Shrouding the Heavens: Simultaneous Transmigration, Heavenly Emperor's Stern Father

"I have been stuck in the mid-Nascent Soul stage for a hundred years, and I know that it is difficult for one person to support the entire sect."

Fellow Daoist Ye possesses extraordinary talent and should have been a pillar of the cultivation world in my Yue Kingdom, but alas, he refuses to accept such a position.

"Since that's the case, then let this old man see just how much you, this Nascent Soul cultivator who single-handedly subdued Tai Nan Valley, really amount to."

Linghu Laozu raised his right hand.

Ye Chen also raised his right hand.

Two distinctly different bursts of spiritual energy exploded simultaneously in the center of the hall, tearing the air apart and pressing countless cracks into the ground.

Battle is imminent.

"Xiao Han, Yunzhi."

Ye Chen suddenly spoke, without turning his head.

"Take Nangong Wan out; the scene that follows isn't suitable for you."

Without saying a word, Han Li led Han Yunzhi and Nangong Wan away.

As Nangong Wan was being dragged out of the main hall, she couldn't help but look back one last time.

Under the moonlight, the shadows of the two Nascent Soul cultivators were stretched extremely long, casting their confrontational silhouettes on the mottled palace walls.

She suddenly had a feeling... that from tonight onwards, the rules of the cultivation world in Yue Kingdom would no longer be the rules she was familiar with.

The palace doors slammed shut behind them.

The oppressive aura of the two Nascent Soul cultivators emanated from the crack in the door, causing the ancient trees all over the mountain to creak and groan.

Han Li stood on the stone steps outside the hall, looked up at the starry sky, exhaled a breath of white air, looked down at his empty palms, and then clenched them slightly.

"Ancestor Linghu..."

He thought to himself, "Your biggest mistake was underestimating my father's strength. After all, even I don't know just how strong he really is!"

……

The main hall of Yellow Maple Valley.

Moonlight streamed in through the broken palace doors.

The two opposing figures are projected onto the mottled bluestone ground.

Inside the main hall, the original dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators had already retreated to all sides.

Hong Fu and several other Core Formation elders, including Li Huayuan, originally wanted to leave Huangfeng Valley, but they found that the valley had already been surrounded by numerous arrays, making escape impossible.

In an instant, everyone's face turned deathly pale.

All eyes were fixed on the two suffocating spiritual pressures in the center of the hall.

Linghu Laozu took a deep breath, his withered fingers slowly clenching into a fist inside his sleeve.

"I've lived for eight hundred years and seen arrogant people, but I've never seen anyone as arrogant as you."

His voice was hoarse and deep, and layers of earthy yellow light surged from his body. The immense pressure of a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator swept over the entire hall as if it were a tangible force.

The candles in the hall had long since been extinguished.

But the brilliance of the two illuminated the palace as if it were daytime.

The ground could not withstand the pressure from the two forces and began to crack between the two people.

Cracks spread outwards like a spider web, climbing along the walls and all the way to the roof, with gravel and dust falling in a flurry.

"If you won't take on the role of Supreme Elder, then let's see who's the real deal with their skills."

Before he finished speaking, Linghu Laozu formed a hand seal.

Seven bronze-colored rings suddenly appeared in front of him, each one covered with dense runes, and emitted a deep hum as it vibrated.

The seven copper rings suddenly came together.

It transformed into a halo of light about ten feet long, descending upon Ye Chen.

At the same time, he opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of crimson flames, which swelled upon contact with the wind and transformed into a fire phoenix spreading its wings, following closely behind the copper ring as it pounced on Ye Chen.

He once used this combo of moves—the copper ring binding and the fiery phoenix burning his body—to defeat a Nascent Soul cultivator.

However, faced with such a powerful attack, Ye Chen stood still, without moving an inch.

He raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a fist, and the dark power of the Devouring Heaven Demon Art surged from his palm, transforming into a giant black hand.

