The Qi Cultivation Emperor Who Snatches Brides, do you think you're funny?

Ji Han lay in the starry sky, covered in blood, his right hand gripping a broken half of his weapon tightly.

He stared at the blood-stained white figure in the distance, a beast-like roar escaping his throat: "Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

The sword light at the fingertips of the Great Emperor Taixuan was dissipating; that sword strike had severed the foundations of twelve supreme beings.

Standing atop the shattered remains of a star, his coughs were exceptionally clear in the silent universe, each one carrying the weight of broken principles.

Ji Han's knuckles turned white as he clenched his fists, gazing at the figure coughing up blood yet still standing tall under the starry sky.

He suddenly transformed into a blood-red meteor and rushed towards the Big Dipper Starfield, creating a thousand-foot ravine in front of Mo Chen's secluded cultivation realm.

"Come out! You treacherous cowards!" Ji Han's roar shattered three meteorites. "Didn't we agree to join forces to kill Tai Xuan?"

"Young Master Ji, stop." Mo Chen, the Supreme Being, suddenly appeared behind Ji Han, his black robes covered in stardust. "You saw that sword strike just now; it was a power that touched the very essence of existence."

"Shut up!" Ji Han suddenly sprang to his feet, the broken blade pressed against Mo Chen's throat. "You cowards! Didn't you agree to attack together? Why are you all hiding in the shadows!"

Ripples spread across the void, and the phantom of Supreme Ao Lie appeared.

This powerful expert from the forbidden area, renowned for his physical strength, now had a deep, bone-revealing sword wound on his left arm: "You think we didn't make a move?" He tore open his robe to reveal his chest, where a dissipating golden sword intent emanated. "Thirty-two Supreme Beings attacked simultaneously, and they didn't even touch the hem of his garment."

Feng Wuhen's figure solidified on the other side, his silver robe covered in scorch marks: "Do you see those stars?" He pointed to the floating star debris in the distance, each fragment still bearing the aura of a supreme being. "Just now, he unleashed nine hundred and ninety-nine sword energies, each carrying a different Daoist charm."

In reality, they didn't actually make a move; they were merely separated by a starry sky when they were affected by the aftershocks of Tai Xuan's attack!
Ji Han staggered backward, only then realizing that the entire star field was filled with tiny golden specks of light.

Those points of light may seem gentle, but each one is actually a concentrated essence of sword intent.

He suddenly remembered that during the battle just now, Emperor Taixuan had stood still and had not moved an inch.

Mo Chen's figure rippled through the void: "Three days ago, the seven of us Supreme Beings joined forces to deduce the secrets of heaven, and what we saw was the hexagram of the Nine Netherworld Fire burning away the galaxy."

A faint blue flame flickered at his fingertips, reflecting the fear deep within his pupils. "When Tai Xuan's sword intent swept over those Supreme Beings, our Dao hearts trembled—that was power that the Great Emperor Tai Xuan should never possess!"

Ji Han suddenly burst into wild laughter, his laughter accompanied by the cries of a mad sword.

A bloody gash appeared between his brows, and the forbidden secret technique "Soul Burning Curse" enveloped his entire body in crimson light: "Since that's the case, I will personally prove that you are all blind."

Before the words were finished, seven beams of light suddenly shone into the sky in the Big Dipper constellation.

The seven supreme beings simultaneously raised their Dao Palaces, locking Ji Han's violent aura firmly in the void.

Mo Chen's voice came from all directions: "Can the protective golden light left by your father still withstand the combined suppression of the seven of us?"

"Young Master Ji, you are the last bloodline of the Ji family..."

Mo Chen's voice rang out calmly. He did not attack Ji Han, but merely trapped Ji Han for a moment.

……

On the other side of the starry sky, Li Xuan wiped the golden blood from the corner of his mouth.

His palm rested on the hilt of the Samsara Sword, and the phantom of the Three Thousand Worlds appeared on the sword.

Those alien supreme beings who were barely surviving suddenly discovered that their Dao fruits were beginning to flow backward—Tai Xuan was forcibly extracting their essence!

"This is too profound!" Ye Qingcheng arrived, riding her moon wheel, "Your imperial body is already..."

Her words came to an abrupt halt as she saw the Six Paths of Reincarnation array appearing beneath Li Xuan's feet, devouring the starry sky.

Nine blood-red chains shot into the sky from the array, pinning the last seven alien supreme beings to the void.

