Volume 3 - Chapter 387: Dao-Origin Immortal Emperor
“Just you… isn’t enough.”
From within the clouds and mist, the Supreme One gazed down quietly at the aged figure standing atop the black tower, his expression calm.
As he spoke, the strange phenomena that had spread across the heavens and earth due to Han Lao’s appearance were instantly quelled by an unseen force. At the same time, the Realm Stones reflecting the Southern Domain all lost their brilliance and went dim, sealed by some unknown power.
Across the immortal dynasties of the Southern Domain—in countless immortal cities and even among the border forces stationed in the starry wilderness—people suddenly noticed the images within the Realm Stones had vanished. A dead silence, black as pitch, replaced them, as though a heavy cloth had been draped over the stones, blocking all vision.
This abrupt shift left countless onlookers bewildered and uneasy. Many began questioning aloud, but no one had an answer.
Only a few hidden elders understood and sighed silently.
The Supreme One was reeling in the net.
Everything the immortal populace of the Southern Domain had needed to see, had already been shown.
What came next… was not meant for their eyes or understanding.
The moment that ancient, broken imperial tower appeared, it meant one of the great fishes had taken the bait. The rest of this stage no longer concerned the leftover remnants. What remained would draw out even bigger prey.
And those bigger fish—Realm Stones or not—would sense the movements in the Southern Domain.
Many retired Immortal Kings could already feel the disturbances in the Heavenly Palace realm through their own power, unless the Supreme One himself blocked the realm.
But he hadn’t.
There was no need to deceive the highest echelon. They were wise, and neither reckless nor prone to hysteria. The middle and lower levels were the ones that needed misleading.
“Ten thousand years ago, you shattered my summit and ruined my imperial path, leaving me half a step away. Over the years you’ve sent Immortal Kings to investigate, using me as bait. What was the point?”
Han Lao’s long hair—streaked silver and black—whipped through the air. He met the Supreme One’s gaze with icy calm, a mocking glint in his eyes.
“Did you really think no one would see through your schemes? And now, you dare use a child as your pawn to lure us out? So be it. If this is what you want… then have it.”
At these words, silence fell like a blade.
No one had ever dared speak to a Supreme One with such insolence.
Yet the aura Han Lao exuded was no longer that of a mere king. He had stepped beyond the pinnacle of the Immortal King realm. Even the Celestial Guard Commander was frozen in place under his pressure, unable to move.
This was half-step imperial pressure!
A being like this had revealed himself—willing to go head-to-head with an Immortal Emperor.
This was a battle of life and death!
That a young man in the True Immortal realm could provoke such a sweeping chain of reactions was something no one had expected. Fear and awe rippled through every heart.
“Just you… isn’t enough.”
The Supreme One did not reply directly. He simply repeated his earlier words.
But this time, with his voice came a sweeping imperial might that surged across the heavens.
In that instant, everyone across the mountains trembled. Eyes bulged as if they might burst beneath the crushing pressure. Terror surged to its absolute peak.
All beneath the Immortal King realm collapsed to their knees, organs shaking and on the verge of rupture.
Even those in the Immortal Lord realm knelt, trembling.
As for those in the True Immortal realm, they fared far worse—faces pale as death, trembling like drowning men unable to breathe.
“Master…”
Jianxin and Mingyue were both ashen. They had never felt their master release such pressure before. It was like divine wrath incarnate.
And yet, the Supreme One’s fury remained eerily calm. Only his imperial will surged out like a tidal wave, tearing through the stars, threatening to drown everything.
Under this boundless might, all the prior contestants—whether True Immortals or Immortal Lords—were quaking in fear. Even powerful clans like the Ghost Clan and the Ancient God Clan, who had seen emperors before, could not suppress their shuddering.
Han Lao’s face turned grim, his eyes gleaming cold and sharp. He hadn’t come here to trade lives with the Supreme One—he lacked both the qualification and the strength.
But he would stake his life to carve a path for the boy. A path… toward the imperial road of the future!
“Boy… don’t waste the years you’ve been given. Don’t forget your heart. Go!”
His whisper was barely audible. Only he knew: the boy had already achieved a rare breakthrough—not just by revealing the talent of the Dao-Origin Immortal Seal, but by completing another trial of the imperial path… the forging of the Dao Heart.
And the boy’s Dao Heart was no ordinary Eternal Dao Heart—it had already brushed against the shadow of the Heavenly Emperor’s Heart of the Dao.
However, aside from a few specialized techniques, the Dao Heart brought little immediate combat power in most cases.
As Han Lao spoke, the black tower suddenly erupted with world-shaking force. Black divine light soared upward, painting the skies above the mountains in darkness, brilliance engulfing the heavens.
But that darkness lasted only a moment.
It was forcibly torn apart by a domineering power, like chaos splitting to birth the first ray of light.
The Supreme One raised his hand.
And before all eyes, made his first move.
This… was an imperial palm.
Not the pseudo-version Emperor Ji Ming had displayed—the Emperor’s Lamenting Hand—but a true Emperor’s strike.
That famed technique was merely modeled after the imperial palm, and its power couldn’t match even one ten-thousandth of the real thing. Emperor Ji Ming’s cultivation was far from enough to bring out its true strength—his version was perhaps one-millionth in power, at best.
But this… this was the real thing.
As the palm descended, the heavens shattered like fragile glass.
In that instant, all present finally understood what it truly meant… to split heaven and earth.
At the same time, Han Lao shielded Li Hao✔️ and Ying Xiaoxiao✔️ in the tower’s divine light. A profound power surged outward—one that carried traces of the imperial realm—intending to teleport them away.
But the Supreme One’s eyes caught it. His own imperial domain expanded, engulfing the entire Heavenly Palace realm.
Han Lao had expected this.
His eyes narrowed into icy daggers, hair flaring wild. The black tower began to rotate layer by layer like an unsheathed divine sword, piercing a hole through that imperial domain!
Rusted fragments flaked off the tower, revealing the power of a sealed imperial artifact. Though damaged, it blazed with boundless light, fighting to open a path.
At the same time, Han Lao’s own aura surged to its peak… and continued climbing, as if forcing a breakthrough to defy some ultimate limit.
For the first time, coldness flickered in the Supreme One’s tranquil gaze.
And just as the two powers were about to clash—
A vast new force surged between them.
It was ancient. Primordial. Heavy with the aura of chaos and time.
Like it had traveled from the distant past, weathered eons… and now stood as a mighty, solemn presence.
It blocked both forces.
And a calm voice rang out:
“Celestial Emperor… that child is mine.”
The abrupt intervention caused both the Supreme One and Han Lao’s expressions to shift.
Han Lao turned quickly and, seeing who had arrived, froze. His eyes flickered with thoughts, as though weighing the moment.
The Supreme One’s face darkened. He stared at the silver-haired figure radiating imperial might.
“Dao-Origin Immortal Emperor.”
At those words, countless shattered souls raised their heads in awe.
But the pressure was too much.
Like a burning sun had descended, blinding in its brilliance.
Even those in the Immortal Lord realm could barely make out a blurred figure standing tall in the void—immense, unshakable.
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