From a martial arts disciple to a god through countless trials and tribulations

Chapter 381 Even True Monarchs Have Times of Powerlessness

On Wei Tianjun's fist, the myriad laws of the Doubu were integrated into one, and at the end of each ray of light, a celestial deity of the Doubu was derived, like an ancient picture of myriad gods.

"boom!"

In an instant, the immortal demon bone flew backward, its radiance dimmed, and its surface was covered with dense cracks. Then, the immortal demon bone fled into the void in fear and disappeared.

"Ah!" Yuan Zhenjun screamed in agony, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his expression one of extreme horror.

"Gouchen Emperor Fist!" Ye Kui shouted in the capital city, goosebumps rising all over his body.

"The Four Imperial Techniques of Great Completion." Chen Xuan sighed inwardly. This was the highest fighting technique on the side of humanity, and now that Wei Tianjun had unleashed it, no one could stop it.

The laws of the battle were scattered everywhere, and the magical power was as deep and boundless as the ocean. Ape True Lord was almost blown apart by a golden fist.

"Buzz!" If it weren't for the second Immortal Demon Bone that True Monarch Ape summoned in front of him to block the aftershocks of the Gouchen Emperor Fist, he would have been reduced to dust and suffered irreparable damage under that punch.

It was a crystal-clear skull of a celestial being or demon, the size of a palm-leaf fan, covered with countless Dao patterns.

However, at this moment, this celestial weapon, forged from the skulls of immortals and demons, has lost its luster.

In the end, Ape True Lord didn't say a word, turned around and transformed into a white light to escape, because the immortal demon skull in front of him had already fled in fear.

With just one punch, the two immortal weapons activated by a True Monarch were sent fleeing.

The martial arts of the Doubu are characterized by fighting to the death and never retreating, but for a Doubu demon like Yuan Zhenjun, his martial spirit had long been worn away under the celestial palace, so choosing to escape at this moment was not difficult.

In the capital city, everyone who watched the battle scene in Taixu breathed a sigh of relief.

“Tongbi, now that you’re here, why leave?” Wei Tianjun said, adjusting his breathing as he pursued from behind. Brilliant runes flashed beneath his feet, making him appear like a war god as he swept across the sky.

Ape Lord was terrified. Even though he relied on the resources of his own sect and brought two Immortal Demon Bone Treasures, he still couldn't win. He felt extremely frustrated.

The martial arts masters of the human race have been barely surviving for thousands of years, their bones have long since softened, how could they still be this strong!

"Heaven-Supporting Treasure Technique!" In the end, Ape True Lord unleashed all his power and once again used the perfected Immortal Array Technique to confront Wei Tianjun, who was chasing after him.

However, Wei Tianjun's two powerful fists shone through the void, crashing down like two towering mountains, causing the Taixu to tremble and reverberate incessantly.

Finally, amidst a dazzling display of light, Ape True Monarch exploded, his mangled body covered in terrifying Dao marks that could never be healed. Yet, a wisp of his divine soul tried to escape again, only to be torn apart by a white fist of light.

"what……"

Ape True Lord screamed in agony as he was blasted apart by Wei True Lord. His body, soul, and Dao principles all turned into streaks of light and scattered away.

Within the Great Ruins, blood rain boiled and then transformed into clusters of white divine fire, turning the tens of thousands of miles of the Great Ruins into chaos, a perpetually desolate wasteland.

"In the end, we have been utterly defeated. The martial arts of the human race have surpassed those of our race..." A mournful ape roar echoed through the Great Ruins.

"You have been kneeling for millions of years, so naturally you can no longer unleash the ancient demonic weapons." This was Wei Tianjun's voice, without a trace of sarcasm.

"Haha, that makes sense..."

Ape True Lord seemed to be both crying and laughing, but then his voice suddenly became sharp: "But, Wei Heavenly Lord, do you know what kind of enemies you are about to face?!"

"Ok?"

"The previous generation of Immortals in the Celestial Palace's Fighting Division came from the Tongbi Clan!! But the Celestial Ancestor... he was... defeated!!"

