Chapter 77: Heavenly Emperor Holy Dragon Art Part 2

When the scene unfolded before her, the Yin spirits were angry. The creature standing in front of them had long surpassed the limit that they could permit. First, this creature had entered their territory with impunity. It attacked without cause. This level of audacity was intolerable.

However, although they were angry, they were not a match for this opponent. The stranger was seemingly untouchable, impregnable to their attacks, as if by some ethereal force that repelled them. Every time they tried to close in on him, they were easily repelled, as if by an impenetrable wall of energy.

As the figure continued to move without offering any resistance, it soon approached the area of an old, worn stone monument towering over the entire area. Xian Yue stood before the monument, holding unwavering glances.

Standing before him were two who emanated power far in excess of any other Yin spirit that surrounded them. Those figures had an aura of greatness beyond the rest.

"Two Immortal Venerables?" Xian Yue thought, squinting his eyes. To see beings with such high cultivation levels be reduced to Yin spirits spoke to the degree to which the forces that ravaged this place must have been incomprehensible, possibly the work of an Immortal Emperor.

Among the Immortal Venerables sitting calmly beside the stone tablet, one looked up at Xian Yue, his face respectful and cautious. "Why have you come here, Your Excellency?" he inquired, trying to feel the bottom amd depth of power that Xian Yue had.

Being former Immortal Venerables themselves, the man in front of them was as if an abyss, too unfathomable and endless to be reached. Could this man be an Immortal Emperor? Then, facing him only meant their deaths.

Nothing could make them act based on impulsive instincts with the strength combined into one. After all, if Xian Yue is an Immortal Emperor, they would not have the chance.

There is no sign of danger coming from Xian Yue as two Immortal Venerables began to get calm. There was no presence of any bad intention in the air-if he wanted to kill them, they would already be dead.

"It's nothing too serious," Xian Yue shrugged, turning his eyes to the grand stone tablet. "I was told there is a scripture that exceeds from the rest here and wanted to see it."

He looked at the massive monument running over every word inscribed on the stone.

"An Immortal Emperor-level technique? Heavenly Emperor Holy Dragon Art?" He whispered with great curiosity. But then furrowed his eyebrows as he looked closely at it. "Only half of it is left here. What happened to the other half?"

Meanwhile, in the Yunxiao Dynasty, Xian Wu, Xian Yue's father, was also searching for that exact same technique. Compared to his son who understood its very essence in one instant, however, Xian Wu could still hardly fathom its depth.

"If you can, feel free to take the technique with you," one of the Immortal Venerables comments casually. "We can't practice it anyway.".

Being Yin spirits, they could use no techniques from the living.

"If you master this art, you might even grow a body comparable to that of a holy dragon," Xian Yue said thoughtfully, a small smile playing on his face. He was well-pleased with the imagination of the master who had developed this style. "To grow a divine physique from nothing-what a brazen feat. Most special constitutions are innate, but this art attempts to defy that and make one from sheer willpower."

Without a moment's hesitation, Xian Yue started to absorb the knowledge of the scripture. He quickly grasped all its minute details, reconstructing in his mind the parts of the technique he had forgotten and comprehending full scope of its power. Time alone would tell if his interpretation matched the original, but not so slowly did Xian Yue remember that he had forgotten the ending, the most important part of the technique.

"The so-called holy dragon body is not a special constitution in the sense of tradition," Xian Yue remarked. "It's a body tempered and refined to such an extent that it can almost rival the indestructibility of the holy dragon itself."

A holy dragon was said to excel in all domains for unmatched physical prowess. Creating a body comparable to one from a holy dragon was not an easy task.

With that, now that he'd memorized the technique, Xian Yue rose to leave. However, when his thoughts wandered back once again to the gilded stone tablet in front of him, he found it wasn't a monument but an Immortal Weapon.

Two Immortal Venerables looked at each other knowingly. This stranger could take away the Immortal Weapon, open a passage between the underworld and the living world, and then the forces of the underworld would enter through it and go about conquering.

No ordinary passage. It was a Great Dao; a bridge wide enough for even an Immortal Emperor to traverse. If this connection were established, the armies of the underworld could pour through and dominate the realm of the living.

Xian Yue's hand touched the golden monument, and in swift motion, he pulled it from the ground.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

A set of small explosions resonated throughout the region as the seals holding the monument to the earth crumbled.

"He is an Immortal Emperor!" one of the Immortal Venerables exclaimed. Only an Immortal Emperor could raise the Immortal Monument and reveal the dark, seemingly bottomless chasm beneath-a tunnel to unknown places.

Mei Rong, who had silently observed everything thus far, shivered in shock. That mysterious being, Xian Yue, was an Immortal Emperor? If even the two immensely powerful Yin spirits said so, then it had to be true.

An Immortal Emperor—an existence respected even among the Immortals—stands in front of her. How could Xian Yue have risen to such heights of cultivation?

Hardly had the golden monument been raised when ghostly mist poured in thick masses from the sealed passageway. The oppressive atmosphere of hell burst forth as it were an unspent river breaking open the dam with an overflow, flooding all things around.

"The pass is open!" one of the Immortal Venerables laughed maniacally. "Finally the way to the underword is clear! Now prepare to herald the coming of the armies of the underworld!

There was power coming from Xian Yue, but he did not inspire any form of fear in the Immortal Venerable. The underworld did have its Immortal Emperors. Even if Xian Yue were as powerful as his legend, surely the Immortal Emperors of the underworld would end his life.

However, Xian Yue remained impassive and only gazed at the Immortal Venerable. In a sweeping motion of his arm, the tunnel with the whirlpool of ghostly mist vanished into the face of the earth in a split second. That dark ominous pass did not exist anymore and seemed to never have existed.

The Yin spirits were staring in awe. One of the spirits ventured to ask hesitantly, "Where did the passage go? Where is the bridge between Yin and Yang?

Pale with shock, the Immortal Venerable turned to Xian Yue. "What have you done?" he stammered.

"Nothing in particular," Xian Yue replied coolly. "I just deleted the passage."

"Deleted? Impossible!" the Immortal Venerable exclaimed. "Not even an Immortal Emperor can delete a passage between realms. Who are you?"

Indeed, such a chapter as this, especially one as bolstered by Immortal Emperor-level power from both realms, could only be sealed, not destroyed. To truly erase it required power that superseded even the strongest of Immortal Emperors.

Xian Yue's eyes narrowed. "Who I am isn't important," he said, his voice cold. "What's important is that you called me a fool.".

The Immortal Venerable opened his mouth to respond, but before he could utter another word, his body turned into ash at a mere thought from Xian Yue.

The other Immortal Venerables froze in terror. Even though his body was weak like a Yin spirit's, it was that of an Immortal Venerable. Still, Xian Yue had killed his mate upon just the slightest fluttering of a thought. This man's power couldn't possibly be comprehended. He wasn't even an Immortal Emperor. He was much, much more than that.

"Is there a treasure known as the Poison Pearl here?" Xian Yue asked, his piercing gaze still directed at the remaining Yin spirit.

Behind him, Mei Kai couldn't help but contain her excitement. Even now, amidst this overbearing power, Xian Yue still remembered his request, and that showed how kind he was to those far weaker than himself.