Chapter 129: Pointing to the Sky with the Left Hand, Drawing Circles with the Right Foot

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Beyond the vastness of outer space, above the fierce planetary aura, a shadow loomed like a dark cloud, obscuring the starlight and casting the Hundred Flowers Valley into a cool, overcast gloom.

At this moment, Yang Chi left him behind, leaping deeply to stand beside Luo Da, repeatedly using his divine arts to heal his wounds. Despite exhausting every method, Luo Da’s spirit remained shattered in two, unable to merge, and was on the brink of collapse.

Yang Chi, the deputy master of Hundred Flowers Valley and a trader of many celestial herbs, frowned slightly before producing a pill he himself was reluctant to use. Crushing it, he enveloped Luo Da’s spirit with its power.

After this period of healing, the spirit no longer dissipated but did not mend either; the injury was temporarily suppressed.

“So, you are descendants of the Elegant Immortal Sect?”

Elder Jiu, responsible for intelligence, recalled clearly the likes of Long Yi and the others—those creatures bold enough to feed on his mount and dare to plunder in Hundred Flowers Valley deserved to be cast into a hundred layers of hell.

Though he spoke, he made no move—not even releasing his celestial artifact—waiting instead for Immortal King Yang Chi to capture them.

“What formidable rule techniques. It seems you’ve accidentally acquired a power both offensive and defensive.” Wu Yun stood beside Long Yi as a guest of the house. The latter hiccupped, a breath of wine still rising, only to have Old Bear Three frighten him sober by clamping his mouth.

Behind them, Green Leaf twisted his body, coiled around a cocoon, following the Dou King. Yue Qi darted over, prompting Wu Yun to lift her high.

“An exquisite supreme immortal body of the Great Immortal cultivation?” Yang Chi’s eyes brightened. Such supreme bodies were rare treasures with boundless potential, making ascending to Immortal King a mere trifle.

However, these bodies were almost impossible to find, involving innate and acquired traits, parental prenatal influences, and even rare magical treasures. Only through a series of miraculous coincidences could such a being be born.

Moreover, their arrival would stir anomalies in the surrounding heavens and earth, causing new stars to appear in the starry sky, shaking the entire Immortal Realm.

“Why do you call me master?” Wu Yun frowned at Yue Qi’s ability to speak. “Call me your grandmaster. Your father and mother were both my pupils.”

Long Yi immediately grew displeased but before he could speak, Wu Yun flickered, and Yang Chi’s scorching power arrived, trapping him and his blade within.

Yang Chi frowned and said, “I do not care who you are, but anyone who harms my valley’s disciples shall not go unpunished!”

After speaking for a while, suddenly, a shadow emerged from the distant valley. As its colors became visible, the True Immortal Daoshan appeared. He gazed up at the sky, at the gravely injured Luo Da, then at the daughter sealed within the Shock Spirit Blade, tears streaming down his face as he murmured, “They say I can calculate heaven and earth, but this time, I could not foresee my daughter’s fate. Who are you, bringing calamity upon Hundred Flowers Valley?”

Two Immortal Kings exchanged questions. With a wave of his palm, Wu Yun remained calm as a gust of palm wind swept past, and the rule forces imprisoning Long Yi were unexpectedly shattered!

A Xuan Immortal breaking an Immortal King’s rule forces—who would believe such a thing? The strength of an Immortal King lies in these rule forces; one power can subdue ten thousand immortals—that is the truth.

Seeing Wu Yun’s move, True Immortal Daoshan hesitated and said, “The supreme art of the Seven Seas Fortress Owner, infinite as the Seven Seas! Could you be... the reincarnation of Emperor An Tuo...?”

He could not guess further. Seeing Wu Yun smile and nod, his heart dropped. If it truly was Emperor An Tuo come again, disaster would follow. With his help, the Elegant Immortal Sect would surely outmatch Hundred Flowers Valley.

But the matter of the Seven Seas Fortress was known throughout the Immortal Realm. Was Wu Yun a reincarnation or a body usurper?

Wu Yun smiled and nodded. The short-horned black horse bit at his pant leg, gnawing off a piece of his immortal boot, revealing flesh as tender as the horse’s own coat.

Enduring the pain, Wu Yun grabbed the horse’s ear and tossed it aside, humbly saying, “It was once but a vast dream. Now, I start anew. Daoist friend, I have made certain promises; please be understanding.”

Yang Chi hesitated on hearing that the opponent might be the reincarnation of Emperor An Tuo, though Wu Yun’s supreme art resembled it indeed, but...

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“If he is Emperor An Tuo, then I am the Elegant Immortal Emperor!”

A boastful voice rang out. From behind the crowd of immortals, a figure appeared. Seeing him, one elder immediately bowed, saying, “Congratulations to the Master of East Lake Manor for rising to the Immortal King realm!”

The mysterious assassination of the horse was caused by jealousy of the East Lake legend. Unexpectedly, his father had already ascended to Immortal King, revealing himself to assert presence.

After greeting the elders, he humbly bowed to True Immortal Daoshan and Immortal King Yang Chi, then said, “I once had the fortune to enter Emperor An Tuo’s Seven Seas Fortress and saw his portrait. If this boy is a reincarnation, how could his spirit not resemble the original? Even Immortal Kings and Xuan Immortals retain their original appearances after rebirth!”

He conjured the imposing image of Emperor An Tuo, and other immortals recognized it, accusing Wu Yun of bold impersonation.

The black horse, which had been gnawing on the pant leg, ceased and hid its head behind Wu Yun.

