Emperor’s Domination

“One shouldn’t fear death after embarking on the quest for the dao.” She said firmly.

“More courageous than men, how commendable.” He praised.

“Do it.” She closed her eyes and didn’t beg for mercy.

“It’s not up to you.” He smiled.

“It is true I am in no position to speak as a prisoner, my fate is in your hand.” She took a deep breath.

“Don’t you know that even if you don’t ask for help, he will still come.” He said.

“He is in isolated cultivation.” She said.

“I don’t think he will anymore after I take out the divine intent.” He smirked.

“You!” Her expression darkened.

“Aren’t you curious whether he will come or not?” He asked.

“I am just one of many disciples, not worth saving.” She said.

“Do you hope he’ll come?” He asked again.

“I don’t have the face to see him since I’m so weak and have ruined his reputation.” She said.

“What a good disciple. Now I want to see even more.” Having said this, he reached for her forehead.

“No!” She screamed as his finger pierced through her flesh and bone, causing her to scream in agony.

As blood splashed, he pulled out a strand of light. It floated up into the air, brimming with supreme power. It could turn into a spear and kill anyone.

“Pop!” He crushed it into pieces despite its unimaginable toughness.

The particles rotated and lit up, forming a portal in the air.

“Buzz.” A shadow walked out, freezing both time and space. Remnant particles came together around the shadow to form the cultivator – a youth with the appearance of an immortal.

He, in his azure robe, exuded an ethereal elegance unstained by the mortal world. The sash tied around his waist was forged by the essence of the immortal dao. Three ribbons floated behind him and resembled the endless reincarnation cycles.

Wherever he stood was the center of attention and the core of the world, captivating all spectators.

He bore neither the aura of an emperor or a primal ancestor. His flawless presence was beyond the vulgar display of power.

Transcendent and otherworldly were the only words to describe him.

“Xian Chengtian.” High Priest Mu’s brows furrowed.

“Who did this?” He asked softly as if he was talking to a friend. Each word followed an immortal rhythm and put all listeners to shame. They would feel their dao being too simple and coarse in comparison.

He was haired as the foremost figure beneath the immortal realm. Despite not having an oppressive aura, his gentle words alone revealed his unmatched power.

As he spoke, he glanced at the two attackers. His heart trembled and his expression changed subtly. He quickly calmed himself and returned to a state of simplicity and purity, even more so than before.

His immortal aura was concealed and he appeared more ordinary than ever. The sash and ribbons were still there for him to control, making him look like the source of all dao.

In this instance, he possessed a duality of transcendence and simplicity.

“You must be Sacred Teacher, my masters spoke fondly of you.” He bowed deeply to show reverence.

“So you know of me.” Li Qiye smiled.

“Masters often spoke to me regarding your timeless invincibility.” He responded respectfully: “Therefore from a young age, I viewed you as the greatest immortal in history.”

“I wonder if these high praises will save your life.” Li Qiye smiled.

“So you have come to slay me, Sacred Teacher.” He wasn’t surprised in the slightest. He seemed calm as if he had accepted this reality long ago.

“One of the reasons for this trip.” Li Qiye said: “The old geezers asked me to handle this and now, I have to do my part.”

“I knew this day would come.” He said.

“Then what will you do?” Li Qiye asked.

“I have no agency before you, Sacred Teacher.” He took a deep breath.

“Of course you do, I’m a reasonable person.” Li Qiye said.

“Then Sacred Teacher, could you please spare this unworthy disciple’s life?” He glanced at the night fairy beneath Li Qiye’s foot.

“Master!” She became overwhelmed with emotions since her master came and pleaded on her behalf.