Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

"The Immortal-Slaying Gourd!"

With a soft call from Xu Jinhuan, the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, carved from black jade, was completely revived.

This time, it wasn't like on the Daoist platform, where they passively protected their master and fought against each other.

A murderous intent that made all the heavens tremble poured out from the mouth of the gourd, which was no bigger than a palm.

That is the Emperor's might.

The true and complete power of a newly born deity, born from the ancient military spirit.

At this moment, Yang Yang's eyes were bloodshot!

How could he not recognize this gourd?

An endless black tide of sword energy swept outwards from Xu Jinhuan, turning the sky black and obscuring the sun, moon, and stars.

The divine water of the moon transformed into a dark dragon, coiling around Xu Jinhuan's body, its head held high, looking down upon all living beings.

The emperor's might descended, as if the sky were collapsing.

"How is this possible?"

"That gourd, could it be an imperial weapon? Imperial weapons are few and far between in the Eastern Wilderness, when has the Purple Mansion ever possessed such a weapon of destruction!"

"Wasn't that disciple surnamed Xu killed by Master Xuansong with a single palm strike? How did he come back to life!"

"An illusion? A substitution technique? Or some kind of Taoist magic that we cannot fathom?"

Some people forced themselves to lift their heads, trying to see the true appearance of the black gourd and to search their memories for the origin of this imperial weapon.

But soon, they were no longer able to think.

Because the Immortal-Slaying Gourd is still undergoing further revival.

The black sea of ​​sword energy continued to expand, enveloping the entire Purple Mansion Holy Land and even the sky within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.

Under the emperor's might, all living beings bowed their heads.

One by one, the disciples and elders of the Purple Mansion Holy Land knelt down.

The cultivators of the five major peaks—Tian Shu Peak, Piao Miao Peak, Yun Dao Peak, and so on—regardless of their cultivation level or seniority, all knelt and pressed their foreheads to the ground before this fully revived imperial might.

Some people tried to resist with their Dao heart, but the moment they came into contact with that oppressive force, blood seeped from their seven orifices, their souls trembled violently, and they dared not struggle in the slightest.

Next came the observers from the various religions of the Eastern Wilderness.

Those Sendai cultivators from various holy lands, aristocratic families, and ancient religions—their pride, their reserve, their status and position—were utterly worthless before the resurrected imperial weapon.

Of all the people in the room, only one person was still able to stand.

Fairy Zixia.

She stood at the edge of the vast ocean of sword energy, the black waves automatically splitting three feet in front of her.

An extremely sharp and icy killing intent filled the heavens and earth, yet not a single trace of it landed on her.

Because she had once established a connection with the deity inside the gourd through her mind.

In a sense, she is also the owner of this imperial weapon, and the imperial weapon will not harm her.

At this moment, Lin Suwen had already given up on the idea of ​​activating the Purple Tower.

She stared blankly at the figure surrounded by a sea of ​​sword energy in the void, feeling a sense of absurd unreality.

Yang Yang, however, was still barely kneeling.

He held the jade-like green bamboo in his hand, which burst forth with dazzling blue light, expanding a domain about ten feet in diameter around him.

He is the peak master of Purple Bamboo Peak, a holy son of the Purple Mansion a thousand years ago, and one of the most senior people in this holy land.

Throughout his life, Yang Yang was a man of great influence; he never bowed his head to anyone.

Yang Yang's gaze passed over the boundless black sword energy and fixed on Xu Jinhuan.

"This is the black gourd from Zizhu Peak..."

He spoke with difficulty, his voice hoarse and almost incoherent.

"How could it... be in your hands..."

He doesn't understand.

The Black Gourd was sealed away on Purple Bamboo Peak for a thousand years, and was regarded as an ancient artifact of unknown use by successive peak masters. Later, Yang Mo obtained it by chance, and Yang Yang realized its extraordinary nature. After refining it a little, he bestowed it upon Yang Mo.

Yang Yang probably never imagined, even in his death, that this was an imperial weapon passed down from the ancient times!

"I gave you a chance."

Xu Jinhuan's voice came from the vast ocean of sword energy, almost indifferent.

"We made a pact, and you said it yourself: you would relinquish your position as peak master and transfer all of Zizhu Peak's century-old resources to Tian Shu Peak."

"But you broke your promise."

