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Now reading: Chapter 583 - 464: Saint’s Disciple, Nothing Special! from I Can Fix My Talent in Hundred Lives, a Eastern novel by Newton is not bald..

The tall, thin Martial Saint with the surna Li took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down:

"Alright, such a level of existence is beyond us to entertain. Quick, report to the Divine Martial Hall imdiately and let them send significant figures here!"

The two exchanged a glance, both reading deep shock and a trace of fear in each other’s eyes.

In their hearts was only one thought: What kind of monster could ascend to the God and Demon realm in such a barren lower domain?

...

anwhile, in the core of the Human Dao Ancestor Court, within the Divine Martial Hall.

In the hall, countless starry shadows floated, with a figure draped in an emperor’s robe sitting in the center — the Empyrean Emperor, who presides over the Divine Martial Hall and manages the ancestor court’s military dispatches.

Around him swirled endless space-ti Dao Principles, his eyes seed to pierce through the eternal cycles, closed as he deduced the frontline battle situation.

Suddenly, a Spirit Light fell in the hall’s center, transforming into the figure of a ssenger officer, who respectfully knelt:

"Report to the Emperor, an anomaly has appeared at the Ascension Hall’s True Martial Gate, causing a terrifying Primordial Qi tide. The guarding officer estimates a Great Power of God and Demon realm is ascending from the lower domain!"

The Empyrean Emperor’s eyes suddenly opened, two brilliant beams piercing the hall, shooting straight towards the Ascension Hall’s direction, a flash of disbelief and shock in his eyes:

"Oh? God and Demon realm? Ascending from the lower domain?"

Before the words finished, his figure transford into a stream of light, instantly disappearing from the Divine Martial Hall, traversing millions of spaces in an instant.

The next mont, he appeared outside the Ascension Hall.

Both Martial Saints Li and Wang saw this and hurriedly knelt, paying respect: "Greet the Emperor!"

The Empyrean Emperor waved his sleeve lightly, a force of irresistible strength swept the two aside, instantly moving them 108,000 miles away to avoid being affected by the gate’s pressure.

Ignoring the two, his imposing eyes fixed on the trembling True Martial Gate, filled with curiosity and anticipation:

"No doubt, this aura is indeed God and Demon realm! A supre celestial talent erges from the lower domain, intriguing indeed."

"Looks like our Human Dao Ancestor Court shall gain yet another emperor-level power."

The Empyrean Emperor’s lips curled into a slight smile:

"With such talent, if trained, who knows, could beco the pillar of Human Dao, maybe even my master will return from beyond the domain to accept him as a disciple."

...

Ti slowly passed, the True Martial Gate suddenly shook, a terrifying aura piercing through heaven and earth erupted.

Then a White Tiger manifestation covering the sky slowly appeared.

The true form was shrouded in chaotic currents, golden wings on its back, each hair like cast from chaotic divine iron, exuding a supre divine power that suppressed all realms, gazing disdainfully through eternity.

The smile on the Empyrean Emperor’s face instantly froze, his pupils contracted, his imperial aura burst forth, his tone filled with incredulous anger:

"Demon Race?! It’s actually the Demon Race!"

A mighty ripple surged in his heart; after all, his master, the Saint of the Human Dao Ancestor Court, had long set laws.

For all lower domain worlds affiliated with the Divine Court, special world rules were established, making Demon Race cultivation a thousandfold more difficult.

Over ti, those lower domain worlds virtually beca Human Dao Great Eras, making it almost impossible for demons to even gain intelligence, let alone reach the God and Demon realm.

Coincidentally, the Demon Saint of the South State’s Myriad Demon Holy Court had similarly sealed the Human Race cultivation path of its affiliated lower domains.

If what ascended was a Human Race God and Demon realm, undoubtedly a celestial talent dazzling through eternity, worthy of cultivation.

But if it were the Demon Race, it beca a law-breaking enemy and thief, unforgivable!

Around the Empyrean Emperor, the space-ti Dao Principles instantly turned violent, killing intent brimming in his eyes, firmly locking onto the White Tiger manifestation, he shouted:

"Demonic aberration! Dare to break into my Human Dao Ancestor Court!"

"Die! Die! Die!"

Each word "Die" was wrapped in Heaven-Burning and Sea-Boiling imperial power, transforming into three golden Dao Principle torrents, tearing through the sky.

The Empyrean Emperor suddenly swung his right arm high above the nine heavens.

This arm, covered in imperial runes, expanded rapidly with the wind, instantly breaking through ten thousand zhang, a hundred thousand zhang, a million zhang, turning into a dark giant pillar piercing the heavens.

The pillar was entwined with distorted space-ti currents, cracking the void with a "snap," crushing towards Chen Sheng!

Boom—!

A million-mile void exploded accordingly, countless space fragnts scattered like Glazed, fist winds surged, causing endless temporal fluctuations to franticly vibrate.

Past, present, and future silhouettes flashed at the edge of the fist winds.

This arm’s crushing had no fancy Divine Techniques, only pure strength and principle suppression, space-ti forcibly frozen, bearing a few aspects of annihilating all creations, dominantly desperate.

This vast force made Chen Sheng’s indifferent gaze slightly move:

"Space-ti Dao Principle reminds of Brother Taiyuan, but it’s too crude."

Taiyuan Daoist’s cultivation of Space-Ti Collapse was far more exquisite!

Though Chen Sheng didn’t know the other’s identity, he already guessed the reason from the intense killing intent and rejection, and that word "demon".

"The conflict between Human and Demon Races in this realm has beco a fight to death..."

His gaze suddenly turned cold, the chaotic currents around Chen Sheng slightly churned, he never cared for the reason behind other’s attacks — bold enough to raise a weapon against him, was a mortal enemy!

His limbs slightly stamped, the True Martial Gate beneath him trembled fiercely, countless principle runes shattered and reassembled.

Chen Sheng breathed deeply, his voice like heavenly thunder sounding across billion universes:

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