This is not how immortals cultivate

Chapter 459 Go for it, wise and mighty Heavenly Emperor!
Xiang Yuan sensed a strong demonic aura emanating from the golden-armored demon god. Its imposing and sharp aura was like an unsheathed divine blade, and its strength was even greater than that of the True Martial Emperor, who was at the level of the Five Elders of the Five Directions.

Moreover, being an arrogant demon, he didn't greet his colleagues after entering the venue, and just stared straight at the ascension passage in the distance.

At the end of the ascension passage leading to the unknown Heavenly Court, the mysterious ancient mirror had quietly disappeared without anyone knowing. Since the ascension passage to the Heavenly God Realm opened, it had fallen into an eerie silence.

"Neither advancing nor retreating."

The golden-armored demon god curled his lips into a smile, his fingertips lightly stroking the hilt of his sword, and his eyes blazed with intense golden flames: "How can you succeed if you hesitate and look back? Since you don't know how to choose, I will take pity on you and show you a dead end."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gripped the hilt of the sword and drew the ancient bronze sword.

Clang!
The moment the ancient bronze sword was drawn, golden light stretched for three thousand miles, carrying the scorching fire of the sun that could burn the heavens and boil the seas. With an irresistible force, it cleaved through the hesitant ascension path.

If you've come but won't show yourself, then get lost!
Seeing the supernatural powers displayed by the golden-armored demon god, Xiang Yuan's thoughts raced, and he narrowed his eyes, suppressing his gleam.

In the mural, the ancient Heavenly Court was ruled by the Demon Emperor, who was transformed from the Golden Crow of the Great Sun. However, behind the Demon Emperor, there was always a blurry figure of the Heavenly Emperor.

The Heavenly Demon Realm not only provided a filming studio for Journey to the West, but the Blood Moon Demon Palace also contained a five-colored interwoven pillar, which could help the demon race trace their origins.
The Heavenly Demon Realm is now an asset of the Heavenly God Realm. The Heavenly Emperor has acquired the Journey to the West filming studio and the Blood Moon Demon Palace, and can create suitable demon races according to his own needs.

The golden-armored demon god referred to himself as "I, the Lonely One," rather than "this Lord" or "this Throne"...

Once the clues are pieced together, it's not hard to guess the identity of the Golden Armored Demon God. The shameless Heavenly Emperor imitated the ancient Heavenly Court's old system and used the bloodline of the Golden Crow to create an avatar of the Heavenly Emperor.

It wasn't a colleague, it was His Majesty in person!

Xiang Yuan thought to himself with a sarcastic tone, "I've always been a dull person since I was a child. I've never been part of the 140s circle. The shameless Heavenly Emperor didn't even introduce himself. How could I possibly guess the identity of the Golden Armored Demon God?"

Since he couldn't guess, and randomly identifying the Heavenly Emperor would make him seem disloyal, he decided not to pay his respects.

Xiang Yuan was lost in thought. Judging from the mocking tone of the golden-armored demon god, it seemed that he had long anticipated the encounter between the two heavenly courts of the upper realm today.

If that's the case, there are even more things worth considering.

First of all, there is more than one Upper Realm Heavenly Court in the Three Thousand Worlds. Apart from the Heavenly Court, there are also the Demon Realm, the Blood Sea Realm, and other realms, all of which can call themselves Upper Realms due to their powerful strength.

Although there is no connection between the upper realms, and any encounter is a fight to the death, with each realm trying every means to forcibly merge similar entities, they are not entirely without each other's senses. At least during the search for the lower realms, they can detect each other's existence.

Secondly, his descent to the mortal realm as the True Martial Emperor is somewhat illogical. According to King Frieza, the Heavenly Emperor wanted her to make a statement, demonstrating their alliance by opening the ascension passage, so that certain people could see things clearly.

Xiang Yuan thought that some of these people were Laozi, or perhaps Buddha who had suddenly 'awakened'.

Now it seems that some people are referring to another Heavenly Emperor from the upper realm!

Moreover, after seeing him use Frieza's jade belt to open the ascension passage, the Heavenly Emperor hesitated and was caught in a dilemma.

Frieza's value is still rising!
Sure enough, loyalty to the Heavenly Emperor is useless; clinging to the King's leg is the only right thing to do.

