"Kill him!"
"We must kill him!"
The head of the Jiang Clan in the Fourth Heaven, Jiang Chengdao, roared, his eyes bloodshot.
This matter — this matter was simply unacceptable to the Jiang Clan.
The Jiang Clan had existed for such a long time, yet when had they ever suffered such a devastating blow?
This momentum was terrible.
This matter was sending a signal to everyone else.
Oh, so even such a long-standing and powerful force could be destroyed...
If others could be destroyed, then why not us?
Therefore, Lu Ye must be killed. No matter the cost, he must die!
"But we can’t descend to the lower realm!"
An elder of the Jiang Clan pointed out the most frustrating issue at the moment. At this moment, many in the Jiang Clan even felt nostalgic for the era before the Nine Heavens were established.
If the Nine Heavens hadn’t been established, the moment that damned Lu Ye killed the first Jiang Clan member, a giant finger from the heavens would have crushed him to death!
Of course, they conveniently ignored the fact that if the Nine Heavens hadn’t been established, their Jiang Clan could also have been annihilated by a single finger from the heavens.
"If we can’t descend to the lower realm, then we must send word upward. If the Jiang Clan of the Fifth Heaven can’t handle it, then we’ll notify the Sixth Heaven. If the Sixth Heaven can’t manage it, then we’ll notify the Seventh Heaven. If the Seventh Heaven can’t handle it, then we’ll have the emperors of the Eighth Heaven intervene! Tell them that if they still consider themselves part of the Jiang Clan, then they must do whatever it takes to kill Lu Ye!"
"He must die!"
"He must die!"
"Understood!"
Descending to the lower realms was prohibited by a decree of the Nine Heavens Saint, and it was an extremely harsh rule.
No matter whether you were a god, demon, or emperor, all had to abide by it.
An emperor might have the power to break the rule, but only if they were willing to engage in a direct confrontation with the Saint Dao of the Nine Heavens.
If you won against the Saint Dao, then you could break the rule.
If you lost, well, too bad — your emperor's Dao fruit would be shattered.
One could only imagine how much the Nine Heavens Saint despised those who crossed realms to slaughter weaker cultivators when he established this rule.
The message was sent to the Fifth Heaven. The Jiang Clan there shook their heads. They couldn’t help.
Even after consulting other major powers, the answers remained the same — no way.
So they continued to escalate the matter.
Sixth Heaven.
The Jiang Clan there also had no way to intervene. They, too, consulted other factions, but the response remained the same — no way.
However, they did receive a piece of news.
"If Yin Qingcheng hadn’t ascended yet, she might have had a way. But now that she’s already ascended, you might want to go to the Seventh Heaven and ask Yin Qingcheng. She might know a way."
"Who is Yin Qingcheng?"
"The master of the City of Enchantment, with cultivation that pierces the heavens and earth. Her methods are as vast as the sky itself. Not only is she undefeated among her peers, but even crossing realms to defeat higher-level cultivators is as easy as eating a meal for her!"
"The most crucial thing — she possesses a celestial beauty and an aura that keeps people at a distance!"
The Jiang Clan of the Sixth Heaven hurriedly sent word to the Seventh Heaven’s Jiang Clan.
The Seventh Heaven was already home to an emperor. In this context, an "emperor" referred to someone who had reached the peak of a single Dao path. Anyone who practiced the same Dao would feel an irresistible urge to submit to such /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ a person.
And a Great Emperor was a ruler over all Daos.
Anyone who practiced any Dao would involuntarily feel the urge to bow when encountering a Great Emperor.
As for a Heavenly Lord, they were the masters of the heavens and earth.
Where was Yin Qingcheng?
The emperor of the Seventh Heaven, Jiang Tianming, began searching for Yin Qingcheng’s whereabouts.
Finally, in a forbidden zone —
He found Yin Qingcheng.
This forbidden zone was known as the Primordial Misty Sky...
When Jiang Tianming received news of Yin Qingcheng’s location, even he, as an emperor, couldn’t help but feel a chill run down his spine.
No way, that’s the Primordial Misty Sky!
Who in their right mind would go to the Primordial Misty Sky? That place was not meant for living beings.
But Yin Qingcheng was there!
Jiang Tianming gritted his teeth, layered his defenses, and ventured into the Primordial Misty Sky to search for Yin Qingcheng.
White mist permeated the surroundings.
It looked harmless, even beautiful, as if he had stepped into a celestial garden.
But this mist could kill emperors — not just emperors; it could even kill Great Emperors.
Yes, kill them with pain!
Extreme, excruciating pain!
When Jiang Tianming finally located Yin Qingcheng, his expression froze on the spot.
It wasn’t because Yin Qingcheng was too beautiful.
At his level, he had seen countless stunning beauties. No matter the type, he had seen them all.
Though Yin Qingcheng was indeed breathtakingly beautiful, it wasn’t enough to make him lose his composure.
The real reason for his shock was that Yin Qingcheng was actively touching the Primordial Morning Mist...
That was the Primordial Morning Mist!!!
A terrifying existence that could make even a Great Emperor die of pain.
Yin Qingcheng was currently at the Dao Realm, still a step away from becoming an emperor.
But with such a limited cultivation base, how dare she actively touch the Primordial Morning Mist?
Yin Qingcheng was quietly experiencing the pain, her face filled with heartbreak.
"It’s so painful. How could they bear to inflict something like this on you? Husband, that Yue Hongling deserves to die, doesn’t she? She should die!"
"I can’t even imagine how much pain you must have been in when the Primordial Morning Mist erupted. If I had been by your side, I could have held you, even if it meant enduring the pain in your place..."
"Yue Hongling, you truly deserve to die. Truly deserve to die!"
"And Bai Qiulan, letting you suffer so much freezing cold — she deserves to die too!"
"Shangguan Huanling — such a foolish woman has no right to be by your side. She deserves to die too!"
"Chu Ling, a mere servant dares to plot against her master? She deserves to die too!"
"Jiang Die — to climb into your bed without shame! She deserves to die, deserves to die, deserves to die!"
"Zhuque — just a beast, nothing more. It was bad enough that she became your mount, but how dare she claim to be your woman? She deserves to die too!"
"I, too, deserve to die!!! I should have killed every single one of those women. I deserve to die!!!"
"And one more..."
Yin Qingcheng’s eyes revealed a trace of insanity, along with a hint of fear she herself did not wish to acknowledge.
Jiang Tianming watched Yin Qingcheng’s alternating expressions — manic, pained, serene, affectionate, heartbroken — and couldn’t help but feel his scalp tingle.
What in the world is this...?
He composed himself, took a deep breath, and stepped forward.
The strands of Primordial Morning Mist continued to seep into Yin Qingcheng’s body.
"I am Jiang Tianming. Greetings, fellow Daoist," he said.
Yin Qingcheng glanced at Jiang Tianming indifferently, without saying a word.
Her attitude was rather dismissive.
Jiang Tianming was not offended. A dismissive attitude was fine; if she had no solution, he could just kill her later.
"I wonder if Fellow Daoist has a way to descend to the lower realm. We want to kill a minor cultivator in the Third Heaven, but we are unable to descend," he said.
"If Fellow Daoist has a method, Jiang would be eternally grateful!"
Yin Qingcheng spoke at last.
"The Third Heaven? Who do you want to kill? What’s his name?"
"The one we want to kill — his name is Lu Ye!"
Yin Qingcheng’s eyes immediately blazed with intensity.
Kill someone else? She had no interest. But to kill Lu Ye? Now that was an entirely different story!
"Kill Lu Ye? I have a way!!!"
