From the fake emperor to the concubine

Such a precious treasure, and it's been destroyed just like that.

The many monks who were still taking refuge at the Fanyin Temple were heartbroken and their hearts were bleeding with regret.

It was as if that magical artifact belonged to them.

A female cultivator frowned slightly, her jade finger lightly touching her lips: "Although this spirit sword is extremely powerful, the price to pay for wielding such power is probably not small."

“That’s right. With such immense power, the price must be enormous. Perhaps even the sect leader of the Li Huo Sect will lose half his life.” A burly man shook his head and sighed, his rough hands unconsciously stroking the hilt of his sword.

"Sect Master Liehuo is truly righteous." The crowd echoed, their words tinged with respect.

"We owe the Li Huo Sect a life, and we will repay them if we have the opportunity in the future."

No one doubted this conclusion.

After all, looking across the entire Eastern Wilderness, no one would believe that a cultivator could unleash such powerful and terrifying sword energy.

Even the ancient monsters who had lived for hundreds of years were silent at this moment, their turbid eyes flashing with doubt and uncertainty.

Not only did they think so, but even those standing right behind Zheng Yi at this very moment, who had witnessed Zheng Yi's actions, couldn't believe their eyes.

Jian Shisan's usually cold and stern face was now distorted with shock, and his hand holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

Meng Feiyang was stunned, as if struck by lightning, and froze on the spot.

Ding dong!

Ding dong!

The two flying swords fell to the ground one after the other because they lost their master's control.

One is the number one swordsman in the Eastern Wilderness, and the other is a young master whose strength is improving rapidly and who will surely become famous in the Eastern Wilderness in the future.

At this moment, he couldn't even hold his own sword.

"This is impossible?" Jian Shisan's sword heart almost collapsed in an instant.

His swordsmanship beliefs, honed over hundreds of years, were as fragile as paper before this single sword strike. A metallic taste rose in his throat, which he forced down.

"Is this the ultimate swordsmanship?" Meng Feiyang was completely mesmerized, his pupils reflecting the sword light that had not yet completely dissipated.

His fingers twitched unconsciously, as if still mimicking the trajectory of the sword strike. "This is...too gorgeous, too terrifying!"

Their eyes held longing, the very heart of every swordsman seeking the way of the sword. But in an instant, that longing was replaced by despair.

Because after seeing this sword energy and feeling its incredibly violent, vast, and profound aura, like an abyss.

Meng Feiyang realized almost instantly that even if he worked hard his whole life, he would never be able to reach that level.

That feeling is like an ant gazing up at the sky; even imagining it is a luxury.

What in this world could be more despairing than seeing the end yet being unable to reach it no matter what?
The sect leader of the Li Huo Sect, Lie Huo, also looked extremely pale, with a faint bluish tinge and bulging veins on his forehead, resembling twisted earthworms.

Since the appearance of this sword energy, he realized that the spirit sword he had poured his heart and soul into, expending countless rare and precious materials accumulated by the Li Huo Sect, was the one on which he had placed his hopes.

They were already "dead" before they had even actually killed any valuable targets.

That's right, Liehuo felt that his Lihuo Sword was dead. His rough hands pressed hard on the hilt, completely unable to feel the spiritual energy that danced like flames on the sword.

Before this sword energy, even the sharpest sword or the most powerful spirit sword is no different from a child's toy.

The Blazing Fire Sword was still sheathed. But even without drawing the sword, Lie Huo could already see that the fiery light on the blade had completely dimmed, turning it into an ordinary iron sword.

Liehuo felt a tightness in his chest, as if he had been stabbed in the heart, and he felt like killing someone.

Feng Tianji, the owner of Hongchenfang, suddenly opened his eyes wide, his narrow phoenix eyes flashing with a sharp light.

He stared intently at Zheng Yi from head to toe, his gaze sharp as if trying to see right through the man.

In the past, Zheng Yi was just a nobody in Feng Tianji's eyes. But now, Feng Tianji regards Zheng Yi as the number one expert in the Eastern Wilderness.

Even someone as powerful as Jian Shisan paled in comparison to this sword energy.

Feng Tianji didn't care whether Zheng Yi's skill was genuine or whether he had used some kind of magic weapon.

Whatever it may be, it doesn't change the fact that this sword energy was released from Zheng Yi's hand.

Even if the power of this sword energy he unleashes in the future is only one-tenth of its current power.

No one in the entire Eastern Wilderness could withstand his attack.

This can be seen from Jian Shisan's ashen face. This number one swordsman of the Eastern Wilderness now looks utterly dejected, as if he has lost his soul.

