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The emperor had fallen, and heaven and earth wailed. On the Golden List of the Heavens, the image of the Cangxuan Realm flickered as Dao and demon cultivators across the land wore different expressions, and those ancient monsters once suppressed by the emperor for an entire era shattered their seals and rose, eyes gleaming with ambition. Without that supreme figure who had reigned over an age, the world no longer had its unshakable pillar, and perhaps now was the time for these hidden powers to rise.
In the Dayan Dynasty, the imperial city was clothed in white, the streets filled with countless mourners dressed in mourning robes, weeping as they wandered. Despite whatever grievances some held against the dynasty, none dared to resent Emperor Yan Jiutian, for if not for him, the human race would still be weak and slaughtered year after year like grass beneath the feet of greater beings. It was he who had raised humanity, propped up the sky, and safeguarded their survival. Now that he was gone, heaven itself seemed on the verge of change. From every direction, demonic energy and killing intent swept across the land as a chilling pressure spread, gradually encircling the Dayan Dynasty. Malevolent forces fixed their gaze on the dynasty that had once swept away both Dao and demon alike and held dominance over an era.
Suddenly, the heavens shifted. Above, lightning and thunder clashed as an enormous vortex formed in the sky, exuding a terrifying divine might that drew every gaze upward. The commotion was greater even than the vision that had marked the emperor's fall, and voices rose in disbelief, declaring that only a being of the True God Realm or higher could cause such a phenomenon. Within the thunderous vortex, divine light surged and golden brilliance condensed as the sound of the Great Dao resounded, cranes soaring through auspicious clouds. A majestic palace emergedâan immortal temple filled with sacred qiâdescending slowly over the Cangxuan Realm with an overwhelming and suffocating aura. The Reception Temple had arrived, and in that instant, the infinite Spiritual Qi and Dao principles of the upper realms poured into the Cangxuan Realm like golden rain. The old regained vitality, and elderly cultivators who had been stuck for eons suddenly glimpsed a new path forward, their lives extended. Some wondered if a god was truly descending to invite them to the upper realm, and across the land, Dao and demon forces alike halted their movements, their expressions caught between awe, uncertainty, and anticipation.
The shrine's twin crimson-gold gates swung open with ancient force, and from within stepped a True God, blazing with divine light and impossible to look upon directly, each step falling as though he tread upon the sun and moon. From the Reception Temple he descended, his cold gaze sweeping across the entire realm, and the realization spread in a ripple of shockâit was a True God from the Upper Realm. Ancient records had long warned that the Cangxuan Realm was but a droplet in a vast ocean of Minor Worlds, with three thousand such worlds forming the Boundless Boundary Sea, beyond which lay the Supreme Universe World, the ultimate realm sought by generations of gods. Some recognized the temple as the legendary Reception Temple.
In the capital of Dayan, atop the towering palace walls, Yan Wuliangâthe seventh princeâstood in a brocade robe with a dragon-jade pendant at his waist, gripping the Emperor's Golden Sword as he looked solemnly at the temple above. The dynasty's records spoke of the Reception Temple, belonging to the Extreme Immortal Palace of the Supreme World. Though named "Immortal," the palace acted as it pleasedâslaughtering beings, seizing resources, and behaving more like demons than deities. The moment the emperor died, the Extreme Immortal Palace had descended, and Yan Wuliang knew this was no blessing but a disaster. Raising the Emperor's sword high, his voice thundered through the skies, commanding all soldiers of Dayan to prepare for war with this so-called god. Below, countless soldiers roared in unison, eyes sharp and blood boiling, vowing to fight to the last. Across the land, top sects scoured their ancient texts, recognizing the same name, and silence spread as the realm fixed its gaze on the Reception Temple, uncertain of what would followâthough some dared to hope the Immortal Palace might not intend destruction.
Far away, in the sacred mountains of Daluo, Xuanba and the others stood frozen as memory returned. When His Majesty Liandi had first entered the Supreme Universe, the first thing he had done was destroy the Palace of Blissânone other than the Extreme Immortal Palace itself. Shen Lian's gaze turned icy, the memory of the Immortal Palace still burning in his soul even after ten thousand years. Xuanba trembled, recalling the little monkey and guessing at the truth, but dared not voice it.
Under countless watching eyes, the True God within the Reception Temple stepped forward, his voice cold and detached, his eyes utterly indifferent. Declaring himself the Great Sun God Venerable of the Extreme Immortal Palace, he commanded the realm to surrender, promising out of mercy to spare thirty percent of its population, or else all would perish. His words carried no emotionâonly crueltyâand the realm erupted in outrage. Cries of defiance rose, voices swearing that surrender was impossible, and in the Dayan capital, weapons were drawn as formations formed, blood qi surging like wildfire to pierce the clouds.
The Great Sun God Venerable sneered at their resistance, dismissing them as ants and decreeing their annihilation. To him, this realm was a mere pebbleâits cultivators weak, its emperor dead, and no force remaining that could stand against the Immortal Palace. Behind him, the palace's disciples transformed into divine beams, piercing the sky and descending like stars of slaughter trailing fire, their intent clear: to carve the realm into countless fragments. Heaven and earth trembled, the void tore apart, mountains collapsed into dust, and rivers vanished from the map. These disciples, all stronger than the Cangxuan Realm's cultivators and armed with far more mysterious and devastating techniques, tore through the land. Only a handful of top sects could barely hold out; the rest were crushed without mercy.
That day, heaven and earth wept, all beings mourned, and the Cangxuan Realm descended into calamity.
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