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Chapter 861: A Dog Is Still a Dog, No Matter Whose It Is
Chapter 861: Chapter 861: A Dog Is Still a Dog, No Matter Whose It Is Above the auspicious clouds.
The Holy Masters, who had no dealings with the Tian Gui Tribe, witnessed the ease with which a Holy Master, whose cultivation was similar to theirs, was cut down like paper under the Qingfeng Sword, and couldn’t help but feel a sense of shared fate in the demise of another.
Yet no one pleaded for mercy.
In just half the time of an incense stick, all the Tian Gui Tribe’s followers were slaughtered, and the air above the East Mountain Sect was filled with a piercing stench of blood.
The Qingfeng Sword dripped with blood.
Xu Lai looked at the brilliant Immortal’s Demise streaking across the sky, slightly squinting his eyes: "Truly beautiful."
Beautiful?
Indeed, it was beautiful.
Yet beneath the splendor, blood was concealed.
At this moment.
A Holy Master cupped his fists, solemnly saying, "Supreme Emperor, may we leave now?"
"The play has just begun, stay and watch till the end."
"Supreme Emperor, we are mere mortals and cannot appreciate this, may we take our leave first?"
"Those on stage perform the play, those below watch."
Xu Lai calmly observed, "Do you wish to be on stage, or below?"
"..."
The speaking Holy Master dared not utter another word, returned to the auspicious clouds with a respectful bow.
The Immortal Domain is the stage.
To be an observer below is to survive.
To be on stage is to become Immortal’s Demise.
But the Supreme Emperor’s play was not yet over for today.
As they pondered deeply, the Holy Masters of the Eastern Immortal Domain were drenched in cold sweat.
Could it be that the Supreme Emperor intended to annihilate all of the Tian Gui Tribe’s supporters, using these Holy Masters and Quasi-Emperors to mend the Heavenly Dao Laws, to recreate the Cycle of Reincarnation?
Their hearts trembled.
As if they could already see the Immortal Domain filled with rivers of blood.
But no one dared to stop it.
For those entangled in the Karmic Tribulation faced certain death.
Even a fool would not dare to stop a Great Emperor at his peak but about to die, it would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating their abilities.
"Host the Holy Masters well for me."
Xu Lai looked at Sikong Jiu and said lightly, "When the curtain falls, I will drink with the Holy Masters. I’ve heard the wine from the East Mountain Sect is quite good."
Sikong Jiu scratched his head.
With his current cultivation, how could he qualify to host a gathering of Immortal Venerables and Quasi-Emperors?
But Sikong Jiu was a smart man; he understood that the Supreme Emperor’s words were a declaration, informing all the Holy Lands’ leaders present.
He, Sikong Jiu, was a person of the Supreme Emperor and of the Heavenly Court.
"Yes."
Sikong Jiu cupped his hands in salute.
Xu Lai left.
Since becoming an Emperor, he rarely used a sword, except against the unknown giant whale demonic beast from the Northern Immortal Domain.
Today was a rare occasion to wield a sword.
So he would slash away all the stifling emotions in his heart.
And coincidentally, dismantle the arrangements of the Great Emperor Tiangui Yuan Yin.
The wine from the East Mountain Sect was good.
So Xu Lai stepped into the East Mountain Sect.
Due to the fall of the Sect Master and various Holy Masters, the East Mountain Sect, the venue for this Eastern Immortal Domain’s Holy Lands Assembly, was in utter panic.
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
"Dong!"
The sound of bells echoed within the sect gate.
"Great Emperor Qingfeng, do you really wish to stand against the entire Immortal Domain, to oppose the Great Emperor Tiangui?"
The East Mountain Sect’s Supreme Elder at the Quasi-Emperor Realm appeared, displaying both fear and disbelief.
Xu Lai did not respond.
He merely felt a twinge of annoyance.
Upon reflection, for the past hundred thousand years, the great forces he had obliterated, whether they were the exalted Holy Lands or small factions where the strongest were just Golden Core or Nascent Soul cultivators.
When the sect gate was about to collapse, they all spoke these meaningless words.
Except for his master.
He resolutely stood in front of his senior sister.
And his senior sister and several senior brothers stood in front of him.
As Xu Lai thought this, he suddenly chuckled softly, and the Qingfeng Sword in his hand cleaved downward.
A sword intent.
Shooting into the sky!
The East Mountain Sect’s Quasi-Emperor’s pupils contracted continuously, discovering that no sound remained in his ears.