"Amitabha!" Zhenjing, who had been practicing her internal energy to heal her injuries, opened her eyes at some point. A rare look of surprise appeared on the old monk's wrinkled face.

Even this enlightened monk, who had transcended worldly views, was speechless with shock at Zheng Yi's ruthless methods.

Of all the people, only Qiu Miaoyin was truly happy that Zheng Yi was able to defeat the extraterrestrial demons.

She gently covered her lips with her slender hand, her eyes sparkling.

"Oh my god, that's wonderful! Sect Leader Zheng, you've vanquished the extraterrestrial demons and saved our Eastern Wilderness!" Her voice, as clear as a nightingale's song, was filled with joy.

Qiu Miaoyin's face was flushed, which added a touch of liveliness and brightness to her originally aloof temperament.

A gentle breeze stirred, lifting a few strands of hair from her forehead, adding to her lively charm. Her bright, misty eyes, still brimming with shock, were now filled with joy and curiosity.

Zheng Yi turned around, and the sword energy that had not yet completely dissipated reflected a seven-colored halo behind him, making him look like a god.

Just as he was about to speak, the fragments of the extraterrestrial demon that had been shattered by the sword energy suddenly flew back from all directions.

Countless black fragments wriggled like living things, tracing eerie paths in the void and emitting chilling wriggling sounds.

Before anyone could understand what was happening, the extraterrestrial demon reverted to its original form.

However, at this moment he was transparent and had no physical form, and his body was shrouded in a dark red ominous aura, flickering like a will-o'-the-wisp.

It is less like the original extraterrestrial demon and more like the soul of an extraterrestrial demon.

Not to mention Jian Shisan and the others, even Zheng Yi, who was always mentally strong, couldn't help but gasp in amazement, cursing inwardly, "Damn, they're still alive after all this!"

This was a magical artifact given to him by Fang Zhuo, the Sword God, a former master of the Enlightenment stage. It can unleash sword energy at the level of an Enlightenment stage cultivator.

Below the Enlightenment stage, all beings are equal; absolutely no creature below the Enlightenment stage could withstand this sword strike. The extraterrestrial demons are powerful, but only because of their unique environment.

Zheng Yi stared at the dark red light, his heart filled with turmoil.

Even attacks from those at the Enlightenment stage couldn't touch him? Now, he was completely helpless.

Xiao Jian was his last resort; Zheng Yi never imagined he would fail.

The extraterrestrial demon, now in spirit form, is much smaller than before, only about six stories tall, and its intimidating power is greatly diminished.

But the illusory body only made it more eerie, as if it were in another world completely different from theirs.

The man's single eye was fixed on Zheng Yi, its pupil burning with hatred and filled with venom.

"Outsider, you are not of this world. Go back to your world." The hoarse voice was like sandpaper rubbing against the skin, sending chills down one's spine.

A strange red light began to emanate from the extraterrestrial demon. The light twisted and writhed like a living thing, gradually forming a huge vortex.

Zheng Yi immediately felt as if the whole world was beginning to reject his existence.

The surrounding air became thick and sticky, and a repulsive force emanated from the ground beneath my feet. It was as if I were underwater, with people on all sides desperately pushing me, trying to squeeze me out of this world.

"Here we go again!" Zheng Yi was utterly speechless. He tried to circulate his spiritual energy to resist, but the spiritual power within his body was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, completely powerless.

Back when he fought against the Azure Moon Rock Emperor, he was tricked by this guy twice. The first time was when he was pulled into his Origin World by the Azure Moon Flame Emperor, and the second time was during the final battle with the Azure Moon Flame Emperor, which resulted in him arriving in the Eastern Wilderness World.

Now, this extraterrestrial demon has also resorted to this tactic.

Zheng Yi gave a bitter smile, a sense of powerlessness welling up inside him.

His body had begun to gradually become transparent, as if it might dissipate into the air at any moment.

But there's nothing I can do about it.

Jian Shisan and the others also sensed the change in Zheng Yi and took a half step back in unison.

At the same time, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Zheng Yi's strength was too terrifying. If he had stayed in the Eastern Wilderness, the entire landscape of the cultivation world would probably have been rewritten.

His ability to leave the Eastern Wilderness might not be a bad thing. Therefore, surprisingly, no one offered help immediately.

Liehuo even curled his lips slightly upward, revealing a hint of pleasure in his smile.

"Amitabha!" Even the highly virtuous monk Zhenjing, who was praised by everyone, closed his eyes and recited a Buddhist chant.

He then fell silent.

Only Qiu Miaoyin, after realizing what had happened, immediately wanted to rush forward to help.

