As the Xu Family ancestor appeared, the Twelve Heavenly Venerables immediately sealed off the surroundings, cutting off every possible escape route for Long Lingtian.
“Die!” The ancestor waved his hand. The power of heaven and earth condensed into a 300-meter-long flood dragon, roaring as it tore through the sky, overturning heaven and earth as it carried the force of the Great Dao toward Long Lingtian.
Xu Feng stepped beside Xu Ning with a cheerful smile. “Ning’er, thanks to you! Without your warning, the Xu Family would have been drenched in blood today!”
Xu Ning shook his head calmly. “It may not end so easily.”
In the original novel, Long Lingtian’s greatest trump cards were his Supreme Dragon Blood and the remnant soul of a Sovereign Law Realm expert.
But that was only on the surface. As a child of destiny, turning danger into safety and misfortune into fortune was standard. It all depended on how the heavens intended to protect him.
Xu Feng raised a brow, surprise evident in his voice. “You mean he still has more trump cards?”
As soon as he spoke, Yao Ling’er also cast a curious glance at Xu Ning.
She had always believed she knew Long Lingtian well, yet now it seemed he had hidden many things from her. He had never truly trusted her.
Xu Ning nodded. “That’s right.”
The moment his words fell, a sudden change occurred.
The 300-meter flood dragon rushing toward Long Lingtian seemed to slam into an invisible wall. The sky trembled violently with thunderous rumbling before the dragon shattered into countless fragments, scattering like dust.
“This…” The Xu Family ancestor frowned deeply, sensing something was wrong.
“Hahaha!”
A bold, resounding laugh echoed from the heavens, like the toll of an ancient bell reverberating across the entire Xu Residence. The sound carried immense power, pressing down on everyone—those with weaker cultivation felt their chests tighten, some even coughing up blood.
“Xu Tianyue, it’s been a hundred years. You’re still the same.”
As the voice fell, boundless demonic energy surged across the sky, dark clouds blotting out the sun.
A middle-aged man clad in pitch-black armor appeared in the heavens, gripping the Eight Desolation Demonic Halberd.
“Northern King, Yuwen Wushuang!”
Xu Tianyue’s pupils shrank to pinpoints, his entire body bristling as he prepared for a life-and-death battle.
It wasn’t just him. Everyone present, regardless of status or cultivation, trembled involuntarily.
The Yuwen Family—once the number one great family of the Mystic Saint Heavenly Domain.
Since the Mystic Saint Empress rose to power after purging the court, the Yuwen Family had been exiled to the Northern Region to monitor the Northern Underworld Divine Domain. Without the Empress’s summons, they were forbidden from returning to the Royal Capital.
Long Lingtian, who had nearly fallen into despair, suddenly showed overwhelming joy. He clasped his fists toward the sky. “Junior greets Senior Yuwen!”
Yuwen Wushuang glanced down at him, undisguised admiration in his eyes. “Boy Ling Tian, I’ll help you wipe out the Xu Family today. Are you willing to become my disciple?”
Long Lingtian stared at Xu Ning and Yao Ling’er, a savage grin forming on his lips. “Of course!”
“Yuwen Wushuang, you’ve got some nerve! Daring to return to the Royal Capital without permission—aren’t you afraid of the Empress’s wrath?” Xu Tianyue snorted coldly as his figure flashed into the sky, facing Yuwen Wushuang from afar.
“You mean that traitor who killed her lord to seize power? She’s not worthy! My Yuwen Family has already pledged allegiance to the Northern Underworld Divine Emperor. Today, we’ll use the heads of the Xu Family as our offering!”
Yuwen Wushuang sneered, waving his hand. Behind him, twenty figures clad in black armor appeared, each radiating the aura of the Heavenly Venerable Realm.
“Before arriving, I’ve already sealed off the Xu Family’s Heavenly Secrets. For three days, no one outside will sense your existence.”
“Perfect. Today I’ll kill two birds with one stone—take in Ling Tian and destroy the Xu Family!”
With a swing of his arm, the Eight Desolation Demonic Halberd descended, wrapped in overwhelming demonic energy. Xu Tianyue did not back down, gathering the power of heaven and earth within a 100-kilometer radius and unleashing his strongest strike.
