Thirty-Third Heaven, True Dragon Imperial Domain, Imperial City Central.
The moment Lin Wudi's palm landed on Long Batian's shoulder, time seemed to freeze.
Long Batian, an immortal emperor who had looked down on the Thirty-Three Heavens for eight hundred thousand years, felt every drop of true dragon blood in his body scream in terror.
He had faced ancient immortal emperors in his youth. He had suppressed forbidden zones. He had even torn apart void beasts from the Chaos Sea with his bare hands.
Yet at this moment, the hand on his shoulder felt heavier than the entire Thirty-Three Heavens combined.
Lin Wudi's voice was very soft, almost gentle.
"Old lizard, I'll give you three breaths to decide."
"Kneel, or die."
Long Batian's dragon beard trembled.
He wanted to roar, wanted to explode with immortal emperor might, wanted to summon the ancestral dragon soul that had been sleeping for a million years beneath the imperial palace.
But he couldn't.
Because the Swallowing Heaven Cauldron hanging above Lin Wudi's head had already opened a hairline crack in its lid.
Just that tiny crack was enough to make the ancestral dragon vein beneath the imperial city wail and flee in all directions.
One breath.
Two breaths.
On the third breath.
Long Batian's knees smashed into the ground with a boom that shook a billion li.
The sound of an immortal emperor kneeling resounded through every corner of the Thirty-Third Heaven.
All immortal kings, all hidden ancestors, all ancient beasts hiding in forbidden lands, felt their dao hearts shatter at this moment.
Long Batian lowered his once-proud head, voice trembling.
"This… this old dragon… pays respect to Lord Sword Immortal."
Lin Wudi smiled.
He removed his hand.
"Good."
He turned and walked toward the True Dragon Imperial Palace.
Every step he took, a step of golden dragon clouds automatically appeared beneath his feet.
Xue Wuxia, Ji Ziyan, and Su Wanqiu followed silently behind him.
Long Batian crawled on the ground, not daring to rise.
Behind him, the nine thousand-zhang true dragons pulling the chariot had already prostrated themselves, dragon heads pressed to the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.
The gates of the imperial palace, forged from the spines of a million true dragons, opened on their own.
Lin Wudi walked straight to the highest dragon throne.
The throne that had belonged to generations of true dragon emperors.
He sat down.
The entire palace trembled.
Countless dragon souls hidden in the walls wailed and submitted.
Lin Wudi looked down at Long Batian, who was still kneeling outside the hall.
"Call all your clansmen here."
"Today, I want the entire True Dragon Imperial Clan to understand one thing."
Long Batian did not dare to hesitate.
He took out a dragon pearl and shattered it.
A dragon roar that shook the Thirty-Three Heavens rang out.
In less than a hundred breaths.
All members of the True Dragon Imperial Clan above immortal king level, whether in seclusion, traveling, or sleeping, were forcibly summoned back.
Tens of thousands of true dragon immortals knelt densely in the square outside the palace.
Among them was a woman in a nine-dragon phoenix robe.
Her appearance was so stunning it could cause the fall of nations.
Long hair like star rivers, dragon horns crystalline and translucent, pupils containing the birth and death of universes.
The publicly acknowledged number one beauty of the Thirty-Three Heavens — Princess Long Xian'er.
Rumored to be the reincarnation of an ancient immortal emperor, possessing the Primordial True Dragon Physique, destined to become the next true dragon empress.
She had been in seclusion attempting to break through to immortal emperor realm.
Now she was forcibly dragged out, face pale, still wearing her seclusion dao robe.
She looked at the black-robed youth sitting on her ancestor's throne, and for the first time in her life, felt what true powerlessness was.
Lin Wudi's gaze swept across the tens of thousands of kneeling true dragons.
Finally landing on Long Xian'er.
"You are their princess?"
Long Xian'er bit her lip, not speaking.
Long Batian hurriedly transmitted his voice: "Answer Lord Sword Immortal!"
Long Xian'er took a deep breath.
"Yes."
Lin Wudi nodded.
"Good bones, good bloodline."
