Chapter 70 Two Figures?

As Jiang Wuji spoke, the Void Realm seemed to fall into a standstill, leaving only the sound of space shattering.

Thirteen pairs of eyes stared at Jiang Wuji.

Thunder Emperor spoke, his tone very impatient, "Jiang Wuji, do you know what you are saying?"

Jiang Wuji trembled all over. Under the gaze of twelve Emperor Realm experts, the space around him emitted a cracking sound.

He felt as if sand had entered his eyes, and the scene before him was blurred.

"No..."

Jiang Wuji's lips were pale as he stammered, "That kid's cultivation... seems to be... Profound Immortal."

The world instantly fell silent.

The Immortal Emperors and Devil Emperors exchanged several glances.

Then, the nine Human Race Immortal Emperors, the three Demon Race Devil Emperors, and the Divine Messenger holding the imperial teachers token were all stunned.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths...

"Pfft..."

Someone couldn't hold it in any longer and let out a snort.

Then, laughter erupted over Chiyan City.

"Hahahaha!"

White Bone Demon Emperor threw back his skeletal head, laughing so hard the bone crown on his head shook.

"This Emperor is dying of laughter!"

"A Human Race Immortal Emperor, sweating and stuttering, interrupts us. This Emperor thought that thief was a Reincarnation of an ancient demon god or was hiding the cultivation of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor!"

"After all that, you tell this Emperor he's just a Profound Immortal!?"

Red-Eyed Demon Emperor laughed until the black mist around him shook, his eyes full of mockery. "Jiang Wuji, has your Human Race been too comfortable for too long? Has your courage withered? A Profound Immortal is worth reporting in such a tone?"

Not just the Devil Emperors, the nine Immortal Emperors on the Human Race side couldn't hold it together either.

The female emperor stepping on an ice lotus covered her mouth and laughed with disdain; Star Immortal Emperor, surrounded by starlight, shook his head, looking at Jiang Wuji like he was a fool.

Thunder Emperor didn't hide his contempt and snorted coldly.

To those standing at the peak of the Immortal and Demon Realms, there was no difference between a Profound Immortal and a True Immortal.

True Immortals were ants on the ground, and Profound Immortals were just slightly larger moths. They could crush them into dust with a single finger.

Jiang Wuji shrank inside his Sword Intent shield, trembling all over.

His face turned the color of pig liver, and his ears were filled with laughter.

He was struggling internally.

"Say it! Tell them that kid can use the heaven-reaching tower to suppress me! Tell them that I, a dignified Immortal Emperor, was forced by a Profound Immortal to fall from the Void Realm like a dead dog..."

This thought flashed but was suppressed by fear.

He absolutely could not say it.

If he admitted to being suppressed by a Profound Immortal, Jiang Wuji would become the laughingstock of the Three Realms, and the Taixu Sword Sect's reputation would be ruined by him.

More terrifyingly, with Thunder Emperor's temper, he might think Jiang Wuji was undermining their morale and slap him into meat paste.

"I... I am just reporting truthfully..."

Jiang Wuji swallowed the rest of his words, lowered his head, and stopped speaking.

The Divine Messenger standing in front of the nine Immortal Emperors felt a flash of doubt upon hearing this, but it quickly turned into a cold laugh.

The Divine Messenger's lips curled into a smirk of self-confidence.

"And here I thought there was some variable."

The Divine Messenger calculated, "How long has it been since he ascended from the Lower Realm? This kid actually raised himself from True Immortal to Profound Immortal.

It seems he not only refined the heaven-reaching tower but also used a forbidden technique within it that overdraws potential.

However... that's all it is."

A Realm forcibly raised by external items is just a dead end.

"Enough!"

The Divine Messenger stopped smiling, his face becoming cold and cruel. He raised the imperial teachers token high, his voice majestic.

"Now that we've confirmed the thief's background, there's no need to waste more time. A mere Profound Immortal, even if he uses the heaven-reaching tower's space Laws to hide, won't be able to cause any trouble!"

The Divine Messenger's gaze swept over the three Devil Emperors and nine Immortal Emperors.

"Everyone, the thief is in this space. Seal the heavens and earth, dig three feet deep, and capture him immediately!"

...

Meanwhile,

In the Lower Realm.

One of the Five Great Provinces, East Province, Qingyun Sect.

The square of the Qingyun Sect was packed with people.

On the ground,

The highest-grade Spirit Gathering Array, rushed to completion last night, was running at full power, emitting a soft and bright light. These lights intertwined, making the entire square look like a fairyland.

Cultivators from East Province, Central Province, and the other three provinces were gathered here.

In the sky, various flying Magic Treasures and Spirit Beast mounts were densely packed, almost blotting out the sun.

Although the last time the Upper Realm Divine Messenger descended in anger, just one burst of pressure had shaken half the Cultivators present to death—a tragic scene of rivers of blood that no one could forget—

The cultivation world never lacked those who would risk their lives for an Opportunity.

Moreover, after that catastrophe, the survivors found that although they didn't see an Ascension, the lingering insights into the Heavenly Dao within the heavens and earth under that pressure had greatly improved their understanding of their Realms.

