"The Demon Emperor is finished? The calamity of heaven and earth is resolved just like that?"
In the vast expanse of space, the Chaos Master, the Darkness Master, and the others exchanged glances, their faces filled with both shock and joy. The sudden arrival of this fortune was almost too good to be true.
They had all participated in the first great war of heaven and earth and knew firsthand the brutality of the battle against the Demon Emperor.
Back then, even under the leadership of their master, the Symbol Ancestor, the casualties had been devastating.
The Devouring Master had burned his cycle of reincarnation, perishing completely. The rest of them had either been severely wounded or forced into reincarnation.
Even their master, the Symbol Ancestor, after battling the Demon Emperor for several days, was left with no choice but to burn his own reincarnation cycle to seal the demon away.
They had long since prepared themselves for a desperate final battle.
Yet, unexpectedly, it was all over.
The Demon Emperor had been slain in an instant.
Perhaps the supreme artifact had played a role, but treasures were, after all, part of one's strength.
This was true power.
Terrifying!
The Flame Master gazed at Zhou Yi, who was basking in the reverence of countless beings. Though he should have been elated, a sudden sense of melancholy washed over him, leaving him dejected.
The goddess had married another.
And her husband was a man so high above that he could only look up in awe, his shadow completely out of reach!
There was no sorrow greater than this in all the mortal world.
Zhou Yi, unaware of the Flame Master's devastation—and even if he had known, he would not have cared—remained composed.
At this moment, his gaze was calm. To him, suppressing the Demon Emperor was nothing worth mentioning; he had never considered the demon a true opponent.
His consciousness drifted towards the heavens, spreading into the void. The entire world reflected within his perception.
Overlooking the heavens and earth, he suddenly sensed a radiance of primordial chaos emerging within the void—it was none other than the Embryo of the Plane.
Zhou Yi's consciousness entered the chaotic light, and at once, a sharp pain and a force of rejection surged forth. Yet, breaking through layers of resistance, his consciousness began to condense within the chaos, forming a tangible presence.
With his overwhelming power, bolstered by the thoughts of countless living beings, there were no great obstacles in his path.
Closing his eyes slightly, Zhou Yi allowed his consciousness to merge completely with the chaos. Within it, he sensed an entity akin to a living being—though its awareness was extremely infantile, as undeveloped as a newborn with no independent thought.
This was the Plane Embryo, the Spirit of the Plane—the most supreme existence in all of heaven and earth.
The so-called Supreme Power of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace, where Ling Qingzhu resided, originated from it!
For whoever obtained it would truly become the Lord of the Plane, possessing dominion over all its power.
Zhou Yi's consciousness approached the Plane Embryo, and as if sensing his approach, the chaotic radiance flickered and vanished instantly.
"Trying to escape?"
Zhou Yi chuckled coldly, unleashing his World-in-Palm technique. The Plane Embryo darted left and right like a restless monkey.
But no matter how wildly a monkey leaps, it can never escape the Buddha's palm.
Given Zhou Yi's current strength, the Plane Embryo had no ability to resist. It was effortlessly refined by him.
As Zhou Yi refined thePlane Embryo, an indescribable sensation arose from the depths of his soul.
That feeling—
He had become the absolute master of this plane!
He held supreme dominion over heaven and earth.
The Lord of the Plane!
"From this day forth, there shall be no more Fiends in this world!"
Zhou Yi raised his head, his majestic voice reverberating across the heavens.
As his words fell, all living beings could feel the very world resonating in response.
A profound and inexpressible aura of authority radiated from his being.
Under this presence, the countless figures within the Martial Universe world suddenly and involuntarily knelt down!
Their gazes were filled with fervent reverence as they looked upon him, their devotion akin to mortals kneeling before an emperor.
His might transcended all existence.
Zhou Yi's deep gaze turned toward the void, where a great rift in the plane loomed. With a mere wave of his hand, divine radiance surged forth.
Under the awe-filled gazes of countless beings, the rift gradually mended.
Repairing the plane—a task that once seemed insurmountable—was now effortless for Zhou Yi as the Lord of the Plane.
As the rift healed, divine light bathed the world. The demonic aura dissolved into nothingness, and the sky was once again clear and boundless.
The calamity that had plagued the world for millennia—the Abyssal Demon Crisis—had finally, completely, ended!
Countless beings trembled with emotion as they beheld this scene.
"It's finally over..."
The Darkness Master and the other eight ancient masters wore expressions of indescribable joy. They had waited far too long for this day!
Boom!
At that moment, an immense aura erupted from Zhou Yi's body.
Above the Chaotic Demon Sea, the winds howled as an enormous vortex of spiritual energy—spanning a million feet—enveloped the skies, releasing a terrifying pressure across the heavens and earth.
