Among the six lords of the destiny dynasties, the only one Yi Tianxing truly regarded as a threat was Thanos. He could clearly sense that Thanos had reached the Dao Platform Realm, and even among others at that level, Thanos was a powerhouse. With the Infinity Gauntlet empowered by five gems, the Tyrant Slayer Blade—a supreme innate spiritual treasure—and the terrifying bloodline power of a Titan Giant, he was indeed a rare and formidable opponent.
As for the other alien emperors, although they had also reached the Dao Platform Realm, Yi Tianxing didn't feel any substantial pressure from them. It wasn't that they weren't powerful—foreign races did have innate advantages in terms of resources and talent, and rising through the ranks wasn't difficult for them. Reaching the Dao Platform Realm was expected; failing to do so would've been strange.
However, stepping into the Proving Dao Realm was a different matter entirely. That was the dividing line for the most elite and powerful beings.
"Yi Sacred King, to think you could block a strike from me—you're impressive. The strong deserve to live. But within your Great Yi, there are still countless weaklings. The weak have no right to survive. Let me grant them release."
Thanos looked deeply at Yi Tianxing, nodded, and spoke in a tone full of admiration. There was even a trace of sincerity in his voice.
"Every strong individual was once weak. Even among top-tier races, a newborn—though it may possess life apertures, life diagrams, even reach the Dharma Realm from birth, or be born as a True Spirit—how many of those so-called natural-born saints truly make it to the end? In contrast, the number of weak is countless. Yet as long as they possess unyielding will and a fighting spirit, they can become strong step by step. That is true strength—not a gift of birth, but a strength born of the true self."
Yi Tianxing looked at Thanos with a strange expression and calmly said, "In my Great Yi, all people strive to better themselves. Everyone is a cultivator. Even those lacking in talent, when faced with battle, will fight to the death. Even if they fall, their will does not fade. That is what strength is. I don't accept your definition of the strong."
His voice carried firm conviction.
Everyone has their own understanding of strength. To Yi Tianxing, true strength was perseverance, self-reliance, and a refusal to yield.
If the Human Race truly gave up on self-improvement, then perhaps they deserved their fate. But now, within Great Yi's territory, the people strove forward every day. As the ruler, how could he allow his people to be wantonly slaughtered—especially without reason?
That was absolutely impossible.
"This Thanos really hasn't changed his plan of becoming some cosmic population-control director. Now he's not just killing half of all life—he's directly wiping out half of all the weak. Leave only the strong. Some things never change."
Yi Tianxing found it darkly amusing.
Thanos really liked to manage everything—he worried about heaven and earth, shed blood for eternity.
"I don't need your approval. As long as I approve, that's enough. Eternity needs the strong. The weak only consume too many resources, wasting what the strong could use. By killing the weak, we ensure that limited resources nourish more strong ones. The strong become stronger. This is destiny. It's not just your Human Race—weaklings from all races across the heavens must die. I believe that every thousand years, a purge should be conducted to wipe out all life below the Dharma Realm. If you don't want to die—then grow stronger. Don't worry. There will be no pain. Once I gather all the Infinity Gems and unleash the Gauntlet's full power, with a single snap, everything will become perfect."
Thanos spoke firmly, without the slightest hesitation.
Once he believed in something, he would pursue it to the end—even if it meant death. Not even Yi Tianxing could shake that.
Wipe out the weak so that the strong may flourish—that was his conviction. Even among his own Titan race, if someone didn't meet the standard, he would eliminate them. If he could do that to his kin, how could he spare other races?
At those words, the expressions of the other emperors—such as Emperor Tianhuo (Fire Emperor)—changed dramatically. Clearly, Thanos didn't plan to spare even them. What kind of ally was this? Likely a fake one.
If it weren't for the current situation, they might have turned on him immediately. But now, facing the Great Yi Sacred Court, they held their anger in check to avoid inner conflict that might cause the tide of battle to reverse.
"Thanos, don't waste words. Kill Yi Sacred King. Once he falls, Great Yi will crumble on its own. Now is not the time for pride or reason. Strike together, kill him, and endless benefits await us all."
Emperor Jin'gang took a deep breath and spoke decisively.
