If I become a saint, a celestial official will summon me to raise horses.

Chapter 845 Ten Thousand Dragons Ascend to Heaven
Emperor Xuan's voice echoed throughout the Nine Spirits Continent, attracting the attention of all living beings on the continent.

In recent years, news of Emperor Xuan's challenge to the Heavenly Spirit Great World had reached Wushi. Many people were curious whether Emperor Xuan would eventually fight his way to Wushi's gate. Unexpectedly, he actually came.

This means that even the great cultivators of the Heavenly Spirit World cannot stop him!
Within the continent, cultivators who had been in seclusion emerged one after another, and more and more living beings gathered in the direction from which the sound came.

Emperor Xuan stood proudly in the sky, his long scarf fluttering like a dragon. Behind his head, two golden crescent moons shone brightly. With each shimmer, the two golden moons grew larger, and his aura increased accordingly.

The ocean began to rise and fall, the waves piled up, thunderclouds surged in the sky, and the distant rumble of thunder could be heard.

The spiritual mist surrounding the Nine Spirits Continent also began to surge violently, as if it were about to roll up to the sky and shake the clouds at any moment.

Guan Tianyu stared at Emperor Xuan's retreating figure, his brows furrowed. He sensed an extremely terrifying aura, indicating that Emperor Xuan had not been serious when dealing with him.

Could it be that he, the number one genius in the world, is really inferior to the geniuses on the path of the Great Dao?

Guan Tianyu felt angry, but he did not lose his fighting spirit; he was just thinking about winning next time.

As Emperor Xuan's aura continued to rise, the rules of heaven and earth were affected. Gale-force winds arose and the seas churned. The Heavenly Spirit Alliance did not just stand by and watch; they dispersed and formed a great formation to prevent Emperor Xuan's aura from affecting the various regions of the mortal world.

Emperor Xuan's gaze was fixed on the Nine Spirits Continent, his eyes unable to penetrate the spiritual mist, which made him even more eager for the upcoming battle.

He is not afraid of opponents who are too strong; he is afraid that they are not strong enough.

Currently, there is no one in the Heavenly Spirit World who can satisfy him.

Following his gaze, a patch of spiritual mist at the edge of the Nine Spirits Continent began to shrink inward, as if a door was slowly opening.

More and more eyes and thoughts are focused on that patch of spiritual mist.

As the spiritual mist parted, a precipice was revealed, upon which stood thousands of cultivators, both men and women.

The person in the lead was none other than An Zizai.

Zhuang Xian, Su Han, Duan Li, Zhen Qin and others stood behind An Zizai, with the other disciples lined up behind them. All eyes were fixed on Emperor Xuan.

None of the disciples of Wushi showed any fear on their faces; instead, they all wore expressions of mockery, curiosity, and indifference.

This was the first time that the great cultivators of the world had seen so many disciples of the Beginningless Sect appear. Each of these disciples possessed an extraordinary and refined demeanor, and their cultivation levels were even more astonishing to them.

Although many of the disciples of Wushi were below the level of Zizai Immortal, there were also many Daoist Zizai Immortals, Xuanyuan Zizai Immortals, and even several Luotian Zizai Immortals.

The profound wisdom of the Beginningless One was revealed all at once!

The fact that none of the second-generation disciples showed up made those ancient beings even more curious about Wushi's strength.

Thinking about it carefully, the second-generation disciples of Wushi have not appeared for many years.

It's hard to imagine how powerful those people are now.
"Is he Emperor Xuan? He has such a powerful aura! Senior Brother, which senior uncle or master is willing to make a move?" Su Han asked excitedly, standing next to An Zizai.

He had never seen such a scene before. Looking around, he saw cultivators and powerful demons watching the battle from all directions, giving him a sense of being the center of attention.

With Gu An absent, Su Han figured the one who made the move must be a second-generation disciple. He had met several second-generation disciples, each with unfathomable cultivation levels, and he even felt that his master might be the weakest.

"Why bother the teachers and elders to deal with this person?"

An Zizai said calmly. After speaking, he took a step forward and stopped at the edge of the cliff after three steps, standing against the wind.

Emperor Xuan's gaze involuntarily fell on An Zizai. He secretly marveled at Wu Shi's extraordinary abilities, and An Zizai gave him a very strong feeling.

“I am An Zizai, the third-generation eldest disciple of Wushi. Since you wish to fight, I will grant your request.”