"Ah! What's happening?!"
"Such a terrifying aura... Could it be that Emperor Zhou is breaking through again?"
The overwhelming pressure sent countless experts prostrating on the ground, shivering in fear.
"Emperor Zhou has already reached our master's level... Could he be ascending even further?"
The Darkness Master gazed at Zhou Yi in the void, her jet-black eyes filled with shock. She could not fathom what realm lay beyond the Rune Ancestor's power.
That was beyond her imagination.
"Could it be that Emperor Zhou is ascending to the legendary Heavenly Supreme (Sovereign) Realm?"
The Palace Master of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace, Huang Yueqing, was shaken, recalling the information Zhou Yi had once shared about the Great Thousand World.
In the Great Thousand World, a Dou God or an Ancestor Realm expert was merely equivalent to a Quasi-Heavenly Supreme.
A true Heavenly Supreme was a dominator, capable of ruling an entire continent.
Oblivious to the crowd's astonishment, Zhou Yi remained entirely immersed in his breakthrough.
Boundless spiritual energy surged into his body like a tidal wave, yet it was still not enough.
Ascending to the Heavenly Supreme Realm required an unfathomable amount of energy!
On his own, Zhou Yi could never accumulate enough.
In the Great Thousand World, those attempting such a breakthrough would usually prepare vast quantities of Supreme Spiritual Liquid—but this lower plane lacked such resources.
Moreover, its spiritual energy paled in comparison to that of the Great Thousand World.
Yet Zhou Yi had long been prepared for this moment.
A thousand years of cultivation—redeemed!
A vast and pure energy surged into his body.
BOOM!!!
As the energy flooded in, a terrifying aura erupted instantaneously, sweeping outward. Wherever it passed, the very fabric of space split apart, leaving gaping fissures.
Fortunately, Zhou Yi was already standing in the void above the Tianxuan Continent.
Otherwise, if this aura had spread unchecked, it would have instantly crushed countless beings in the Chaotic Demon Sea, turning a hundred-thousand-mile radius into a lifeless wasteland.
Buzz!
As the aura spread, Zhou Yi's body suddenly expanded, growing to a thousand feet tall!
From every pore of his being, countless streams of spiritual radiance burst forth. The spiritual energy contained within these radiances was so abundant that the moment it left his body, it transformed into a torrential spiritual rain, drenching the heavens and the earth.
This was nothing less than a blessing for the Chaotic Demon Sea.
It was as though the heavens themselves had wept with spiritual rain.
This phenomenon was a result of Zhou Yi's overwhelming spiritual energy reaching its absolute limit, forcing his body to expel the excess in self-preservation.
Crack.
Yet, even so, cracks began to spread across Zhou Yi's massive thousand-foot body.
In mere moments, his flesh resembled a fractured porcelain statue, covered in jagged fissures, an extremely harrowing sight.
"No destruction, no creation! Only through shattering can the Supreme Body be forged!"
A fierce light flashed in Zhou Yi's eyes. He showed no concern for his disintegrating body, not even a hint of hesitation!
In the next instant, he stopped suppressing the surging spiritual energy within him, allowing it to rage freely.
Buzz! Buzz!
Billions of radiant beams shot out from the countless cracks on Zhou Yi's body. The light expanded, growing brighter and brighter, until—
BOOM!!!
With a deafening explosion, Zhou Yi's colossal form shattered completely. Yet, instead of blood spraying across the void, his body disintegrated into an infinite sea of crystalline dust.
Each particle shimmered with divine brilliance, floating silently in the air.
Countless motes of radiance drifted.
No one knew how much time had passed before a gentle breeze arose, swirling through the sea of luminous dust, drawing the particles together in an attempt to reconstruct his form.
As time passed, the dust coalesced, and within the radiant mist, a faint human silhouette began to take shape, on the verge of rebirth.
Rumble!
But just then, a strange and ominous tremor echoed across the void. The sound itself was otherworldly, and the mere reverberation caused the reformation of Zhou Yi's body to tremble violently.
In the distant sky, the void quaked as layers upon layers of pitch-black clouds surged forth!
Within the darkness, streaks of eerie black light flickered ominously, harboring an unknown and terrifying force.
"The Supreme Tribulation…?"
Zhou Yi's forming body stabilized as he gazed at the void, murmuring to himself.
He knew that breaking through to the Heavenly Supreme Realm would trigger the Supreme Tribulation, akin to a celestial calamity.
Crash!
High above, the black clouds churned violently before a stream of inky-black liquid descended from the heavens. Though it seemed delicate, the instant it touched the void, it crushed and shattered space itself.
"Immortal Execution Dragon Avatar!"