Their screams transformed into a rain of blood, each drop reflecting Tai Xuan's youthful face as it burned. As the last wisp of supreme aura dissipated, seventy-two crimson stars suddenly shone from the depths of the starry sea.

The moon in the night sky emitted a mournful cry. She saw the stars arranged into a giant hand that blotted out the sky, and the lines on the palm were actually chains that were the embodiment of the Three Thousand Great Daos.

All the supreme beings on the Xuanhuang Emperor Star looked up at the same time, and saw that the originally pitch-black cosmic curtain suddenly rippled like water.

A hand covering half a star field emerged from the void, its palm lines resembling a flowing galaxy.

The moment this palm appeared, the Dao principles of all the supreme beings present trembled.

"They've finally arrived." Emperor Taixuan wiped the imperial blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes seemingly showing solemnity for the first time.

He conjured a longsword in his hand, entirely composed of Dao patterns, its blade radiating the primordial aura of the beginning of chaos.

With a gentle clench of the hand, a star field three light-years away suddenly collapsed into a flat plane.

The rules lose their meaning at this moment, and time and space are crumpled into wrinkled rice paper.

Li Xuan's silhouette was cast on the two-dimensional plane, but then the silhouette suddenly reached out and grabbed the boundary between reality and illusion, forcefully pulling him back into the three-dimensional world.

"Interesting." A soft laugh echoed from the depths of the unknown, a voice like a superposition of echoes from countless timelines. "But an ant is still an ant."

With a flick of his wrist, the chaotic sea beyond the nine heavens poured down.

Each drop of chaotic water was as heavy as a star, yet it transformed into dazzling fireworks the moment it touched the body of the Great Emperor Taixuan within three feet.

Ye Qingcheng suddenly coughed up blood, and a terrifying image appeared on the compass in her hand—the entire Xuanhuang Emperor Star was being erased from the river of time by some being.
Li Xuan's golden blood bloomed into the other shore flower in the void, each petal engraved with ancient divine script.

The Samsara Sword in his hand began to disintegrate, transforming into nine galaxies stretching across the starry sky. "You maggots hiding in the shadows, we've been waiting for you for a long time."

When the giant palm pressed down, the chaotic energy from beyond the Thirty-Three Heavens poured into the mortal realm.

Ye Qingcheng saw cracks appear on Li Xuan's weapon, and the so-called eternal and indestructible Star Gold turned into dust under the palm wind.

Even more terrifying, she discovered that the lunar laws she had mastered were disappearing—that giant hand was rewriting the fundamental principles of this world!
"A frog in a well." A sneer echoed from the depths of the void, the profound truth of the Great Dao contained within the voice shattering the primordial spirits of three human Saint Lords. "You think you can glimpse the true Dao of Heaven by ruling over a pond?"

Li Xuan's pupils suddenly turned pure gold, and the burning imperial blood behind him condensed into twelve wings of light.

He reached out and tore off his disintegrating left arm, golden blood gushing from the broken bones transforming into a guillotine: "This emperor truly doesn't know how high the heavens are—" the guillotine shattered three thousand chains of Dao principles, "but at least I know that your reach has gone too far!"

When the sword light shone, all the supreme beings saw their reflections shatter and reform on the sword.

Countless cracks suddenly appeared on the giant hand in the unknown land, and from each crack surged a dazzling light beyond comprehension.

As the light faded, everyone saw that the hem of Emperor Taixuan's robe was finally torn, and a long sword with Dao patterns was clearly stuck in the palm of that colossal hand that blotted out the sky.

"Brilliant!" Applause erupted from the unknown realm, causing the entire universe to tremble. "As a creature from the lower realm, you actually managed to wound my hand." Suddenly, the giant hand burst into pale white flames, instantly healing the sword wound. "Now it's my turn."

Ye Qingcheng suddenly screamed, "No!" She saw that the Tai Xuan Emperor's white hair was turning black, a sign of reversing time.

But it was too late. With a flick of the giant hand, countless spatial rifts appeared around Emperor Taixuan, each rift reflecting his appearance at different times.

"Tai Xuan" Ye Qingcheng frantically activated the compass, only to find that her existence was being rewritten by some kind of force.

She saw her palms begin to turn transparent, her memories slipping away like grains of sand. Just as her consciousness was about to fade, Ye Qingcheng realized that the powerful being who had emerged from the unknown was erasing all traces of Li Xuan!
"No!"

Ye Qingcheng's sorrowful voice rang out, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes. She was going to find his father!
Avenge Li Xuan!
(End of this chapter)