Originally, their plan was only to break the Iron-Blood Great Wall and invade Great Yi, weakening its strength. But now, they had a chance to eliminate this threat entirely. How could they miss it?
"Very well. Attack together. Don't say I didn't give you a chance."
Yi Tianxing looked calmly at the gathered emperors, speaking slowly.
His tone made it seem as though they weren't emperors at all—just a bunch of stray cats and dogs. He didn't even take them seriously. His disregard was practically palpable.
"Bastard! Kill him!!"
Emperor Tianhuo was enraged. Flames sprayed from his nostrils as he roared. Without hesitation, he grabbed the cloak draped over his back and flung it toward Yi Tianxing.
The cloak expanded rapidly, transforming into a vast expanse of five-colored divine flames. The shimmering fire distorted the space around them. The sea below began to bubble violently, and the surrounding temperature surged.
Supreme Divine Ability—Heavenfire Cloak!!
"Father, please allow your daughter to face this one."
Just then, a crisp voice rang out in the sky. A massive fire phoenix descended from the heavens, and upon it stood a radiant figure in a red palace dress, her perfect form outlined in flames. Her beauty was unmatched, and she exuded a natural air of nobility—nobility that came from within her very bones.
"That's the eldest princess—Princess Xianhuang!!"
"Such a stunning fire phoenix! Rumor has it that Princess Xianhuang obtained that phoenix beast from the Phantom Beast Hall. The phoenix manifested into her primal Phantom Armor—called the Xianhuang Phantom Armor. She shone brilliantly on the Divine-Demon Battlefield back then!"
"But that's a Dao Platform Realm emperor! Can Princess Xianhuang really withstand that?"
On the city wall, countless soldiers looked up with passionate eyes at the woman in the sky. Many showed admiration, but they knew such feelings were nothing more than a dream—unreachable and impossible.
She was Yi Xianhuang.
When she saw Emperor Tianhuo take action, a surge of fighting spirit lit up in her heart.
"If you wish to fight, then he's yours. But you're only in the True Spirit Realm. He's in the Dao Platform Realm—and a destiny dynasty lord no less. He won't be easy."
Yi Tianxing looked at her, smiling with pride as he nodded.
She was his first child and had always been a source of pride.
He knew exactly why she wanted this fight. Her constitution was that of a Nirvana Immortal Phoenix—each breakthrough required a Nirvana tribulation, and each Nirvana needed a special flame to act as fuel.
Each one was a brush with death.
From Divine Sea to True Spirit Realm, she had already undergone six Nirvanas, each more dangerous than the last, and taking longer—first a few months, then years, decades, even centuries. If Yi Tianxing hadn't placed her in the Hongmeng Heaven Emperor Pagoda to shield her with time reversal and heavenly will enhancement, she wouldn't have survived to reach the True Spirit Realm.
Now that she had broken through, she needed a seventh flame to begin her next Nirvana.
Clearly, she had her eyes on Emperor Tianhuo's Five-Colored Divine Flame.
"Please rest assured, Father."
Yi Xianhuang winked with a playful smile.
With a flash of light, a feather fan appeared in her hand—crafted entirely from divine phoenix feathers. The fan radiated endless nobility. It had nine feathers, six of which shimmered with divine light and intricate patterns. The remaining three were pure white—unawakened.
On the fan were two ancient characters: Xianhuang.
This was her life-bound treasure—the Xianhuang Divine Feather Fan.
With every Nirvana, the fan would evolve. Its core was formed from new, rare flames. At present, it held six unique flame types.
"Xianhuang Divine Feather Fan—Samadhi True Fire!!"
With a sweep of the fan, she launched the flame at the massive Heavenfire Cloak.
BOOM!!
Instantly, a crimson flame appeared in the sky, transforming into a colossal Eight Trigram Furnace, covered in vivid mystical patterns. Inside, terrifying Samadhi True Fire roared. The furnace swept forward, directly targeting the fire cloak.
As soon as it touched, the furnace released terrifying suction. It drew the cloak of heavenly fire into itself, sealing the lid tightly.
BOOM BOOM BOOM!!
In just an instant, the furnace began to tremble violently. The lid buckled, and then—exploded.