As Xiang Yuan thought this, he tightened the belt around the king's waist and looked toward the ascension passage in the distance, wondering how the Heavenly Emperor would choose to face the challenge head-on or retreat in the face of difficulty.
It would be pointless to back down when faced with difficulties, and it wouldn't fit the image of an absolutely domineering and powerful Heavenly Emperor. Xiang Yuan should support this unknown Heavenly Emperor in facing the challenge head-on. Ideally, the two Heavenly Emperors should fight to the death, causing rivers of blood to flow, and the whale fall to create countless new opportunities.

Fight!
Don't be a coward, be pretty!

Today, whoever backs down is not the Heavenly Emperor!

Under Xiang Yuan's expectant gaze, the scorching sun's true fire, capable of burning the heavens and boiling the seas, surged into the ascension passage. The blazing golden flames transformed into the phantom of a golden crow, flapping its wings and letting out a long cry, illuminating the entire passage as if it were a furnace.

Just as the flames were at their brightest, the mysterious, ancient mirror reappeared.

The mirror-like surface rippled like water, and the countless stars swallowed up the raging flames, swirling them into nothingness.

"Little tricks!"

A cool, clear voice came from the depths of the passage, and a figure stepped out.

This unknown Heavenly Emperor ultimately did not retreat, nor could he possibly retreat.

The newcomer was dressed in a magnificent blue Taoist robe, the hem of which was embroidered with the stars of the heavens, and his steps seemed to be accompanied by the cascading Milky Way. He had a full forehead, a square jaw, and exquisitely handsome features. His black beard and every gesture exuded supreme nobility.

His appearance is that of a deity, conforming to the stereotypical image of a deity held by 90% of ordinary people.

"Antarctic Immortal Emperor, your pseudo-emperor's clone is truly mediocre."

The golden-armored demon god scoffed, his figure suddenly transforming into a dazzling rainbow. He traversed the void in a single step, instantly closing in on the newcomer. The ancient bronze sword in his hand was wrapped in blazing golden flames, and the blade swept horizontally, aiming straight for the head.

This sword strike was so fast that even with the divine power of the True Martial Emperor, Xiang Yuan could not see it clearly. It seemed to transcend time and ruthlessly sever cause and effect.

He could only see a glimmer of golden light. Wherever the sword light passed, the space was burned into a dazzling glass-like shape, cracking inch by inch, collapsing piece by piece, and this erased space could never be repaired.

If this blank space is missing from the world, it will be lost forever, and even if the world is rebuilt, it cannot be found again.

when!
Amidst the deafening clang of metal against metal, the Antarctic Longevity Emperor steadily held the sword's edge between two fingers, his fingertips radiating profound Daoist patterns, completely suppressing the true fire of the sun.

“A demon is a demon, a piece of trash abandoned by the Heavenly Dao. Even if it wears golden clothes, it is still not presentable.”

The Antarctic Emperor sighed softly, his deep, abyss-like eyes meeting those of the golden-armored demon god who was standing close at hand.

The void exploded.

Where their gazes met, space collapsed, revealing pitch-black nothingness.

Both of them let out a muffled groan and took three steps back, leaving spiderweb-like cracks in the air beneath their feet.

The Antarctic Longevity Emperor is one of the Six Emperors, holding a position at the Vice Heavenly level. According to the Golden Armored Demon God, the False Heavenly Emperor was unable to find a suitable candidate, so he temporarily filled the important vacancy in the Heavenly Court with his clone.

Therefore, both sides fighting at this moment are avatars of the Heavenly Emperor!

Instead of attacking directly, they each sent out an avatar to probe each other's strengths and weaknesses with minimal cost.

Immortals fight, mortals suffer.

The destructive power of two sub-heavenly level beings clashing is unimaginable. They don't even need to make a move; their mere confrontation of auras is enough to disrupt the laws of heaven and earth, trigger a cataclysmic disaster, and inflict devastating damage on the beings of Chongting Realm.

Thunder roared like an angry dragon tearing through the sky, hurricanes swept across thousands of miles, and floods poured in from the void, submerging plains and mountains...

For a time, all living beings wailed in despair.

The Heavenly Emperor was born high above all others, regarding all living beings as ants and caring nothing for them.

Xiang Yuan was different; he had crawled out from among ants, and he cared.

Seeing that the two Heavenly Emperor clones were using their supernatural powers to disrupt the laws of heaven and earth, causing many strange phenomena to descend in the form of natural disasters, even though they knew it was futile, they still took out the two magic treasures of the True Martial Emperor.