Many old monsters stuck at Bottlenecks for years had made a Breakthrough upon returning.

So, even though everyone knew that the first two Ascension ceremonies of the Old Ancestor of the Qingyun Sect were farces and this one might be another trap, they still came.

"People die for wealth, and birds die for food. If I can catch even a bit of Heavenly Dao insight, it's worth risking half my life," a Loose Cultivator Elder said while stroking his beard to those nearby.

"Exactly! Look at the scale today. The Cultivators who came all have backgrounds. Even those reclusive families from Central Province sent Elders. We Loose Cultivators can only stand on the outskirts."

As the Cultivators discussed, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd.

"Look over there! What is that?"

Everyone looked over and saw a group of out-of-place figures standing in a remote corner of the square.

At their head,

Was an old man carrying a turtle shell on his back. He had some fresh green seaweed on his head and leaned on a crooked cane.

Behind him was a group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals.

"Aren't those... subordinates of the Dragon Clan? Why are they here too?"

"Shh, keep it down! Did you forget? This old turtle is a subordinate of that Senior Gu. Although Senior Gu has ascended, his influence remains. Who dares to provoke them?"

Standing on the high platform of the square, Old Ancestor Qingxuan naturally saw this group of eyesore seafood.

His eye twitched.

But he knew they were right; this old turtle was Gu Heng's man. To beat a dog, one must look at the master. So he took a deep breath and pretended not to see them.

In the corner,

Prime Minister Turtle didn't care about others' looks. He leaned on his cane and reached back to touch his turtle shell.

At this moment,

Prime Minister Turtle hadn't brought his family here for any Heavenly Dao insights.

It was because, half an hour ago, the Master-Servant Contract deep in his mind had produced a strong sensation.

"It seems... related to Master? So... this old servant came."

A glimmer of hope flashed in Prime Minister Turtle's eyes.

Since Gu Heng ascended, he had been very lost, and his motivation to Cultivate seemed gone. Now, feeling that familiar aura again made him somewhat joyful.

Prime Minister Turtle prayed in his heart, "Master, please don't let anything happen to you. This old servant is still counting on you to lead our Dragon Clan to regain its former glory."

On the platform.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan straightened his newly made immortal-style robe.

He looked up at the golden light in the sky, which was getting brighter and more terrifying in pressure, his heart filled with anxiety.

"After waiting so long and being pranked so many times, finally... it's my turn!"

He took a deep breath and circulated his spiritual energy to make his voice heard throughout the Qingyun Sect.

"Fellow Daoists!"

"I have sat in meditation for ten thousand years. Today, my Karma is in Perfection, and I am about to ascend to the Immortal Realm!

The path of cultivation is a Heaven-Defying journey full of thorns. But as long as we Cultivators forge ahead and hold fast to our Dao Heart, one day, you too will be able to step through the Void Realm and witness the Great Dao!"

Then, Old Ancestor Qingxuan gave a long-winded speech for half an hour, from the righteousness of the Sect to his cultivation experiences—all correct but useless nonsense.

The Cultivators below were almost falling asleep, but due to the Old Ancestor's authority, they could only force smiles and occasionally clap and cheer.

Ye Wentian stood to the side, checking the time, and anxiously sent a sound transmission, "Old Ancestor, that's enough! The auspicious hour has arrived!"

Only then did Old Ancestor Qingxuan stop.

He raised his head, his expression becoming solemn.

"The auspicious hour has arrived! Open the Heavenly Gate!"

"Boom—"

He shouted loudly.

The vault of heaven responded with a loud roar.

Then,

The clouds were torn apart from the middle by a force.

A massive space passage appeared in the sky, and dazzling golden light poured down like a waterfall from the passage, accurately landing on the high platform where Old Ancestor Qingxuan stood.

The pressure within that golden light made all the Cultivators present unable to help but feel their knees go weak and kneel on the ground.

"Respectfully seeing off Old Ancestor Qingxuan's Ascension!"

"Wishing the Old Ancestor eternal immortal blessings and a life as long as the heavens!"

Amidst the cheers of hundreds of thousands of people, Old Ancestor Qingxuan felt all his pores open.

He closed his eyes slightly and opened his arms in what he considered the most perfect embrace, which he had practiced thousands of times, preparing to welcome the Divine Light of Induction as his body slowly rose.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds...

...

No movement.

The cheers from the scene gradually weakened.

Everyone remained in a kneeling position, secretly looking up and at each other.

A silent, awkward deadness filled the air.

Only the breeze blew across the square, rustling the hem of the Old Ancestor's robe.

"What's going on?"

In the silence,

A young little Cultivator kneeling in the front row couldn't stand the atmosphere.

He summoned the courage to open his eyes and look up at the sky along the golden light.

The next moment, the little Cultivator's eyes widened.

He pointed at the sky tremblingly and whispered,

"Look! In that... golden light, are there two figures?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked up.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan's face turned pale, his heart twitched, and his open arms froze in mid-air.

"No way..."