The wind howled mournfully.

  Beyond the Five Phoenixes, the atmosphere was deathly still.

  A new Emperor had been born, yet the Ancient Emperor remained. Their Emperor pressures clashed mightily—forming a terrifying storm.

  From the very beginning, they seemed destined to stand opposed.

  Having achieved Golden Immortal—becoming the first Emperor in the nine heavens in millions of years—Micah’s aura reached its absolute peak in this moment.

  Everything he had once dreamed of—had now come true.

  His heart burned like fire. He wished to challenge the old authority.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor hovered—looking down—his eyes carrying the pressure of a superior.

  He carried the coffin on his back—his body wreathed in vast energy.

  The powerhouses of the Heavenly Spirit Clan Holy Hall stood in the void—drawing deep breaths—watching this confrontation.

  They had never imagined such a scene.

  Micah proving Emperor—confronting the Heavenly Spirit Clan’s Ancient Emperor.

  This sight was one for the ages—how breathtaking.

  Many Saints’ convictions were shaken. Though they firmly revered the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—their hearts still harbored a trace of longing.

  Longing for what?

  Perhaps—for a myth to be shattered.

  Micah was the challenger. The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor was the eternal myth.

  And now—Micah sought to challenge the eternal myth—to challenge the impossible.

  From afar—

  Lu watched the spectacle.

  In truth—with his current state—he still had some chance against the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor. Though the Emperor was strong—after obtaining the Golden Element Immortal Demon Body and consolidating his Qi Refining Layer Ten cultivation—

  Lu was not without suppression against the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor.

  Most importantly—Lu had a trump card: Heavenly Dao blessing.

  The current Five Phoenix Heavenly Dao was immensely powerful.

  Though still inferior to the nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao—

  It was still a Heavenly Dao. With its blessing—Lu’s combat power would rise further.

  By then…

  With the Golden Element Immortal Demon Body—he should have confidence to hammer the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor.

  However—all this was based on the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s displayed strength.

  Yet Lu did not believe a millions-year-old Ancient Emperor only possessed this level.

  The coffin the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor carried—clearly hid something.

  Micah proving Emperor—was within Lu’s expectations.

  Lu had stalled the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor precisely to create this opportunity for Micah.

  Now—the opportunity had arrived.

  With Micah successfully proving Emperor—confronting the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—

  An Emperor battle was inevitable.

  A clash between new Emperor and old Emperor.

  Lu had no intention of intervening. Perfect for letting Micah and the others train.

  While Micah, Lu Jiulian, and Tantai Xuan proved Emperor—Lu clearly felt massive spiritual energy contributions—greatly elevating his cultivation.

  This further bolstered Lu’s confidence.

  Facing the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—he grew increasingly assured.

  …

  Micah looked at the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—expression complex—but mostly excited and eager.

  “Emperor—long time no see.”

  Micah spoke.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor looked down—his eyes showing no emotional fluctuation. Micah proving Emperor surprised him—but he did not care much.

  “Even having proven Emperor—you remain a traitor. Think proving Emperor lets you challenge this Emperor?”

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor said calmly.

  His Heavenly Spirit Sword slowly rose. The imperial weapon’s aura seemed ready to shatter endless void.

  “You… are still far off.”

  Micah said nothing.

  Only his aura grew increasingly powerful—overwhelming.

  This power stemmed from unshakeable belief in himself.

  Micah had always believed his talent rivaled Ancient Emperors.

  After all—in his era—he was the most gifted, the most monstrous cultivator.

  He was the brightest star among geniuses.

  Even in his twilight—he had firmly believed this. Thus—heaven left a path.

  On this path—he displayed peerless brilliance!

  With the Five Phoenixes’ help—he restarted cultivation—scattering his peak cultivation—beginning anew.

  Now—he had truly broken the shackles—proving the Dao—becoming Emperor.

  “Back then—when I first emerged—full of spirit—I once pointed at the heavens—boldly declaring: one day—I will battle an Emperor.”

  “I chased this goal for hundreds of thousands of years. Yet in Quasi-Emperor realm—I saw no hope.”

  “Today—I have regained my former self.”

  Micah said.

  The next moment—his aura reached its zenith.

  Vast fortune surged above his head—like a vast sea.

  Buzz!

  Void shattered. Micah struck first—crossing the sky. Today—he, Micah—would ignite a true Emperor battle!

