Emperor’s Domination

“Well, it is time to conclude this fateful connection.” Li Qiye then turned toward the temple lord and said.

“Progenitor, I will not forget your grace!” The ecstatic man prostrated.

“Buzz.” Li Qiye placed his palm on the temple lord, causing cracks to form.

“Ahh!” The temple lord screamed in agony, seemingly breaking down into countless pieces. The pain proved too much even for a big shot such as himself.

Primordial light traveled from Li Qiye’s palm into the cracks, forming golden outlines. His body hardened and looked to be engraved with golden marble, eventually taking a bronze color.

When Li Qiye pulled back, the temple lord’s stone body returned to flesh and blood. However, Six-style sensed that beneath his flesh was a frame made of steel - mighty and tough enough to weather any pain.

The temple lord noticed his unprecedented physical state. Nothing in this world could break him.

“Go now.” Li Qiye waved.

He prostrated before returning to the dragon’s chest.

“Clank!” The tribulation power wrapped around him again, making him one with the dragon. This time, he felt comfort instead of pain as the power coursed through his body.

He realized this was how it should be - a perfect fusion devoid of pain. He let out a joyous cry - something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Although he wielded the power of tribulation in the past, using it came with unbearable backlash with no potential to escape.

“Raa!” He roared and returned to the top of the mountain.

Li Qiye smiled and left with Six-style Emperor.

***

“Boom!” A blinding light erupted from Darkmoon Temple, attracting everyone’s attention. It looked like a flower blossoming and releasing a red hue.

Spectators felt a sense of dread as two powerful imperial auras collided. Shockwaves emanated across the market and sent people flying.

“What’s going on?” Many experts couldn’t handle the pressure and became frozen.

Theory looked up and saw two majestic figures in Darkmoon Temple.

“An emperor is attacking the temple?” A big shot commented.

“Endlaw and Yangrune Emperor.” Many recognized them.

At first, they thought the two were fighting due to the current conflict between Enigma and Immortal Suppression. Moreover, all desired the grass known as Darkmoon Heaventouch growing in there.

A second later, powerful cultivators noticed something amiss. The two emperors released all of their vitality and anima trees but didn’t attack, only standing still and being illuminated by the blossoming red light.

Individual silk-like rays coiled around them and formed two cocoons. Their power failed to hinder this strange process.

“Turning them into dried corpses?” A big shot took a deep breath.

“Not quite, the strings are strange.” An emperor considered the light parasitic, seemingly invading the two trapped cultivators.

“It’s a takeover.” One desolate god said.

Endlaw and Yangrune were both apex emperors, inferior to few in Sin. This made people realize how dangerous Darkmoon was.

“They entered for the grass, what the hell happened?” Someone said.

“The takeover only happens after losing, how is it starting before a conclusion? The laws of the market aren’t like this.” A knowledgeable emperor said.

“They’re doomed.” This became the consensus of the crowd.