Big Dipper.
The Primordial Imperial City.
Once the most sacred place beneath the heavens, a holy ground revered by cultivators of all races.
But ever since the Nether Demon Emperor entered, this land had become the darkest, most cursed place in existence.
Fortunately, his reign was nearing its end. Soon, the Primordial Imperial City would return to its former glory.
"Great! The Nether Demon Emperor, that devil, is finally going to die!"
"The Demon Emperor has committed countless atrocities, slaughtering the innocent and bringing calamity wherever he goes. It serves him right to die! Hahaha…"
Outside the Imperial City, killing shouts thundered.
Countless cultivators rejoiced, applauding the downfall of the Nether Demon Emperor.
A massive formation enveloped the city. Runes blazed, divine light surged, and the aura of the Great Dao lingered in the air.
This was the legendary Immortal Array—even true immortals, once trapped within, could not escape.
"Hahaha! The Nether Demon Emperor thought that by severing the Immortal Path he could reign supreme forever. But now, trapped in the Immortal Array, his cultivation drains with every breath. He must be trembling in fear!"
"If not for the seven female emperors joining forces, we could never have sealed him inside."
"The seven female emperors—truly, their merit is boundless!"
At the mention of their names, admiration shone on every face.
Young cultivators stirred restlessly, eager to rush into the city, slay the Demon Emperor, and win the favor of a female emperor.
"You'll die!"
An elder cultivator dragged them back, his voice stern.
"Do you not understand? Though the Immortal Array is mighty, the Nether Demon Emperor was once a supreme immortal. Even in decline, a thin camel is larger than a horse! You think you can kill him? Haven't you noticed—the seven female emperors themselves have yet to act?"
The hot-blooded youths froze. Fear chilled their hearts.
How reckless they had been!
This was the Nether Demon Emperor—a butcher of geniuses and prodigies. Even weakened, he could still slaughter them like ants.
If he decided to drag them into death with him, their deaths would be meaningless.
One by one, the noisy cultivators fell silent, waiting instead for the Immortal Array to grind the Demon Emperor into nothing.
Inside the city.
A white-haired young man, refined and elegant, sat cross-legged atop a sacred altar.
Had it not been for the empty city surrounding him, none would have believed that this gentle figure was the same man feared across the Immortal Realm—the Nether Demon Emperor.
His cultivation was crumbling, his vitality waning. Yet no fear showed on his face—only a touch of loneliness.
Soon, he would be nothing but a cripple.
And then, he would die at the hands of his own disciples.
Buzz!
The void trembled.
Seven overwhelming auras descended from the heavens.
The white-haired man looked up and smiled faintly.
They had come.
His seven apprentices—the ones who would take their master's life.
The void rippled.
A woman appeared, her figure as cold as ice.
"The Northern Empress!" gasps rang out.
Excitement swept the crowd.
"To see her true face—even if I die today, I have no regrets!"
But the Northern Empress ignored their adoration. Her gaze never wavered from the white-haired man within the city.
"Xiao Fan!" Her voice was sharp as a blade. "Back then, you accepted me as your disciple, infiltrated my Leng family, killed my parents, and stole everything we owned. You escaped once before—but this time, I will have your life in blood!"
She raised her hand. Emperor-level power pressed down like the heavens collapsing.
The earth trembled. Cultivators gasped for breath, frozen beneath her might.
But even their awe was drowned by shock.
The Nether Demon Emperor's true name—Xiao Fan.
And more: the Northern Empress had once been his disciple.
The revelation spread like wildfire.
In the cultivation world, to betray one's master was unforgivable. But when the master was a monster like Xiao Fan, everyone instead saw righteousness in her vengeance.
The Northern Empress's attack roared toward the city. If it landed, Xiao Fan's weakened body would be obliterated.
Yet at the last moment—
Boom!
A second emperor's power erupted, colliding with hers and dispersing the strike.
The clash shook heaven and earth. Xiao Fan staggered, coughing blood. His face turned pale.
The Northern Empress frowned and turned her gaze to the void.
Another woman stepped forth, radiant as the moon, breathtaking as a goddess descended.
"The Taiyin Empress!" gasps filled the air.
The crowd erupted in awe at her beauty. But then an elder's voice cut through:
"Did none of you see? The Taiyin Empress… blocked the Northern Empress's strike! She saved the Nether Demon Emperor!"
The realization struck like lightning.
Why would the Taiyin Empress save him?
The Northern Empress's expression hardened.
"Taiyin Empress, do you intend to protect him?"
The two stood, equals in beauty and power, yet neither yielding an inch.
But the Northern Empress's heart was resolute—
No matter what happened, the Nether Demon Emperor Xiao Fan must die today.