At that moment, a towering figure tens of thousands of feet high emerged behind Zhou Yi. This massive golden apparition radiated dazzling light, imposing beyond measure—
It was an enlarged manifestation of Zhou Yi himself.
In its palm rested a divine sword exuding an overwhelming aura of slaughter—the Immortal Execution Sword.
Coiled around his body was a colossal crimson Candle Dragon, its head resting upon the giant's shoulder, overseeing all below.
This was Zhou Yi's personal avatar, forged from his Immortal Execution Sword and his Candle Dragon Martial Soul.
Facing the descending black liquid, the Candle Dragon opened its maw and spat forth flames vast enough to incinerate the seas and burn the heavens.
The terrifying black water was instantly vaporized into nothingness.
Yet, as the black water tribulation was neutralized, the sky once again unleashed a crimson firelight, carrying an aura of unparalleled devastation.
Zhou Yi looked up, watching as the descending fire transformed midair into a majestic Fire Phoenix!
The Fire Phoenix was incomparably lifelike, each crimson feather blazing with an eternal flame. As it descended, the ambient temperature soared dramatically, as if the very sky itself was on the verge of melting.
"Fire?"
Zhou Yi's lips curled into a mocking smile.
The Candle Dragon inhaled deeply, and in an instant, the celestial tribulation's Fire Phoenix was swallowed whole like a mere delicacy.
However, as the Fire Phoenix was absorbed, the thunderclouds overhead roared even louder. Countless bolts of lightning intertwined, forming a massive vortex of thunderous destruction, as though something even more terrifying was about to emerge.
Boom!
A deafening explosion rang out, and from within the vortex, a colossal lightning spear, tens of thousands of feet long, materialized before violently hurling downward!
Wherever it passed, space crumbled layer by layer, and an apocalyptic force swept across the heavens.
"Hiss! Is this the lightning tribulation beyond the Dou God Realm? How terrifying!"
"The Supreme Avatar behind Emperor Zhou is even more monstrous! Just one glance is enough to make one suffocate!"
"Too terrifying!"
"Absolutely horrifying!"
The Space Master, the Chaos Master, and countless others watched Zhou Yi's tribulation from afar, their hearts pounding with fear, their expressions a mix of awe and reverence!
"So this is what Emperor Zhou meant by the Heavenly Supreme Realm… Truly terrifying!"
"This tribulation cannot stop him—he's about to ascend!"
Huang Yueqing's heart pounded in her chest. She suddenly recalled her wager with Zhou Yi, and an uncontrollable heat surged within her.
She felt an indescribable force stirring within her body!
Boom!
In the sky, the Divine Thunder Spear descended. With a single slash of the Immortal Execution Sword, Zhou Yi cleaved it apart. The fragmented lightning rained upon him, tempering both his body and his avatar.
At the same time—
Zhou Yi retrieved a Peento Peach and devoured it in a single bite.
The immense energy of the divine fruit stabilized his cultivation instantly, even allowing him to push his strength further!
Countless powerful beings held their breath, their gazes locked onto Zhou Yi.
Slowly, Zhou Yi's tightly shut eyes opened. They were as clear as still water, yet as profound as the vast cosmos!
Within his pitch-black pupils, the galaxies seemed to swirl and shift, exuding an aura of boundless might.
Zhou Yi scanned his own body. His bones were like jade, his meridians like dragons, his blood coursing like roaring rivers!
Divine power and flesh had fused completely. His body now glowed like a flawless gemstone, pure beyond measure, devoid of any impurities.
This was a fundamental transformation—an evolution!
And now, with his current physique, even if he were obliterated, as long as spiritual energy remained in the heavens and earth, he could instantly regenerate, attaining near-immortality.
Moreover, Zhou Yi possessed the divine ability of true immortality. Combined with his new form, he had become even more unstoppable.
"Heavenly Supreme!"
Zhou Yi whispered, feeling the boundless power coursing through him. The ability to destroy worlds with a mere flick of his fingers sent waves of exhilaration through him.
"Profound Sky Battle Qi—I am Supreme!"
His voice, grand and resounding like the decree of the heavens, echoed across both the Tianxuan (Profound Sky) Continent and the Dou Qi (Battle Qi) Continent.
At that moment—
Countless beings across both worlds bowed in unison, chanting:
"Greetings, Supreme!"
"Greetings, Supreme!"
"Greetings, Supreme!"
Their voices merged into an earth-shaking tide, echoing across the heavens and shaking the nine skies.
Zhou Yi was filled with boundless passion, and for a moment, he could hardly restrain his eagerness.
Alas, on the Tianxuan Continent and the Dou Qi Continent, he had long since run out of worthy opponents.
"Ah!"
Huang Yueqing, who had been staring blankly into the void where Zhou Yi once stood, suddenly let out a startled cry. A pair of burning, forceful hands had wrapped around her curvaceous, alluring figure.