That hand grabbed the falling copper ring!

The seven copper rings trembled wildly in the divine power, and the runes flickered desperately, but they were like snakes being strangled at their vital point, and even the buzzing sound was abruptly cut off.

Then, the black hand clenched tightly, and all seven copper rings shattered simultaneously, turning into countless fragments.

The fire phoenix followed closely behind, but Ye Chen didn't even raise his head, and lightly tapped with his left index finger.

A jet of dark divine power shot out, striking the fire phoenix squarely between the eyebrows.

The fire phoenix let out a mournful cry, and its crimson flames, as if doused with ink, rapidly turned black and decayed from the inside out.

In the blink of an eye, it dissipated into a cloud of black ash, which fell softly onto the bluestone ground beneath the feet of Patriarch Linghu.

"How is that possible?!"

Linghu Laozu's pupils suddenly contracted.

Throughout his life, he had fought against Nascent Soul cultivators and witnessed all sorts of supernatural powers and magical treasures, but he had never seen anyone break his natal magical treasure so casually.

That wasn't a knockback, that wasn't a deflection, it was a complete crushing!

"Use whatever other tricks you have up your sleeve."

Ye Chen stood with his hands behind his back and spoke calmly.

"It's not over yet!"

Linghu Laozu let out a low shout and suddenly retreated, his hands tapping several times in front of him.

One after another, five-colored beams of light shot out from the void, and the power of the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth transformed into five chains, which simultaneously wrapped around Ye Chen from five directions.

This is the Five Elements Binding Immortal Formation that he obtained from ancient ruins. With his own mid-Nascent Soul cultivation level, it is enough to trap three Nascent Soul cultivators at the same time.

Five chains coiled around him like dragons, and Ye Chen finally moved.

He took a step forward, but only one step.

The pitch-black Devouring Heaven Demonic Power surged around him like a living thing, transforming into five black tentacles that shot towards the five chains simultaneously.

The moment the whiskers collided with the chains...

The power of the five elements was completely devoured; gold turned into dark gold, cyan into withered green, blue into stagnant water, red into cold gray, and yellow into scorched earth.

The power of the five elements was devoured and transformed.

The five chains rotted and crumbled in the blink of an eye, turning into countless specks of light.

With that step, Ye Chen had already closed the distance to within three zhang of Linghu Patriarch.

Linghu Laozu's expression changed drastically, and an ancient mirror suddenly flew out from his sleeve.

The mirror was dark gold in color, with densely packed ancient seal script engraved along its edges. This was his natal magic weapon, which he had nurtured for hundreds of years...

Mysterious Heavenly Demon-Suppressing Mirror!

The ancient mirror hung high, and a thick, dark golden beam of light suddenly descended, intending to pin Ye Chen to the spot.

Back then, he used this mirror to suppress a powerful demon of the same level.

Wherever the beam of light passed, ripples spread through the void, each ripple enough to easily shatter a Core Formation cultivator.

However, Linghu Laozu discovered that, faced with such a terrifying attack, Ye Chen merely glanced up at the ancient mirror.

His eyes suddenly turned as black as an abyss.

Deep within his pupils, the faint phantom of the six realms of reincarnation seemed to be spinning.

The devouring power of the Devouring Demon Art condensed into two black beams, which shot out from his eyes and collided head-on with the dark gold pillar of light.

boom!

The beam of light began to crack inch by inch from the center, and the cracks flowed upwards, extending directly to the ancient mirror itself.

The ancient mirror let out a mournful cry, and the entire mirror shook violently, with dense cracks appearing on its surface.

Linghu Laozu's mind was connected to the ancient mirror, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood, his aura suddenly weakening.

When his natal magic weapon was damaged, his nascent soul was also injured.

"you……"

Linghu Laozu had barely uttered a single word when Ye Chen's figure vanished from the spot.

The next instant, a slender hand reached out from the void, its five fingers spread wide, and firmly gripped the neck of Patriarch Linghu.