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The leader of the Flying Immortal Sect was dead, and the scene was enveloped in silence, with the gathered cultivators left in a state of shock.
Zhao Yang had vanished, as if he had never been there at all.
From that day on, rumors began to spread throughout the cultivation world about a young man who claimed to be a demon, capable of fighting beyond his level and easily killing the leader of the Flying Immortal Sect, who was at the Dao Fruit Stage.
In the grand imperial city, beneath the vast sky and distant lands, before the Heavenly Mechanism Wall, the Central Sovereign remained silent. He listened to the trembling report from the kneeling Sky One Tower Master, his voice quivering with anger. "Zhao Yang is nothing but an ant! How could he possibly still be alive? I have exhausted all my power; even the Consort of Rain is gravely injured. He is merely a Divine Transformation Stage cultivator—how could he have survived?"
The Sky One Tower Master knelt on the ground and replied in a panic, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger. It is absolutely true that Zhao Yang is alive. If you do not believe me, you can see for yourself what I witnessed."
As he spoke, the Sky One Tower Master opened his Sea of Consciousness for the Central Sovereign to view. Within the vision, Zhao Yang appeared vividly—these images were drawn from the Sea of Consciousness of a waiter. The matter was of great importance and could not be taken lightly; thus, the Sky One Tower Master had rushed to report his findings to the Central Sovereign.
This young man had nearly brought about the downfall of the Mo Da Zhongzhou Royal Family—a figure tied to an unpredictable Consort of Rain, someone no one dared to mention for hundreds of years.
To kill a boy with such a heavy price paid was already a significant loss; yet now that boy had come back to life. Anyone who had paid such a steep cost would feel immense pain.
The Central Sovereign clenched his fists until his knuckles turned white, his rage reducing nearby bonsai and decorations to dust.
After cultivating for a hundred years, the Central Sovereign had always been full of confidence. He was a genius among geniuses, standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world as a master in the Tribulation Period. He had never felt insecure about his talents until Zhao Yang's emergence made him realize his own shortcomings.
A person capable of threatening the Central State Royal Family's rule could not be allowed to live by any dynasty's ruler.
The Central Sovereign did not believe he had done anything wrong. Although the royal family was declining, he had once regretted whether it was excessive to eliminate someone like Zhao Yang. However, now that Zhao Yang had resurrected and appeared in the cultivation world—engaging in fierce battles within Sky One Tower and deliberately letting slip a waiter who recognized him—it was clear he was sending a message: Zhao Yang had returned.
The Central Sovereign found it perplexing; after killing Zhao Yang, it seemed as if some force had been unleashed within the cultivation world. Countless talents emerged—let alone Long Xiao Wu, Yu Qingsnow, Yuan Lie, and Shiyunsheng shining brightly during the Heavenly Mechanism Mountain Battle—ancient sects that only appeared in historical records suddenly surfaced. Notably, there was one called Compassionate Voyage Sect, where a sixteen-year-old girl struck fear into the hearts of royalty. Each time he sent someone after her, she managed to escape, infuriating him beyond measure.
There were also four young men who nearly breached his palace; if not for Old God General's intervention, no one could have stopped them.
Later on, a middle-aged man who bore a resemblance to the deceased Zhao Yang called himself Revenge. He attacked the palace three times in succession, killing countless royal cultivators and imperial guards. For over two years, the Central Sovereign had been unable to find peace.
This man’s cultivation method was ethereal and otherworldly; he seemed like an immortal descended from heaven. Behind him flowed a Dao Yun that resonated with nature itself; every step he took harmonized with his surroundings, making his attacks appear flawless.
The Zhongzhou Royal Family was on shaky ground; Consort of Rain openly defied royal authority and prevented any collaboration with them. If not for Old God General and Mo God General being present, Consort of Rain would have likely stormed into the imperial city long ago. Though holding onto national treasures gave him some confidence, it did little to restore any semblance of authority for the royal family under his command.
For ten thousand years, the Zhongzhou Royal Family had never faced such humiliation. A young man had caused a woman unrelated to their dynasty to bring about its downfall.
If the Central Sovereign had summoned the lords of various royal cities and some veteran generals from the borders, perhaps they could have contended with the forces led by the Consort of Rain. However, the Consort of Rain openly declared that she did not care if she became an enemy of the world; in her eyes, the royal family members were nothing more than ants, and the suffering of the common people was of no concern to her.
As chaos reigned across the land, demons danced wildly, invading with the intent to seize the Zhongzhou Continent. The royal family's rule was precariously threatened, with various hidden forces plotting to usurp the Zhongzhou Royal Family's power.
