Just invincible, the reincarnation wife asked me to give her inheritance

Chapter 194: Alarming the Heavenly Gods, a Great Power Appears in the Underworld?
"How could this be?"

The saints were shocked. Regardless of their rank or status, all the powerful members of the saintly race were deeply moved by this scene.

That enormous, boundless, umbrella-shaped black tower exuded a suffocating pressure, originating from the power of the Yin Emperor's rules, ruthlessly drawing Tuoba Xiong and many of his clansmen into it.

For countless years, the myth of the underworld's authority—that it could not touch the Holy Clan and could not receive its members—was shattered in an instant.

The powerful figures who were preparing to aid Tuoba Xiong were suppressing their auras at this moment.

Their gazes were filled with deep apprehension, sensing from the Deathly Flame and the umbrella-shaped black tower the supreme authority belonging to the Underworld Emperor.

"Returning home in triumph."

Overjoyed, Tian Si immediately used his soul power to shrink the umbrella-shaped black tower to three inches, hovering in his palm.

All the Yin soldiers and generals, along with the two Yellow Springs Lords, did not hesitate at all. They sounded the drums to withdraw their troops, their entire bodies once again transforming from solid to ethereal, and returned to the Underworld.

In a short while, the Netherworld above Tuoba Holy City disappeared, and the boundless darkness was once again illuminated by light.

"The King of the Underworld... The King of the Underworld has been born in the underworld!"

"Ten thousand years have passed. This Yin Emperor today is probably not so easy to deal with, as he has actually created two great origin rules!"

"Tuoba Xiong has been taken away by the King of Hell of Dongchuan. Are we next?"

The divine senses of all directions trembled. The sudden change made them dare not act rashly, and they could only watch as Tian Si led the Yin soldiers and generals away.

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Divine Ruins.

Within the Celestial Realm, the dwelling place of the Celestial Race.

The territory is vast and boundless, with the sky and sea of ​​clouds surging like silver waves.

Cranes cried out as they flitted among the jade pavilions, revealing ancient and majestic dragon veins stretching endlessly, their spiritual energy swirling amidst a myriad of purple clouds.

Many ancient cities also stand on the plains, and they were once prosperous and thriving.

At the highest point of the universe, beyond the reach of mortals, at the edge of the sky, divine light cascades down like a waterfall, illuminating temples perched atop the clouds.

The halls, large and small, are countless, gleaming with gold and dazzling the world.

This is the Heavenly Palace, the supreme place overlooking all living beings and surpassing the seven realms.

And above the Heavenly Palace, in that direction of endless frost and swirling snow.

There is also a grand hall with glazed tiles, white jade steps, and a towering pillar with a golden ancient dragon coiled around it, looking down coldly at everything in the world.

This is the Imperial Palace, the residence of the sole supreme god, the sole ruler, and the inviolable Heaven among the many celestial races.

He has been in seclusion for 100,000 years, living in seclusion within the Seven Realms. He possesses the blood of an ancient celestial dragon and seventy-two mysterious arts. Legend has it that he transcends the laws of the Seven Realms and is not bound by order.

Today, a boy in white robes walked out of the imperial palace and stood quietly waiting below the white jade steps.

Further towards the Heavenly Palace, a middle-aged man, surrounded by golden blood flames, strode forward amidst a vast expanse of divine light.

"Yan Kui, you've kept me waiting for too long."

The boy in white spoke calmly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

The visitor was a Heavenly God of the Yan Clan, the supreme leader of the entire Yan Clan.

"Lord Dragon Attendant, please calm down. Some problems have arisen in the mortal realm. The Human Emperor has refused to pay tribute this time, killed many of my Yan Clan's powerful members, and made a threatening statement that he will no longer pay tribute in the future."

As Yan Kui finished speaking, the white-robed boy, known as the Dragon Servant, merely let out a soft "hmm" and was not particularly moved.

It seems that in his eyes, the problems of the human world were not enough to stir his heart, and the so-called human emperor posed no threat whatsoever.

"You can just kill that Human Emperor. In this vast human realm, what difference does it make who takes the throne?"

Yan Kui remained silent for a moment, his eyes revealing a serious expression. Clearly, the problem that had arisen was not so easy to solve.

