After decades of separation, Zhao Ziyan, who had never experienced anything like this, couldn't hold back her tears. They carried a complex swirl of emotions, but above all—joy.
In the Eternal World, such reunions were rare. Once separated, countless people would never see each other again.But she and her brother had reunited. A miracle. A blessing from the heavens.
In that embrace, in the warmth of a loved one truly within reach, a profound sense of comfort and peace spread around them.
Even Nannan, watching nearby, felt warmth rise in her eyes.
She knew Yi Tianxing had a sister—a bond from before the fusion of the Ten Thousand Realms. In fact, Zhao Ziyan had come before her.She felt no jealousy. They were sisters, in a way.
"What!? That young woman… she's the Eldest Princess of Great Yi?!Yi Tianxing's younger sister!?"
"Unbelievable! Yi Tianxing has a sister, and she was standing here all this time!"
"I've heard the rumors. The Eldest Princess was taken away by an Immortal Sect at the very start of the Eternal Era—never seen again until now. Looks like the rumors were true.This is their first reunion!"
"A true noble! If only I'd known earlier... even offering my goods for free would've been worth it.What a golden opportunity—missed."
The crowd of cultivators around them looked stunned and full of regret.Some even looked like they wanted to smash their heads into the wall—especially the Green Jade Sword peddler.If only he'd known her identity, he would've gifted the sword and begged for a favor in return.
"That Tong Wu really kicked a steel plate.He dared hit on the Eldest Princess of Great Yi—in White Crow City, no less!"
"He must've eaten a leopard's gall to act so boldly.Yi Tianxing's domain, and he thinks he can make moves here? He's finished."
The crowd was buzzing, eyes turning to Tong Wu with looks of ridicule and schadenfreude.Clearly, many had long disliked his arrogance and were now thrilled to see him stumble.
"This... is bad."Tong Wu's face darkened.
When he saw Zhao Ziyan throw herself into Yi Tianxing's arms, confirming her identity, his heart sank.
If this had been anyone else, even if offended, he could've brushed it off with his status. But not Great Yi.
Yi Tianxing's strength was an abyss—impossible to gauge.
"I need to leave. Now.If I stay, something terrible will happen."
He turned instinctively to walk away—but the surrounding crowd had subtly blocked all paths, preventing his escape.No one wanted to make it easy for him.
"Damn it."
He clenched his fists, but didn't dare act. One wrong move, and Yi Tianxing would descend upon him.
And that would mean death.
"But… this isn't over yet.I haven't broken any rules.There's still a way to salvage this."
He clung to that thought.
"Enough crying now," Yi Tianxing gently said, patting Zhao Ziyan's shoulder."This reunion is a joyous occasion. I've thought of you all these years.Now that I see you safe, that's the best gift of all. We'll talk more when we get home.You're back. And as the Eldest Princess of Great Yi, this is your home."
"As for anyone who dared harass you—I'll handle it."
His voice shifted, cold and furious.
This was a moment of joy—and Tong Wu had tainted it.Even if he hadn't made a move, his intentions were clear.
"I've killed more than a few Divine Sons of the Three-Eyed Clan.Not one dared act arrogant before me.And now you, Tong Wu, dared target my sister.You've got guts."
Yi Tianxing stepped forward, eyes like ice.
"I am Tong Wu, Fifth Divine Son of Atlantis, and I greet the Yi Emperor," Tong Wu bowed respectfully.
"I truly didn't know she was the Eldest Princess. If I've offended with my words or actions, I offer my deepest apology.I'm willing to compensate and hope for the Princess's forgiveness."
His tone was humble, posture low. He had yet to cross the line, and hoped this would be enough.
"I've already said it once—you offended my sister, and by Great Yi law, you should be executed.
But today is a day of peace—the White Crow Market is open.Bloodshed is ill-advised. So, I'll be lenient.
You will be imprisoned for five hundred years in Great Yi's Sky Prison."
Yi Tianxing's voice was cold and final.
To kill him would be easy—but it was too merciful.
Five hundred years of confinement—watching the golden age pass by, powerless to act. Others would rise, and he would be forgotten.That punishment was worse than death.
"You don't have the right!I am a Divine Son of Atlantis—equivalent to a crown prince.You'd be starting a war with my entire Fate Dynasty!"
"Let's not escalate this. Here—I offer you an Immortal-Grade Youth-Retaining Pill.It grants eternal beauty and prevents aging.Let this be my gift.Accept it, and I will leave White Crow City peacefully.I promise never to bother your sister again."
Tong Wu's third eye opened, scanning Yi Tianxing's body in desperation—looking for a weakness.
But what he saw was an endless abyss. No flaws. No hope.
He would die if he tried to fight.This Yi Tianxing… was far more terrifying than when they'd last crossed paths in the void arena.
"You have two choices now," Yi Tianxing said.
He waved a hand—and two silvery portals appeared to Tong Wu's left and right.
"The left gate is life—but leads to five hundred years in my Sky Prison.The right gate is death—but you may attempt to flee.Step through, and I'll come after you.If you escape, you live. If not—you'll vanish without a trace.
Two doors. Choose."
The left portal led to the Heavenly Emperor Pagoda, where he would be suppressed until the war ended—after which the five-hundred-year sentence would begin.
The right portal offered only illusion—no one could escape Yi Tianxing's wrath.He had once shot a Divine Son to death at the Ling Mountain Immortal Banquet.
"Is there truly no peaceful resolution?"Tong Wu's pupils shrank.
Two doors, both traps.One stole five centuries. The other risked total obliteration.
"No third option.I'm being generous—for Atlantis's sake.
Choose. Or I'll choose for you."
Yi Tianxing's rejection was absolute.
The surrounding cultivators felt their hearts clench.
This was execution of the soul—crushing both pride and spirit.
Two gates.
One fate.