The bell sound had ceased.
The clamor had ceased.
Everything, under that peaceful and gentle sword intent like a breeze, had vanished.
"..."
Above the auspicious clouds.
All the Holy Masters remained silent.
They watched as the ancient Tao lineage, passed down for dozens of epochs, the East Mountain Sect, vanished like smoke under the Qingfeng Sword of the Great Emperor Qingfeng.
As they watched, their expressions all changed.
Their faces were filled with an indescribable complexity, especially among those Holy Masters at the eighth heaven of the Quasi-Emperor Realm in the gathering.
Some stood up in a frenzy, staggered, and laughed madly, but their laughter was filled with bitterness.
It turns out.
This is the Emperor Realm.
It turns out.
A single sword from the Emperor Realm can destroy a sect.
It turns out the gap between Quasi-Emperors and the Emperor Realm is far larger than they had known, so vast that it defies comprehension.
Sikong Jiu curled his lips, looking at these ignorant fellows.
It was just that Great Emperor Qingfeng, no longer holding back, acted with all his might, frightening them and losing their Dao hearts. If they were returned to the First Era, where many emperors coexisted.
Wouldn’t they be scared to death on the spot?
However, Sikong Jiu slightly furrowed his brow.
He had dealt with many from the Emperor Realm, there were those old dogs from the Nine Kings’ Palace, as well as Yuan Yin and other emperors who were killed, he knew the strength in the Emperor Realm varied.
Some emperors focused on formations, others on the Alchemy Dao, or other grand paths.
But.
Among the Three Thousand Great Paths.
The endpoint of the cultivation realm is the same.
Even if there are differences, they wouldn’t be too extreme.
However, Xu Lai’s strength had clearly surpassed other Great Emperors by a large margin.
Sikong Jiu was already considered outstanding among the Emperors of the First Era, otherwise, he wouldn’t have survived the chase of the Nine Kings’ Palace and Tian Gui Yuan Yin for an entire era.
But at his peak, he still couldn’t achieve what Xu Lai did.
Destroying a sect with one sword wasn’t hard.
What was difficult was annihilating the East Mountain Sect, having that sword intent not dissipate, but instead transforming through the ancestor shrine’s disciple and elder nameplates into hundreds of thousands of sword intents, continuing a massive killing spree.
Even if the disciples of the East Mountain Sect hid in the farthest corner of the Western Immortal Domain, they still couldn’t avoid this calamity.
All it meant was.
To let the sword intent fly a little longer.
"Such strong divine sense."
Just this feat alone made Sikong Jiu sigh in comparison.
...
...
After the annihilation of the East Mountain Sect, Xu Lai took a step forward, and the scenery around him changed abruptly.
It was still the twenty-seventh domain of the Eastern Immortal Domain, and what met his eyes was a grand structure spanning several star domains.
It was a tower.
Suspended within the starry sky, towering and terrifyingly high.
The giant tower flowed with white sand, like a river of sand in motion, hence called the Quicksand Tower.
"It is... the Great Emperor Qingfeng."
A cultivator inside the tower saw Xu Lai with his sword, and shouted in fear.
"Alas."
A sigh was heard, it was an elderly woman with white hair.
She was dressed in simple Mai, walking slowly from the top of the tower, neither releasing her realm pressure nor attempting to escape.
Instead, she pleaded, "Supreme Emperor, could you allow the Quicksand Tower to leave some seeds, just ten seeds."
Xu Lai did not speak.
"Leave just one seed, just one." The old woman spoke again.
Xu Lai shook his head.
The old woman smiled bitterly.
She was neither angry at the Great Emperor Qingfeng for what he was about to do to the Quicksand Tower, nor did she regret joining the side of the Great Emperor Tiangui.
Such was the Immortal Domain.
Mere mortals must rely on nobles, nobles on dynasties, and dynasties on sects. Small sects rely on great sects, and great sects rely on even greater sects.
Quicksand Tower seemed like a lofty Holy Land, but ultimately it had never produced someone of the Emperor Realm, its heritage and strength far inferior to those Tao lineages that had.
Thus, they could only serve as dogs.
Being a dog for anyone is still being a dog.
The East Mountain Sect, Quicksand Tower, and the Purple Star Palace, which was destroyed not long ago, chose to serve the Tian Gui Tribe.
As a result.
These Holy Lands received immense cultivation resources.
But siding with the wrong faction comes at a cost.