Zhenwu Soap Carved Flag.

The Northern Black-Horned Sword that Severed the Demon's Might.

Crash---

Behind Xiang Yuan, a dark, illusory emperor appeared, clad in black armor, standing on a tortoise and snake, wielding the Demon-Slaying Sword, and holding aloft the Black Eagle Banner.

The Dharma Image of Zhenwu the Great!

boom!
The Zhenwu Black Banner fluttered in the wind, its dark surface like a cloud hanging from the sky, protecting all living beings and isolating the oppressive aura of the two Heavenly Emperors' avatars; the Demon-Slaying Sword swept across the eight wastelands, its fierce sword light transforming into countless barriers, shattering hurricanes, scattering thunder, and even forcibly repelling the world-destroying flood that hung in the sky.

If it were merely a contest between sub-heavenly beings, with the divine power of the True Martial Emperor and the added blessing of the Heavenly and Earthly authority of the Chongting Realm, Xiang Yuan could easily not only withstand the aftershocks, but also expel both beings directly from the realm.

But behind the struggle between the two deputy celestial beings lies a clash of the wills of two celestial emperors, which also represents the ultimate fate of the two upper heavenly courts.

Fight until death!

Their wills clashed, and every wisp of their energy contained terrifying power that transcended this realm. It was something that the divine power of the True Martial Emperor could not stop. Xiang Yuan's actions were like using himself as a battlefield, bearing the wills of two Heavenly Emperors in a contest.

This has far exceeded the limit of the divine power that the True Martial Emperor can bear.

In an instant, Xiang Yuan's face turned ashen, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, his primordial spirit felt as if it had been struck by a tremendous hammer, his vision blurred, his consciousness began to fade, and all he wanted to do was collapse and sleep.

"Amitabha."

At the critical moment, a clear and cold Buddhist chant arose, and a figure in white robes appeared gracefully, carrying a golden wheel of great compassion to save people from suffering.

Guanyin Bodhisattva.

The White Moon Hermit arrived on a lotus platform, nodding and smiling faintly. With a gentle lift of her hand, she supported Xiang Yuan's swaying body. The pure bottle flew into the air, and as the sweet dew from the willow branch sprinkled down, a layer of pure white light spread across the vast, mysterious sky.

A drop of sweet dew landed precisely on Xiang Yuan's brow.

The cool sensation permeated my body and mind, sweeping away all the weariness in my spirit. My listless spirit was instantly refreshed, and my vision cleared. I was no longer sleepy.

Both being members of the Five Elders of the Five Directions, Guanyin Bodhisattva of the South Pole possesses far greater divine power than Zhenwu of the North Pole. With the blessing of Guanyin Bodhisattva's Buddha light, the immense pressure on Zhenwu's black eagle banner was suddenly reduced by more than half.

A full 70% reduction!

“The Great Master should not have come.” Xiang Yuan looked at the white-clad figure beside him. The golden wheel of salvation hung behind her head, and the gentle and bright Buddhist light flowed like a light veil and mist, shrouding her face in a hazy mist, only revealing a faint outline of holiness.

Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her lips like red lotuses just beginning to bloom, but because of the layer of Buddha's light that blocked her view, she could never see them clearly.

As expected of the nun I've chosen, she's truly amazing.

Let's make a deal, can you use this hairstyle next time?
Just once, just once!

Furthermore, the nectar from the pure bottle has such an effect, which you never mentioned before. Tell me, who are you trying to protect yourself from?

"The Great Emperor is compassionate, far surpassing my own. I wish to use my meager strength to help the Great Emperor protect all living beings." The White Moon Hermit's voice was as clear and cold as the moon, businesslike and devoid of any emotion.

At the same time, he rejected the unreasonable request made by Xiang Yuanchuan, and did not answer that he was guarding against anyone.

Don't you know who you're wary of?
He's a serious and dignified emperor in public, but a lovey-dovey darling in private. He's quite the character.

The clash of wills between the two Heavenly Emperors gradually intensified, and the pressure on Xiang Yuan and Bai Yue Jushi also increased. As a grown man, he naturally wouldn't hide behind his wife. He gritted his teeth and stomped his foot, forcibly withstanding 50% of the pressure, which allowed Bai Yue Jushi to barely breathe a sigh of relief.

With a loud bang, Xiang Yuan felt dizzy and staggered. Her body, which was standing on the lotus platform, was caught by Bai Yue Jushi's arm and fell into her arms.