  “Merely newly proven.”

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor sneered.

  He admitted Micah surprised him—but so what?

  He had accumulated in Emperor realm far longer than Micah. Constantly battling in the Primordial Starry Sky—how could a newly proven Emperor compare?

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor moved instantly.

  Yet as he acted—he remained wary of Lu.

  Lu Ping’an—this was the one he truly feared in the Five Phoenixes. The other newly proven Emperors—he did not worry about.

  But Lu—he could not see through.

  He always felt Lu had hidden cards.

  Thus—he had to keep part of his mind on Lu.

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  Boom!

  Micah and the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor clashed.

  This was an Emperor-realm battle—instantly entering the outer void battlefield. Terrifying sword light leaked from the battlefield.

  Sword light swept—as though to pierce the entire world.

  Fortunately—Lu acted—easily suppressing the sword qi.

  Micah fought bravely—like swimming against a raging current—constantly advancing.

  He cleaved wind and waves—his battle intent soared.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  The terrifying battle shook the entire outer void battlefield.

  Countless powerhouses—risking life—entered the outer void battlefield to watch.

  Compared to Lu and the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s battle—this one drew their eyes more. Not just because of grudges—but the transition between new Emperor and old—representing an era’s change.

  Thus—they watched intently.

  Terrifying power swept—even Saints felt extreme pressure.

  Yet they endured the aftermath—still staring at the two figures—blazing like constant stars—in the outer void battlefield.

  They were too strong—casual moves capable of destroying everything.

  Lu naturally watched too.

  What surprised him—was that Micah—under the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s oppression—showed no fear or retreat.

  That battle intent—even made Lu click his tongue.

  Like a leopard facing a tiger.

  Of course—what shocked Lu more… was that Micah did not collapse instantly.

  Though Micah had proven Emperor—the gap with the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor was still vast.

  A millions-year-old Ancient Emperor—who knew his full depth?

  “Fight!”

  Micah blazed with radiant light. His fist struck—a dead continent shattered.

  He attacked with full force—every cell and drop of blood reviving.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s sword moved—displaying ultimate killing intent.

  His eyes cold—but within the coldness—indeed some surprise.

  Micah’s flesh was strong—stronger than newly proven Emperors. Moreover—Micah’s foundation was solid—solid enough to astonish him.

  “I proved the Dao through Extreme Realm. Today—I battle an Emperor!”

  Micah’s golden hair whipped. His entire being seemed rejuvenated—robes fluttering—like peerless sharpness—capable of cutting everything.

  His aura rose and fell.

  Shockwaves scattered—causing many watching Saints to cough blood—like torn paintings—flying backward.

  Micah’s eyes blazed. In this moment—he evolved fist techniques.

  Using his Extreme Realm path—he created Extreme Dao Fist!

  Each punch seemed to push through eternity.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s gaze condensed—but he merely sneered.

  Sword light rose—sweeping across the sky.

  Pfft!

  Micah’s fist collided with sword light—instantly drawing blood.

  Every drop of blood seemed capable of crushing void.

  Blood-soaked—Micah remained fearless—still executing his newly comprehended Extreme Dao Fist.

  Each punch’s wind carried terrifying power—capable of annihilating anything below Third-Derivation high-martial.

  The surrounding spectators’ blood boiled. They stared greedily at Micah.

  An Emperor-realm powerhouse evolving fist techniques on the spot—what priceless scene.

  If they could comprehend something—their strength would leap forward.

  Overlord, Tang Yimo, and others’ eyes gleamed. Micah’s domineering fist style somewhat resembled theirs. Perhaps they could learn—gain insight—even obtain a chance to prove the Dao.

  Void tore open.

  Two terrifying pressures spread.

  Lu Jiulian sat on his green lotus—entering the outer void battlefield.

  Tantai Xuan stepped on a vast sea of karma—like a peerless Emperor—standing in the sky.

  Their appearance brought endless pressure.

  “Another Emperor!”

  “Such terrifying aura! The void is nearly crushed… two more newly born Emperors!”

  “Including Micah—three consecutive Emperors born! What kind of opportunity is this!”

  “The Five Phoenixes… the Five Phoenixes truly is a land of hope. In the nine heavens—proving Emperor was hopeless. But this new world—the Five Phoenixes—is filled with opportunity!”