Boom!
Though both were at the Sovereign Law Realm, the difference was immediately apparent.
Yuwen Wushuang remained unmoved, while Xu Tianyue was sent flying, coughing up blood.
“Men, follow me—kill!”
The twenty Heavenly Venerables of the Northern Army attacked simultaneously. Outnumbered, the Xu Family’s Twelve Heavenly Venerables were forced into retreat, completely suppressed.
Seeing the Xu Family fall into a disadvantage, the surrounding guests fell into despair.
“The Northern Army is rebelling!”
“It’s over… we’re all going to die!”
“Long Lingtian, a nobody, actually commands such terrifying forces!”
Long Lingtian’s face twisted with satisfaction. He stared at Xu Ning and Yao Ling’er with a savage grin. “You dared oppose me? You’re still too green!”
“Xu Ning, today I’ll grind your bones to dust!” He stepped forward slowly. “As for Yao Ling’er, I won’t kill you. I’ll refine you into a human-shaped cauldron for my cultivation!”
Hearing his words, Yao Ling’er’s mind trembled violently. Her body shook uncontrollably.
She instinctively looked at Xu Ning—only to find him standing calmly with his hands behind his back, a faint smile still playing on his lips as if everything were under control.
“Don’t be afraid,” Xu Ning said gently, patting her back in reassurance.
After comforting her, Xu Ning turned his gaze toward the direction of the Royal Capital, the smile on his lips deepening.
As expected of a child of destiny… backed by the heavens themselves, truly terrifying.
Fortunately, I’ve already made preparations. Judging by the timing… she should be here soon.
A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he watched Long Lingtian approach.
At that moment, a gentle yet clear female voice descended from the heavens.
“Oh? Quite lively here.”
The instant the voice appeared, both sides halted involuntarily.
Xu Tianyue let out a long breath. Xu Feng’s face lit up with joy. Yuwen Wushuang looked as though he had seen a ghost. Long Lingtian’s grin froze. The guests showed a mix of relief and fear.
The Mystic Saint Empress…
She had purged the court, crushed rebels, and suppressed the entire domain.
Corpses had piled like mountains, countless lives lost. Numerous great families had been annihilated by her hand, and vast territories had turned into dead lands.
The fear of the Empress was etched into the bones of every cultivator in the Mystic Saint Heavenly Domain—a nightmare none could forget.
And now… she had arrived.
Aside from the Xu Family, everyone else was utterly shocked.
“I came at Xu Ning’s invitation to admire the flowers,” she said.
As her words fell, an overwhelming pressure descended from the sky, like the will of heaven itself. No one dared meet it directly.
Yuwen Wushuang’s face changed drastically. Without hesitation, he grabbed Long Lingtian and burned his essence to activate a secret technique, fleeing dozens of kilometers away in an instant.
But the moment he reappeared, a terrifying force locked onto him. A blazing golden sun infused with supreme laws followed instantly, releasing a wave of destruction that obliterated everything.
Yuwen Wushuang was annihilated on the spot—body and soul reduced to nothing.
The destructive force did not stop. It swept outward like a tidal wave, erasing everything in its path.
Feeling the terrifying might of the Empress’s strike, Long Lingtian shouted in despair, “Master, save me!”
Wei Qingyi emerged from the Soul-Nurturing Ring. Clenching her teeth, she gathered all her remaining power and slashed open a spatial rift.
Seizing his last chance, Long Lingtian dove into the rift.
[System Notification: The child of destiny’s Dao Heart has been damaged. Three strands of Primordial Purple Qi plundered, automatically converted into 600 fortune points.]
Hearing the notification, Xu Ning let out a long breath and couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.
“The child of destiny really is hard to kill… Even hunted by the final villain, with Yuwen Wushuang dead, he only suffers damage to his Dao Heart.”
Thunderous rumbling echoed through the sky as the Empress waved her hand, suppressing all twenty Heavenly Venerables of the Northern Army in an instant.
Only then did Xu Ning finally have the chance to witness the Empress in person.