"From today onward, you will be my fourth sword maid."
The entire square fell dead silent.
Long Xian'er's pretty face instantly lost all color.
She was the hope of the True Dragon Imperial Clan for the next era.
She had countless pursuers across the Thirty-Three Heavens.
Yet now she was directly claimed as a sword maid?
Long Batian did not even dare to fart.
Because he knew.
If he dared to say no, the entire True Dragon Imperial Clan would be erased today.
Long Xian'er's delicate body trembled.
Finally, she walked forward step by step.
Knelt in front of Lin Wudi.
Voice soft as mosquito.
"Xian'er… pays respect to Master."
Lin Wudi smiled.
He reached out and lifted her chin.
Skin smooth as jade, cold as immortal ice.
"Good."
He turned to Long Batian.
"Old lizard, announce to the entire Thirty-Three Heavens."
"From today onward, the True Dragon Imperial Clan submits to me."
"The Thirty-Third Heaven is under my Heavenly Sword Sacred Land's rule."
Long Batian kowtowed until his forehead bled.
"This old dragon… obeys."
That day.
A dragon roar containing boundless humiliation and submission spread to every corner of the Thirty-Three Heavens.
All forces, all forbidden lands, all hidden immortal emperors opened their eyes at this moment.
They understood.
The Thirty-Three Heavens… had changed owners.
And this was only the first day Lin Wudi arrived.
Night fell.
True Dragon Imperial Palace, Dragon Emperor Bedchamber.
This bedroom was forged from the skull of an ancient void beast, capable of containing a complete star domain.
Tonight, it belonged to Lin Wudi alone.
Four women stood properly in the chamber.
Xue Wuxia, Ji Ziyan, Su Wanqiu, and the newly added Long Xian'er.
The former three had already accepted their fate.
Long Xian'er still had her head lowered, dragon horns slightly trembling.
Lin Wudi sat on the dragon bed, drinking immortal brew.
He looked at Long Xian'er.
"Take off your clothes."
Long Xian'er's delicate body shook.
But she did not resist.
She slowly removed her dao robe.
Revealing skin white as immortal jade, and a perfect body that could drive any immortal king insane.
Lin Wudi admired openly.
The other three women's faces all turned red.
Long Xian'er's voice was almost crying.
"Master… Xian'er is still…"
Lin Wudi smiled.
"I know."
He waved his hand.
A drop of primordial true dragon blood flew out from the Swallowing Heaven Cauldron and merged into Long Xian'er's brow.
In an instant.
Her bloodline began to evolve crazily.
From 99% purity directly to 100% — the legendary Chaos True Dragon!
Her cultivation also began to skyrocket.
Peak immortal king → half-step immortal emperor → immortal emperor early → mid → late!
She broke through to late-stage immortal emperor in one breath!
Long Xian'er opened her eyes in disbelief.
She looked at Lin Wudi, eyes complicated.
Lin Wudi stood up and walked to her.
"From now on, you are truly mine."
He reached out and pulled her into his embrace.
Long Xian'er did not resist.
She only softly said one sentence.
"Master… please be gentle."
That night.
The entire True Dragon Imperial Palace was lit with dragon lanterns.
No one dared to sleep.
Because everyone knew what was happening in the bedchamber.
The pride of their clan, their future empress, had completely become another's woman.
And no one dared to have any dissatisfaction.
Because the man who took her could destroy their entire clan with a single thought.
Three days later.
Lin Wudi walked out of the bedchamber.
Long Xian'er followed behind him, face flushed, dragon horns glowing faintly, aura completely different from before.
The other three women followed as well.
Long Batian and all the true dragon immortals knelt to welcome him.
Lin Wudi looked down at them.
"Prepare the army."
"Three days later, we attack the Thirty-Second Heaven."
"I said I would unify the Thirty-Three Heavens."
"Then I will."
Long Batian's old face trembled.
But he did not dare to refuse.
Because he knew.
This black-robed youth was not joking.
From the moment he arrived in the Thirty-Third Heaven.
The old era had ended.
A new era belonging to the sword had begun.