Ji Qingyu nodded: "Of course they are not easy to defeat; otherwise, we wouldn't have waited until today."

"If only my realm could advance by one more level," Chu Tianji said, his face brimming with intense battle intent. "Those bastards are just too arrogant, especially the juniors of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan."

"Brother, there's no need to feel overly angry. Trust that we will wipe them out sooner or later," Ji Qingyu's eyes also gleamed with strong resentment. "Years ago, the Nine Nether Patriarch was one of those who attacked the Imperial Clan's ancestors. One day, this grudge must be repaid!"

Ji Qingyu continued speaking as she looked at Chu Tianji, her voice soft, "I wonder how our son is doing. I heard he had already left the Beidou Realm?"

Chu Tianji nodded: "According to secret reports, the collateral lineage sent numerous strong cultivators, entering either the Beidou or Yanhuang realms. One group aims to hunt down Mo'er, while another seeks to annihilate Yanhuang altogether. But your imperial brother says they won't succeed."

Ji Qingyu sighed: "That bunch, useless as always. Since my imperial brother says they won't succeed, they won't succeed. The Imperial Clan's divination techniques, especially when seated upon an emperor's throne, are capable of touching the divine—very precise."

Chu Tianji nodded along; he was aware of this. As the Emperor of Luotian and the overseer of the cosmic qi movement across the vast Luotian Universe, the emperor possessed many extraordinary divine abilities. His divinations often carried the added blessing of the universe's qi movement. Though not everything could be foreseen, it was still more than sufficient.

"Honestly, if it were possible, I'd rather our son remain in the Yanhuang Realm permanently and not come out. This kind of battle—even for those in the Great Saint Realm—can lead to death," Ji Qingyu lamented.

"Getting him to obediently stay in the Yanhuang Realm? I think that's unlikely. That's not the kind of person he is," Chu Tianji replied.

"Yes, this chaotic era... Even supreme entities are pulled into the fray; who dares to claim they can remain untouched? Still, I hope our child can remain safe," Ji Qingyu's eyes were filled with longing.

Just then, a booming Great Dao voice resounded across the battlefield: "Ji Qingyu, dare you step forward and fight?"

Chu Tianji's expression immediately tightened, and he spoke in a grave tone: "Nine Nether Lord!"

The Great Dao voice echoed again: "Three years later, the Investiture of the Gods will emerge. How long do you intend to prolong this fight? Why not settle it now? Three years later, we can battle again in the ancient battlefield."

Ji Qingyu and Chu Tianji exchanged glances, clearly having heard about the emergence of the Investiture of the Gods. The news had even come directly from the emperor himself.

However, the emperor had said the news was shrouded in strangeness, beyond his ability to divine. He couldn't guarantee its veracity. Yet, the entire Luotian Universe was already shaken by this news.

No ancient clan, no ancient and powerful sect—nor any of the supreme giants—could ignore this matter.

In the face of uncertainty, everyone would still want to witness it for themselves. What if it were true?

"Ji Qingyu, don't let me be accused of bullying a helpless woman. I know your Ji Clan Royal Lineage possesses secret techniques to rapidly elevate realms. Think it over—prolonging this fight could still leave it unresolved even three years from now. If the Investiture of the Gods truly appears and you miss it because of this endless battle, wouldn't you regret it?" The Nine Nether Lord's voice carried a hint of frenzy: "Therefore, settle this quickly!"

Ji Qingyu snorted coldly: "Settle it quickly? If I defeat you, will the warriors of your Ancient Nine Nether Clan all commit suicide?"

"Ha! You know that's impossible! I only wish to end this fight quickly. Don't tell me you have no interest in the Investiture of the Gods." The Nine Nether Lord spoke nonchalantly. "As a top entity in the Luotian Universe, lying is pointless, don't you agree?"

"Don't go," Chu Tianji said softly to Ji Qingyu. "This Investiture of the Gods feels like a trap to me."

The Nine Nether Lord sneered: "Chu Tianji, a man who falls short of his wife in every way has no right to speak! You think we don't see it as a trap? Childish! It may seem like one, but if it turns out to be real, those who miss out will regret it for life. Trying to stop your wife from ascending to divinity—how thoughtful of you. But seriously, look in the mirror. Don't you feel selfish and ashamed?"

"Shut your mouth!" Ji Qingyu shouted coldly. "I'll fight you!"

"Qingyu..." Chu Tianji looked at Ji Qingyu, his expression turning grim.

"Brother, do you care for what he says?" Ji Qingyu asked gently, her gaze fixed on Chu Tianji.

"Of course not," Chu Tianji replied. "You and I—no outsider can drive a wedge between us."

"Exactly. Which is why I must accept this battle," Ji Qingyu said firmly. "Regardless of whether the Investiture of the Gods is real, three years from now, all qualified individuals will inevitably go to the ancient battlefield. Nobody can stop that. So, ending this battle early benefits both sides."

