However, Mount Buzhou now carried too many uncertainties. The body of a peerless Dragon Demon had fused into it, causing the mountain's suppression over the Eternal Night prodigies to fall within normal bounds. Whether Eternal Night or Eternal Heaven's Chosen, anyone who set foot upon Mount Buzhou would now be treated equally, without bias. Clearly, Eternal Night's goal was to create a fair battleground where both sides' prodigies could fight to the death—either you die, or I live. Brutal and simple.
This was a remodeling of the trial ground, ensuring that Mount Buzhou would no longer project its majesty against Eternal Night's prodigies.Otherwise, the moment they stepped onto the mountain, they would be crushed under unbearable suppression. Naturally, such oppression could not remain. Hence the clash between the two worlds' Heavenly Daos, which eventually reached a consensus, allowing Eternal Night to alter Mount Buzhou.
What exact bargains were struck, no one knew. But there was no doubt—an agreement had been made.
Such a transformation was akin to changing the very heavens and earth.
And this change was not yet finished. It would continue to evolve in the future, ever deepening. With time, even greater transformations and fortunes would be born. Already, time itself was altered within Mount Buzhou; vast evolutions were taking place. In a flash, thousands or tens of thousands of years could pass inside.
Ten years from now, the Chaotic Heavenly Ladder would open, and the prodigy war would begin. These ten years for the outside world meant that within Mount Buzhou, prodigies would experience millennia, tens of thousands of years, even entire epochs of cultivation time. Laws, Dao Rhymes, and Immortal treasures of fortune within would mature and evolve completely.
Fortune was not something achieved overnight—time was essential.
For now, Mount Buzhou had become a forbidden zone. None could enter or leave, especially near the Heavenly Ladder's ancient path. That place was paramount. Only ten years later would the true extent of these changes be revealed.
Countless prodigies witnessed this and felt their blood boil.
The Heavenly Ladder battle they already longed for became even more enticing. To clash against Eternal Night prodigies was the way to truly rise to fame, to be known across the Eternal World. Whoever survived would become a hero admired by countless beings. This was the dream of all prodigies.
"This power… truly inconceivable. To change heaven and earth itself—yet this is only what they've done atop Mount Buzhou."
A heavy look crossed Yi Tianxing's face.
Mount Buzhou was the Eternal World's First Divine Mountain, born of Pangu's fallen spine. Its nature was indestructible and immortal. It could directly connect to Chaos, drawing chaotic qi to nurture its beings. Even Innate Spirit Treasures striking it would cause little damage. Battles between Innate Supreme Treasures could not harm it either. Such was its strength.
To topple Mount Buzhou was harder than ascending to the heavens.
"This prodigy battle will be brutal beyond measure. Records say that in the last epoch, such a battle also took place. That war was savage to the extreme—countless prodigies perished miserably. If not for the sudden rise of the Martial Ancestor, who struck down countless Eternal Night prodigies, that war would have ended in Eternal Night's victory. Now, in this era, such a prodigy battle begins anew. The outlook is not optimistic."
Chang'e took a deep breath, her face solemn.
As one who had survived from the last epoch, much was no secret to her. She knew many truths that would be considered great secrets in this age. Eternal Night prodigies' strength was, on average, superior to those of the Eternal side.
Of course, that referred to combat power.
Victory or defeat still depended on countless other factors.
In short, the coming battle would not be easy. Blood would flow like rivers.
Yi Tianxing frowned slightly.
He himself would not participate in the prodigy war—but Yi Xianhuang and the others were determined to go. As he had once said, this was a path they had chosen. Even if the road ahead was an endless hell, even if they had to crawl on their knees, they would not turn back. To stop midway was never allowed.
To do so would only wear away their will.
Thus, this was their road to walk, even if it meant dying on Mount Buzhou. It was their choice, and he would not interfere. Yet, as a father, his concern for his children was genuine. Deep inside, he still wished for them to live, even to seize opportunities within Mount Buzhou.
"An unexpected change came too suddenly. It seems I must give them another trump card. Losing doesn't matter—as long as they keep their lives."
