Above the Central Imperial City, from the Space Gate, three people and a bull erged.
A young girl, a young boy, a youth, and a sturdy green bull.
It’s a rather unique combination, yet in this mont it has taken away Shen Rong’s spotlight of breaking through the barriers.
Because among them, one is unmistakably the Supre Powerhouse of the Demon Race—Peacock King, renowned across the world, gracefully beautiful yet coldly indifferent, a Supre in the Space Dao.
In this group, it’s clear that Peacock King is not the leader; the one in the center is the handso young man, with loose black hair, possessing an elegant allure, and more unique charm added by the faintly visible Moon Seal on his brow.
His appearance caused many to change their expressions because this person was the final victor in the Hundred Battle Mountain Range three months ago—Qian!
Unexpectedly, he also showed up, perhaps to participate in this martial arts tournant for a bride?
However, it also stirred excitent, adding so suspense to this martial arts tournant.
Ye Chen stood in the void, focusing not on the grandeur of the starry 81 Passes, but instead, his gaze roving to the three lithe shadows on the Emperor City Central Heavenly Palace. Even if n seldom cry, at this mont tears seed ready to fall, expressing the deep longing in his heart.
He is the invincible Young Supre, always strong and commanding, revered and worshipped by countless of the younger generation, feared by All True Kings, considered the greatest enemy on the path to becoming Human Emperor.
But he is also a man of flesh and blood, capable of feelings, not just a re combat machine.
After decades apart, finally reuniting with the three beloved won, so close, closer than ever before, even his usually steady ntal realm is stirred into towering waves of emotion.
"Jingruo, Wu’er, Chen’er..."
Ye Chen softly called, calling their nas, also sensing the emotions of the three won. Even Zhao Jingruo, with her seductive charm like a Goddess, now had tears welling in her eyes, rolling down her delicate fairy face, mingled with a crystalline glow, speaking of yearned love and longing.
Yii Wu, the initial love from past to present, gentle and virtuous, entirely devoted, unwavering unto death.
Chen’er, a girl pure as the Green Lotus erging unstained from mud, innocent and playful.
Zhao Jingruo, hailed as a Goddess, the Young Female True King adored by countless talented n, cool and noble, while before him was seductive like a fox, enrapturing hearts.
All three are the rarest and most beautiful won of all ages, betrothed to him for a lifeti promise.
And now they et, separated by a lifeti yet so close for the first ti, his heart filled with endless emotions longing to be poured out.
But he forcibly restrained it, gently saying, "Wait for a mont, I’ll pass through the 81 Passes, win the final crown, and greet you with the most brilliant identity."
Although the three won were tear-stricken, yearning desperately to rush over and embrace him, expressing decades of separation.
Yet aware of his intention, they did not hinder, simply nodding slightly, tenderly saying, "We will wait for you!"
The phrase "we will wait for you" stirred Ye Chen’s heart with swelling passion, turning around as he stepped out, entering the Space Gate on the Martial Arts Arena.
...
Among the 81 Passes, despite Shen Rong being the prival force surging to the top, unstoppable, other Saints swiftly moved towards the final pass, eager to witness Shen Rong’s supre divine prowess, seeing how he would overco the perilous barriers set by the Three Immortals.
Just then, the starry sky surged.
A long shout echoed, clouds of Shifang moved, countless shattered stars in the cosmos exploded, enormous teors crushed.
A figure tore through the sky, rushing towards the depths of space.
A tall, mighty physique seed forged from Nine Tribulations Gold, strong and vigorous, possessing a power to crush the heavens and earth.
Wherever it went, the void twisted, shattered star belts detonated, teors torn apart, chaos erupted clouds, like an invincible War God descending from the Primordial Immortal Realm, unstoppable.
"Who is it?"
Deep within the starry sky, many were alard by the overwhelming force, terrifying beyond asure, drowning the sky, crashing forth like an overwhelming ocean, obliterating all.
Even Saints trembled from the depths of their souls.
"It’s Qian, he’s here!"
A Saint cried out, recognizing the true identity of the arrival.
He was an exceptionally heroic young man, his tall physique so mighty and magnificent, radiating majestic golden light, causing the undying Saints within the 81 Passes to feel cold, oppressed by a powerful aura, almost convulsing.
The invincible Qian arrived, he too was breaking through, conquering the 81 Passes, headed straight for the final barrier.
Boom——
The thirty-sixth pass exploded, a fragnt of small world, established by the Heavenly King Divine of the Era of Gods, containing parts of Reincarnation-level remnant arrays. Though many were shattered by the Saints and the Five Supre Beings, not easily traversed by ordinary people.
Even a Saint Lord entering would be trapped for a long ti.
Yet this perilous barrier could not stop Qian, forcibly and invincibly tearing through, dismantling this fragnted small world, directly charging out.
Too overwhelming, who can stand against!
Roar——
Deep within the starry sky, a terrifying Purple Qilin appeared, fearso aura soaring, dominating this Star Domain, rumbling and roaring.
"Is it a Pure Blood Qilin Holy Spirit?"
Many were stunned, legends telling such a Holy Spirit grown to perfection can rival the Ancient Great Emperor.
An old immortal with deep experience comnted, "You misunderstood, it cannot be the Qilin Holy Spirit, nor is it a living creature. It’s said that during the Era of Gods, a highly pure-blooded Qilin Beast erged, standing at the Reincarnation-level, about to achieve the Heavenly King Realm, but was slain by the mighty in the starry sky. This Purple Qilin should be the Undying Residual God of that Qilin beast, revived by combining the Essence Blood of fallen Saints temporarily."
In conclusion, this Purple Qilin is extraordinarily strong, at least on the supre level, albeit for a short duration.
Disturbed from its slumber, it roared, purple energy swept across three thousand miles, charging at Ye Chen.
Ye Chen’s gaze glinted coldly, "A suitable mount is just what I need, the Sky-reaching Green Bull isn’t enough, you’ll do."
He traversed the void like Gods and Demons, releasing strands of golden essence qi, illuminating the starry sky, directly clashing against the Purple Qilin.
Boom——
The starry space exploded, several nearby perilous barriers shattered, a fierce encounter, though not truly a battle, as it ended swiftly.
Those golden essence qi transford into Order Divine Chains, directly binding the Purple Qilin, Ye Chen descended upon its back, no matter how it struggled it remained ineffective.
"Go!"
Ye Chen urged the Purple Qilin to charge into the depths of the starry sky, forcibly overcoming the barriers.
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