Perform a magic trick: the pretty boy disappears.

"..."

Baiyue Jushi's eyes twitched slightly as he telepathically told him to stop, as many people were watching!

Xiang Yuan took a deep breath and sighed heavily. He didn't want to, but he simply couldn't muster the strength. Otherwise, with his strong will, he would never have allowed the darkness to obscure his vision.

Baiyue Jushi doted on Xiang Yuan the most, and in this situation, he couldn't really push him away. Helpless, he could only let him go.

I moved a little further away and found a more comfortable spot.

The wills of the two Heavenly Emperors clashed fiercely at the top of the sky, and each clash shook the Chongting Realm.

At this moment, there was no room for the slightest slack, let alone enjoyment. Xiang Yuan bit his tongue to stay awake, and did his best to resist the pressure of the clash between the two Heavenly Emperors' wills. He stood in front of Bai Yue Jushi and forcefully absorbed more than 70% of the overwhelming pressure.

Seeing that Baiyue Jushi was about to give up, Xiang Yuan's jade belt rose up, and a clear, misty light spread out, pouring down a clear, watery light curtain that completely enveloped Baiyue Jushi.

The light barrier protected Baiyue Jushi, and at the edge, it also enveloped the pretty boy in her arms.

Lord Frieza has made his move!

The immense power of the Heavenly Emperor poured forth like a celestial river, surging through the ascension passage, traversing the endless void, and descending upon the Chongting Realm. That boundless power descended from the heavens, as if billions of stars were burning simultaneously, pouring entirely into the True Martial Black Carved Banner.

The banner fluttered wildly, causing even the image of Zhenwu the Great standing on a tortoise and snake to straighten up considerably. Wherever the banner's shadow went, space froze, radiating an aura of majesty that suppressed all ages, truly achieving an impregnable fortress.

Xiang Yuan vaguely sensed that even if the two Heavenly Emperors personally intervened, they would find it difficult to shake the situation in the slightest.

The King's strength is unfathomable!
Seeing Jingyun make her move, the golden-armored demon god laughed heartily, his bronze ancient sword moving even faster. In its place, the Antarctic Longevity Emperor's face turned extremely gloomy.

Baiyue Jushi immediately felt a sense of lightness throughout his body, with no pressure whatsoever.

Xiang Yuan felt different. The darkness before his eyes seemed to never dissipate, and the boundless pressure made it difficult for him to breathe. No matter how hard the pretty boy tried, it was all in vain. Feeling helpless, he could only silently endure it.

"..."

Baiyue Jushi acted as if nothing had happened, his expression calm and his eyes like still water. He proved himself with his pure and untainted demeanor, maintaining the majesty of Guanyin Bodhisattva with an expressionless face.

That's fine, you can't just push him away.

Showing affection in public is something that easily annoys people, no matter where it is done.

At the end of the unknown ascension passage, a streak of black light flashed like lightning, silently piercing through the boundary wall and descending upon the Chongting Realm.

Although it was black light, it was not evil; instead, it carried a righteous aura and transformed into a tall, slender figure as soon as it landed.

The newcomer was dressed in a long black robe, with a handsome face and excellent appearance. He exuded an otherworldly aura, and anyone who saw him would immediately feel goodwill towards him, thinking that he must be an upright, honest, and righteous person.

"I am the True Martial of the North, the Ancestor Who Subdues Demons in the Nine Heavens!"

The visitor introduced himself in this way.

Amidst his busy schedule, Xiang Yuan peeked out and sized up the newcomer, thinking to himself, "What a handsome face! His positive energy is incredibly high, almost as high as mine."

"You false god, do you dare to challenge me?" The Demon-Slaying Ancestor spoke slowly, his voice gentle yet possessing an unyielding strength.

You want to challenge me one-on-one? Fine, but could you please choose a different time and place? Can't you see they're dating?

This is number one, two, three... uh, this is my first love!

Xiang Yuan ignored him and sneered, "What kind of god are you? You keep calling yourself a false god. Where were you when this world was in trouble? Where were you when the Demon Emperor was causing chaos? This so-called True Martial Emperor, the Demon-Slaying Ancestor, how dare you! Even a locksmith would ask you how many locks you can make!"

Baiyue Jushi smiled slightly. Although it was wrong to use vulgar language, the locksmith was right.

