I picked up the scattered attributes

Lu Tiancheng's heart pounded wildly.

Only then did he belatedly realize that his supposedly perfect disguise might not have been able to deceive the powerful Zu Long from beginning to end.

Others may not know about the Imperial Court, but how could the First Emperor not know about it?

"Furthermore, Xia Donghai also carries the aura of the Imperial Court."

Just then, Zu Long slowly added another sentence, and Lu Tiancheng was stunned again: "He also has the aura of the Imperial Court on him? Then who exactly is he...?"

"However, he is different from you."

Zu Long shook his head, walked onto the dragon boat alone, and his figure gradually faded away: "Let's go, we've already been delayed for too long."

After an unknown amount of time, Li Yuan suddenly woke up with a start.

He felt intense soreness all over his body. He rubbed his aching temples, feeling a foggy mind, as if he had just had a long nightmare.

But now, the nightmare has finally ended.

"Fellow Daoist Li Yuan, you're awake?" Yu Hui looked over warily.

boom--

same moment.

The dragon boat tore through the void, its thousand wings fluttering, and sailed out of the burial ground, heading towards the depths of the endless starry sky.

"What is this place?"

The Lord of the Gray Mist looked around in surprise and uncertainty.

An endless stream of light swept rapidly between him and Feng Xia.

Unfortunately, in this strange space-time, he was unable to sense the segment of the Heavenly Dao that he controlled. Although he still maintained his peak strength, he no longer possessed the characteristic of immortality.

In other words, he would die even if he were killed now!

"This is above the heavens, beyond the cycle of reincarnation."

Feng Xia looked serene, with the Heavenly Dragon Eight-Tone Bell floating above his head, casting down endless golden light to protect him.

A butcher's knife appeared in Feng Xia's hand, and a surge of murderous aura erupted from it.

"Whether it's the Nine Heavens or the Ten Earths, they have no jurisdiction over this place."

"This place is under my jurisdiction."

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Chapter 0991

"Is this any of your business?"

The Lord of Gray Mist gazed around, but even with his keen eyesight and knowledge, he could not discern the true nature of the place in a short time.

However, upon hearing Feng Xia's words, he couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle.

"I must say, your joke really made me laugh."

"This spacetime is indeed extremely strange. Even my immortality is restrained by it, but so what?"

The Lord of Gray Mist casually flicked his hand; his movements were not restricted, and terrifying power erupted from his palms.

It was a divine power that Feng Xia had never seen before, full of domineering decisiveness, yet contained within the palm of the Lord of Gray Mist.

It is conceivable that once this supernatural power is unleashed, it will be earth-shattering!

"Even without immortality, I am still countless times stronger than you. The gap between us is wider than the abyss. With just a thought, I can kill you countless times."

Feng Xia smiled and said, "You're welcome to give it a try."

The Lord of Gray Mist raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that Feng Xia's attitude showed absolutely no sign of panic.

Logically speaking, even if Feng Xia made a breakthrough in his cultivation, he would at most be at the God Lord level, while even if he lost his immortality, he would still possess the strength of an Emperor.

The difference between the two is so great that it cannot be measured in miles!

Why is Feng Xia so calm?

"You're panicking."

Seeing this, Feng Xia's smile deepened: "Ying Daoyi, is the panic you're feeling right now stemming from the memories of the creatures in the River Styx, or is it from your own heart?"

Ying Daoyi's laughter suddenly stopped.

Feng Xia shook his head and continued to smile, "Haven't you noticed yet? Although you've broken free from the shackles of the Heavenly Heart Furnace, you already have a human heart, a heart that belongs to this universe, and... it's still a mortal heart."

"you--"

Almost as soon as he finished speaking, Ying Daoyi panicked again.

He quickly realized what was happening, and in a fit of rage, a gray avenue burst forth from his palm, instantly condensing into a large square seal, which descended upon Feng Xia Gai.

click-

Feng Xia was powerless to resist. The gray seal didn't even touch him; the pressure emanating from its fall completely obliterated him!

Boom boom boom boom——

The Lord of Gray Mist caught up and unleashed more than ten more seals before finally stopping, panting heavily.