The Ape True Lord roared in grief and anger. The two immortal weapons he brought were fragments of the immortal ancestor's remains that had fallen from the immortal palace. The Long-Armed Ape Clan had never revealed this to outsiders.

Wei Tianjun stood silently in the Great Ruins, staring at the final scene of Yuan Zhenjun's demise.

"Everyone says that the True Lord has no regrets, but how can he not feel regret when his chance to become an immortal is hopeless?"

Immortals are the True Lord's only regret.

The last words of the Ape True Lord faded into the wind: "Do the Doubu demons have a natural inclination to kneel before the Immortal Palace? They have no choice but to kneel. Thinking back to my youth, I too once possessed an Immortal Golden Core..."

The more he learned, the more tormented and agonizing his heart became. He had no choice but to obey the order from the Celestial Palace.

Those who refuse to yield are mostly those whose lineage has gradually faded due to the whims of the Immortal Palace. In some cases, even the position of True Lord that they inherit is snatched away by forces like Qilin Mountain that have switched to cultivating Dou Qi.

In the end, the Demon Lord of this generation perished.

They were reincarnated.

The boundless light of the Dao principles burned in the Great Void, soaring into the sky, one after another, as thick as mountains and as white torrents, filling the void and slowly dissipating.

In the capital city, people were shocked. A powerful True Monarch of the demon race had been killed so suddenly, his blood staining the Great Ruins, never to be seen again.

Meanwhile, in the Taixu, the various major forces that were observing the situation were all filled with trepidation.

"Is this the Ji family's helper? Terrifyingly so." Someone whispered. Usually, battles between True Monarchs can last for months, but today's battle was incredibly fast.

In the history of battles between True Lords, the only ones that could end like this were those involving the White Qi Sword Official, but now, Wei Tianjun has done it.

In the Great Ruins, Wei Tianjun returned, and then stopped at the junction of the Great Ruins rift and the mortal world: "Whoever wants to continue, I will take them on alone."

At this moment, everyone was shocked. This was probably a near-perfect Doubu True Monarch. The Demon Clan Ape True Monarch was easily defeated. His strength was beyond comprehension.

"Master Wei is stronger than before. He is probably stronger than the Sword Master now. He can be called a near-immortal." In the courtyard, Nine Revolutions Divine Travel Qilian sighed with emotion.

Although the Sword Inquiry Dojo is presided over by the old Sword Lord in the mortal world, the strongest is still the White Sky Sword Master who once ruled the White Sky Heaven. However, that near-immortal Sword Lord had already perished in the previous series of battles in pursuit of the Immortal Palace.

In the courtyard, a group of young people were discussing scriptures and doctrines, without much tension. After all, the eye of the storm surrounding Emperor Ji's ascension to immortality was not here; they were merely spectators.

Aside from True Lord Ape, who is impetuous and restless, probably no other True Lord would pay attention to them.

Looking out over the imperial palace, one can see pure white mist rising rapidly, almost obscuring the entire palace, creating an auspicious atmosphere.

Before dawn, Emperor Ji might not become an immortal, but he would certainly reach a point where the celestial palace would have no choice but to attack. This understanding of the situation made many people increasingly uneasy.

Finally, just before dawn, in the darkest hour of the world, from the depths of the Great Ruins came terrifying auras that filled everyone with dread.

The True Lord's oppressive aura swept across the land, converging from all directions.

"Long..."

The sound of the Great Dao resounded, and the laws intertwined. One after another, Great True Monarchs and Dao Lord-level True Monarchs descended and arrived at the Great Ruins corresponding to the Great Ceremony.

Deep within the chaotic void, several figures slowly emerged, each exuding an astonishing aura. Their simultaneous appearance seemed to crush the very fabric of time.

Their arrival was not a big commotion, but no one dared to underestimate them. Each of them was integrated with the laws of heaven and earth, mastered a unique law, and reached the ultimate state in a certain aspect.

Nine True Lords!

Nine powerful True Lords descended!

They arrived together, surrounding the capital city and causing the nearby Taixu to collapse. Various divine lights descended from the void, creating a myriad of strange phenomena, each occupying its own territory.

Amidst the dazzling divine light, they sat high in the heavens like deities, each with a unique posture.

