Having cultivated myself into an immortal, all I want to do is raise female disciples.

That once breathtakingly handsome face, which captivated countless beings, was now tinged with a chilling gloom, sending shivers down one's spine with just a glance.

Compared to the imperial majesty that Emperor Wu brought... what Emperor Wen was exuding at this moment was a fear of the unknown.

It's unfathomable and incomprehensible.

Even though the young man was only a wisp of divine consciousness at this moment, the people of the Immortal Capital still couldn't see through him!

Suddenly, dark clouds appeared above the young man's head, as if a large, black hand had covered the sky in the blink of an eye.

dark.

Endless darkness.

That darkness was countless times deeper than the darkness stirred up by the overwhelming power of the heavens when the people of the Immortal Capital descended, and it invaded the entire Extreme Heaven Domain in the blink of an eye!

The wind is howling.

Ye Wentian's clothes were whipped up by the eerie, cold wind, and when the cultivators of the Immortal Capital looked over, they saw the white-robed, black-haired youth caught in the gale...

Not moving.

His hair and clothes remained motionless, as if he himself were the raging wind.

"The era of immortals and demons...heh."

The young man smiled.

Emperor Wen smiled.

"I don't care if someone turns the page on my era, nor do I care how many true immortals descend upon the world after me. I don't care about any of the bullshit eras they create."

"But the prerequisite is that they are qualified."

The young man stared at Ye Wentian, raising his head arrogantly, as if he were the only immortal in the world: "What you said is indeed correct, but the premise is that the Emperor Immortal you mentioned truly has the ability to become a true immortal."

"Incompetent people call themselves immortals, and the immortal sects they establish are not worthy of the title of immortals."

Ye Wentian's expression was grim as he shouted sharply, "How dare you say that the Emperor Immortal is not worthy of being an immortal?"

The young man remained unfazed and calmly retorted, "Does he deserve it?"

……

……

A strong wind swept through.

The Great Dark Sky.

A deathly silence fell upon Emperor Wenxuan Lei's question.

Ye Wentian's eyes blazed with boundless fury, and countless thoughts of tearing the young man before him to shreds surged within him. Then, as if laughing in his extreme anger, he waved his hand.

"Fine! Then let this outdated old thing see the power of a contemporary immortal!"

He finished speaking.

Ye Wentian swiftly condensed his magic incantation, using the unique immortal techniques of the Immortal Capital to create several array formations. He looked up at the sky and said calmly:

"Immortal Emperor, it's your turn to take the stage."

These words were spoken as soon as they were uttered.

Ye Yuchan and Zhang Ruoxue, who were watching the show from a distance, both froze in surprise.

The two of them clearly felt an unprecedented sense of oppression falling from the heavens!

This feeling transcends the realm of a half-immortal; it belongs to a completely different realm!

Not only the two of them, but Cao Qingluo and Fan Muyong also trembled, as if their souls were about to burst out of their bodies, and they even found it difficult to walk steadily.

Above the heavens.

A faint golden light descended, instantly transforming into a tiny, sharp sword that pierced Ye Wentian's brow.

next moment.

As a gust of wind spread outwards, a dazzling light, like a sky full of stars, suddenly appeared in Ye Wentian's eyes, and a sword-shaped pattern was engraved between his brows. Within the pattern, there flowed a noble aura, like the breath of the Great Dao.

now.

Ye Wentian's lips curled up, as if he was quite excited, and he clenched his fists, feeling the power surging within his body.

That power, imbued with the aura of a true immortal, was currently circulating within his body.

This was a gift from the Immortal Emperor, a destiny unique to him!

"Oh?"

Xuan Lei stared at Ye Wentian with great interest, and at a glance he could tell what the mark represented: "Temporarily injecting a wisp of one's divine consciousness into another's body to temporarily improve one's cultivation level... This method looks familiar."

He smiled slightly and closed the folding fan in his hand.

Ye Wentian was still enjoying the aura flowing through his body that completely surpassed that of a half-immortal. If he were to name it, he would definitely name it the Breath of a True Immortal.

That's right.

This is a true immortal's breath—a true immortal's breath bestowed upon him by the Emperor Immortal, the Lord of the Immortal Capital!

"Emperor Wen's Thunderclap—"

Ye Wentian stared intently at Emperor Wen, his eyes filled with killing intent and rage: "Today, I will let you know that your era has passed. The one who rules the world now is us, the Immortal Capital, the Emperor Immortals!"

As soon as Ye Wentian finished speaking, he waved his right hand forward.

In an instant, countless spiritual swords formed from the convergence of spiritual energy emerged from the myriad voids between heaven and earth, forming a dense wall of spiritual swords behind Ye Wentian. The number of them was incalculable, at least tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands!

Each sword possesses the power of a Heavenly Grade Magic Weapon; at full power, it could likely kill a Void Realm cultivator on the spot!

There are tens of thousands of such swords!

A vast rain of swords, a torrential rain of swords. Ye Wentian was once crippled by this terrifying rain of swords. Now, he will use the true immortal energy he obtained from the Emperor Immortal to repay this world!

Let everyone know that Ye Wentian is back!

"A mere wisp of divine consciousness shouldn't dare to make a fuss here!"

With Ye Wentian's angry shout, thousands of swords rained down on the young man in front of him.

Its speed and force were so great that they were enough to distort and tear apart space itself.

Of course.

The youth remained still.

As calm as ever.

He simply stroked his folding fan, slowly raised his head, and his unremarkable gaze fell upon the vast expanse of sword rain before him.

Followed by.

hum~

No one knows what happened.

All the onlookers saw was that countless spirit swords froze in mid-air at the same moment, as if time and space had stopped, or even as if inertia had been erased, just hanging straight in mid-air.

The still image is as dazzling and beautiful as thousands of flower petals bursting open.

The young man seemed to find it rather boring, and his impatient eyes pierced through the thousands of spiritual swords, shooting straight at Ye Wentian, who was standing there dumbfounded in the distance.

"and then?"

That question, which struck right to the soul, left Ye Wentian speechless.

what happened?

what happened?

Just as everyone was marveling at this bizarre sight, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted, "Look, what's that?!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and discovered that the person was pointing at the sky!

Look up, gaze upwards.

In an instant, an unparalleled fear permeated everyone's hearts.

They clearly saw that the terrifying dark cloud in the sky had condensed into a huge, pitch-black character for "stillness"!

Quiet.

silence.

still.

Ye Wentian looked around in astonishment and found that everything around him, except for the people present, had fallen into a state of stillness.

The wind is still howling.

But the plants and trees remained unaffected by the wind and waves, the reptiles hovered in mid-air, and the pines and cypresses on the mountains stood stiff like specimens.

All sounds are silent.

Ye Wentian stared blankly, only to see that on one side of the white feather folding fan in the young man's hand, ink characters appeared that had surfaced at some unknown time.

【quiet】

The young man holding a folding fan glanced disdainfully at the tens of thousands of spirit swords in front of him, and then waved his fan forward.

A cold wind blew by.

In the blink of an eye, thousands of spirit swords shattered into pieces of scrap metal, which then exploded in mid-air, eventually turning into dust and debris that drifted to the horizon with the gale that had existed in the world from beginning to end.

Upon closer inspection, one could see that the prominent character "静" (quiet) on the young man's folding fan had changed to—

[Extinction]

The ten thousand swords vanished.

Everything returns to its original state.

The young man, still holding his folding fan, gazed at Ye Wentian from afar and asked another question:

"and then?"

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