Chapter 852: Chapter 844 Myriad Dragons Ascending to Heaven

Emperor Xuan’s voice echoed throughout the Nine Spirit Continent, capturing the attention of all living beings within it.

Years ago, the news of Emperor Xuan challenging the Celestial Spirit Great World had spread within the Beginningless. Many were curious if Emperor Xuan would eventually battle at the gates of the Wushi Sect, and to their surprise, he indeed came.

This indicated that even the Great Cultivators of the Celestial Spirit Great World couldn’t stop him!

Within the continent, those Cultivators in seclusion came out one after another, and more and more living beings gathered in the direction from where the voice came.

Emperor Xuan stood proudly in the sky, his long scarf fluttering like a dragon. Behind his head, two golden crescent moons shimmered with dazzling golden light. With each flash, the two golden moons grew larger, and his aura intensified accordingly.

The ocean began to surge, waves overlapping, thunderclouds gathered above, and faint thunder roared.

The Spirit Mist surrounding the Nine Spirit Continent also started to surge violently, as if ready to sweep towards the Celestial Vault, shaking the skies.

Guan Tianyu watched Emperor Xuan’s back with furrowed brows, sensing an incredibly terrifying aura, realizing Emperor Xuan hadn’t been serious with him.

Could it be that this number one prodigy under heaven is truly no match for the prodigies on the Path of the Great Dao?

Guan Tianyu felt angry inside, not losing his fighting spirit, but thinking about how to win next time.

As Emperor Xuan’s aura continued to rise, the Rules of Heaven and Earth were affected, fierce winds arose, seas churned, and the Heavenly Spirit Dao Alliance didn’t just watch idly. They dispersed and formed a large array to prevent Emperor Xuan’s aura from affecting various regions of the Human World.

Emperor Xuan’s gaze was fixed on the Nine Spirit Continent, unable to penetrate the patch of Spirit Mist, making him anticipate the upcoming battle even more.

He wasn’t afraid of his opponent being too strong, only of the opponent not being strong enough.

Currently, no one in the Celestial Spirit Great World could satisfy him.

As his gaze follows, a section of Spirit Mist on the edge of the Nine Spirit Continent began to contract inward, as if a door was slowly opening.

More and more gazes and Divine Senses focused on that patch of Spirit Mist.

As the Spirit Mist parted, a cliff was revealed. On the cliff stood countless Cultivators, men and women, numbering in the thousands.

The one at the front was An Zizai.

Zhuang Xian, Su Han, Duan Li, Zhen Qin, and others stood behind An Zizai, with other disciples lined up behind them, all eyes locked on Emperor Xuan.

None of the Wushiji Disciples’ faces showed fear, instead displaying expressions of mockery, curiosity, and indifference.

The Great Cultivators in the realm were seeing so many Wushiji Disciples in one place for the first time. Each disciple possessed extraordinary grace, and their Cultivation Level was startling.

Although many Wushiji Disciples were below the level of Free Immortal, there were also numerous Daoist Zang Zizai Immortals, Profound Yuan Free Immortals, and even several Heaven-Encompassing Free Immortals. Searᴄh the novёlF~ire.net website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

The foundation of the Beginningless was revealed all at once!

Those long-lived beings noticed that no second-generation disciples appeared, sparking curiosity about the strength of the Wushi Sect.

Thinking carefully, it had been many years since the second-generation disciples showed themselves.

It’s hard to imagine how strong they are now.

“Is that Emperor Xuan? His aura is so strong. Senior Brother, which Master or Uncle is willing to step in?” Su Han stood alongside An Zizai, asking excitedly.

He had never seen such a grand spectacle, with Cultivators and Great Demons watching from all directions, giving a sense that the world was paying attention.

Gu An wasn’t present, so Su Han thought a second-generation disciple should step in. He had seen some of them, each with unfathomable cultivation. He even felt that his own master might be the weakest.

“To deal with this person, why bother our elders?”

An Zizai stated calmly. After speaking, he took a step forward, stopping at the edge of the cliff, standing against the wind.

Emperor Xuan’s gaze involuntarily fell on An Zizai; he marveled at the complexity of the Wushi Sect, while An Zizai gave him a very powerful impression.

“I am the third-generation head disciple of the Beginningless, An Zizai. Since Fellow Daoist wants to fight, I will oblige.”

