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As the Flower Seal Technique was unleashed, the Grand Elder of the Hall, Wu Ming, was the first to falter. "Heaven," he thought, "is the Time Path of Sanming Jun. With the legacy of the Imperial Realm already in place, why would he come to seek my family’s Emperor as a master?"
Sanming Jun was a formidable figure in the Imperial Realm of the Underworld, known for his mysterious presence and rarely seen. He had undergone several transitions of kings in the Underworld and was regarded as a cryptic Ming Jun within the Imperial Realm. His mastery over the Time Path allowed him to manipulate time itself, a terrifying power that, even if rarely displayed, would never be forgotten.
The Su Shou Nian Hua Ancient Seal was said to be the opening move of Sanming Jun's Time Path. As this seal manifested, the Black Ghost Flower behind Yun Zhi Yue began to fade. The pure black petals transformed into a transparent hue marked only by black veins, swirling not with any spiritual energy or Ming Li, but with the essence of the Time River.
While many remained confused, they soon realized their bodies were growing weaker—not merely weak but aging. Their hair turned gray, and skin wrinkled; this bizarre transformation shattered many psychological defenses, prompting panicked shouts as they fled from the arena. Only once outside did they return to their former selves.
The cries of "Demoness" grew louder among the crowd. Yun Zhi Yue retorted sharply, "If you have little experience, then keep your mouth shut! You’re just embarrassing yourselves. If you have the guts to insult me, don’t run away like cowards!"
Suddenly, Long Yin and Feng Ming resonated in succession. Long Kuang and Feng Nie were finally forced by Yun Zhi Yue to reveal their true forms—their most powerful states. The golden dragon Huo Feng responded with a surge of divine beast bloodline power from the Heavenly Bloodline, resisting the encroachment of the Time Path, though it came at a significant cost.
Yun Zhi Yue sneered as she elevated her stance and stepped onto the Black Lotus to attack. "Let everyone see whether the Dragon and Phoenix Clans are truly untouchable!" Despite her petite figure facing off against the massive Long Feng duo, her momentum was overwhelming; she showed no signs of retreat and seemed poised to dominate.
The battle was devoid of bloodshed, yet wherever Long Feng's body came into contact with Yun Zhi Yue's Ming Li, it dulled into a lifeless gray hue. The golden dragon scales lost their luster and turned ashen; even the fiery phoenix feathers followed suit.
It was clear to any observer that it was only a matter of time before one side would falter. Yet Yun Zhi Yue appeared invigorated as if she had taken some potent elixir; she fought with increasing fervor reminiscent of Qian Wang Er Zhu's battle frenzy.
The shouts calling her "Demoness" faded away as onlookers stood around the arena in stunned silence, watching as the once-mighty Dragon and Phoenix Clans were being overwhelmed.
In the Hall, Feng Rujiao’s eyes were clouded with shadows. "Having inherited Sanming Jun's Imperial Realm path and coming here to seek guidance is nothing short of disrespecting two Imperial Realm powerhouses. Li Shang Di Jun surely will not take her as a disciple."
Setting aside past grievances with her sister, she recognized that with recent turmoil in the Underworld—factions in disarray—capturing Yun Zhi Yue for interrogation might be prudent. If circumstances aligned favorably, why not force the Underworld to bow?
The only woman present, Tide Emperor, who held an ice-blue wine gourd and drank leisurely, chuckled softly at this notion: "Forcing the Underworld to bow? How naive."
Feng Rujiao furrowed her brows, questioning the Tide Emperor's intentions.
Draped in a gradually shifting, ocean-like light blue gown, her long hair cascaded in natural waves, the tips dyed with a hint of the sea's azure. Her face was not the most stunning, yet it exuded a comforting aura that made it difficult to harbor any ill feelings. There was a gentle softness in her eyes, akin to water, yet it could not conceal the vastness within. At this moment, the scent of wine tinged her cheeks, and she appeared at ease.
The Heavenly Realm and the Underworld coexisted, governing countless realms. Everyone knew that the Thirty-Six Heavens had the Heavenly Emperor and the Four Great Emperors, but who could fathom how many Ming Jun existed in the Underworld beyond the King of Hell?
Not to mention that even the current King of Hell could hardly hide his presence; who could truly grasp the depths of the enigmatic Sanming Jun? The renowned Ksitigarbha never strayed far from Avici Hell.
Aside from these three, there were countless Ming Jun unknown to us. Yet among the Ten Yama Kings, Zun Zhe Jing was just the beginning; there was no shortage of those at the Half-Step Emperor Realm. It would be a fortunate matter to remain uninvolved with such powers. Could it be that the Heavenly Queen had indeed drunk too much?
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