"Master… Master?"

Dongfang Yunxing was so startled by Su Chen's sudden appearance that he fell back onto the ground. Shock and joy flashed across his face, quickly replaced by guilt.

"Master… I…"

He stammered, unable to form a complete sentence.

Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, quietly observing his disciple. "I heard everything you said just now."

Dongfang Yunxing lowered his head in shame. According to his master's usual style, he would have endured in silence and later slaughtered both the Drifting Snow Sacred Land and the Great Sun Sacred Land. Yet he could not bring himself to do the same. He was simply walking to his death.

Su Chen spoke calmly, "You were right about one thing. The choice you have made is indeed very foolish. However… In a person's life, one must occasionally do something foolish in the name of passion. Only then can one avoid losing oneself over the endless years."

In Su Chen's eyes, Dongfang Yunxing's decision was utterly stupid—little different from throwing his life away. Yet it stirred something in his heart, which had remained unmoved for countless millennia. It was a foolish act, but the Su Chen of the past might have done the same.

Joy replaced the shock on Dongfang Yunxing's face. His master did not blame him for his choice.

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his tone light and casual. Yet beneath that indifference lay an indescribable dominance.

Warmth filled Dongfang Yunxing's heart. He asked curiously, "Master, why were you silent for ten years?"

Su Chen: "..."

This disciple really knew how to ask difficult questions.

With an expressionless face, Su Chen replied, "Your master simply hadn't slept in a very long time. I accidentally overslept a little. At my level of cultivation, sleeping for a thousand years or more is nothing unusual."

He definitely had not been hiding from that Quasi-Emperor wielding an Emperor Weapon!

Dongfang Yunxing thought about it. It seemed reasonable. It was common for great experts to seclude themselves for centuries. Sleeping for a thousand years made sense too.

Still… why would a great expert need to sleep?

...

Inside the Great Sun Sacred Land, a young man dressed in golden imperial robes embroidered with sun god patterns slowly raised his head. Behind him, countless runes formed from solar power intertwined brilliantly, creating a rising sun.

His name was Yang Shentian, the Sacred Son of the Great Sun Sacred Land. He was the son of an ancient Great Emperor and had been born at the Void Refining realm. To solidify his foundation, he had sealed his own cultivation and re-cultivated from the beginning. In just twenty years, he had returned to the Void Refining realm. His talent was hailed as the greatest in the Southern Domain in ten thousand years, and he was said to possess the talent of a Great Emperor.

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He also had another identity. He came from the Main God Hall. A peak great saint from that organization had died by chance and arrived in this world.

"Everyone says that transmigrators are discovered by the Transmigrators Alliance and given cheats," Yang Shentian thought with a mental snort. "So because I came from the Main God Hall, the Alliance didn't send me one?"

Still, he was quite satisfied with his current identity. As the son of a Great Emperor in a supreme Sacred Land, he would soon obtain the legendary Nine Yin Divine Body. Once he fused it with his own Nine Yang Divine Body, what kind of terrifying Talent would he achieve? Surpassing seven Emperor tribulations and gaining seven-star or higher talent would no longer be a dream.

The only annoyance was those old ancestors of the Drifting Snow Sacred Land. They refused to let him meet Lu Xuewei until they received the sacred medicine.

But it did not matter. Today, everything would be settled.

The Great Sun Sacred Land was filled with joy and celebration.

Today marked a great occasion in the life of the Sacred Land's Emperor Son. Countless forces had arrived, bearing lavish gifts. Divine dragons and phoenixes sang in harmony, while brilliant light bathed the entire Sacred Land.

"That is Lu Xuewei, the Sacred Maiden of the Drifting Snow Sacred Land," someone murmured as she appeared.

She was known as the number one beauty of the Southern Domain. Dressed in a fiery red wedding gown embroidered with golden phoenixes that seemed to soar across the silk, and crowned with a magnificent golden phoenix headdress whose tassels veiled her face, she was breathtaking. Even a single glance was enough to confirm that she was an unparalleled beauty capable of toppling kingdoms.

"Lu Xuewei, the number one beauty of the Southern Domain, has captivated countless prodigies. Who would have thought she would ultimately marry the Emperor Son of the Great Sun Sacred Land?

"Sacred Maiden Lu seems unwilling. Every step she takes looks like she is being pushed forward by an invisible hand. Even if she is unwilling, what does it matter? In the face of two supreme Sacred Lands, no one can resist."

"..."

Yang Shentian was very satisfied. The woman before him truly deserved her reputation as a peerless beauty.

"Are you willing to become the wife of Yang Shentian?" he asked casually.

Whether she was willing or not, he knew the only acceptable answer was one word.

That was enough for him. What he truly valued was her Nine Yin Divine Body, which would allow him to unravel the secrets of the Nine Yin Nine Yang and achieve an even more terrifying talent. Surpassing the Seven Emperor tribulations would no longer be a dream.

Lu Xuewei did not answer immediately. The fiery wedding dress seemed to have become a cage. The phoenixes embroidered on the red silk struggled and fluttered as if alive. The golden tassels covering her face trembled violently, along with her entire body, as though she were enduring unbearable pain. Her soul felt as if it were being scorched by flames.

This scene caused Yang Shentian's brows to furrow.

"I… I am not willing!"

The faces of Yang Shentian, the high-ranking elders of the Great Sun Sacred Land, and the experts from the Drifting Snow Sacred Land all changed dramatically.

"What audacity! How dare you deceive me!" Yang Shentian roared in fury.

As the seal on her body cracked open, he discovered that Lu Xuewei's Nine Yin Divine Body had already been broken!

In his rage, he struck out directly. A palm descended like a blazing sun, incinerating everything in its path. He, the illustrious Emperor Son, had been toyed with!

At that moment, from another direction, a black sun rose. Unlike Yang Shentian's radiant golden sun, this one was deep and dark like a black hole, its edges wreathed in inextinguishable black flames.

The scarlet sun and black sun collided.

A youth wreathed in black flames appeared, standing in confrontation with Yang Shentian. Behind him, the black flames coalesced into the figure of a three-legged nether crow.

Mysterious, noble, and disdainful of the nine heavens. Ancient hymns echoed between heaven and earth. He was the ancient savior. He was also the destroyer of the world.

Yang Shentian asked gravely, "Who are you?"

"I am Dongfang Yunxing. And I am Lu Xuewei's man!"