Since its establishment, the Zhongzhou Royal Family had never encountered such a situation. He knew that the root cause of it all was the mutual destruction between the Consort of Rain and tens of thousands of elite Combat Powers from the royal family, ignited by a person named Zhao Yang.
With a smile on his lips, Zhao Yang walked through the clouds under the dim night sky, where countless stars twinkled. At this moment, Central Sovereign must have already learned of his resurrection.
By noon the next day, Zhao Yang finally arrived above Xuanfo Temple. He looked down at his Senior Brothers bustling below and smiled lightly.
The abbot of Xuanfo Temple raised his head, revealing a smile and nodding in acknowledgment.
The Four Great Monks looked up with joy in their eyes, as if they had known all along that Zhao Yang would appear.
Long Xiao Wu, Nangong Wuxin, and Song Baliang also lifted their heads to gaze at the smiling youth in the sky, their eyes glistening with tears.
Zhao Yang descended onto the square, where Song Baliang and others surrounded him. Song Baliang gave Zhao Yang a bear hug, tears brimming in his eyes as he said, "My dear junior brother, I thought I would never see you again!"
Zhao Yang felt deeply moved. Seeing how much everyone missed him brought him genuine joy. Once upon a time in his previous life, he had tasted both warmth and coldness in human relationships and had grown accustomed to deceit. True friendship seemed only measurable by wealth; he always felt he did not belong to that world and never experienced a sense of belonging. Yet here, he felt a sense of return.
"Junior brother, how did you come back to life? Where have you been for over two years?" Song Baliang asked.
Zhao Yang then recounted how he had been saved while in demon territory and how he helped the Demon Empress rescue the Demon Queen from captivity. Some junior brothers expressed their thoughts and questioned why the demons had not harmed Zhao Yang.
Zhao Yang explained his perspective: humans and demons were fundamentally alike; as long as one possessed humanity and conscience, peaceful coexistence was possible. There were very few races that should not exist in this world; existence itself is justification.
Only those with malicious intent would see others as enemies. He never agreed with the notion that those who are not of one's own kind must be different at heart.
Zhao Yang looked around and asked, "Where is Yu Qingsnow? What about Liu Rou? And my Little Nine?"
Nangong Wuxin replied, "Sister Qingsnow has already left. If it weren't for the abbot saying you would definitely return, we would have been heartbroken. As for Liu Rou, she went back to Falling Flower Valley with Master Miao Yujie. What about Little Nine?"
Zhao Yang said, "It's that little white beast; its name is Little Nine."
Zhao Yang hadn't had the chance to explain Little Nine to everyone before, so Long Xiao Wu and the others were unaware and thought that Little Nine was just a pet Zhao Yang kept. They didn't realize how much Zhao Yang cared for a little beast.
Hearing that Little Nine had been crying over him every day after his death made Zhao Yang feel uneasy. Little Nine had always possessed high intelligence and human-like qualities, being his only family. If Zhao Yang's death left a psychological scar on Little Nine, he feared that it might become a menace in the cultivation world. After all, it was a human who had killed him. He knew that Little Nine was no ordinary spirit beast; if it grew up, it could certainly reach the Ascension Stage. At that point, causing chaos would not be impossible. However, what worried him more was whether Little Nine was doing well now.
The group chatted for a long time before they went to meet the abbot of Xuanfo Temple and the Four Great Monks. Datong was overjoyed to see his prized disciple alive and well. He felt a deep sense of relief; he had only two disciples in his life—Song Baliang and Zhao Yang. He never expected Zhao Yang to bring him such pride by surviving even under the full force of the Central State Royal Family's assassination attempts.
Afterward, the abbot called Zhao Yang into his Meditation Room and spoke with him for a while. When Zhao Yang came out of the Meditation Room, he left with Song Baliang, Long Xiao Wu, and the others.
Scholar Xiu asked, "Zhao Yang, what do you plan to do next?"
Zhao Yang replied, "The Central Sovereign taught me a lesson: I was too high-profile and attracted too many people who coveted me."
Song Baliang nodded and said, "But as long as there are people who know you're still alive, you can't keep a low profile. Too many want you dead, Junior Brother."
Zhao Yang said, "That's why I think I should be even more high-profile. So, I killed a few people at Sky One Tower and deliberately let a waiter go so he would have time to report to the Central Sovereign that I'm back. If all goes well, I might see him tonight."
"Wow, Junior Brother!" Song Baliang exclaimed in frustration. Zhao Yang had narrowly escaped one danger only to walk into another.
Sure enough, while they were drinking and eating meat that evening, Zhao Yang sensed something unusual from miles away with his Divine Sense—an exceptionally powerful expert was approaching.
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