"The Human Emperor has broken through to the Dao Saint level."

After speaking, Long Shi's calm face finally showed emotion, filled with surprise. Since ancient times, the mortal realm has never produced a strong person who has reached the Great Saint realm, let alone a Dao Saint, who is at the pinnacle of the Three Saints.

If that's the case, it is indeed quite tricky.

When will Tian leave the pass?

Yan Kui asked again, glancing at the imperial palace above the white jade steps, a palace that looked down upon the seven realms.

"Heaven is the Holy Emperor of the Seven Realms, the Lord of the Seven Realms. How could he easily emerge from seclusion just because of a Human Emperor?"

The dragon servant shook his head, his fingertips flitting as he cast a spell. Soon, instructions were relayed, spreading throughout the Heavenly Palace and notifying many other gods.

"One human emperor might not be enough, but what if we add a demon emperor at the Dao Saint realm?"

Space distorted, and Lei Wuyai, the Thunder Clan God, stepped out.

"The Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm, perhaps having reached a consensus with the Human Emperor, has been destroying the Heavenly Pillars everywhere, causing considerable damage."

Upon hearing this, Long Shi felt even more heavy-hearted. How could even the Demon Emperor of the Demon Realm have been elevated to the rank of Dao Saint?
"The Heaven has been in seclusion for 100,000 years. In recent years, the pressure exerted by the Celestial Race on the outside world has become increasingly shaky. They are no longer willing to serve the Heaven, nor are they willing to let their people risk their lives for the Celestial Race. If this continues, the Heaven's position will be in jeopardy."

Lei Wuyai spoke again, and this was not an exaggeration. Both the Human Emperor and the Demon Emperor were currently at the Dao Saint Realm, standing among the top powerhouses of the Seven Realms.

Without the intervention of the heavens, even the gods of the Flame Clan and Thunder Clan would find it difficult to suppress them.

"I will report this matter to Tian in detail, but there is no guarantee that I will receive a response."

As Long Shi pondered, three figures suddenly rushed towards him from outside the Heavenly Palace.

"Lord Dragon Attendant!"

One of them kept screaming in agony, his whole body wrapped in a pale white flame, which startled a large number of Celestial Clan members along the way, who all turned to look.

The Dragon Servant frowned: "I told you to collect the City God's Seal, how did it turn out like this?"

The golden-robed man at the head of the group roared in agony, "Lord Dragon Attendant, save me! I can't extinguish this white ghost fire!"

The dragon servant's gaze was sharp, and he was somewhat annoyed.

"You can't even handle a hellfire from the underworld? Have you wasted all these years of cultivation?"

With a flick of his sleeve, Yan Kui, the Heavenly God of the Yan Clan, released his own fire essence, covering the golden-robed man's body, preparing to devour the raging flames.

"Get out of here, don't delay our important discussion."

Yan Kui appeared extremely impatient, and even somewhat disgusted by the stupidity.

The problems between the Human Emperor and the Demon Emperor were already causing them considerable annoyance.

As a dignified general of the Golden Clan, how could he not even handle the hellfire of the underworld? Such a pathetic state is hardly respectable.

It should be noted that the Heavenly Gods and Underworld officials of the Underworld have not sent any underworld officials to the Heavenly Palace to recruit people for nearly 100,000 years.

In their eyes, the underworld has a very weak presence and is completely dispensable.

"Thank you, God Yantian! Thank you, God Yantian!"

The man in the golden robe felt his pain lessen and breathed a sigh of relief, quickly expressing his gratitude.

However, before he could report the situation, the white ghost fire, which seemed to be about to disappear, suddenly burst into flames, becoming even more violent and ferocious.

"what!"

His entire body was engulfed in flames, and his screams stopped abruptly after a moment. His physical body and soul were burned to ashes on the spot!

Yan Kui's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

That white netherfire actually devoured his fire essence!
"This……"

Lei Wuyai took a step back, his expression changing slightly.

The dragon attendant's expression froze as he stared at the golden general who had turned to ashes, his tone filled with disbelief: "This hellfire was condensed from a new source of rules. Who in the underworld created this?"

(End of this chapter)