Some were human with unicorn horns, these were the True Lords of Qilin Mountain; some had three heads and six arms, ape faces and white fur; some had ox horns piercing the sky, wearing black armor, and exuding a plague-like aura; and one was even a human, even the True Lord of the human race had come with a decree!
"Terrifying..." In the capital city, everyone felt their scalp tingle. Most of these nine True Monarchs were Doubu True Monarchs. The other True Monarchs were at least Great True Monarchs or masters of ancient lineages. These True Monarchs were even more terrifying, as many of them controlled most of the foundation of their own lineages.

Moreover, the Doubu adheres to the principle of "rather break than bend," while most other immortal paths do not have this taboo.

For example, the Taiyin and Yushi sects, if kneeling before the celestial palace could grant them a position as a True Lord, those Taoist priests would be eager to kowtow to the celestial palace day and night. If one kowtow wasn't enough, then they would kowtow ten thousand times.

At this moment, nine True Monarchs have descended. Who can stop them? Wei Tianjun is probably no match. This is a colossal fighting force capable of igniting a war between major sects and destroying all enemies.

Even the Little Dragon Palace, once hailed as the foremost lineage of the demon race, might not be as powerful as these nine True Monarchs, even if they mobilized their entire forces.

"Nine ancient Daoist temples have joined forces?" Chen Xuan clicked his tongue in amazement. This power was too strong. He knew that True Monarch Xiao Hei had once fought against five True Monarchs in one battle. Although he did not rely on the Little Underworld behind him and relied only on himself, he had actually won by no means easy.

Even if Wei Tianjun is strong, how much stronger can he be than the young Heavenly Mandate Black and White True Lord?

At this moment, the nine True Lords arrived together; who could stop them?
Most importantly, this is just the beginning.

The Celestial Palace hasn't reached the point where it absolutely has to reveal itself!
"Greetings, Your Excellencies." In a corner of Taixu, Little Ming King Kong Xuan stepped forward to pay his respects and inquired about his father's whereabouts.

"We turned back to the White Emperor Sword Pavilion halfway there," a demon lord replied indifferently.

Many people were shocked upon hearing this, only then realizing that it wasn't just these nine True Lords who had descended; there were also many True Lords who had been ordered by the Immortal Palace to change their routes and head to different places.

For example, the Great Ming King, the number one demon king of the Western Lands, directly challenged the near-immortal sword master, the most powerful swordsman in the Central Plains.

"Gentlemen, are there any other True Lords coming?" Wei Tianjun asked, standing alone at the edge of the Great Ruins and the mortal world, facing the nine True Lords.

"Naturally there is."

A True Lord spoke, his expression indifferent, and continued, "However, Lord Wei, you will not have any other helpers. Those Sword Lords from the Southern Region have already been stopped in the Great Ruins..."

Upon hearing this, everyone in the capital city changed their expressions; the annihilation of the Da Li Ji family was imminent.

“Your ancestors were all renowned ancient immortals and sages, yet now you obey the orders of a few immortals in the Immortal Palace. Isn’t that making you a laughing stock?” Wei Tianjun said coldly.

The True Lords remained silent, staring at Wei Tianjun, their eyes filled with complex emotions.

"Lord Wei, we only have one question for you: if we destroy the Celestial Palace, will we all become immortals?"

After a while, a Great True Lord of the Demon Clan from Qilin Mountain spoke up and asked.

As the battle for immortality has progressed to this point, most True Monarchs in the world are aware of their own chances of becoming immortals... but the top group of near-immortal True Monarchs, as well as lucky True Monarchs like Bai Cao, are still vying for it, drawing the entire Five Directions Land into the fray.

The True Lords who are now willing to accept the decrees of the Celestial Palace may not necessarily recognize the Celestial Palace itself... But even if Emperor Ji becomes one of the immortals, what difference is there to the world compared to the previous Earth Virtue Immortal who sat in charge of the heavens? Perhaps better, perhaps worse.

Wei Tianjun fell silent, unable to answer the question.

"You have killed the Tongbi Zhenjun. Your fighting skills are very strong. We are just about to witness the prowess of the human race's fighting tribe."