Yang Yang's face turned deathly pale.

Xu Jinhuan was right. He did say those words himself, but he never intended to keep them from the beginning.

He never expected that Xu Jinhuan not only survived, but also returned with an imperial weapon.

"I hate... being deceived by you!"

"Are these your last words?" Xu Jinhuan asked.

Yang Yang tried to struggle, wanting to urge the green bamboo in his hand to make a final stand, but Xu Jinhuan did not give him another chance.

"Immortal-Slaying Gourd, slay!"

The next instant, a black sword aura flew out from the gourd's mouth, as thin as a hair, which was insignificant compared to the overwhelming ocean of sword aura just now.

There's no way to avoid it, no way to escape it!

The next instant, Yang Yang was swept up by the sword energy and soared into the sky, and the cyan domain opened by the green bamboo shattered instantly.

His body transformed into a streak of black light, soaring straight up from the Dao Discussion Platform of the Purple Mansion Holy Land, piercing through layers of clouds, penetrating the sky above the ancient Big Dipper star, and entering the cosmic starry sky.

Yang Yang's figure flew further and further away, higher and higher, until it finally turned into a barely visible point of light.

Then, the point of light exploded in the starry sky.

That wisp of sword energy still lingered.

It continued to slash into the depths of the universe, and wherever it passed, one star after another went out.

Those stars are countless miles away from the Big Dipper; some may be desolate, dead stars, while others may have once been inhabited by life.

But before this sword, they were no different.

The endless stars, one after another, dimmed.

Yang Yang, the peak master of Zizhu Peak in the Purple Mansion Holy Land and a powerful figure in the Sendai realm, perished without leaving behind even a speck of ash.

Only that jade bamboo, at the moment Yang Yang perished, was enveloped by a gentle force, flew back, and fell into Xu Jinhuan's hand.

"This bamboo has an extraordinary Daoist charm."

He didn't look closely and casually put it into his sleeve.

Then, Xu Jinhuan spoke again.

"cut."

As the first sword aura descended, among the three kneeling figures below the platform, one of them had his head silently fly off; his primordial spirit had not yet left his body when it was shattered into nothingness by the sword intent.

"cut."

The second sword energy struck, piercing another person's brow, causing him to explode into a cloud of blood mist from the inside out.

"cut."

The third sword energy descended, the black sword energy piercing through Xuan Song Zhenren's head and exiting from his feet, causing his physical body and primordial spirit to shatter simultaneously.

With three sword strikes, he swiftly and decisively killed three Supreme Elders of Purple Bamboo Peak, without any hesitation or delay.

Xu Jinhuan's gaze swept across the Dao Discussion Platform, but he could not find the figure of the fifth Supreme Elder of Purple Bamboo Peak.

He frowned slightly, about to release his divine sense to search, when he heard Zixia's voice transmission in his ear.

"Dead Tree, the fifth Supreme Elder of Purple Bamboo Peak, is an old friend of my master. He is in seclusion most of the year, of a detached nature, and never participates in the power struggles within the peak. He was completely unaware of this matter from beginning to end. Could you spare his life?"

"Can."

Just then, Xu Jinhuan sensed another gaze.

In the direction of Yundao Peak, Liu Ruyan knelt there.

The peak master of Yundao Peak was extremely beautiful, with a voluptuous and slender figure. Her lake-green dress perfectly accentuated her mature charm.

She had a past affair with Yang Mo, which was discovered by Zixia Fairy and Yang Mo.

At that moment, her face was as white as paper.

"Don't kill me!"

Her voice trembled, tears streaming down her face, making her look pitiful and charming.

"I am willing to be your slave, I swear by my conscience that I will serve you for life, my lord. Please spare my life!"

Xu Jinhuan looked at her, seemingly seriously considering the suggestion.

"I'm the kind of person who cherishes and pities women the most."

Xu Jinhuan sighed, his tone filled with genuine regret.

A glimmer of hope ignited in Liu Ruyan's eyes.

"Unfortunately, your name evokes many negative associations in me..."

Liu Ruyan's pupils contracted sharply, and she opened her mouth as if to say something, but it was too late.

A flash of black sword energy passed by.

Her delicate body froze on the spot, then turned into ashes and scattered cleanly.

Liu Ruyan, the peak master of Yundao Peak, has fallen.