  Many Saints—seeing Tantai Xuan and Lu Jiulian—had their mentalities shift.

  They became somewhat frenzied—unable to suppress their emotions.

  The nine heavens blocked the path to Emperor—for millions of years—how many peerless prodigies failed to prove the Dao.

  While the Five Phoenixes—a newly opened heaven—was brimming with fortune. Proving Emperor… was right now!

  In an instant—many Saints’ hearts wavered—wanting to join the Five Phoenixes like Micah.

  Tantai Xuan and Lu Jiulian glanced at Lu—slightly nodding.

  Their eyes still carried complexity.

  Upon reaching Golden Immortal—they thought they could see through Lu’s cultivation—yet Lu remained shrouded in mystery.

  Perhaps… this was Young Master Lu—always enigmatic.

  Then—their attention fell on Micah and the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s battle.

  Their expressions grew grave.

  Micah was completely suppressed—beaten badly. The gap was too vast.

  Though Micah evolved Emperor-realm fist techniques—the disparity in raw power and combat experience could not be bridged quickly.

  Most importantly…

  Micah had no imperial weapon.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s Heavenly Spirit Sword was a true imperial weapon—forged with care—accompanying him for millions of years.

  With such a weapon—his combat power was naturally immense.

  While Micah, Tantai Xuan, and Lu Jiulian—having just proven the Dao—had no imperial weapons.

  This was their greatest disadvantage.

  Pfft!

  In the void—a burst of blood exploded.

  Micah’s fists were slashed to bare bone.

  He understood his disadvantage—but he refused to retreat—like an unyielding challenger.

  Charging forward relentlessly.

  His pushing fist technique carried extreme explosive power.

  The outer void battlefield had long shattered—endless rifts spreading. Spatial cracks carried terrifying tearing force—bombarding the two Emperors.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor remained composed.

  Carrying the coffin—each move a killing strike.

  Micah—blood-soaked—his thunder-tempered flesh covered in wounds.

  “Weak… too weak.”

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor said calmly.

  “Boring.”

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor shook his head. He did not wish to continue fighting Micah.

  With Lu Jiulian and Tantai Xuan’s appearance—plus the Lu he feared—he must end this quickly.

  His gaze turned cold.

  “Failing to stop the Five Phoenixes from birthing Emperors—nearly failing the deal with the nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao. But there is still a chance to salvage… Proving Emperor? So what?”

  “To fulfill the deal with the nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao—the newly proven Emperors must be slaughtered.”

  “Slaughter you all—the deal will naturally complete!”

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s eyes gradually filled with killing intent.

  Micah contended for the chance to prove Emperor. Who in the world did not strive to climb higher?

  He—the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—was the same.

  His pursuit was even more lofty.

  The nine heavens’ Heavenly Dao was willing to open a path beyond Emperor.

  How could he not seize it properly?!

  “Proving Emperor is perfect. Today—this Emperor will dye the heavens with new Emperor blood—shocking this world!”

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s sword qi domain suddenly erupted.

  Within the domain—countless sword lights interwove. Every sword qi was heavy as a mountain.

  Micah roared.

  His own Emperor-realm domain fully erupted—Extreme Realm domain!

  Within this domain—all his states reached peak!

  Boom!

  The vast sea of fortune above Micah’s head surged.

  Transforming.

  Around Micah’s body—it became a coiling fortune dragon—roaring in the void.

  Majestic and unparalleled.

  Endless fortune gathered into a single fist.

  Fearlessly—he plunged into the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s Emperor-realm domain.

  Boom!

  A heaven-shaking collision erupted.

  Micah’s body flew backward at lightning speed—blood spraying from every pore.

  On the other side—the terrifying explosion dissipated.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor gripped his Heavenly Spirit Sword—slowly lowering his head—looking at his chest.

  There—a fist imprint caved in. A trickle of crimson spread from the imprint.

  “Hahahaha…”

  The world was deathly silent. Gradually—Micah’s heavy breathing echoed.

  Micah—blood-soaked—stood in the void.

  Looking at the fist imprint on the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s chest—he laughed.

  Satisfied.

  With newly proven Emperor strength—leaving a fist imprint on a millions-year-old Ancient Emperor.

  He was satisfied!

  This time he left a fist imprint. When he grew stronger—next time—he could hammer the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s head!

  “Seeking death!”

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s gaze gradually filled with cold killing intent.

  But Micah ignored him.

