Chapter 106: Chapter 80: Emergence of the Copper Coffin (Part 2)

"Either become emperor!"

"Or, the dynasty changes. The realm gets a new master. I’ll personally choose someone to establish a New Dynasty and serve as its New Emperor. When that happens, Great Zhou will be no more..."

Su Chen poured a cup of White Confucian Wine and pushed it toward Long Xuanjun, along with the Late Emperor’s Decree.

"Establish a New Dynasty?"

"Lord Su, you can give it a try."

"The world is more than just Zhou and Liang. There are the countless Grandmasters about to emerge who seek to unify the realm, and the Immortals of the Great Yu Era, all eagerly awaiting the Immortal Arrival..."

"Without my Great Zhou, the world would descend into even greater chaos!"

"In this era, the First Grade has long become obsolete. Ultimately, no matter how strong you are at the First Grade, you’re still just First Grade."

Although Long Xuanjun was wary, he met Su Chen’s gaze, unwilling to back down even a single step.

This realm belonged to his Great Zhou.

It was not for some powerful Cultivator to manipulate at will!

Not even the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, who had slain a Grandmaster!

He couldn’t!

"Good!"

Su Chen smiled.

In an instant, the wind and rain in the sky grew frenzied.

Inside the pavilion, the atmosphere between this Extreme Realm First Grade and the world’s first Grandmaster grew taut, like a drawn bowstring.

It was as if their intent and aura were tangling together.

BOOM!

Outside the pavilion, with it at the epicenter, half the sky was stained with frost. Wind and rain fell upon the Human World, only to turn to ice and shatter into dust.

A great snow filled the sky, freezing the very heavens and earth.

In the other half of the sky, fire erupted from the ground, scorching the mountains and boiling the rain. The storm was cut off as lightning flashed endlessly across the heavens.

A dragon of thunder and fire let out a world-shaking roar.

In the distant Imperial Capital and in the direction of the Jinjiang River, numerous Cultivators were shaken. They all turned to look, utterly shocked by the celestial phenomenon unfolding in the direction of the Imperial Mausoleum.

’Could another Immortal have emerged from the Imperial Mausoleum?’ they faintly guessed.

Little did they know.

This was the result of two beings at the absolute peak of Mortal Cultivation—an Extreme Realm First Grade and the Human World’s first Grandmaster—about to clash with True Fire.

"I have reached the Second Realm of Grandmaster."

Long Xuanjun emphasized, his hands clasped behind his back.

A Grandmaster has three realms.

The First Realm: opening the seventy-two Human Acupoints to nurture the first dragon of True Intent.

The Second Realm: breaking the thirty-six Earth Locks to nurture the second dragon of aura.

The Third Realm: condensing the sole Celestial Gate to form the third dragon, Self as Dragon.

The hundred-year-old Great Liang Grandmaster whom Su Chen had slain had already formed his aura, but he was still in the First Realm, at the stage of nurturing the dragon of True Intent.

To step into the Second Realm, the realm of the Earth Lock, in just a few short months...

Long Xuanjun was truly extraordinary.

"I have yet to draw my sword."

Su Chen pointed at the Sword Box at his feet.

"Then draw your sword!"

Long Xuanjun gave a faint, proud smile, his eyes sharp and full of spirit. Taking this step, he vowed to unleash all his pent-up ambition.

The dark cloud that had loomed over him, a Grandmaster, for the past three years, was about to dissipate.

’Wind Snow Sword Immortal?’

’He’s merely First Grade.’

’And I have already become a Second Realm Acquired Grandmaster!’

’I’m on a completely different level now!’

’It’s time to let this Wind Snow Sword Immortal, who’s been blinded by the world’s adulation, know that now, Grandmasters are the true masters of the Human World.’

’Great Zhou is not Great Liang.’

’He can’t destroy it!’

"Draw your sword! Let’s fight!"

Long Xuanjun strode forward.

The three-hundred-zhang-tall dragon of thunder and fire let out a terrifying roar as it charged toward him. Waves of fire and lightning raged, like a dragon of armageddon.

"Grandmasters are the masters of the Human World?"

"Someone once said something similar to me. He said, ’How can Mortal Cultivation possibly compare to the Heaven-Reaching Immortal Path?’"

"But in my eyes, I *am* the Path to Heaven! The Human World should grovel at my feet..."

Su Chen drank a mouthful of White Confucian Wine.

He did not draw his sword.

’A mere Second Realm Grandmaster. Why would I need to use my strongest Star-Burying Sword for this?’

"Wind Snow!"

Su Chen chanted in a low voice.

In an instant, a fierce wind surged and a blizzard descended upon the world. It came from all directions like a raging sea, gathering in Su Chen’s palm to form a sword.

Wind Snow Sword!

"Since they call me the Wind Snow Sword Immortal, I will use this Wind Snow Sword to strike you down. The Star-Burying Sword won’t be your only nightmare; this Wind Snow Sword will be one, too."

Su Chen stated calmly.

"Ridiculous!"

"Su Chen, you’ve really been blinded by the world’s praise. Who do you think you are? A Third Realm Perfect Grandmaster?"

"I am the Grandmaster! You are just a puny First Grade!"

Long Xuanjun laughed, a cold sneer in his eyes. Standing atop the dragon of aura, wreathed in thunder and fire, he vowed to crush Su Chen and the pavilion together.

The next instant.

A brilliant sword light shot to the sky.

The Wind Snow Sword, three hundred zhang long, soared into the sky. Wherever it passed, the world froze over, forcing even thunder and fire to retreat.

As this sword emerged, the Human World fell silent.

A bleak Autumn Wind blew; the rain had ceased.

The ground was a ruin of frost and scorched earth.

In the massive crater.

The three-hundred-zhang-tall dragon of thunder and fire had vanished like smoke.

Only Long Xuanjun remained, collapsed in a pool of his own blood. His armor was shattered, and across his chest was a deep sword gash crusted with blood and frost. Chunks of frozen flesh kept flaking off the wound.

"Why?"

"I... am a Grandmaster!"

"Why did I lose..."

"You... are you really a First Grade?"

Long Xuanjun was baffled. His Qi had grown faint, but a sliver of Vitality remained. This one defeat, however, had shattered his entire world.

’He would have been better off dead.’

’At least then he could have died in the Illusory Dream of protecting Great Zhou.’

After that one sword strike, Long Xuanjun understood. The Wind Snow Sword Immortal was truly the Wind Snow Sword Immortal. He was the one who had truly been blinded by the world’s praise.

’The Wind Snow Sword Immortal really did have the power to change the dynasty.’

’Once he steps into the Grandmaster realm...’

’I fear even the host of Immortals would have to bow their heads.’

"I will be the emperor!"

"I will be the emperor!"

"Lord Su, please spare Great Zhou!"

Long Xuanjun knelt and kowtowed, tears streaming down his face.

This scene.

It was just like the day of the Fall of Liang, three years ago.

Back then.

He had kowtowed ceaselessly before this very youth, all to secure a sliver of Vitality.

This time, he wasn’t begging for himself, but for Great Zhou.

However, this time, Su Chen did not respond.

He simply took a shallow sip of White Confucian Wine, then with a single slash, shattered the wine pot and the Late Emperor’s Decree to dust.

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