The next mont.
Light enveloped the earth.
The Emperor seed to be battling with all the beings of the Celestial Dao.
Various explosions began to erupt.
Space was torn apart.
Even the crystal walls of the entire painting were continuously lting and then being repaired again.
Battle.
Battle.
Relentless battle.
Days passed.
"Emperor, in the end, you are but one person."
Sylvie's hair flew like flas, "Your physical strength is still too low. With my stamina and energy over a thousand rings, how can you compete with ?"
"Next ti, you might win! But now you've lost."
Sylvie had the victory assured; she was adept at scheming and knew this battle would exhaust the opponent.
But the next ti the Emperor returns, it might not be so simple.
This ti, he suffered on the energy level, suffered for not understanding the Black Magic Master's nature!
Next ti he returns, he might have learned the Black Magic Masters' martial arts secret manual, outfitting himself like her with a dozen layers of "Celestial Path Sacred Martial Armor" outside. Then, with hundreds of layers, who could rival him?
For now, she seized the advantage in information and won first!
Such a monster, the sa trick won't trap him a second ti.
Ha!
With a cold laugh, Sylvie looked at the Emperor, who was gradually exhausted and defeated, "I have ultimately accomplished the incredible feat, sweeping across the era alone, as the Celestial Dao dominates all beings, invincible in this age!"
Sylvie was ecstatic in her heart.
Your Majesty, did you see it?
I've won!
I've successfully passed your test!
...
Yet, she did not know.
While she was fighting, soone beyond the world was watching her.
"Sylvie, why are you so certain that you've always been in reality?" In the audience, a figure mumbled to themselves, watching Sylvie battling on the stage, in a dream.
"In this frontal battle, I lost. I'm indeed no match for Sylvie; my physical strength is still too low. I must learn martial arts secret manuals for stamina." He observed the dream confrontation, shaking his head silently.
"This Black Magic Masters' secret manual can indeed be learned."
"It can beco a permanent martial art, providing a vast basic physical energy, additional True God rings!"
Unknown since when.
Sylvie, unbeknownst to herself, like Emperor Zhu Qi and others, had already begun dreaming, unable to distinguish the divide from reality.
"Though I lost, I also won... Just dream well within ."
"Your invincible body will be under my control."
Though Sylvie's appearance hadn't changed, her aura had. Her eyes were as clear as autumn water, her black hair flowing over her shoulders.
Coldly serene, aloof and pure as a white lotus.
The control of Sylvie's body was already under the Emperor.
Sylvie thought the Emperor's true form was on Zhu Qi's head in the First Ring, but in truth?
The Emperor was in Sylvie!
He had long ago, thousands of years earlier, infiltrated the Celestial Court, beca a trusted Black Magic Master True God, undertaking missions repeatedly, ultimately becoming one of Sylvie's "Nine Revolutions Profound Skill" rings.
He was within Sylvie.
Yet Sylvie overlooked the possibility of the Emperor being in her body, considering only that the Emperor was in Emperor Zhu Qi, misleading herself as the Emperor continually hypnotized her.
Sylvie had laid out a plan for thousands of years, anchoring points on Minis and others, constantly suggesting...
How could the Emperor not lay out plans for thousands of years?
He had beco Sylvie's confidant over these millennia, attempting to break through her defenses countless tis internally, slowly hypnotizing Sylvie's consciousness, forcibly occupying her body.
And every cough was an anchor for hypnosis!
When you hear a "cough," you'll gradually fall asleep...
However, hypnotizing Sylvie wasn't simple.
After all, this was the Dream Garnt, the true master of the dream realm.
Each hidden cough in the battle was a guide for hypnotic suggestion, until ultimately, Sylvie was wholly shaken, her spirit disoriented, convinced the Emperor was in Zhu Qi, and fell asleep at that mont.
"As you said, believe it, and you'll be hypnotized."
The Emperor calmly said: "You spent thousands of years suggesting to them; I spent thousands of years suggesting to you... Finally defeating you with your racial talent, what a brilliant battle it was."
More spectacular than any fight.
This is what he wanted, true skill.
Unlike before, the Witch Emperor and Minis, who attacked him ruthlessly with various ans.
The purity of the Martial Path was too low.
Minis and others believed the Emperor had not yet appeared.
Unaware, he had been secretly battling Sylvie all along.
Only the form of battle was different, more artistic, more interesting, competing for control within her.
"Sylvie is truly soone like , fighting with techniques, but she employs grand sches to kill invisibly, which doesn't quite align with my intentions."
"Such battles are also very interesting to experience occasionally."
"Her power, combined with my original strength, has pushed my power to the peak."
This Heavenly Dao Sylvie clenched her fist, feeling the imnse power within, sensing herself as omniscient and omnipotent, wielding authority over all life.
Is this the power of the Celestial Dao?
Finally, his gaze shifted to the celestial vault above, suddenly smiling:
"Co out, she has already lost!"
"This battle I truly enjoyed, it's the pinnacle battle of my life."
The young girl in front wore a white robe, her eyebrows painted a picture, her elegance indescribable, with a noble and graceful dignity untouched by dust, smiling warmly:
"Senior, this little girl, she has already done her best, she was amazing, incredible... but unfortunately, she t ."
As he finished speaking, a sigh was finally heard.
Sigh.
Without a trace of a sign, a foreboding feeling suddenly surged within the Emperor's heart.
A powerful sense of oppression, an unbelievable apex creature of the food chain seed to have descended into this world.
Just like a rabbit seeing a tiger, that instinctive response to encountering the king of beasts instantly made one convulse, their whole body spasming!
Boom!
A black light flashed before his eyes, as if the air itself was twisted by pressure.
Crack!
Imdiately, out of the dense fog, an unfathomable oppressive towering figure strode forth, slowly tearing through the crystal wall of the painting, appearing before the Emperor's eyes.
Nokron looked at the stage behind at the slumbering people, and finally, his eyes fell upon the Emperor, with the first words being: "You're impressive."
Mortal?
How could such a monster, such an oppressive presence, still be a mortal??
He was actually a Demigod?
One major realm lower than ?
The Emperor's eyes glead with unprecedented dazzling brilliance, neither in awe nor fear, but excited, exhilarated, a thrill of walking on the edge of a blade burst in his heart, the longing for battle kindled within: Finally, it's my turn to fight from a higher position!
The Emperor suddenly laughed: "The person is in my hands, I knew you'd show up."
"Parting back then, you sent to this Martial Arts continent, taking through many wonders, encountering many interesting enemies."
"Afterwards, I could have t you many tis, yet I let things flow naturally, to this day."
The Nokron before him quietly observed the Emperor.
The Emperor wasn't surprised, only turned around, quietly watching the puppet roles on the stage, murmuring: "Do you think we're alike? Similar flowers?"
"That's really sothing to be happy about."
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