  Turning—he looked at Lu Jiulian and Tantai Xuan beside Lu.

  Tantai Xuan—was the one who proved Emperor before him?

  The Five Phoenixes’ first Emperor?

  Lu Jiulian and Tantai Xuan exchanged glances—smiling at each other.

  The next moment—vast seas of fortune surged from them.

  Lu Jiulian’s fortune—like a green lotus blooming deep in the starry sky—emerging unsullied from mud.

  Tantai Xuan was incomparably domineering. One step—fortune surged like vast seas—seeming to become all living beings—become mountains, rivers, and state.

  Micah laughed heartily. Newly proven Emperor—he naturally could not defeat the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor.

  But the Five Phoenixes had more than one new Emperor.

  Time for a just gang fight!

  Boom!

  Three Emperor pressures erupted simultaneously.

  The entire outer void battlefield trembled—as though about to explode.

  The Saints’ faces changed drastically—blood rushing to their heads—as though suppressed beyond endurance.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor narrowed his eyes.

  Three Emperors.

  His gaze shifted—falling on Lu.

  In truth—he feared only Lu—the golden demonic body Lu.

  Yet Lu merely spread his hands—sitting in his thousand-blade chair—smiling.

  “Don’t worry—I, Lu Ping’an, am not the type who likes gang fights…”

  Lu said.

  The next moment—Lu raised his hand—snapping his fingers.

  “Little girl—now that you’ve broken through—come out and warm up.”

  “Rare chance to team up with an Ancient Emperor. This village won’t have this shop again.”

  Lu said.

  With that—

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s expression froze.

  Look at this—what kind of words were these?

  This guy—trying to mess with his mentality again!

  Planning to use him again?

  Meanwhile—Tantai Xuan, Micah, and Lu Jiulian paused.

  Lu Jiulian seemed to recall something—smiling.

  In the void—

  A crisp sound suddenly rang—like pearls falling on jade plates.

  “Alright, Father.”

  The crisp voice carried obedience—echoing.

  Void tore open.

  A serene, maiden-like girl quietly walked from the rift.

  As she walked—behind her—faintly visible—the Five Phoenixes’ Heavenly Dao star!

  Around the Heavenly Dao star—a colossal human-headed dragon-bodied beast coiled. Innate yin-yang qi flowed—its aura like a terrifying storm!

  Buzhou Peak Demoness!

  Overlord, Tang Yimo, Sima Qingshan, and other Five Phoenix Xuan Immortals’ gazes condensed.

  When did Zhu Long prove Golden Immortal?

  Why had none of them noticed?

  Worthy of the Buzhou Peak Demoness—the darling of heaven and earth…

  While Lu Jiulian, Tantai Xuan, and Micah proved the Dao—struck half-dead by Golden Immortal tribulation—

  Zhu Long’s proving was like a gentle breeze—no sign of tribulation clouds.

  Meanwhile—the Heavenly Spirit Clan Holy Hall Saints’ expressions changed drastically.

  What the hell… another Emperor?!

  How did the Five Phoenixes produce another Emperor?!

  Zhu Long closed her eyes—long lashes trembling—lips pursed—adorable dimples blooming like ripples from a dragonfly’s touch.

  Her body—blessed by Heavenly Dao fortune—carried terrifyingly powerful aura.

  The moment Zhu Long appeared—the coffin on the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor’s back trembled violently.

  His expression grew grave.

  “This girl’s aura… somewhat resembles… an innate divine demon?!”

  But now was not the time to dwell on that.

  Micah, Tantai Xuan, Lu Jiulian, and Zhu Long—four Emperors—attacked simultaneously.

  Like four constant stars colliding.

  In an instant—void shattered.

  For the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—four Emperors brought pressure.

  But as long as Lu did not act—it remained acceptable.

  However—in the heavens and earth—the leisurely sound of chess pieces landing echoed.

  A powerful one hundred millionfold Spirit-Pressure beam crashed onto the Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor—smashing his head askew.

  The Heavenly Spirit Ancient Emperor froze.

  The next moment—his expression gradually twisted into ferocity.

  You Lu Ping’an said you don’t like gang fights?!

  Meanwhile—in the void—

  Lu sat in his thousand-blade chair—white robes fluttering—lightly twirling a chess piece—smiling leisurely.

  He didn’t like gang fights.

  He just provided some distant support.