Chapter 1393  Chapter 327: The Great Battle Begins

Outside the endless streams of light, vortexes like star swirls shimmer with the radiance of the moon, casting their glow around the grand hall, exuding a rich aura of the Dao.

The members of the Yan Chu Immortal Dynasty were awestruck by the sight, their spirits shaken and their minds captivated; cultivating here could easily allow even those with mediocre aptitude to surpass the heavenly pride outside.

The free-floating aura of the Dao made it clear to everyone that this was a top-tier Holy Land for Cultivation, almost comparable to the Chaos Secret Realm.

Although the Chaos Secret Realm isn’t on par with the Original Secret Realm, staying in it year-round would also be terrifyingly effective.

“Some say they’d rather be a dog by the Royal Family’s side than a gentry in the slums. I finally understand that feeling.”

An Imperial Family member murmured to themselves in a trance.

“Even the guards stationed here can enjoy such privileges, far exceeding the cultivation secret realms we fight for.”

“Is this the blessing of being by the Supreme Emperor’s side?”

“If one could become a Supreme Disciple, what kind of cultivation resources might they obtain!”

Everyone felt shocked, envious, and somewhat despondent.

Just the environment of this Emperor Hall alone was overwhelming to the visitors, and encountering a disciple of the Supreme Emperor evoked a reluctance to face them.

Li Hao surveyed his surroundings, with a glint of comparison in his eyes. Having previously seen the Emperor Hall left by the Heavenly Calamity Immortal Emperor, he wasn’t too stunned at the moment, instead comparing the two.

This hall exuded an obviously more intense aura, which was understandable, as the Heavenly Calamity Immortal Emperor’s hall now only had Emperor Luo, the spirit of the hall, whereas this one was still presided over by a Great Emperor, attracting the righteousness of the Tao.

Li Hao knew that this Emperor Hall before him was most likely also an Immortal Forbidden Emperor Artifact!

At this moment, they were walking on this Emperor Artifact of the True Realm; even the miles-long steps were part of the artifact.

Feng Lei Xiang’s expression was calm, yet the corner of his mouth lifted slightly upon noticing the expressions of the Yan Chu crowd. Except for Emperor Chu and the sect masters, the heavenly pride disciples were all shocked, with only a few maintaining restraint and composure.

“Let’s go.”

Feng Lei Xiang continued forward.

Emperor Chu led the group, arriving before the towering Emperor Hall.

“Announce.”

A clear, authoritative voice rang out from within—no need for notification, it was already known.

Feng Lei Xiang stepped aside, signaling to Emperor Chu.

Emperor Chu’s expression was indifferent, not glancing at him, calmly crossing over the barrier at the entrance of the hall, stepping inside.

Feng Lei Xiang stepped aside, signaling to Emperor Chu.

Emperor Chu’s expression was indifferent, not glancing at him, calmly crossing over the barrier at the entrance of the hall, stepping inside.

The crowd followed in single file, falling silent, with no one daring to discuss, all keeping their heads down, feeling nervous and apprehensive.

Inside the barrier was a hall stood amidst a sea of starry clouds, with ancient bronze pillars standing amidst the mist, around which were coiled primordial forms from the Phoenix Feather Clan and the Dragon Scale Clan.

Feng Lei Xiang, standing at the entrance, was also a member of the Phoenix Feather Clan and a heavenly pride in the clan. Moreover, the Phoenix Feather Clan was one of the Hundred Races, now moving closely with the Heavenly Palace Supreme, aligning with the Heavenly Palace Immortal Emperor, thus securing a more solid position among the Hundred Races. Follow current novels on NoveIＦire.net

Those coiling around the ancient bronze pillars were elders from the two clans, qualified to listen to the Dao within the Emperor Hall.

In the mist ahead, a high Emperor’s Throne, reminiscent of an ancient bronze gate, loomed. Its back was exceedingly high, with mist billowing on both sides, a figure resting serenely there, radiant as the Divine Yang, impossible to gaze at directly, only a pair of eyes, like stars and moon candles, swallowing the world.

For Li Hao and others, it was their first time facing an Immortal Emperor, the ultimate realm for countless cultivators, the final path.

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The pressure of the Emperor’s Might subtly permeated the hall; even though it was very restrained, everyone felt as if a star were pressing down on them, unable to lift their heads, harboring a sense of fear and trembling, with blood and pores contracting and quivering.

Li Hao’s Dao Heart remained eternal, capable of glimpsing the Emperor Dao. Under this Emperor’s pressure, he was not overly tense, able to maintain normalcy.

But Gu Yan, Yue Xi, and Li Tie Mu beside him, their faces had turned ashen, eyes revealing fear and tension, as if the gaze from the throne at the end flexed slightly, two stars would plummet, about to crush them!

This sense of fear was on par with a mortal facing the Chaos Ancestor Dragon, with heartbeats nearing cessation.

Li Hao raised his head slightly, looking towards the Great Dream Master, only to see her expression grave, head slightly bowed in deference.

He slightly raised his gaze again, scanning ahead to find nearly everyone unconsciously lowering their heads, except for a few figures who kept their heads up, among whom were Chu Tianhuang of the Imperial Family and Boya Xuejian.

Emperor Chu in front, however, raised his head, chest out, his Dharma Aspect figure towering dozens of feet high like a great mountain, shielding many from the Emperor’s Might.

As he observed, he suddenly felt those starry and moonlike eyes, akin to a massive mountain, gently pressing upon his shoulders—his was the Supreme’s gaze.

“Chu Tianmu pays respects to the Supreme.”

At this moment, Emperor Chu slightly cupped his hands, considered a salutation.

Only then did everyone know the true name of Emperor Chu.

“King Chu, no need for formalities.”

The figure on the Emperor’s Throne spoke slowly, the voice gentle yet resonating like a thunderous chaos, leaving everyone’s minds heavy, their Sea of Consciousness roaring.

That was the imperial voice, a simple sentence laced with some Daoist Charm, invoking illusions in others.

“It seems the fortune of Yan Chu has arrived; there are quite a few promising talents this generation.”

The Emperor’s voice spoke again, this time with a hint of praise.

Emperor Chu smiled, his demeanor calm, saying, “The Supreme flatters us, they are but unworthy children. You all, pay respects to the Supreme.”

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