Sweat dripped from his fingertips, evaporating at his feet. The Lord of Gray Mist glanced at it subconsciously, then froze, a sense of unprecedented absurdity washing over him: "I... am actually sweating?"

Not to mention that becoming a true god is already extraordinary, with one's physical body transformed into a divine body. Unless one encounters an extreme situation, it is impossible for one to break out in a cold sweat.

With his current Emperor-level strength, even if he used multiple great divine abilities in succession to kill Feng Xia, he should not be so exhausted!

"Ying Daoyi, is the panic you feel right now stemming from the memories of the creatures in the River Styx, or from your own heart?"

Feng Xia's voice rang in his ears again, and Ying Daoyi's panic intensified. He roared like a madman, and gray seals blasted out in all directions, shattering the flowing light in all directions. After an unknown amount of time, he finally stopped, panting, with disbelief in his eyes.

His Emperor Realm cultivation was inexhaustible; in less than a breath, his magical power returned to its peak without the slightest loss.

His Great Dao still flourishes like a dragon, more blazing than a star, enough to illuminate every corner of the heavens and myriad worlds.

However, Ying Daoyi noticed that his power was confined within this strange entity and could not travel very far.

More importantly, even though his Dao, magic power, and divine sense were all at their peak, he felt extremely tired.

A profound weariness, originating from the depths of his soul, overwhelmed his entire consciousness.

"An illusion! It's all an illusion!"

Ying Daoyi roared again, and the gray seal blasted out wildly until, at a certain point, he suddenly heard a soft laugh echo in his ears.

"Ying Daoyi, is this all the tricks you have up your sleeve?"

"?!"

Ying Dao turned around abruptly and saw a figure in blue standing not far ahead, his clothes fluttering without wind, and a smile on his face as gentle as a spring breeze.

Summer Breeze!

"You...how could you..."

The dignified Lord of the Gray Mist's pupils contracted; at that moment, he felt a trace of fear.

He knew very well that if any god-king came down with his great seal, he would surely die a horrible death, not to mention that he had previously unleashed more than a hundred gray seals.

Even if Feng Xia had a thousand lives, he would inevitably be blasted to dust, and then even the dust would be scattered, completely obliterated into nothingness, leaving not a single speck of ashes!

But now, Feng Xia has reappeared unharmed!

Do you remember when I mentioned it to you?

Feng Xia smiled broadly and walked leisurely toward Ying Daoyi: "There are some supreme beings who have reached the pinnacle of existence. Their existence is imprinted in time and space. As long as their legends exist in the world, as long as people still remember their names, no matter how many times they pass away, they can return from time and space once again."

Ying Daoyi's pupils contracted again.

He could even feel cold sweat seeping from the back of his neck. Feng Xia's cultivation level was only at the level of a mere God Lord, which was insignificant compared to his full power.

But at this very moment, he was under unprecedented pressure!

Putting aside his extraordinary Daoist powers, the mysterious brown flames brought back very unpleasant memories for him.

If it weren't for the Lord of the Blood Demon temporarily breaking free from the pressure of the Heavenly Dao to help him, he might have perished in the Origin Pavilion and become the first of his companions to fall!

And now, after being killed, Feng Xia has been resurrected in an extremely bizarre way!

Especially when Feng Xia brought up the Imprinted Spacetime again, he couldn't help but have a doubt. Could it be that when Feng Xia mentioned this matter in the Origin Pavilion before, it was already a hint?

"Your strength... could it be that...?"

Ying Daoyi's heart skipped a beat, and a terrible guess came to his mind.

He gained immortality by relying on the flaws in the Heavenly Dao, but he also suffered heavy pressure from the Heavenly Dao as a result. Under normal circumstances, he could only exert power comparable to that of a god.

So--

What about Feng Xia?

Was the divine power that Feng Xia displayed all of his power?

"Congratulations, you guessed it correctly."

A giant clock floated above Feng Xia's head. He snapped his fingers, and one after another, figures of Feng Xia appeared. Some were extremely far removed from this space-time, as if they had come from ancient times, while others were bathed in a hazy glow, the light of the future, which enveloped those figures of Feng Xia.

Countless summer breezes, as if traversing the long river of time, have gathered here at this moment!