“Who says an Immortal Emperor’s next life must bear the same appearance?” Wu Yun waved his hand like a lotus leaf, then suddenly turned and pointed at the black horse. “Who would believe this black horse is...”

The horse lowered its head further, anger about to burst, but Wu Yun shifted tone: “My steed, who has fought countless battles with me and is like a brother, has accompanied me for a long time. You may doubt me, but this horse—trust it!”

After speaking, Wu Yun pointed left hand to the sky, right hand to the earth, circled his right foot, raised the tip of his left foot, muttering incantations. Then he stomped down midair.

Yang Chi looked puzzled, True Immortal Daoshan stunned, and the Master of East Lake dumbfounded. The black horse couldn’t help but speak, “Senior, this dance resembles the Great Immortal dance from the mortal realm!”

“What do you know!” Wu Yun said earnestly, “Returning to origins, divine arts are fundamentally simple. At the divine realm, all is governed by willpower—one thought, one world. Using the power of one world to oppose another. You wouldn’t understand. Soul descent!”

As Wu Yun gestured, a thread of soul energy emerged from him—the imperial bone in his chest continuously poured his final three souls and one spirit into it.

Those with insight saw the technique; others merely watched in amusement. Yang Chi and the Master of East Lake sensed soul fluctuations, but True Immortal Daoshan was dumbfounded, as if witnessing a magnificent miracle.

The other elders of Hundred Flowers Valley showed impatience but refrained from reprimanding out of respect.

“Disperse!”

At the crucial moment, the Master of East Lake shouted in Dao speech, attempting to stop Wu Yun. But Wu Yun’s figure flickered, and from the black horse’s eyes flashed imperial might!

Instantly, the Master of East Lake was struck, staggering back a hundred meters.

He then leapt up, hovering above Wu Yun, unleashing an Immortal King’s aura that enveloped Wu Yun and the horse.

Wu Yun shook his head, sighing, “You’re courting death; I can’t stop it!”

He sighed; Emperor An Tuo did not. The black horse transformed into the youngest form of Emperor An Tuo, with no words of sentiment, for moments ago, someone nearly shattered one of his souls!

By logic, a reincarnation should be weak, starting anew. Indeed, Emperor An Tuo’s spirit merged with the reincarnation, leaving no Emperor An Tuo, only the short-horned black horse.

At this moment, the imperial soul’s might surged vigorously, as Emperor An Tuo’s cultivation could no longer control it, only retaining some protective aura within his body.

What to do with the excess imperial soul?

Either store it somehow, or squander it!

Emperor An Tuo chose both—some stored within Wu Yun’s imperial bone, some...

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Facing the young man who suddenly stood and hovered in the air, the Master of East Lake was puzzled. Could this black horse truly be the reincarnation of Emperor An Tuo’s steed?

“Look at me. Do I resemble the great Emperor An Tuo? Do I?” Emperor An Tuo’s face twisted grimly. He knew this was farewell to his past life. From now on, he would forever be a rhinoceros beetle-born horse, no longer connected to Emperor An Tuo.

Even if in the future, Emperor An Tuo’s lingering spirit regained the Immortal Emperor stage and returned here, he would sense no trace of himself.

A tragic tale indeed, and yet a hapless Immortal King stepped forward to provoke him.

“You? A black horse barely born? Even if you are a reincarnated demon king, what of it? You are a divine beast; here, you will obediently kneel!” The Master of East Lake stretched out his hand, summoning a third-grade celestial artifact—a dragon-headed cane.

This was truly crafted by an Immortal King, the cane’s shaft made from dragon vertebrae, the strongest part of the dragon’s body!

Long Yi grinned fiercely, suddenly addressing Emperor An Tuo: “Brother, from now on, you are my elder brother. As long as you kill or cripple him, I will follow you loyally!”

Emperor An Tuo laughed heartily, pointing, and the imperial soul condensed into a fortress—a replica of the Seven Seas Fortress. No, it was the true spiritual essence of the Seven Seas Fortress.

The Master of East Lake sneered, wielding the dragon-headed cane, releasing a thread of rule power forming a water mirror beside him—the law of water.

This rule was universal and highly effective in the Immortal Realm. From his vantage, the surrounding area transformed into a watery domain, spawning many fiend spirits, each with mid-to-late stage Xuan Immortal cultivation, baring fangs and claws, charging at Emperor An Tuo.

But that was not all. The water law was so potent that it amplified even the water hidden in Emperor An Tuo’s immortal blood.

Should the Master of East Lake ascend to Immortal Emperor, anything in liquid form would be deemed water, to be controlled and wielded at will.

Despite the layers of pressure, Emperor An Tuo seemed unaffected. Communicating with heaven and earth, his spirit gazed at the shadowed region beyond the planet, sighing: “I advise you not to oppose my predecessor. Your end will be like this fool’s...”

At the appearance of the Seven Seas Fortress, the water laws reversed and were absorbed into the fortress. Even the astonished Master of East Lake had his released laws withdrawn and was enveloped himself.

“The greatest divine art of Emperor An Tuo is the boundless Seven Seas. I shall wield it in his stead!”

“Seven Seas cover the earth! Seven Seas form the heavens! Seven Seas are vast!”

“Seven Seas inquire the Dao! Seven Seas attain the Dao! Seven Seas extinguish the Dao! Seven Seas are infinite!”

With Emperor An Tuo’s roar, True Immortal Daoshan, Immortal King Yang Chi, and all the immortals behind them were terrified to the point of collapse!

This was a true Immortal Emperor’s strike!

An unrestrained, devastating blow!

Even the hidden darkness in the outer heavens was astonished, letting out a sigh of admiration!