Immortal of the Ages

When Zu Wei decided to retreat, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

But with a single sentence from Yun Xiao, they all sucked that breath back in...

In an instant, the three parties—Zu Wei's followers, Harmony Divine Palace, and those who gave Yun Xiao their Personal Pledges—fell into sudden silence.

Each group's feelings were truly different.

Hai Qing and her companions were a bit stunned by Yun Xiao's boldness and daring.

Bai Lu and Gusu Yan rolled their eyes, speechless. But inwardly, they couldn't help but admire him. This kid really dared to stir up trouble, endless trouble!

As for the disciples of the Ancestral Land and Nine Yin Soul Sea, the anger they had just suppressed was ripped open by that one sentence, surging out like steam from a boiling pot.

They could no longer bear it!

At Yun Xiao's words, over 100 people whipped around, eyes blazing, murderous intent surging, staring daggers at him.

Among them, Zu Wei, Mu Zixiao, and Mu Zhilu found it hardest to endure.

"Hai Qing!" Mu Zixiao said coldly. "Let me ask you, are you really going to let this castrated dog run wild, forcing our Ancestral Land to become mortal enemies with you? Don't you have enough enemies already?"

"More words are useless," Zu Wei said indifferently, cutting off Mu Zixiao. Her emotionless eyes swept toward Yun Xiao. "You want to stop me? Go ahead and try."

"I won't try; I will," Yun Xiao replied simply and decisively, sealing the conflict. He gripped the Heaven Burial Sword Soul, his white robes fluttering, azure sword gleaming, flying straight toward Zu Wei.

He acted as soon as he spoke!

"Yun Xiao...!" Hai Qing was exasperated, unable to stop him. She hurriedly said to Feng Yao, "Make sure he's careful. Zu Wei is from the Ancestral Land, a natural triple cultivator in sword, sigil, and martial arts. She has countless techniques, endless killing moves, and is at the Establishment stage of the Fourth Baptism Realm, much stronger than Meng Huan!"

She knew she couldn't dissuade Yun Xiao. So, she might as well inform him of Zu Wei's strengths to increase his chances.

"Got it," Feng Yao shrugged, pouting. "No matter how many tricks she has, she doesn't have more than Lil Yun. The only thing he can't handle is someone with a cultivation too much higher."

Such a confident declaration made Hai Qing and her six sisters exchange glances, silently acknowledging that Feng Yao truly stood up for her little celestial slave.

But this did not ease their nervousness.

While they were still somewhat flustered, Feng Yao turned and shouted directly at Bai Lu, Gusu Yan, and the others, "You don't get along with these two pretentious sects either, do you? So what are you waiting for? Go on! Give them a good beating and vent your frustrations from being tricked by Lil Yun!"

Hearing this, Bai Lu and the others were utterly speechless. They could only think to themselves. Apart from missing one thing, you two really are a match made in heaven.

But to be honest, they did have a lot of pent-up frustration. And nowhere to vent it!

"Fight!" Bai Lu still wanted to wait and see, but before she knew it, her younger brother had dashed out, single-handedly following Yun Xiao, his blood boiling as he charged toward the two sects from the Heavenly Deity Alliance!

"Lil Ao!" Bai Lu was so angry she nearly spat blood.

Bai Ao was still blind. Yet, he was rushing off by himself?

Bai Lu's concern threw her into disarray; led by her brother's actions, she immediately chased after him.

"Bai Lu has made a move!"

"Quick, follow her!"

"Those Ancestral Land disciples love looking down their noses at people—let's give them a beating!"

With someone leading the charge, these 250 Empyrean Emperor Sect disciples surged out of the Extreme Yin Star like a torrent, serving for the first time under Yun Xiao, a celestial slave they had previously scorned.

Truth be told, they were all disciples of Empyrean Emperor Sects, with a high proportion being Samsara Disciples. Once they acted, their momentum was unstoppable, like a torrent of blades and swords pressing toward Zu Wei and her followers!

Even the captives were joining in; how could the disciples of the Harmony Divine Palace not step up?

Seeing this, Hai Qing could no longer worry about the friendship among the three sects. She hurriedly called to her sisters, "Quick, clear a path for Yun Xiao!"

The seven female Martial Immortals of the Sea Lineage, though appearing delicate and charming, were in fact deep-sea behemoths—immensely powerful like leviathans, vast within, and able to withstand great damage.

The seven covered Yun Xiao's flanks, moving even faster than Bai Lu and the others. They wielded the vast power of the boundless sea, sweeping forward and crashing into the crowd beside Zu Wei!

Mu Zixiao, Mu Zhilu, and the other second-tier geniuses under Zu Wei became the sisters' targets.

"Good. Very good!" Seeing Hai Qing take the initiative to attack, even the usually calm and patient Mu Zixiao exploded in anger.

"A bunch of foolish women! No wonder everyone in the Heavenly Deity Stellar River despises you. You're all out of your minds!" Mu Zhilu could no longer hold back and cursed aloud.

Even their eyes burned with fury; and Zu Wei, with her naturally fiery temper, was beyond enraged. She hovered motionless in midair, appearing calm on the surface, but inside she was a roaring volcano.

She was from the supreme Ancestral Land!

It was one thing for the Southern Divine Dragon Realm to provoke her. But for a group of girls abandoned by the world, and a lowly, laughable slave slave with a wretched life to do the same was absolutely unforgivable! How dare they try to tread on her toes?

And then there were Bai Lu, Gusu Yan, and other disciples of the Empyrean Emperor Sects—disciples from second-rate sects whom Zu Wei never took seriously. What gave them the right to ride on the coattails of others to bully her?

