficult, as the Heavenly Dao seemed to have descended an unprecedented trial.

But relying on the deep foundation of his two Emperor-level Legacies, he went through many hardships and finally succeeded in branding his "Dao" into the Universe.

A brilliantly radiant golden pillar of light descended from the void.

That was the Mandate of Heaven.

It was the only emperor seat of this era.

The Mandate of Heaven chose him, slowly merging into his body.

Ancient Path One felt an unprecedented power, a Supreme might that seemed capable of controlling the Universe filling his entire body. He felt that with just a single thought, he could annihilate a Star Domain.

The humiliation suppressed for years was swept away.

"Hahaha! I succeeded! I am the Great Emperor!"

He laughed out loud, his voice filled with ecstasy and confidence, his imperial might vast and spreading throughout the entire starry sky.

"Yun! Do you see! I am the chosen one! I am the Great Emperor of this era!"

Just as Ancient Path One was in high spirits, receiving the worship of the Ten Thousand Daos and preparing to enjoy this Supreme glory.

A figure in white appeared nearby without any warning.

Wang Yun had arrived.

He just stood there calmly, without any movement, not even glancing at Ancient Path One.

But his appearance brought the boiling Universe to a standstill; the roaring of the Ten Thousand Daos and the cheering of the Laws all came to an abrupt halt.

A startling change occurred.

The "Mandate of Heaven" that had just merged into Ancient Path One's body, making him feel invincible, seemed to have seen its true master and began to struggle violently, letting out a wail.

"No... what's happening? This is my power!"

Ancient Path One's smile froze on his face. He felt the changes within his body in terror and tried to suppress the agitation.

In the next moment.

The "Mandate of Heaven," ignoring his desperate attempts to keep it, was forcibly stripped from his body.

A fall from grace, in just an instant.

The golden "Mandate of Heaven" turned into a streak of light and, in an affectionate and cheerful manner, flew in a circle around Wang Yun.

Ancient Path One felt the "Mandate of Heaven" leaving him and throwing itself into another's embrace, his eyes filled with venomous resentment and despair.

He reached out his hand, clutching futilely at the void.

His voice was hoarse.

"No... don't leave me..."

"The emperor seat... should have been mine..."

"I hate this!"