Chapter 1311 The Eleven Emperors! (Another translation)
Chapter 1314 The Eleven Emperors!
Above the heavens, a vortex roared to life, its thunderous clamor surpassing even the mightiest lightning.
The sound reverberated across the entire Wanggu Continent.
Like the heartbeat of creation, it resonated within the chests of all living beings, shaking the very souls of every creature.
Simultaneously, across the Wanggu Continent, the toxic plants that had clung to life in various domains...
began to tremble!
As if welcoming something.
Then, from within the swirling vortex, a dark purple miasma erupted with overwhelming force, sweeping across the heavens like a tidal wave.
It engulfed the skies, blotting out the sun.
Within the miasma, a slender silhouette emerged.
A silhouette as dark as ink.
The moment it appeared, every toxic plant across the Wanggu Continent bloomed simultaneously!
Poisonous intent surged, rising against the very laws that governed Wanggu.
The source of this upheaval was none other than the figure within the miasma.
He stepped forward.
His black-robed attire hung like a waterfall of night, the hem encrusted with frost crystals formed from condensed toxicity, their eerie glow casting strange shadows.
His unbound black hair cascaded down like raven feathers, each strand flickering with emerald-green phosphorescence, reminiscent of countless venomous serpents hissing in the darkness.
Most terrifying of all was the mark etched between his brows - twelve petals arranged in a twisted pattern, forming the visage of a grotesque beauty.
A sight to shock the soul!
It was none other than Li Mengtu!
His sudden appearance sent shockwaves through the hearts of all observers—every clan from the Ten Thousand Clans and every cultivator from the Holy Lands who had been monitoring the area.
"A second Quasi-Immortal!"
In the human imperial capital, Ning Yan drew in a sharp breath.
In Fenghai County, Marquis Yao and his companions perceived this event through special methods, equally shaken.
Even the crown prince and other nobles in the Moon-Worshiping Great Territory, along with cultivators from the Ten Thousand Clans, felt their minds churn with tumult.
The Empress's pupils contracted.
"This one is also a Quasi-Immortal! Though not as powerful as the previous one, the aura emanating from him still far surpasses that Yi Yanzi!"
As the Empress's wariness intensified, Li Mengtu in mid-air scanned his surroundings, gazing upon the world below.
"So this is Wanggu..." Li Mengtu murmured, drawing in a deep breath.
According to ancestral records, he knew... his forebears had originated from this very place.
Infinite emotions welled up within him as he prepared to speak.
But Xing Huanzi's voice cut through, cold and imperious.
"What are you blocking the way for? Descended? Then make way for others immediately!"
Li Mengtu snorted in response but still stepped aside.
Almost simultaneously, a vortex formed behind him in the heavens, roaring to life.
This time, mountains materialized first.
Phantom peaks materialized around the vortex, their emergence causing the entire mountain range of Wanggu to tremble.
Amidst the layered mountain shadows in mid-air, a woman approached, her footsteps echoing across the peaks.
Her face was strikingly beautiful and clear, with a straight nose bridge and lips tinged like cinnabar, carrying a chill reminiscent of mountain peak snow.
She wore a moon-white flowing immortal's skirt with sleeves that swept the air. The skirt's hem was embroidered with overlapping mountain silhouettes, their gray-green patterns shifting with each step, as if the mountains themselves were drifting through misty clouds.
As she walked, a stone path materialized beneath her feet. The mountains behind her rumbled continuously, as if paying homage to her presence.
This was none other than Yuanshan Su!
She was not alone. In the shadow of the mountains behind her, another figure emerged, as if seeping from the cracks of hell itself. This person carried a broken sword on their back as they descended.
Clad in tattered crow-black robes, his hair was a mix of gray and white strands interspersed with crimson streaks, haphazardly pinned back by a white bone hairpin. The ends of their hair were caked with black scabs, as if they had been severed by a sword and allowed to grow back randomly.
His expression was cold and sinister, eyes swirling with malice like a vengeful spirit in a deep pool, ready to drag anyone into an abyss of endless suffering.
Most striking was the broken sword on his back.
The hilt was wrapped in half-rotten human skin, while the blade was covered in fine cracks. Dark purple malevolent qi seeped from these fissures, spreading in all directions.
Faintly audible were the desperate cries of countless beings, chanting death curses within their minds.
This was none other than the Xie Lingzi!
The myriad clans of ancient times trembled anew.
The Empress instinctively retreated several steps. To her eyes, the first arrival represented supreme power, the second showed formidable strength, and the third... was breathtakingly impressive.
But this fourth being radiated pure evil!
Each of them was a Quasi-Immortal, a Great Emperor!
Most crucially, the aura within the vortex continued to surge.
Its overwhelming force shook the world, altering the very colors of heaven and earth. Ancient cultivators of the human race trembled, as did members of other clans from distant domains, all instinctively bowing in reverence.
The cultivators from the Holy Lands who had descended earlier felt their hearts pounding violently.
This was especially true for the Quasi-Immortals scattered across the eight directions, who clearly sensed that both the aura of those who had descended and the energy within the vortex... each surpassed Yi Yanzi!
And... this descent showed no signs of ending!
The entire ancient world shook.
