Chapter 467: Chapter 91: Projecting into Ancient History, Spreading Throughout All Realms, The Final Attainment
All was ready, awaiting only the final catalyst.
And now, that moment was here.
In the Sea Eye Ruins, Lu Xuan calmly rose to his feet, gazing at the six Daluo who were still locked in a fierce battle.
All manner of Great Slaughter Techniques filled the sky, radiating a vast, celestial might. The entire Ruins Sea Eye was on the verge of collapse.
And this was with the six Daluo holding back considerably, confining all their myriad Skills to their fists and palms.
Both sides feared that a single stray ripple of power would tear Lu Xuan to shreds...
"Cease your fighting."
Lu Xuan spoke softly amidst the furious battle.
The words had barely left his lips when, to Shen Gonghu’s stunned disbelief, Kunpeng, the Ancestral Dragon, and Duobao all withdrew their Great Slaughter Techniques and shot backward.
The Immortal Mother, her physical form somewhat battered, and her allies also ceased their attacks, their expressions turning grave as they stared over.
"Profound Yellow, what is your intention!" the Immortal Mother demanded, her brow furrowed.
But Lu Xuan merely smiled faintly, savoring the surging, boundless momentum of power gathering around him before exhaling a breath of clear air.
He said,
"Eighteen hundred years... it all ends today. I invite the three of you to witness a ceremony."
The three Daluo were taken aback.
"What ceremony?"
"The ceremony of my ascension to Immortality."
At these words, the Immortal Mother almost laughed out loud. Only then did she remember that the Profound Yellow Emperor wasn’t even an Immortal, but merely a Grand Grade!
Thinking of this, her expression turned grim again. It was this very ant, who had not even achieved Immortality, that had caused them endless trouble...
Wait!
She and the two other Emperors froze, exchanging a look of sudden, shared understanding.
This Profound Yellow... with the body of a mere Grand Grade, he could easily slay Immortals. Logically, he should have been able to step into the Immortal realm long ago. Why wait until today?
’Could it be...’
A single term surfaced in the minds of all three Daluo at once.
Upper Grade.
The thought had barely formed when they saw the Profound Yellow Emperor abruptly close his eyes. The entire Ruins Sea Eye trembled slightly!
A brilliant light erupted from his body, as dazzling as a million stars igniting at once. A great, illusory visage faintly appeared above his head, and around him, the phantoms of the Eleven Directions Innate World materialized, linking together to form a ring!
The ten Innate Worlds and the Peach Blossom Spring—which had been filled with a massive amount of Innate Material and had reverted to an Innate state—began to slowly rotate.
They moved like a colossal grindstone, and with every inch they turned, an inch of the void would collapse and be annihilated!
The aura around Lu Xuan swelled, the brilliant light within his Physique grew ever more intense, and the rotation of the eleven Innate Realms accelerated!
With a deafening RUMBLE!
The immense momentum of the Great Heaven and Earth slammed down, punching through the Ruins and washing over Lu Xuan’s body!
"He really is trying for Upper Grade!"
The expressions of all the Daluo changed drastically. The Immortal Mother and the others were so focused that they paid no mind to the River of Time now pouring in through the breach in the Ruins, nor did they think of leaving!
"Upper Grade Immortal..."
The Emperor of Longevity in the South Pole’s expression was incredibly grave as he muttered to himself,
"Since the very Beginning of Ancient Times, in all of Ancient History, how many have ever achieved the rank of Upper Grade Immortal?"
Beside him, the Jade Pool Immortal Mother said in a low voice,
"Eight!"
"And of those eight, four attained the Dao Fruit!"
As she spoke, the hearts of all six Daluo pounded with fear. In the entirety of Ancient History, only eight Upper Grade Immortals had ever been born,
and half of them had gone on to achieve the Dao Fruit!
And now... were they about to witness the birth of a new Upper Grade Immortal?
An Upper Grade Immortal possessed the characteristics of an incomplete Dao Fruit. Even in death,
unlike a true Dao Fruit wielder who transcends time and the heavens, as long as a single living being in the Celestial Myriad Realms knew of their deeds and their name,
even just one!
then a fallen Upper Grade Immortal—even if their Soul had dissipated and their True Spirit was extinguished—could one day, at a fated moment, return from Reincarnation!
In other words, once a cultivator reached this stage, it was nearly impossible for anyone beneath the level of Dao Fruit to truly kill an Upper Grade Immortal!
The most one could do was erase the marks of their existence as much as possible to delay their return!
Now, was the ninth Upper Grade Immortal to be recorded in Ancient History about to be born?
Six pairs of eyes locked onto Lu Xuan.
He bathed in the immense momentum of the Great Heaven and Earth as, layer by layer, his shackles broke open. Wisps of Immortal Dao Rhyme had already begun to appear,
his entire being undergoing a radical transformation!
Eventually, the Immortal Dao Rhyme grew more substantial, the great momentum swelled, and the eleven Innate Realms spun into a furiously rotating ring.
Threads and wisps of his aura began to spread out in all directions, seeping out through the breach in the Ruins!
The Great Heaven and Earth hummed with a slight vibration.
"What’s happening??"
Within the Celestial Court, many Immortal Gods fell into a panic. The entire firmament was shaking, and several Immortals nearly stumbled off their Qingyun!
A smile appeared on the Emperor Corpse’s face. Emperor Qing Hua, who had just seen off several "ancestors," looked over in astonishment.
The new Northern Emperor also subconsciously glanced toward the North Sea Eye, his expression startled.
"What is going on?"
True Martial frowned in thought. ’This feels like...’
"Some living being is ascending to Upper Grade Immortal."
A calm voice spoke up as a Daoist, humming a light tune, slowly approached.
"Emperor True Martial, have you come to a decision?"
’Upper Grade Immortal?’
A flash of alarm crossed True Martial’s eyes, then he turned to fix his gaze on the Daoist.
"My answer is the same. It is not up for discussion. I do not wish to get involved in these conflicts. My only intention is to be a proper North Pole Emperor and manage the North Pole Celestial Court!"
"Is that so?"
The Daoist had not given up, his voice laced with temptation.
"The Celestial Emperor has lost his throne, and the Central Celestial Court is without a master. Great Emperor, you are not without a chance to ascend to the position of Celestial Emperor, rule over the Thirty-Three Celestial Realms, and attain the Dao Fruit..."
He paused for a moment before continuing,
"And should that come to pass, Great Emperor, you would be better able to enforce your own laws. With a single thought, you could vanquish demons; with a single thought, you could execute evil!"
"Hah!"
Emperor True Martial sneered.
"I imagine you used similar words to get the Jade Pool Immortal Mother and those other Emperors to stand by your side, didn’t you? And what’s more..."
He paused, his gaze hardening.
"That rebellion, the one that threw His Majesty from the Emperor’s throne... that was orchestrated by your hand as well, was it not?"
"Yes." The Daoist nodded frankly, a smile playing on his lips. "So, Great Emperor, won’t you reconsider?"