Without further words, an even more brutal battle erupted. The Demon Lord of Qilin Mountain, who had spoken, took the initiative and immediately unleashed a clash of the strongest spells.

"boom!"

Wei Tianjun swung his fists, and with one punch, the world turned upside down, sending the True Lord of Qilin Mountain flying.

"True Lord Dou is indeed skilled in battle. Let me lend a hand!" Another demon clan True Lord spoke up, joining the battle to hunt down True Lord Wei.

"boom!"

However, Wei Tianjun was in complete control, maintaining an absolute advantage and dominating the two demon lords, aiming to cripple or kill them as quickly as possible.

“Wei Tianjun, you are committing heinous acts. We have come today to end this chaos.”

Four True Lords attacked in succession, one of whom, a powerful demon lord of his own dojo, brought with him all the ancient secrets of his dojo, making him far more powerful than the others. Moreover, he single-handedly confronted Wei Tianjun head-on.

"I have also mastered the Supreme Technique." This great True Lord resisted Wei Tianjun's various spells one after another.

He also carried a powerful artifact, a black talisman left behind by an ancient sage. Although it was dim, it still unleashed a wisp of boundless divine power through a special secret technique, dealing terrifying damage comparable to a strike from an immortal.

When the six powerful True Lords attacked together, even the Doubu True Lord, who was most skilled in direct combat, would shed blood.

"Come!" Wei Tianjun glared angrily, his hair and beard standing on end. But how could he possibly withstand six powerful True Monarchs by himself?
Moreover, these six True Lords all carried supreme treasures of the Immortal level.

Meanwhile, the other three True Lords who had not yet made a move had already blocked Wei Tianjun's retreat route to prevent him from escaping back to the capital. This showed that they were determined to kill Wei Tianjun.

"boom!"

Wei Tianjun was struck by an extremely terrifying divine power, coughing up blood and flying backward. It was a black talisman that delivered a fatal blow. If he hadn't forcibly used the Gouchen Emperor Fist to defend himself, he would have been reduced to ashes by now.

Wei Tianjun was defeated. A large hole was torn open in his chest, and the foreign Dao traces that he could not expel were eroding his body and soul. He fell down, but then forced himself to get up again. His fighting spirit grew stronger and stronger as he continued to fight.

"boom!"

But Wei Zhenjun bled again, struck by several immortal divine powers, all brought by the immortal foundations of those Zhenjun. He coughed up blood, his hemp clothes were soaked with scarlet blood, turning into blazing white flames, and his whole body was burning in the battle.

"boom!"

This time, Wei Tianjun suffered a severe injury, losing an arm completely. This was a serious injury that was irreversible, just like the old sword master of the Sword Inquiry Dojo.

His face was covered in blood, every strand of white hair stained with thick blood—some from enemies, but mostly from himself. He was too weak to fight anymore.

"The last glimmer of human warriors has vanished today."

Nine powerful True Lords surrounded Wei Tianjun, resembling indestructible black mountains. One of the True Lords spoke indifferently: "The Ji family's desire to become immortals is nothing but a joke."

"In the end, we lost." Wei Tianjun sighed, looking up at the sky. He was too badly injured, and his life was as faint as a candle flame, about to be extinguished in the wind.

In the capital city, everyone sighed with sorrow. The grand undertaking orchestrated by the Empress Dowager was about to come to an end.

"This..." Chen Xuan sighed. Wei Tianjun could not change the outcome; Emperor Ji had lost.

The Celestial Palace is irreversible.

"Gentlemen, please stop."

Suddenly, an ancient sigh echoed from within the imperial palace, drifting across the sky and clearly reaching the Great Ruins.

This is the voice of Emperor Ji.

"Alas." The drumming on the palace wall stopped, and the slender woman let out a sigh of pity.

The matter of Emperor Ji's ascension to immortality came to an end.

"Woo..."

Within the imperial palace, countless ancient and regretful voices rang out one after another, and beams of light appeared on the palace walls, gradually spreading an aura originating from ancient times.

But as the night wind blew across the land, everyone's spirits sank.

The end for Emperor Ji has come.

(End of this chapter)