Chu Tianji understood all this perfectly but felt deep worry for Ji Qingyu's safety. After all, Ji Qingyu had only recently entered the Great Saint Realm, while the Nine Nether Lord was already a high-level cultivator within the same realm. Chu Tianji didn't want Ji Qingyu to face the challenge.

In their Imperial Clan's ranks, there were other high-ranking Great Saints. Yet the Nine Nether Lord specifically named Ji Qingyu as his opponent—it was blatantly picking the weakest target. Chu Tianji was furious.

Several Great Saints from the Ji Clan Royal Lineage arrived at this moment, turning to Ji Qingyu urgently: "Princess, you don't need to take this fight. Let us handle it."

"Yes, Princess! The Nine Nether Lord's actions are disgraceful—blatant bullying!"

A senior Great Saint from the Imperial Clan unleashed a booming voice: "Nine Nether Lord, Ji Kaixuan will face you in battle!"

"Ji Qingyu, you are the supreme commander of this army. What's the matter? Are you afraid?" The Nine Nether Lord continued provoking. "If you're too scared, no problem—just say it publicly. If you admit you dare not fight me, this battle will halt for now, and in three years, we'll resume at the ancient battlefield. What do you say?"

"Princess, don't fall for his tricks. That kind of person is just scum!" Ji Kaixuan bellowed angrily. "Nine Nether Lord, stop spouting nonsense! If you don't have the guts to fight me, say so openly, and this battle will end for now!"

"Ji Kaixuan? Never heard of him. You're not qualified to face me," the Nine Nether Lord mocked, sneering. "So, Ji Qingyu, you..."

"Nine Nether Lord? Never heard of you. Where's this lowlife from who dares challenge my mother?"

From the boundless void, a cold voice laced with endless disdain shattered the Nine Nether Lord's Dao sounds, cutting off his speech entirely.

"Son?" Ji Qingyu's face instantly revealed an expression of shock. Then, filled with urgency, she shouted loudly: "Nine Nether Lord, I..."

Ji Qingyu's words were interrupted by the sudden appearance of a crimson light streaking from the distant cosmic void. Like a beam of universal light, it sped toward the Ancient Nine Nether Clan's forces with unimaginable velocity, splitting the heavens as it passed.

This crimson light radiated infinite killing intent, threatening to engulf the starry skies.

Both sides of the conflict were impacted by this overwhelming bloodlust, pausing mid-battle to stare in shock at the red streak.

The Luotian Imperial Clan's forces were likewise stunned into near-mindlessness.

In everyone's eyes, there was nothing left but that crimson glow.

"Courting death!" From the Ancient Nine Nether Clan's side came a furious roar.

A pitch-black light burst forth, colliding with the crimson streak. The two forces intertwined instantly, annihilating vast swathes of the cosmic void.

This clash between both sides left the void scarred with catastrophic destruction—the heavens themselves seemed plowed over, leaving behind an unfathomable fissure filled with chaotic laws and destructive energies.

Ji Qingyu's eyes lit up instantly. She could scarcely believe such a strike had been unleashed by her own son. The attack carried a tyrannical aura befitting an unparalleled force! Beneath the level of supreme entities, Ji Qingyu had never seen anyone deliver such a terrifying blow.

The Ancient Nine Nether Clan's side finally emitted a muffled grunt, tinged with undisguised terror.

"Trash! A man who repeatedly challenges a woman weaker than himself while constantly emphasizing her identity—is that even human? Is this fun to you? The Imperial Clan has plenty of strong warriors to kill you. Bottom line, you're just rubbish! A coward too! I truly wonder if the Nine Nether Patriarch was blind to have made you the so-called Nine Nether Lord." Chu Mo's figure appeared beside Ji Qingyu, his sharp tongue as relentless as ever, cutting down scoundrels with sarcasm far sharper than the polite Imperial Clan prodigies could muster.

Without giving the enemy any chance to respond, Chu Mo pressed on: "What's the point of saying so much crap? If you want battle, then fight! Trash! Your Grandpa Chu Mo is here! Didn't you Nine Nether Clan folks want to kill me? Well, I've come straight to your doorstep for you to kill!"

With these words, Chu Mo vanished into a blur, reappearing instantaneously in the Ancient Nine Nether Clan's camp. He bypassed the armies locked in combat and arrived directly amidst the enemy.

"Kill him!"

"Little bastard!"

"Arrogant! Courting death!"

Three Great Saints of the Ancient Nine Nether Clan roared furiously, charging at Chu Mo with murderous intent in their eyes, as though staring at a mere dead man.

One of the Ancient Clan's Great Saints sneered: "Little brat, you're strong but far too reckless. To dare storm in here? Time for you to die!"

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