Above Green Dragon Pass, as the five-colored radiance clashed with the Tai Chi Qiankun Circle, the Essence Qi of heaven and earth within a hundred-mile radius roiled violently like a boiling sea.

After Xu Qing secretly urged on the five-colored divine light, it transformed into five gigantic dragons soaring skyward— the crimson glow engulfed with world-burning flames, twisting the air into charred vortices; the orange brilliance entwined with formidable thunder, whose explosive roar shook the mountains, causing rocks to tumble; the bright yellow mist circulated the laws of the earth, turning any rock it touched into dust; the emerald glow exuded a breath interwoven with life and destruction, causing vegetation touched by it to overgrow then wither rapidly; the indigo splendor carried space-time turbulence, tearing open deep fissures in the void.

In contrast, the Tai Chi Qiankun Circle shimmered with a body of white light that shifted between solid substance and the illusory shadow of a Yin Yang Fish. Runes upon the Circle exploded with ten thousand beams of light, as if infinite Great Dao aphorisms resonated through the cosmos.

As the five-colored divine light surged like an angry tide, the Qiankun Ring trembled lightly; a translucent screen instantly unfurling, where Yin Yang Qi blended and swirled, absorbing the crimson flames for itself and subsuming the orange thunder, dissolving both attacks in a blink.

The remaining three-colored divine light refused to falter, abruptly uniting into a five-colored giant blade that pierced heaven and earth, slashing toward the Qiankun Ring with the might of Heaven and Earth Opening.

But at that moment, the Qiankun Ring unleashed tens of thousands of silver threads, each entwined with Chaotic Aura, which wove into a net to tightly snare the giant blade.

Then, the Qiankun Ring suddenly spun rapidly, with Yin Yang Qi transforming into two giant dragons roaring out, crashing violently against the five-colored divine light. In an instant, the world appeared split in two— one half was the five-colored storm representing destruction, the other half was the Yin Yang torrent symbolizing order.

Within the storm, space seemed torn and reformed, with phantom images of ancient beasts appearing intermittently; within the torrent, illusions of sun, moon, and stars floated, while Great Dao Law traversed like chains.

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However, within the main camp of the Yin Dynasty, a different kill-or-be-killed scene played out. Xu Qing had long since dismissed everyone, sitting alone atop the Mystic Jade Throne within the vast tent. Unlike the well-matched tug-of-war between the five-colored divine light and the Tai Chi Qiankun Circle, Xu Qing at this moment was enveloped in an aura of heart-palpitating danger, like a primordial ferocious beast lying dormant yet ready to emerge.

The bronze mirror within him, originally emanating a mysterious and gentle glow, now appeared like a full moon obscured by dark clouds, completely pitch black without the slightest light.

At the moment when the five-colored divine light and Tai Chi Qiankun Circle made contact, Xu Qing's Purple Emperor Vein seemed to erupt with hundreds of ancient thunders. That thunder power was extraordinarily violent, bearing the momentum to obliterate the world, rampaging through his Purple Mansion. The central of his Divine Soul Hidden Vein, the Ziwei Lifebound Star symbolizing his origin power, trembled violently under the impact of the thunder; its light flickered, unsteady, as if ready to extinguish at any moment.

The bronze mirror too fell into utter silence at this moment, remaining unresponsive no matter how Xu Qing called upon it with his divine sense, as if a cold and stubborn stone. Xu Qing's expression grew ever more grave; he keenly realized that there seemed indeed an unfamiliar force within his body. Initially, he suspected it to be the remnant soul of the original King Yin, but quickly dismissed that thought.

Elsewhere, after Xu Qing assumed command of the Mystic Water Banner, he had long learned of the Tai Chi Qiankun Circle's power through memories retained in the banner, thus deploying the five-colored divine light to counter it at the first sign of its appearance. In his expectation, even if overpowered, it should not lead to such a desperate situation. Yet reality far surpassed his anticipation—the collision between the Tai Chi Qiankun Circle and the five-colored divine light set off a massive hidden danger, one that even the bronze mirror could not warn or avoid in advance.

In this world, every action has its consequences sooner or later.

Faced with such a sudden life-and-death crisis, there was not a trace of frailty on his face. In the past, as a mere ordinary Scholar, he dared to contend against the mighty Duke Wei Mansion; how could his courage and tenacity now be daunted by this predicament?

Only, this crisis came too abruptly, too shockingly, akin to those former speculators in the stock and futures markets who wagered small to win big, climbing from tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands in wealth, battling all the way to become billionaires with limitless glory and elation, only to suddenly face a catastrophic collapse.

Now, Xu Qing, upon the stage of the Dao Discussion and God Destruction Conference among the four Great Daoist Sects, wielded the clouds and rain, manipulating the tempests with tremendous grandeur and vigor. Yet at this pinnacle moment of life, crisis approached stealthily.

How similar was this destiny to those speculators.

"You're quite something." A low and icy voice resonated without warning from the depths of Xu Qing's soul, with a hint of admiration.

Xu Qing's mind instantly tensed to the extreme, his composure completely taut. The thing he feared most had ultimately become reality. What kind of terror could conceal itself from a Demon Lord of his stature?

"Purple Emperor, is it?" Xu Qing responded calmly from within his soul, his tone devoid of panic, as if everything was within his expectations.

"It is I." The other's response was straightforward and unambiguous, with no hint of disguise.

This was the unrivaled emperor's self-confidence and domineering defiance across the ages.

At the moment of receiving the response, the Tai Shi Demon Qi around Xu Qing surged madly, like a black tide of rage. A mass of pitch-black demon mist erupted from his body, instantly submerging the silent bronze mirror. After all, Xu Qing was a Demon Lord, guessing in a flash where the other was hidden—the bronze mirror.

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