Chapter 195: The Literary Marquis of Great Chu
BOOM!
A deafening explosion rocked the heavens.
On the Holy Son Peak of the Profound Sun Holy Land, after half a year of closed-door cultivation, a terrifying surge of power erupted like the rising of a blazing sun. Dark clouds billowed violently across the sky, as waves of destruction tore through the mountain’s protective arrays, enveloping the entire peak in an ominous, suffocating aura.
Amidst the chaos, a shadowy figure appeared, so pitch-black it seemed to absorb all light, its form vast and ancient like a primeval demonic god. For a brief instant, it stood there as though it could sever the Three Thousand Realms with its presence.
But it lasted only a moment.
That black silhouette vanished, replaced by a blinding golden brilliance. From the clouds, a radiant figure ascended—his aura divine and overwhelming.
He stood high above the sky, his robes billowing, defying the storm of darkness beneath him. His eyes opened and closed slowly, each blink unleashing waves of annihilation.
“That’s… the Holy Son!”
All throughout Profound Sun Holy Land, countless disciples witnessed the spectacle with shock and awe.
In just half a year, the Holy Son’s power had grown unfathomably terrifying.
His aura no longer belonged to any singular concept or realm. It had transcended all traditional understanding—something vast, primal, and untouchable.
“For a second there… I thought I was looking at a real Emperor!”
“No joke. I’ve never seen an Emperor, but if I had to guess what one feels like… this is it.”
Though still at the peak of the Life and Death Realm, just the leakage of Li Xun’s aura made many collapse to their knees. Even elders of Profound Sun Holy Land struggled to muster resistance against the pressure.
Only someone like the Profound Sun Holy Lord could stand unaffected in front of such raw power.
In the Sky—
Li Xun’s eyes gleamed with clarity, a flicker of joy flashing deep within them.
“So… my grasp of the Law of Destruction has finally taken another step forward,” he muttered to himself.
As he took in the stormy heavens and ravaged surroundings, he reined in his entire aura. With one hand, he looked down at the drop of black imperial blood nestled in his palm.
Even now, its radiance hasn't dimmed.
The laws contained within this drop of Emperor’s Blood remained intact, endless and untouched, as though they could never be exhausted.
He understood why.
His current level was simply too low.
Even a single drop of an Emperor's Blood carried more laws than a mortal or saint could comprehend in a lifetime. For someone like him—still below the Saint Realm—it was impossible to fully decipher it.
“I probably won’t be able to understand everything hidden in this drop until I become a Saint myself,” Li Xun sighed, before putting it away carefully.
At that exact moment, a group of people arrived, flying swiftly toward him. At the front was the Profound Sun Holy Lord, followed by over a dozen core disciples.
“You’ve made quite the progress during this closed-door cultivation,” the Holy Lord’s voice rang out before he even landed.
“Greetings, Holy Lord,” Li Xun replied, turning to bow slightly. “It was nothing more than a stroke of insight.”
“Hah! A ‘stroke of insight’ that most people couldn’t achieve in their entire lives,” the Holy Lord chuckled, a hint of admiration in his eyes.
He gestured toward the disciples behind him and said, “You already know why we’re here, don’t you?”
“It’s about the reappearance of the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect, isn’t it?”
Li Xun asked calmly.
“Exactly,” the Holy Lord nodded, his expression serious.
“While you were in seclusion, that ancient sect revealed itself. To open its legacy and access its secrets, four tokens are needed.”
“Three of them have already surfaced. But the fourth token… has yet to appear.”
“Regardless, the inheritance has already emerged,” the Profound Sun Holy Lord continued.
“I expect the fourth token will show itself soon enough. I intend to have you
lead the younger generation in seizing the legacy of the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect.”“The younger generation?”
Li Xun echoed the phrase, eyes flickering with thought.
Of course.
Now that the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect had resurfaced, the opportunity it offered was boundless. And this time, there were no restrictions barring older cultivators from participating.
Which meant…
There would definitely be Divine Palace Realm experts making moves.
And if the inheritance proved valuable enough…
Even Saints might intervene.
Still, Li Xun’s gaze firmed.
“Rest assured, Holy Lord. I will not fail you.”
The Profound Sun Holy Lord nodded with satisfaction.
“That’s all I needed to hear. Among the younger generation, there’s likely no one left who can rival you.”
Li Xun said nothing more.
His gaze swept across the group standing behind the Holy Lord—dozens of elite disciples. Among them, he spotted a few familiar faces.
One of them: Ye Han.
As expected…
Wherever there’s a great opportunity, the so-called ‘protagonists’ are never far behind.
Li Xun smirked inwardly at the irony.
Without wasting time, he cupped his hands respectfully and excused himself.
Then, summoning his Golden Divine Chariot, he expanded its internal space to accommodate his fellow disciples and led the team into the depths of the Savage Mountain Range.
. . . . . . . .
At the same time, within the boundless wilderness of the Savage Mountain Range, the place where the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect had manifested was now ringed by people.
Each surrounding peak was crowded with cultivators. Most of them are at the Life and Death Realm, but there are some Divine Palace Realm powerhouses.
The sheer presence of these experts made the very air feel like a boiling furnace. The area within several thousand miles was cloaked in intense spiritual energy and blood pressure. Weaker cultivators who entered the region would immediately feel breathless—some even suffered internal injuries just from proximity.
“Has the Profound Sun Holy Son still not arrived?”
On one high peak, the Heavenly Heart Sacred Holy Son stood with deep eyes, gazing off in the direction of Profound Sun Holy Land. His voice was soft, but his concern was clear.
He was not alone in waiting.
Many present were keeping an eye out for Li Xun, but to their disappointment, he had yet to appear. It was almost as if he didn’t care about the emergence of the Ancient Sect at all.
Just when everyone was beginning to doubt his arrival—
A divine light burst through the void.
It formed a celestial path that stretched across the heavens from a far-distant horizon.
Atop this divine road walked a young man. His bearing was noble and refined, with an imperial aura exuding from every step. Each footfall resonated with the rhythm of the world itself, as if he moved in harmony with heaven and earth.
This newcomer was a force to be reckoned with. His cultivation was no weaker than the Holy Sons and Holy Daughters of the major sects. Divine radiance gleamed from his body, and holy light rippled with every motion.
Behind him walked another young man, equally elegant and extraordinary. Further back followed several old retainers and guards.
Seeing this, the Heavenly Heart Sacred Holy Son narrowed his eyes.
“A prince of the Great Chu Dynasty?” he murmured.
“But who is that man walking behind him?”
The Great Chu Dynasty had many princes and princesses. The one approaching now—Prince #132, by rank—was from the lower tier of royalty. He was around the same age as the gathered geniuses, and his strength was comparable.
So his presence made sense.
What puzzled everyone was the young man following closely behind him—someone unfamiliar, yet clearly exceptional.
“Holy Son,” an old man at the Heavenly Heart Sacred Holy Son’s side stepped forward, offering insight.
“That young man is Yang Yi, second son of Duke Yang of the Great Chu Dynasty. He cultivates the Confucian Path.”
“Not long ago, he had a sudden breakthrough and crossed the Life and Death Realm.”
“Reportedly, he endured the eight lightning calamities tribulation.”
“The Emperor of Great Chu personally granted him the title of Literary Marquis.”