This was especially true for Bai Lu! She unleashed her swarm of Ghost-Faced Celestial Spiders and spread them across the battlefield, forming an inescapable net that trapped Zu Wei's 100 followers within the torrent.

"A tiger fallen to the plains is harassed by jackals!" Zu Wei said coldly, her battle intent surging to the heavens.

"You're overthinking it; I have no intention of kicking you when you're down," Yun Xiao chuckled.

"Out of my way!" Zu Wei's eyes locked onto him. With a low growl, a vast amount of tribulation power burst from her, shaking even Mu Zixiao, Hai Qing, and others aside.

Yun Xiao, leading Wan Ji's seven daughters and the 250 pledge-makers, clashed head-on with the 100 under Zu Wei's command.

In an instant, Sword Souls, Life Sigils, and magic treasures flew chaotically. Divine bodies confronted one another, colorful lights flashed, and battle cries rose—a magnificent scene of celestial warfare unfolded.

At the heart of this chaotic battlefield, only Yun Xiao and Zu Wei stood alone in the open field.

No one dared to disturb them! Because of this, whether it was Wan Ji's seven daughters or the pledge-makers, they all tacitly acknowledged Yun Xiao as the true leader.

Everything was up to him!

"Brandishing worthless pledge tokens won't change the lowliness of your bloodline and heritage!" Zu Wei sneered. "The flaw in your body has twisted your character, making you act recklessly to stand out, hoping to gain attention and earn respect. But that's just your wishful thinking. Any three-year-old in the Samsara Galaxy could mock you for lacking even the most basic dignity of a man."

As she spoke, Zu Wei moved, fully displaying her abilities.

"In a moment, I'll remove your veil and see just how tough that mouth of yours really is," Yun Xiao said with a faint smile. He could tell this proud woman was a true beauty. He enjoyed her cold and confident demeanor, and he liked even more that she used his status as a celestial slave to belittle him. Otherwise, fighting her would be as bland as plain water, without any thrill.

"Hehehe." Zu Wei shook her head, letting out a derisive laugh, her arrogance unmistakable. But her pretense of calm couldn't suppress the disgust and loathing she felt for Yun Xiao.

She had fully entered a murderous state; exchanging another word with Yun Xiao seemed like a stain on her pride.

At the peak of her rage, a three-inch Sword Soul soared from her right hand.

As soon as the Sword Soul appeared, the entire battlefield was cloaked in an atmosphere of majesty and solemnity; it felt as if a sword hung over everyone's head.

Zu Wei's flowing dress and long hair fluttered as the half-black, half-white Sword Soul slowly transformed in her hand into a three-foot-long sword.

This three-foot sword, also sharply divided into black and white, radiated pure and immense power, exuding authority. No fewer than 800 black and white Sword Prisons transformed into tiny swords, swirling around it, emitting a piercing whistle.

In that moment, Zu Wei and the sword became one, like a natural judge of good and evil, noble and majestic.

But that was far from the end!

After the black and white Sword Soul appeared, a Life Sigil slowly condensed in her left hand into a round shield, white on the inside and black on the outside. The shield was engraved with densely packed inscriptions, forming script-like Rune Prisons, making this black and white round shield resemble a celestial tome, standing before Yun Xiao.

These black and white Rune Prisons numbered at 780, each a small world formed by inscriptions.

As Zu Wei twisted her neck, lines resembling tortoise shells appeared on her skin, and on her neck and even her face, faint black and white snake patterns became visible.

With a low growl, she emitted a strange beastly roar, both piercing and deep. A vast power of flesh and blood surged forth, clearly indicating this was a powerful divine physique belonging to a Martial Immortal.

Sword, sigil, and martial arts—all mastered.

The Ancestral Land was connected to the Celestial Court's lineage; Yun Xiao recalled that the White Emperor, Crown Prince, and others had similar techniques.

However, Zu Wei's talent far surpassed that of the White Emperor's marginal bloodline.

"Judgment Sword Soul, and Law Sigil, and Divine Martial Sacred Body!"

Gasps echoed across the air.

These were from the disciples of the Heavenly Deity Stellar River expressing their admiration for this triple-threat talent. In a certain sense, Zu Wei was nearly perfect in combat.

Swordsmanship, celestial techniques, magic treasures, and physical prowess… all were mastered.

At this moment, she was like a heavenly empress of judgment descending to the mortal world, determining good and evil, distinguishing right from wrong—a symbol of authority, supreme and unmatched.

With these abilities enhancing her, she gazed down at Yun Xiao with contempt, like a sage viewing dust, her eyes filled with pride in her bloodline and indifference.

"Wretch, do you know what it means to be an all-powerful Immortal?" Zu Wei sought to bring him true despair.

"Of course I know, but you're not all-powerful enough," Yun Xiao replied.

"Then why don't you tell me what a true all-powerful Immortal means?" Zu Wei sneered.

"Fine, I'll demonstrate for you." Yun Xiao remained calm.

In one hand, he already held that seemingly ordinary three-foot azure blade; under the halo of the Judgment Sword Soul, it only glimmered faintly.

In the other, he unfurled the Runic Umbrella with nine dragon heads as the ribs, blooming above his head.

The young man in white robes, with an azure sword and violet umbrella, under the gentle breeze, seemed less like he was entering a life-and-death battle and more like he was on vacation.

"Sword, Sigil, and Soul?" Zu Wei raised an eyebrow.

"Not just that." Yun Xiao's body moved slightly, and the Primordial Yin-Yang Thunder Furnaces within him crackled to life.

Cao Shuo wasn't present, which meant he couldn't dual-cultivate. So, his Primordial Martial Dao was lagging behind slightly. But it was enough.