Such a thought flashed across Yi Tianxing's mind.
Just as the upheaval at Mount Buzhou was about to end, the hidden vortex revealed its black eye. Suddenly, its gaze shifted—falling directly upon the Nine-Dragon Chariot, upon Yi Tianxing and Chang'e.
The Nine-Dragon Chariot was an Supreme Treasure, its ancient draconic qi vast and heavy. Its aura was impossible to ignore.
Like an elephant ignoring ants—it might not care for their lives. But if lions or wolves approached, they would instantly draw its attention.
In the void, the Nine-Dragon Chariot shone like a blazing sun in the dark, impossible to overlook.
Moreover, Yi Tianxing's boundless fate was a beacon as bright as a guiding star.
"So it's you."
A flash of ruthless intent flickered in that dark eye.
The next instant, a streak of black gaze shot forth at unimaginable speed, piercing the void, landing upon Yi Tianxing. More dreadful than the gaze itself was the will it carried.
The will of death.
That single look meant: you die.
Yi Tianxing suddenly felt darkness sweep over him, endless and vast, engulfing him completely. His will was about to be obliterated.
"Sleep. Silence. Death. Fall!"
Countless dark whispers filled his mind, pressing upon his soul, threatening to shatter it entirely.
From the outside, Yi Tianxing fell silent in an instant. His face became blank, as though asleep, even his breathing ceasing.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The next moment, the Heavenly Emperor's Altar within him flared with dazzling divine light. Endless prayers of the living resounded, while atop the altar, the Hongmeng Heavenly Emperor Tower shone brilliantly. From it radiated mysterious heavenly sounds, while a Bodhi seed blossomed with sacred light. The darkness and death intent flooding his mind was forcefully halted—then rapidly dispersed.
The Hongmeng Tower, now an Supreme Treasure, unleashed unimaginable power, driving out the shadow. But even so, Yi Tianxing's mind endured a terrible impact.
Pfft!
When the darkness was finally purged, he spat a mouthful of blood. His face grew pale.
He raised his eyes toward the vortex in the void, locking onto that black gaze.
"Interesting. To withstand my Eye-Gaze—you do have some skill."
A cold thought emanated from the eye.
Yet in the next moment, the heavenly net of laws raged as if enraged by the gaze's act. Golden lightning erupted wildly, drowning the vortex, which was torn apart and vanished.
"Evil-Eye Sovereign… this debt will be settled."
Yi Tianxing drew a deep breath, his injuries already recovering quickly. He knew clearly who that eye belonged to—none other than the dreaded demon sovereign of Eternal Night, the Evil-Eye Sovereign. Without the Hongmeng Tower's suppression, he would have been annihilated, his soul dragged into eternal darkness.
This was a true Eye-Killing Gaze.
One glance—death.
So vicious, so terrifying.
In the Evil-Eye Sovereign's eyes, Yi Tianxing's identity held no secrets. The first move upon recognizing him was to kill him immediately, erasing a looming threat in its infancy.
Unfortunately, its strength was greatly weakened after passing through the heavenly law net. Otherwise, even the Hongmeng Tower might not have resisted. Then it truly would have been fatal.
One glance—you die.
If I want you dead now, you will die now.
Yi Tianxing had truly felt the breath of death. The terror of the Evil-Eye Sovereign was undeniable.
Now, he was no match. But in the future? Not necessarily. He carved this enmity deep in his heart. Sovereigns were not invincible.
"Good… very good. Since I can't strike directly, then let Eternal Night taste true pain. If they dare strike me, I'll repay it tenfold, a hundredfold. Otherwise, won't they think Yi Tianxing is easy to bully?"
A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes as countless thoughts surged.
"What happened just now, Your Majesty?"
Chang'e's face had paled, eyes full of worry as she looked at him. Clearly, he had been attacked.
"It's nothing. That little trick won't kill me. If this Emperor were so easy to slay, how could I have lived until now?"
Yi Tianxing sneered, waved his hand, and the Nine-Dragon Chariot continued sailing through the void.