Cultivation Online

“You can’t be serious…” Yuan refused to believe that the Primal Sovereign of the Seas would drag the True Emperor of the Seas to the Demonic Realm just so he could kill it.

“Don’t worry, it won’t take long to drag that imposter here,” said the Primal Sovereign of the Seas, thinking that Yuan was worried it might take too long to bring the True Emperors of the Seas to him.

“…”

Yuan fell silent, deep in thought, questioning whether he truly possessed the strength to face the True Emperor of the Seas—a being said to be beyond even the reach of Cultivation Gods—at his current level.

“It’s now or never,” the Primal Sovereign of the Seas suddenly said, snapping Yuan out of his thoughts. “Once I depart, I will enter hibernation, and I will not emerge again for millions of years.”

Yuan rubbed his eyes and let out a long sigh before nodding, a trace of resignation in his expression.

“Alright… I’ll fight it now. But whether I can kill it is another matter, so don’t be disappointed if I fail.”

The Primal Sovereign of the Seas let out a low chuckle before replying, “In my eyes, you possess what it takes to slay that impostor, but it will be a difficult fight. However, if you would rather have more time to prepare, I can afford to wait a while longer. I am still in the midst of my purge and will remain awake for a few hundred more years.”

“…”

Yuan stared into the Primal Sovereign of the Seas’ eyes for a moment before asking, “Are you really not going to tell me the consequences of killing it—why you are hesitant to kill it?”

A grin appeared on the Primal Sovereign of the Seas’ face as it responded, “If you are worried that it might be a trap, you are free to refuse. But there’s a reason I am offering you my Blood Essence as a reward, something I have never even considered doing until today.”

Yuan closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, they were brimming with resolve and confidence.

“Very well. I accept your challenge. There’s no need to wait, either. We’ll do it now,” Yuan declared.

“WELL SAID!”

The Primal Sovereign of the Seas roared, its massive form surging skyward as it shot toward the heavens.

Then, it performed a majestic backflip in the sky before plunging back down toward the crimson sea.

Yuan and the others braced themselves for a towering tidal wave, yet to their astonishment, when the Primal Sovereign of the Seas struck the surface, not a single drop of water stirred, and its immense form vanished instantly into the crimson depths.

“I will return within a few days. You may use this time to prepare yourself.”

The Primal Sovereign of the Seas’ voice resounded shortly after. Instead of immediately beginning his preparations, Yuan took a moment to explain the situation to Supreme Ruler Dena and Lev, who had been observing from the sidelines, utterly bewildered by everything that had transpired.

“So, to sum it up,” Lev began, trying to piece everything together, “the Bloody Devil Emperor is actually called the Primal Sovereign of the Seas, a being from an entirely different world—a third world—and it’s going to drag another creature here for you to kill?”

“That sounds about right.” Yuan calmly nodded.

Supreme Ruler Dena then asked, “Can we assist you?”

She had little interest in the situation itself, and her only concern was whether she could be of help to him.

Yuan smiled faintly and shook his head. “I appreciate the offer, but I’ll handle this on my own. I’m not doing this solely because of the Primal Sovereign of the Seas, either. I have my own reasons for wanting it dead.”

His gaze darkened slightly. “This is… a grudge carried over from a distant past.”

“Then we’ll wait for you to take care of it.” Supreme Ruler Dena didn’t say anything else and flew away, giving Yuan some space.

“Good luck, I guess.” Lev didn’t know what else to say and followed Supreme Ruler Dena shortly after.

Now that he was somewhat alone, Yuan sat in the lotus position in midair and closed his eyes to cultivate, preparing for the upcoming battle.

Meanwhile, the Primal Sovereign of the Seas had already departed the Demonic Realm, gliding through a spatial tunnel accessible only through its unique authority, its presence weaving effortlessly between worlds as it set out in search of the True Emperor of the Seas.

When the Primal Sovereign of the Seas emerged from the spatial tunnel, it found itself within a vast, boundless sea in the Nine Heavens.

It then began its search for the True Emperor of the Seas, and within mere moments, it found it.

To the Primal Sovereign of the Seas, locating any living creature within the waters of the three worlds was as effortless as a human observing the lines upon their own palm.

“Found you, you little imposter!”

The Primal Sovereign of the Seas slipped back into its spatial tunnel, traveling for only a few fleeting seconds before arriving at its destination.

When it emerged once more, it had arrived in the Ninth Heaven, within the Sea of Infinite Descent, one of the Four Gateways to Hell.

Meanwhile, not far from the Primal Sovereign of the Seas, the True Emperor of the Seas—who had slumbered for thousands of years—suddenly jolted awake, stirred by a menacing and all-too-familiar presence.

The moment it recognized the owner of that presence, the True Emperor of the Seas reacted without hesitation, immediately attempting to flee through its own spatial tunnel—one that connected every sea within the Nine Heavens.

“To think you would try to flee from me within water… how laughable!”

Behind it, the True Emperor of the Seas could hear the Primal Sovereign’s mocking laughter, sounding like a chilling tide closing in.

“Damn it! What the hell do you want from me, you fat fuck?!” the True Emperor of the Seas cried out, not even daring to glance back.