It's not surprising that two True Martial Emperors appeared when the two Heavenly Courts met; perhaps there will even be two Guanyin Bodhisattvas tomorrow. However, Xiang Yuan's foul language and lack of consideration for others truly made the Demon-Subduing Ancestor lose face.

He faintly heard someone laughing behind him. Suppressing his anger, he said calmly, "You false god, you spout vulgarities. What face do you have to call yourself the True Martial of the North?"

"Open your eyes and look carefully, based on this alone!"

Before he could finish speaking, Xiang Yuan suddenly launched an attack.

Before the Demon-Slaying Ancestor could react, everything went black as a fist imprint wreathed in chaotic energy pierced through the air and struck his wide-open right eye squarely.

boom! !

Under the watchful eyes of numerous immortals and gods in both realms, the Demon-Slaying Ancestor suffered a setback and was utterly mocked. He stared blankly with wide eyes as he took a punch head-on, his afterimage streaking across the sky before disappearing into the horizon like a shooting star.

Xiang Yuan snorted coldly and transformed into a sharp black light, giving chase.

Faster than thunder, he caught up with the Demon-Slaying Ancestor in the blink of an eye, followed up with three punches and two kicks, and then another punch hit his left eye, achieving a perfect symmetry that would make any perfectionist exclaim.

In these punches and kicks, Xiang Yuan was completely careless and his attacks were extremely brutal.

Heaven have mercy! Although Baiyue Jushi indulged and pampered him in everything, there was absolutely no way he could have Guanyin Dashi's hair styled up. But today, in front of all the gods, they had a public display of affection, proving that the rumor that Guanyin Dashi and Zhenwu Dadi had a relationship was not just a rumor.

With a good start, the hairstyle of Guanyin Bodhisattva is not out of the question.

As a result, a Demon-Slaying Ancestor with questionable intelligence appeared and ruined his plans!
They beat the person to death, leaving them severely injured, and then they go back to continue applying the plasters.

Buzz buzz————

A solemn Daoist voice suddenly resounded between heaven and earth, and a dazzling golden light descended from the nine heavens, condensing into a towering golden imperial figure in the Chongting Realm.

Its body was entangled by numerous laws of heaven and earth, as if it were the embodiment of the Heavenly Dao. Its true appearance could not be seen. Its mere existence caused the primordial energy of the entire Chongting Realm to stagnate.

The Demon-Slaying Ancestor, with disheveled hair, was about to fight Xiang Yuan to the death when he saw this figure and froze on the spot. His expression changed drastically, and he uttered the harsh words, "I will come back," before turning into black light and disappearing into the ascension passage.

It was three points faster than when I was getting beaten up.

Xiang Yuan ignored the Demon-Slaying Ancestor and focused his attention. The golden imperial shadow originated from the Antarctic Longevity Emperor. Perhaps due to the prolonged battle or perhaps because Jing Yun's actions had put too much pressure on him, he manifested the Heavenly Emperor's Dharma Image and projected it into the Chongting Realm.

"Hahaha---"

The golden-armored demon god won a move and laughed loudly. Blazing golden flames shot into the sky, and a majestic Dharma image also condensed behind him.

The two imperial figures faced off across the void. Before they even exchanged blows, the mere aftershocks of their clash of auras caused Xiang Yuan's body to sink as if he had fallen into a bottomless quagmire. He understood why the Demon-Slaying Ancestor ran faster than he was being beaten.

Without saying a word, he took a step back to the lotus platform and touched the protective light barrier on Baiyue Jushi's body.

Go for it, wise and mighty Heavenly Emperor! Smash this shameless bastard!

Seeing that the two emperors were really going to fight, about to reach the edge of the universe and even destroy the Great Dao, Xiang Yuan subconsciously cheered for the unknown Heavenly Emperor.

Otherwise, why would you cheer for your own shameless Heavenly Emperor?
Amidst the silent cheers, the wise and mighty Heavenly Emperor slowly raised his hands, his imperial robes flowing with heavy legal principles, exuding an aura of world-destroying power, revealing ten jade-white hairs...

Nine fingers, white and as smooth as jade!
One of the fingers was missing half, and the cut was so smooth it was chilling. It not only permanently destroyed part of the Heavenly Emperor's physical body, but also affected the Heavenly Emperor's Dharma form.

Xiangyuan: (一`一;)
Come on, you shameless bastard, beat this Nine-Fingered Heavenly Emperor to a pulp.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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