An Zizai's voice resounded beneath the thunderclouds, making it clear to everyone. Many powerful cultivators had spoken with An Zizai, but they were unaware of just how strong he truly was.

Upon hearing that An Zizai was willing to help, they were invigorated and began to look forward to it.

No one dared to doubt Wu Shi's profound knowledge. As the third-generation chief disciple, An Zizai frequently traveled among the various sects of the world, making him arguably the most well-known disciple of Wu Shi among them. However, to date, An Zizai had never fought anyone; at least, they had neither seen nor heard of him engaging in combat.

"I hope Wushi will not disappoint me!"

Emperor Xuan's voice was incredibly domineering, and his words were filled with strong confidence.

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode toward the Nine Spirits Continent. The world suddenly darkened, and thousands of lightning bolts emerged from the rolling thunderclouds, all intertwining with the two crescent moons behind him. At first glance, he seemed to have grown a pair of giant thunder wings, a magnificent sight.

As he headed towards the Nine Spirits Continent, his aura intensified once again, growing stronger with each step.

The world was dark and the waves were surging, as if the end of the world had come.

The gale rushed towards An Zizai, but he remained unmoved, as firm as Mount Tai.

Su Han stared wide-eyed at An Zizai's retreating figure; it was the first time he had ever felt An Zizai's power.

Not only him, but also Zhuang Xian, Duan Li and other younger generations were excited and looked forward to An Zizai's rise to power.

It wasn't just the various religions in the world who were curious about An Zizai's strength; even Wushi himself was equally curious.

As Emperor Xuan drew ever closer to the Nine Spirits Continent, more and more beings came to observe. Amidst the dim sky and sea, Emperor Xuan became the most dazzling presence. Yet, the disciples of Wushi, standing atop the continent's precipice, displayed an indomitable spirit, making it difficult for any being to predict who would win.

If it were the Founding Ancestor, Emperor Xuan would undoubtedly be defeated, but now it is An Zizai who has made the move, which makes all the spectators hesitant to make a judgment.

Emperor Xuan kept his gaze fixed on An Zizai, and An Zizai was also staring back at him.

As the standoff between their gazes lasted longer, Emperor Xuan's fighting spirit grew stronger, and so did his own aura.

The two kinds of fortunes of the Primordial Dao Emperor and the Great Dao Emperor poured into the two golden crescent moons, causing two completely different flames to burn around his body.

suddenly!

Emperor Xuan took another step, his figure vanishing into thin air, while the lightning still lingered on the vast sea.

An Zizai's eyes sharpened, and he struck out with his right palm from below, twisting his wrist to push forward with the force of pushing the sky.

boom--

Emperor Xuan appeared out of thin air above An Zizai. The two were less than a hundred feet apart. Their two incredibly powerful magical forces collided, causing the rolling spiritual mist behind them to dissipate and revealing the towering mountains of the Nine Spirits Continent.

In an instant, Emperor Xuan's brows furrowed.

Before he could react, a burst of intense light erupted from the surging ocean, instantly illuminating the world. One after another, silver dragons surged out of the sea and crashed directly into Emperor Xuan. Even though Emperor Xuan used his magic to resist, he was still lifted into the sky.

A continuous stream of silver dragons leaped out of the sea, one after another, fearlessly tearing apart Emperor Xuan's magical power. It was impossible to count how many silver dragons there were.

Emperor Xuan gritted his teeth, wanting to unleash his supernatural powers, but found himself enveloped by an unshakeable suppressive force. He couldn't even move, and could only use his magic to resist it.

In the blink of an eye, he was blasted through the Heavenly Dao light layer and arrived in the outer void. His magic power was completely negated, and his recovery speed could not keep up with the consumption speed. A giant dragon, much larger than the other silver dragons, emerged from the Heavenly Dao light layer. Its head alone was half the size of the Heavenly Spirit Great World. The dragon opened its mouth and swallowed him.

The deafening roar of the dragon echoed in his ears, impacting his mind and spirit.

"How can it be……"

Emperor Xuan's eyes widened, and he roared inwardly before being engulfed by a vast expanse of silver light.

On the cliff, Su Han looked up, the bright light illuminating his shocked expression. He subconsciously asked, "What kind of supernatural power is this?"

An Zizai, standing in front of him, did not turn around, but spoke calmly: "The Peerless Palm of Myriad Paths, the second palm, Myriad Dragons Ascending to Heaven."

(End of this chapter)