An Zizai’s voice resounded beneath the thunderclouds, clearly heard by all. Many Great Cultivators had interacted with An Zizai, though they weren’t sure how strong he truly was.

Today, hearing An Zizai’s willingness to fight, they perked up and began to anticipate.

No one dared doubt the foundation of the Beginningless. As the third-generation head disciple, An Zizai often traveled among the sects under the heavens, being the most familiar Wushi Disciple to the various sects under the heavens.

But until now, An Zizai hadn’t fought anyone—at least, they hadn’t seen or heard of it.

“I hope the Beginningless will not disappoint me!”

Emperor Xuan’s voice was overwhelmingly proud, filled with immense confidence.

As his words fell, he stepped toward the Nine Spirit Continent. The world suddenly darkened, thunderclouds erupted with countless lightning bolts, all intertwining with the two crescent moons behind him. At a glance, it seemed as if he had grown a pair of gigantic lightning wings, spectacular and unparalleled.

As he approached the Nine Spirit Continent, his aura grew even stronger, each step stronger than the last.

The world darkened, terrifying waves surged like the end of the world.

The fierce wind came roaring at An Zizai, yet he stood immovable, like Mount Tai.

Su Han watched An Zizai’s back, eyes wide; it was the first time he felt An Zizai’s strength.

Not only him, but the younger generation like Zhuang Xian and Duan Li were equally inspired, anticipating An Zizai’s might.

Not only were the various sects under heaven curious about An Zizai’s strength, the Wushi Sect itself was equally curious.

As Emperor Xuan got closer to the Nine Spirit Continent, more and more living beings came to watch. Amidst the dark Celestial Sea, Emperor Xuan became the most dazzling presence, yet the Wushi Disciples standing on the cliff of the continent also exhibited a fierce courage that made it hard for any living being to judge who would win.

If it were the Ancestor Master Wushi himself, Emperor Xuan would be undoubtedly defeated. But now, with An Zizai stepping up, none among the viewers dared to make light judgments.

Emperor Xuan’s gaze remained fixed on An Zizai, and An Zizai likewise focused on him.

As their gaze confrontation extended, Emperor Xuan’s battle intent continued to grow, with his aura strengthening accordingly.

The destinies of the Primordial Dao Emperor and the Daoist Emperor infused into the two golden crescent moons, energizing his entire being with two completely different types of aura flames.

Suddenly!

Emperor Xuan stepped again, his figure vanished into thin air, with the sky full of lightning paused above the Vast Sea.

An Zizai’s eyes sharpened, striking upward with his right palm, his hand twisting at the wrist, striking forward with a sky-pushing gesture.

Boom—

Emperor Xuan materialized in the air above An Zizai, less than a hundred yards apart, two immensely powerful forces of mana clashing, scattering the surging Spirit Mist and revealing the towering mountains of the Nine Spirit Continent.

In an instant, Emperor Xuan’s brows furrowed suddenly.

Before he could react, intense light burst from the roiling ocean, illuminating the world as silver dragons leaped from the sea, crashing into Emperor Xuan. Despite using mana to block, he was pushed up towards the Celestial Vault.

Endless silver dragons continued to leap from the sea, charging forward recklessly, relentlessly tearing at Emperor Xuan’s mana, counting sidestimble the multitudinous dragons.

Emperor Xuan gritted his teeth, intent on unleashing Divine Skills, only to find an unmovable suppressive force enveloping him, unable to teleport, leaving him to withstand with mana alone.

In a blink, he was hurled through the Celestial Dao Light Layer into the Outer Void, his mana fully depleted, unable to recover fast enough to sustain his expenditure. A giant dragon far larger than the rest emerged from the Celestial Dao Light Layer, its dragon head alone equivalent to half the size of the Celestial Spirit Great World, its mouth opening wide to swallow him whole.

Deafening silvery dragon roars echoed in his ears, assailing his mind.

“How is this possible…”

Emperor Xuan’s eyes widened, his heart roaring in fury, and he was immediately engulfed in vast silver light.

Su Han, witnessing An Zizai’s back, asked wide-eyed, “What Divine Skill is this?”

Standing in front of him, An Zizai didn’t turn back but spoke calmly, “Myriad Supreme Palm, Second Palm, Myriad Dragons Ascending to Heaven.”

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