With light, delicate steps, her skirt fluttering, she stretched out her jade-like hand and passed right through Zheng Yi's body without any hindrance.

Zheng Yi smiled and shook his head, raising his hand to signal Qiu Miaoyin to stop: "Sect Leader Qiu, please stay away from me, lest I implicate you later."

His voice was steady, yet carried an irresistible power.

Qiu Miaoyin paused, her delicate hand clenched into a fist, her nails digging deep into her palm.

"If Sect Master Qiu wishes to help, could you please bring two people with you?" Zheng Yi's figure had become semi-transparent, yet he still maintained a composed demeanor: "One is Bi Yao, the Holy Maiden of my Hehuan Sect, and the other is Qing Ming Si Long, the Vice Sect Master of my Hehuan Sect. I'm sure Sect Master Qiu is familiar with these two."

Zheng Yi didn't even describe the two people's appearances to Qiu Miaoyin, believing that she certainly knew.

"Alright, I'll be right back. Sect Leader Zheng, please hold on." Qiu Miaoyin pursed her lips, a resolute glint in her eyes. With a light touch of her lotus feet, she was already a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye. In the next blink, the azure figure disappeared from everyone's sight, heading straight into the depths of the Hehuan Sect.

At this time, the Hehuan Sect had been ravaged by several consecutive battles and was no longer recognizable. The base of the mountain-protecting array was shattered into several pieces, the spiritual patterns were dim and lifeless, the palaces were in ruins, and wisps of smoke were still rising from the broken walls.

After Qiu Miaoyin left, Zheng Yi's lips curled up slightly, and his gaze passed over the raging fire, landing directly on Jian Shisan.

“Senior Sword Thirteen,” Zheng Yi’s voice carried a hint of amusement.

"Although my Hehuan Sect is a demonic sect, this time, we can be considered to have saved the entire Eastern Wilderness. You don't object to that, do you?"

Before he could finish speaking, Liehuo snorted disdainfully, flicking his sleeve and creating a scorching wave of air: "Stop trying to glorify yourself! These extraterrestrial demons couldn't possibly be here for a stroll and a cup of tea. They haven't appeared in the Eastern Wilderness for thousands of years. Why would they suddenly appear today?"

Liehuo stepped forward, his finger almost touching Zheng Yi's nose: "Don't tell me this has nothing to do with your Hehuan Sect!"

Zheng Yi didn't even glance at Lie Huo, his gaze fixed intently on Jian Shisan. His deep eyes seemed to hold the shimmering stars: "I can guarantee that the extraterrestrial demons have absolutely no connection to me."

His voice was soft, but every word was clear: "Whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you."

Seeing that Liehuo was about to say something, Zheng Yi sighed softly: "I'm sure you can see that my time is running out."

As he spoke, he raised his increasingly ethereal arm and waved it in front of Jian Shisan: "If senior wants to stall for time until I am expelled from the Eastern Wilderness by the extraterrestrial demons, I will have no complaints."

Having fought alongside these people before, Zheng Yi had long since seen through them.

Although the cultivators considered themselves to be no longer among ordinary people.

However, in Zheng Yi's eyes, they are no different from ordinary people.

Ultimately, they still possess human nature, with the same strengths and weaknesses as normal humans.

The reason I ignored Liehuo was because although he seemed rough, he actually had a lot of ulterior motives.

His carelessness is just a disguise.

Jian Shisan is different; people who are devoted to the way of the sword tend to have simpler minds.

Of course, he wasn't without his own thoughts. No matter how devoted he was to the way of the sword, he was still a person with his own ideas.

It's just that compared to some people, it's purer and simpler.

In order to prevent Jian Shisan from being affected by the raging fire, Zheng Yi even used a little provocation.

He made no attempt to hide his intention to provoke the other party, clearly telling Jian Shisan, "I'm deliberately trying to provoke you."

Jian Shisan snorted disdainfully, his sleeves fluttering even without wind: "Regardless of whether you provoked this extraterrestrial demon, I admit that you did indeed save the entire Eastern Wilderness."

"Without you, the Eastern Wilderness would probably have been destroyed by the extraterrestrial demons by now."

His gaze was sharp as a sword, piercing straight to the heart: "Make any requests you may have, as long as they do not violate my principles, I will never refuse."

Seeing how readily he agreed, Liehuo became anxious. His flushed face turned purple, making him look like a boiled crab: "Martial Madman, have you gone mad?! This guy is a demon from the Hehuan Sect, aren't you afraid he'll make some outrageous demands?" (End of Chapter)