She turned her head, only to realize that Zhou Yi, who was supposed to be in the void, had somehow appeared behind her.
"What are you doing?"
Huang Yueqing was both shocked and embarrassed, her voice flustered.
"Doing."
Zhou Yi lifted Huang Yueqing into his arms, his figure flickering as they instantly arrived at the Grand Hall of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace.
"No…"
Huang Yueqing gasped, but Zhou Yi had already placed her upon the throne of the Supreme Palace's master.
He turned her around.
Huang Yueqing's heart was filled with shame and indignation—this scoundrel, always bullying her.
How could she not know what Zhou Yi intended?
The next moment—
A heavy impact sent her reeling. Losing balance, she instinctively grasped at the throne, leaning against it to barely keep herself upright.
She bit down on her lip, her pearl-like teeth clenching tightly. At this moment, she truly wanted to draw a circle and curse him.
It was unclear how much time had passed.
Suddenly, two voices from outside interrupted the silence—disciples of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace.
"Brother-in-law is truly incredible! Not only did he instantly slay the great demon emperor but he also ascended to the pinnacle of supremacy, surpassing even the Symbol Ancestor! His power is unprecedented!"
"The Young Palace Mistress is truly blessed!"
"With brother-in-law being so powerful, I wonder if the Young Palace Mistress can handle it?"
"Heh, I think you're the one getting lovesick! Are you hoping to share some of her burden? Hehe!"
"Ugh, you're the one who's lovesick!"
"Wait, there seems to be some strange noise coming from the Supreme Hall. Do you hear it?"
"Now that you mention it… I do! Let's go check it out! And we can clean up while we're there!"
"Alright!"
The two female disciples quickened their pace, hurrying toward the Supreme Hall.
"Ah… someone's coming… hurry… leave…"
Sensing the approaching disciples, Huang Yueqing panicked and urged Zhou Yi in a flustered voice.
She wanted to leave.
But alas, she was pinned down by an unyielding pillar, unable to move.
"Don't worry. As long as I will it, even if they stood right in front of us, they wouldn't see or hear a thing."
Zhou Yi remained calm and unhurried.
With his level of cultivation—
The world itself lay within his grasp.
The two maidservants entered the hall. Although Huang Yueqing believed Zhou Yi's words, she still tensed to the extreme, clenching her teeth and holding her breath, not daring to make the slightest sound.
Yet, Zhou Yi seemed to grow even more enthusiastic—
As if he wanted her to lose composure.
He struck harder.
"No one's here!"
One of the female disciples scanned the hall, her bright eyes sweeping across the surroundings, yet she found no trace of anyone. The noises they had heard earlier seemed to have been an illusion.
"Maybe we misheard!"
The other disciple chimed in as she started wiping down the great hall.
"Huh? Why is there a puddle on the Supreme Throne? Who did this?" The disciple cleaning the hall suddenly noticed something amiss, her tone filled with indignation.
Someone dared to leave water on the Supreme Throne? They must have nerves of steel!
"It must have been whoever we heard earlier! They probably sensed our approach and fled!"
"Let's go after them!"
Without hesitation, the two disciples dashed toward the rear halls, determined to track down the culprit.
"This is all your fault!"
"You scoundrel!"
Huang Yueqing's lips parted slightly, her pearly teeth sinking into Zhou Yi's shoulder in frustration.
Alas, Zhou Yi possessed the indestructible body of a Supreme—
She couldn't even leave a mark.
"Heh, then let's continue in the room!"
Zhou Yi chuckled mischievously, scooping Huang Yueqing up in his arms as he strode toward their chambers.
Huang Yueqing shot him a fierce glare with her watery, mesmerizing eyes.
With Zhou Yi's power, he could return to the room in an instant—
Yet he carried her step by step, as if he were making a pilgrimage to the West.
Back in the room, Huang Yueqing noticed the clear traces left along their path.
Worried that the two disciples might follow them by tracking these signs, she quickly activated her martial arts technique, erasing all evidence of their passage.
"Curse it! That thief destroyed all the traces—we can't find them!"
A frustrated voice echoed from outside.
Huang Yueqing shuddered, feeling a sense of relief.
Thankfully, she had acted in time.
But still—
The grand master of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace had now been reduced to a mere "thief"?
And sneaking around like some petty criminal?
Was she the palace master, or was someone else?
It was all his fault.
Huang Yueqing glared at Zhou Yi, who was always finding new ways to tease her. She truly wanted to bite him to death.
Zhou Yi embraced her from behind, inhaling the delicate fragrance of her hair as he whispered gently into her ear:
"Palace Mistress, when we return, I'll make you my wife."
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