Skylaw Continent.
With the emergence of the Ancient Haven Palace, countless forces were stirred into motion.
The Southern Domain's overlord, the Sacred Demon Palace; the Eastern Domain's Xia Dynasty; the Western Domain's Desolate Sect; the Myriad Beast King of the Million Beast Mountain Range; the Nether Lord of the Nether Abyss…
Besides these, some of the top reclusive experts of Skylaw Continent, and even powerful figures from beyond the continent, had begun to converge toward the Northern Region's Great Havenlaw Domain.
Due to Zhou Yi's interference, the Ancient Haven Palace did not appear in the Western Region as in the original storyline, but instead surfaced in the Great Havenlaw Domain.
At this moment, the Great Havenlaw Domain had already become the heart of Skylaw Continent. When the time came, nearly seventy to eighty percent of the continent's top figures would undoubtedly be present.
If a conflict broke out, it would be a world-shattering catastrophe.
However, as the new ruler of the Great Havenlaw Domain, Zhou Yi paid no mind to these matters. The continent was vast, and it would take at least a month for the various forces to gather.
Moreover, under his control, the Ancient Haven Palace had not fully emerged.
Therefore—
Zhou Yi methodically examined Mandala's fusion of her clone and true body, taking her temperature and conducting a spiritual essence test.
Finally—
It was unclear how much time had passed.
After administering an infusion of spiritual elixirs, Zhou Yi completely resolved Mandala's issue.
"You bastard!"
Mandala's delicate face remained flushed with a slight fever, her beautiful eyes weakly glaring at Zhou Yi as she muttered.
"Who was the one shouting just now…"
Zhou Yi gazed into her eyes with a faint smile, mimicking her voice:
"Don't… stop…"
"Hmph, you're not allowed to talk about it!"
Mandala coldly snorted, turning her head away with a haughty pout. She would never admit that was her.
It was all Zhou Yi's fault.
He had made her lose control of her words.
It still hurt.
"Let's go. I'll take you to find the Heavenly Emperor."
Zhou Yi lifted Mandala into his arms, heading toward the Heavenly Emperor's Mausoleum.
"Heavenly Emperor?"
Mandala's eyes widened in shock, her voice trembling with excitement:
"Could it be that the Heavenly Emperor is still alive…?"
"You're overthinking it. But the Heavenly Emperor left behind a fragment of his soul."
Upon arriving at the Heavenly Emperor's Mausoleum, Zhou Yi's divine sense swept through the area. With a wave of his hand, a stream of light shot out, striking a mountain floating in the distant sky.
The entire mountaintop instantly crumbled into dust.
Mandala was initially confused, but the next moment, her heart stirred. Her eyes locked onto the scene, delicate features filled with disbelief.
As the mountain peak disintegrated, a spacious plaza hidden within the mountain's depths was revealed.
A lone figure stood silently in the center of the plaza.
Simply by standing there, the figure exuded an indescribable, overwhelming presence.
Even Mandala, who had just broken through to Perfected Earthly Supreme, felt utterly insignificant under this pressure.
She stared at the figure, her voice trembling with shock:
"It's… the Heavenly Emperor?!"
The figure was a man dressed in azure robes.
He was strikingly handsome and tall, his mere presence seeming to transcend heaven and earth. The space around him twisted and shifted at his whim.
Mandala's trembling legs regained strength as she leapt from Zhou Yi's arms, flying toward the plaza.
Zhou Yi followed unhurriedly.
As they drew closer, they noticed other things beside the Heavenly Emperor.
In his hand, he held a crystal-like longsword.
The sword was ancient and unadorned, like a rough, unsharpened blade embryo. Yet the terrifying power emanating from it was palpable.
The sword's crystalline light could sever space itself—each glimmering speck of light radiated an awe-inspiring force.
The sword was embedded in the ground, piercing through a pitch-black head roughly half a meter in size.
The head was decayed, leaving only a blackened skull—yet even this decayed remnant exuded a bone-chilling aura of pure evil.
However, Zhou Yi knew this was merely a deception by the Demon Emperor.
The true Heavenly Emperor was none other than the blackened skull.
When Mandala reached out to touch the Heavenly Emperor, a large hand pressed her shoulder.
"He's not the Heavenly Emperor."
Zhou Yi's voice came from behind, startling Mandala. She instinctively trusted him and immediately became wary.
Zhou Yi was a Heavenly Supreme, far stronger than her. If he said this wasn't the Heavenly Emperor, then there was only one explanation—
The Demon Emperor.
A terrifying existence on par with the Heavenly Emperor.
"Could the Demon Emperor still be alive?"
Mandala retreated to Zhou Yi's side, her gaze grave.
The Demon Emperor's power was legendary—even the peerless Heavenly Emperor had seemingly fallen alongside him.
If he still lived, his horror was unimaginable.
"He never died."
Zhou Yi casually slapped the figure.
The figure was sent flying, crashing into the distance.
In that moment, the figure's tightly shut eyes flickered open, revealing a sliver of malevolent black light that instantly vanished into the void.
Buzz!
The void tore open.
A viscous, pitch-black mist surged out, forming a sinister maw lined with jagged teeth.
The mouth ignored spatial distance, biting straight toward Mandala.
"Eat your motherf***er!"
Before Mandala could react, Zhou Yi flicked his hand, obliterating the demonic mouth with a casual slap.
"What a tiger fallen to the plain, bullied by dogs…"
The figure steadied himself in midair, a weathered voice filled with ancient vicissitudes.
His eyes were now fully open—pitch-black, radiating the most sinister aura in the world.
"The Heavenly Emperor truly was an extraordinary figure… One Breath Transforms Three Purities… Remarkable indeed. If not for a stroke of luck, he would have annihilated me."
The Demon Emperor stretched lazily, then turned his cold gaze toward Zhou Yi, smiling warmly:
"But I must thank you. Without that slap of yours, I couldn't have escaped the Heavenly Emperor's seal."
Mandala's face paled—she hadn't expected Zhou Yi to unwittingly help the Demon Emperor break free.
Zhou Yi's expression remained calm as he met the Demon Emperor's gaze with the same gentle smile:
"So what if you're free? Do you think you can leave?"
"Hahaha!"
The Demon Emperor burst into laughter, as if mocking Zhou Yi's ignorance.
"You must be an Immortal-Grade Heavenly Supreme… In this era, you should be one of the strongest."
"But trying to keep me here? A fool's dream!"
"Even with only one-tenth of my strength, you're not qualified to challenge me."
"In the past, small fries like you—this Emperor could swallow in one bite."
"Crunchy and crisp!"
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