BTTH : Emperor Yang

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Morning light spilled across the land.

A gentle breeze passed by, causing ripples to form on the lotus pond. The sheer curtains swayed softly, and a wind chime let out a crisp, delicate ring. Inside the lotus pavilion, Wei Yang sat cross-legged, barefoot, eyes gently closed.

His ink-black hair flowed down like a waterfall, and he wore a loose black robe embroidered with gold patterns. A few strands of hair beside his cheek fluttered in the wind, playfully brushing against his skin.

At the center of his forehead, the faint outline of a black sun seemed to flicker in and out of existence. There was no visible aura leaking from his body, no oppressive pressure, nothing grand or imposing. On the surface, he appeared no different from an ordinary young man.

Seeing him like this, it would be difficult for anyone to believe that this calm and handsome youth, whose brows carried a hint of natural dominance, was once the monster who shook the continent now one of the strongest beings alive.

The atmosphere was quiet, almost serene.

After a moment, Wei Yang slowly opened his eyes. Deep in their depths, a faint black flame flickered once before vanishing again. He lifted his gaze toward the scenery outside the pavilion, where the breeze slightly rippled the lake surface.

A few lotus flowers floated on the water, blooming beautifully.

”So the Ling Clan has been destroyed.” He murmured to himself.

Hun Tiandi... that guy finally started targeting the Eight Ancient Clans.

The opening of the Tuo She Ancient God Mansion was no longer far away. To be honest, Wei Yang did feel a certain level of admiration toward Hun Tiandi. Doing whatever it takes to reach his goal, ruthless beyond reason — even willing to kill his own kin.

A true scheming overlord.

At the very least, compared to that guy Gu Yuan, Hun Tiandi was far more respectable. In this era, among the older generation, there were very few who Wei Yang felt were worthy of his acknowledgment — perhaps only two or three.

Xiao Xuan counted as one. Hun Tiandi counted as well. Zhu Kun... could barely be passed as one. As for Gu Yuan — heh — Wei Yang truly looked down on him. Wei Yang shook his head lightly and stood up, slowly stepping out of the pavilion.

Standing on the corridor, he placed both hands on the railing and gazed far into the distance.

Soon.

The final grand conflict was approaching. A faint trace of anticipation flashed in his eyes. Ever since he arrived in this world, he had been quietly waiting for this day. An era of struggle — where the strong thrive and the weak perish.

The victor becomes king, the defeated a criminal. There was no right or wrong — only the fact that at the peak, there was room for only one. The path to the summit was narrow. Not everyone could pass. Someone had to be eliminated.

”You and I may have never met face-to-face, but our positions are different. So Hun Tiandi, we are destined to be enemies. Sometimes, choice matters far more than effort. Standing on the right side — that is everything.”

”In this timeline, the situation you face will only grow more difficult. My existence will make sure of that. And I will show you... hell has eighteen layers. So you are destined to become a tragedy.”

Wei Yang’s fingers slowly tightened around the railing.

Crack... crack...

The high-grade wooden rail couldn’t withstand his strength and fractured. Feeling the majestic and boundless power surging within his body, Wei Yang took a deep breath. This feeling of power intoxicating, overwhelming — enough to make a person addicted.

Peak Three-Star Dou Sheng.

In just two short years, he had grown from a Peak One-Star to a Peak Three-Star Dou Sheng. Such a speed, at the level of Dou Sheng, was nothing short of absurd.

With the bloodline of the Hou and the Death Life Flame, his physical strength alone surpassed any Dou Sheng of the same level by far. As long as he had enough energy supply, his growth speed would never slow down.

In ancient times, the Hou fed on thunder and flame. Now, with his bloodline combined with the Death Life Flame, his growth potential could only be described as terrifying.

Aside from conventional cultivation, thunder, fire, even the essence of the sun could become resources for his advancement. Compared to others who struggled with cultivation, Wei Yang had every advantage imaginable even Xiao Yan, who consumed different flames, couldn’t compare.

Therefore, Wei Yang could confidently say: A cheat? What cheat? I am the cheat.

If becoming a Dou Di did not require the Origin Qi for that final step of transforming one’s life essence, nothing — absolutely nothing — would stop him from breaking through.

”Hm?”

Wei Yang’s eyes suddenly narrowed as he looked toward a certain direction deep in the rear mountain — the place where Xiao Yan was in seclusion. From there, he felt a power surging like a volcano on the verge of eruption — wild, vast, unstoppable.

A faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips.

”So, you succeeded?”

Hum—

Space beside him twisted lightly, and Yao Lao stepped out from the distortion, stroking his beard. His gaze also landed in the same direction as he sighed emotionally.

”So he finally did it.”

Then—

BOOM!

The entire Star Realm suddenly shook violently. The mountains trembled as if struck by an earthquake.

”What happened?!”

The sudden disturbance alarmed the many powerhouses of Falling Star Pavilion. They rushed into the sky, faces filled with disbelief as they stared toward the deep mountain area.

But when they saw where the disturbance originated from, realization quickly spread through the crowd — it must be Xiao Yan, the young pavilion master. Seeing Yao Lao and Wei Yang calmly watching the scene with faint smiles only confirmed their guess.

With both the Pavilion Master and Young Master Wei present, who in the world would dare cause trouble here?

Everyone relaxed and widened their eyes, staring at the direction where the shockwave originated.

BOOM!!

A towering green mountain deep in the Star Realm suddenly exploded. The massive mountain crumbled in an instant, turning into countless fragments and dust under the stunned gazes of everyone.

At the same time, an overwhelming purple-brown flame — with a faint eerie white glow at its tail surged out from the depths of the explosion like a world-ending inferno. It rose into a roaring sea of fire, sweeping across the sky and spreading rapidly in all directions.

Within the raging flames, a familiar figure walked unhurriedly, his silhouette faint yet unmistakable — like a god who commanded fire itself. A tyrannical aura erupted like lightning, spreading outward and engulfing the entire Star Realm.

Feeling this overwhelming, majestic pressure, all the experts who hovered in the sky froze instantly. Shock overwhelmed their expressions.

This pressure... A Dou Sheng!

Wei Yang and Yao Lao exchanged glances, momentarily speechless.

”This brat... if he wanted to come out, he could’ve just come out. Did he really need to make such a dramatic scene?” Wei Yang muttered helplessly.

”Haha, becoming a Dou Sheng is no small matter. Of course he’d want to release some momentum — otherwise, how would he feel satisfied?” Yao Lao stroked his beard, unable to hide the pride in his voice.

His second disciple... had finally stepped into the realm of Dou Sheng. From today onward, all three of them — master and disciples — stood among the ranks of Dou Sheng.

This moment was destined to become a legendary tale in history. For Yao Chen, being able to teach two such exceptional disciples in his lifetime — he truly had no regrets.

A bittersweet smile tugged at his lips as he added, half scolding and half amused:

”But this brat really doesn’t know moderation. If he wants to come out, just come out. Did he really have to blow up an entire perfectly good mountain?”

”Master, aren’t you being a little stingy?” Wei Yang chuckled, ”Your disciple just became a Dou Sheng. Losing one mountain in celebration — is that really something you can’t bear? Aren’t you afraid others will laugh at you?”

”Hahahahaha!”

Hearing that, Yao Lao suddenly burst into laughter — loud, bold, and utterly carefree. That laughter carried relief, pride, and decades of unspoken hardship finally released.

Today — Yao Chen had truly risen to the peak. From this day forward, his name would forever be etched into history.

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