The sudden emergence of a colossal hand from the Northern Region was an event without warning. The giant hand, pristine and translucent like white jade, tore through the void with overwhelming momentum.
It carried an aura of supreme sovereignty, shaking the heavens as countless laws of the universe roared in response, bowing as if welcoming their king.
Under this majestic pressure, all existence seemed to submit. The heavens and earth reverently bowed to this unparalleled might—a presence belonging solely to an Emperor.
The aura was reminiscent of the True Dragon Emperor of old, dormant in the forbidden zones, now awakened and striking with unrivaled ferocity.
Shock rippled through the gathered factions.
“An Emperor has awakened! Which Emperor is it this time?”
“That aura originates from the Ye family. Could it be an Emperor from the Ye Family?”
The crowd buzzed with speculation, their eyes instinctively darting toward the Ye Family. The Emperor’s aura seemed to respond to Ye Changhe’s earlier words, a confidence in his demeanor that hinted at foreknowledge of this intervention.
The suddenness of the Emperor’s action left no room for defense. The massive hand crossed the Northern Region with terrifying speed, shattering the void as it swept into the Eastern Wilderness, its target unmistakable—the Primordial Holy Land.
As Ye Changhe had predicted.
“Damn it! An Emperor is targeting the Primordial Holy Land!”
“He is likely after the Primordial Holy Son!” the Pure Yang Holy Master exclaimed, his expression twisting in alarm.
He turned toward Dongfang Mingyue but was startled to find her serene expression unshaken. It was as if she had anticipated the Emperor’s strike and dismissed its significance.
Her calm demeanor unsettled the Pure Yang Holy Master. Could it truly be as expected?
“An Emperor emerges, and the Primordial Holy Land is doomed!” Jin Yuan sneered, his initial confusion replaced by mocking laughter as he turned to the Primordial Holy Master.
Although unsure of the exact circumstances, the situation appeared favorable to the Ancient Imperial Clan. The possibility of the Primordial Holy Land clashing with the awakened Emperor was a boon.
“Hahaha! Yao Ye, is this the strongest ally you claimed to have? This so-called backing of yours is about to be obliterated!” The Grand Elder of the Heavenly Fox Clan laughed coldly, his voice dripping with derision as he glared at Yao Ye.
With the Primordial Holy Land in peril, the Grand Elder’s fears of its dominance influencing the clan subsided.
The annihilation of the Primordial Holy Land would leave Yao Ye without support, allowing the Grand Elder to consolidate control over the Heavenly Fox Clan.
Yao Ye frowned deeply, his gaze flickering toward the Primordial Holy Master. Yet upon seeing her composed demeanor, his previously tense heart began to ease.
“Grand Elder, why the rush?” Yao Ye asked coldly. “Even the True Dragon Emperor couldn’t dominate the Nine Heavens Realm and was forced to retreat. How could an unknown Emperor achieve such a feat?”
The appearance of an Emperor and their strike against the Primordial Holy Land initially left Yao Ye uneasy. He silently cursed the Primordial Holy Land for provoking such a powerful enemy.
Yet the calm expression of the Primordial Holy Master reassured him. If she wasn’t worried, why should he be? She likely had some plan to counter the situation.
What baffled Yao Ye was the source of her confidence. Could they truly have a countermeasure? Perhaps an Emperor Weapon? But that seemed unlikely, as both sides possessed such weapons, and the Primordial Holy Land held no monopoly in this regard.
Wait… could it be the Great Completion Primodial Dao Body?
Yao Ye’s thoughts flashed to a recent revelation of the mysterious body’s sudden emergence. No one knew its origin or allegiance, and after a single battle, it vanished entirely.
The various factions had sought to recruit this figure without success. Now, seeing the Primordial Holy Master’s composed reaction, Yao Ye couldn’t help but speculate.
Was the Great Completion Primordial Dao Body connected to the Primordial Holy Land? Could it have been assimilated by their Holy Son?
“Primordial Holy Master, shouldn’t you return quickly? If you delay further, your Primordial Holy Land and that precious Holy Son of yours might not survive!” Ye Changhe taunted with a cold smile, his sharp gaze attempting to unearth a reaction from the Primordial Holy Master.
Anger? Fear? Killing intent? Yet, to his frustration, she remained as tranquil as ever, her expression devoid of emotion.
“Why should I return?” Dongfang Mingyue finally glanced toward the direction of the Primordial Holy Land and replied faintly, “So your Ye Family went to such lengths to awaken an Emperor just to strike at us?”
“Impressive dedication. I wonder, though, how long it will take your Ye Family’s Emperor to recover from this attack?”
Her calm retort struck like a thunderclap. Ye Changhe’s smug expression froze, replaced with uncertainty as murmurs rippled through the crowd.
The sudden strike by the Ye Family’s Emperor had not been entirely unexpected. Jiang Chen had previously warned them of the Ye Family’s reliance on this Emperor as their hidden trump card.
The Ye Family had maintained contact with their dormant Emperor, who might intervene during this era of great upheaval caused by the revival of ancient figures.
The confirmation that it was the Ye Family’s Emperor shocked the crowd. No wonder Ye Changhe had spoken with such confidence earlier—he had known this would happen!
This Emperor, like the True Dragon Emperor, had not dissipated into the Dao upon his retreat but remained in a dormant state.
Yet, why was the Primordial Holy Master so calm? Did she truly have no fear?
“You knew?” Ye Changhe’s expression darkened, confusion clouding his mind.
He couldn’t comprehend it—how could she remain so composed in the face of an Emperor’s might? Shouldn’t there be panic, anger, or at least some reaction? The Primordial Holy Master’s calmness was far beyond his expectations, leaving him unsettled.
That was an Emperor—even if self-suppressed, their strength was unmatched, capable of dominating the heavens and earth. Was the Primordial Holy Land truly unafraid?
The aura emanating from the Emperor’s hand was overwhelming, a force capable of extinguishing all life in the Nine Heavens Realm with a single thought.
The disciples and elders of the Primordial Holy Land, directly facing the brunt of this attack, were frozen in terror, their souls trembling as if they were flickering candles on the verge of being snuffed out. Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs novel·fire·net
Suddenly, a terrifying aura erupted from Banished Immortal Peak, countering the oppressive energy.
This new presence was equally vast, dispersing the overwhelming pressure from the Emperor’s strike, granting relief to the disciples of the Primordial Holy Land.