Just as all eyes were fixed in tense anticipation, a sword's cry echoed from the vortex above the human race.
Qian Jun and Bi Yi, transforming into sword form, surged forth from the vortex!
As they manifested, the heavens and earth trembled, as if sun and moon shone in unison.
The ancient swords in Wanggu responded in unison, their blades resonating in chorus.
Countless observers instinctively turned their gaze toward the spectacle. Even gods who had invested their divine sense in the area felt ripples in their consciousness.
These two swords radiated immortal energy of staggering proportions, their extraordinary agility surpassing all ordinary blades!
They were peerless treasures of the era!
Qian Jun's measured three feet and three inches, its blade crystalline like frozen snow, the translucent body flowing with starlight. The spine bore silver cloud-and-thunder patterns.
Bi Yi's was slightly shorter, its jade-green body etched with overlapping mountains and cascading waterfalls. Though the edge was as thin as a cicada's wing, its sharpness remained peerless.
The twin swords now circled in harmonious dance, their passage freezing the void into icy trails of azure light. Their resonant cries echoed through the nine heavens, carrying the self-proclaimed oaths of the blades:
"Qian Jun wields the blade of slaughter!"
"Bi Yi guards the path of defense!"
"Combined, we shatter the barriers of star rings across all realms!"
"Divided, we protect humanity from divine assaults!"
These three phrases spread in all directions, sending shockwaves through the hearts of all observers. The vortex's roar intensified as four figures descended simultaneously.
Among them was a burly man carrying a blade, his frame as sturdy as an iron tower. His broad shoulders and thick back contrasted with hair tied in a casual horsetail by a leather cord. His eyes glinted with razor-sharp intensity.
At his waist hung nineteen divine fang pendants, each engraved with the names of divine platforms he'd slain.
His name was Wang Peng!
Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a slender build. A narrow sword hung at his waist, its scabbard encased in perpetual frost.
His name matched his appearance: Li Hanfeng!
His weapon was the sword!
The third figure resembled a scholarly gentleman steeped in ancient texts. Clad in a gray robe, his pale face carried a scholarly air tinged with hidden sharpness.
He held a bamboo scroll bearing countless inscriptions.
His weapon was the written word!
His name was Li Xuanze!
The final member of the quartet was Daoist Blood Cloud!
His crimson hair cascaded like burning flames around his shoulders, framing a gaunt face reminiscent of a skeleton. The entire figure exuded an aura as if risen from the depths of a bloody sea.
As he advanced, a blood cloud surged from his body, complementing the bloodthirsty smile at his lips. It was as if the entire world should be devoured by his blood cloud.
Each of these four was also a quasi-immortal!
At this moment, ten quasi-immortals had descended upon Wanggu, shaking the very foundations of the world. The heavens churned, the earth trembled, and all races were left in awe.
Tension and dread became the dominant themes, erupting in the hearts of all living beings.
Even the gods were no exception!
As for the quasi-immortals from the Holy Lands, their hearts were already being struck by heavenly thunder. The terror they felt manifested as towering waves, sweeping away all rational thought.
The truth was, even though these nine subsequent arrivals might not have matched the might of the first, they were all quasi-immortal Emperors. Each one's manifestation caused violent ripples in Wanggu's fundamental laws and principles.
They affected everything!
In the minds of these Holy Land quasi-immortals, these beings' combat power was already approaching that of the Summer Immortal. Any one of them far surpassed Yi Yanzi.
Most importantly, even though these newcomers had never possessed a Constitution, they had learned of its existence from the ancient immortals and Yi Yanzi.
Yet these descended beings... all possessed Constitutions!
The sheer intensity of their power was beyond comprehension.
What stunned them even more was their age!
Each of these ten Quasi-immortals was remarkably young, clearly... peerless Chosen!
Even one such individual would shake the world to its foundations.
Yet now... there were ten!
Ten Great Emperors!
The ancient observers trembled, the myriad races were shaken, the Saints were astonished, and the gods grew solemn!
None knew where these ten Great Emperors had come from, nor why they had arrived!
For the Empress, the sense of unreality intensified to its peak. She drew a deep breath, about to speak when...
A cough suddenly echoed from within the vortex.
This single cough became a tempest, shaking the heavens themselves.
"More?"
The Saints trembled, the myriad races' hearts pounded, and the Empress's pupils contracted sharply.
From the vortex emerged an eleventh figure.
This individual wore a light gray brocade robe, his black hair neatly bound by a jade crown that hung to his waist. His gentle features and warm eyes seemed to invite complete trust, making him appear like a jade-smooth young master from an aristocratic family.
It was none other than Zhou Zhengli!
As he approached, his face carried a humble smile, yet Li Mengtu and the others instinctively turned their gazes toward him.
This scene drew the attention of the Holy Land and all the clans. The Empress herself looked at Zhou Zhengli, analyzing whether he might be their leader. Zhou Zhengli smiled warmly and spoke in a gentle voice:
"I apologize for our delay. We encountered some issues along the way. Several God Lords intercepted our Lord at the Primordial Sea."
"Concerned for Wanggu's safety, our Lord sent us ahead. Thus... we arrived somewhat late."
"Our Lord himself is still en route and should arrive shortly."
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