Chapter 804

Chapter 804: Winds Rise and Clouds Move

"How did you end up provoking this thing, boy?" The Ancestor flew into rage upon sensing the aura of Nine Clears Supreme Destruction of All Gods within Ye Yun’s body. He’d repeatedly warned the lad against meddling with such forces, having specifically cautioned about the Nine Clears threat before Ye Yun entered the Thunder World. Yet here they were. Even the Ancestor himself wouldn’t dare entertain thoughts of confronting this entity.

"Merely an ethereal figure. The real Nine Clears Punishment couldn’t manifest in this Thunder World. Still, even this shadow nearly broke me." Ye Yun winced under the Ancestor’s scolding, knowing full well he’d overstepped.

"Can’t you see your Immortal spirit body is regressing to mortal flesh?" The Ancestor’s voice shook with anger. "When complete, every ounce of power you’ve accumulated will crumble! Do you grasp the gravity?"

He’d witnessed Ye Yun’s trials at Celestial-Demon battlefield, especially the demon god battles in Celestial Tower. Though tempted to intervene, he’d respected the youth’s resolve, keeping his Two Extremes Immortal Sword sheathed to avoid distraction.

But now, through meddling with the laws of thunder, Ye Yun had invoked Nine Clears Heavenly Punishment – a force erasing all Heavenly Dao traces from existence, surpassing even Heavenly Immortal might.

The demonic transformation from Heavenly Demon’s power was unraveling. Ye Yun’s boundless Immortal spirit energy dwindled, his supreme physique decaying toward mortality. Though his true qi and spiritual power remained unknown, the Ancestor guessed they fared no better.

"Guard me, Ancestor…" Ye Yun’s weakened consciousness managed before collapsing into coma.

The Ancestor gazed grimly. This wasn’t mere physical regression – the accumulating energies now threatened to burst Ye Yun’s deteriorating form. What tragedy, possessing unmatched power yet being crushed by it!

Though furious at the recklessness, everything he did was for this disciple. Hadn’t he sworn to honor Ye Yun’s choices, however fatal? A master couldn’t refuse his pupil’s true path.

"What must this old bones do to save you from death’s grasp?" The Ancestor wandered shadowy voids, head bowed in contemplation.

*

Lingyao Continent shuddered with impending change. The sect competition loomed – event deciding continental fortunes through resource redistribution. Eight Major Sects would field their finest youths.

Great Wilderness Gate. Miaoyin Valley. Beast Refining Sect. Medicine God Valley. Sword Seeking Villa. Moon Dynasty royalty. All paled before the twin titans – Lingxiao City’s Immortal Dao Sect and enigmatic Moon Goddess Palace, whose slightest move shook continents.

Despite Devil Race stirrings and Demon Seal fracturing, the tournament’s grandeur only intensified. Young talents sharpened skills, while established prodigies like Immortal Dao Sect’s An Shuiyan (Eighth Level Earth Immortal) abstained, their supremacy unquestioned.

This was juniors’ arena. The grand prize – supreme Immortal artifact – drew even those already armed with such treasures, for their rarity matched heavenly materials. A single superior artifact could tip scales between matched rivals.

Ripples spread when Immortal Dao Sect appointed twenty-year-old elder. Toppling this prodigy who reached Earth Immortal realm so young promised glory. Yet whispers scoffed – how could First Level Earth Immortal compare to Seventh Level peaks flooding the competition?

Contradictory rumors swirled. Some claimed the youth sealed Demon Race’s breach in Nine Demons Burning alone, slaying Eighth Level Great Demon King. Others dismissed this as propaganda to bolster credibility.

*

By crystalline waters, a Handsome Man fluttered white-feathered fan. "Brother Ye," he mused to azure skies, "they doubt, but I know your depths."

Red silk rustled as woman materialized behind him. "When shall we see Ling’er again? That little girl’s certainly cooking mischief."

"Patience." The man inhaled spiritual energy, contentment warming his smile. "Should we grace this sect competition?"

*

Cliffside, Star Sword Sect disciples bowed before their elder brother. "Shall we claim Lingyao Continent’s stage?"

The swordsman nodded. "Having reached Eighth Level Earth Immortal and comprehended my Sword Path’s essence, further isolation breeds stagnation. Announce our entry – Star Sword Sect challenges Eight Major Sects’ seats!"

Cheers erupted. Their leader had mastered Stellar Sword Classic in under a century, breaking through during mental energy tribulation. Such monstrous talent inspired absolute confidence.

*

Moon Goddess Palace echoed with slammed parchment. "Another challenge from Immortal Dao Sect?" Jun Ruolan’s obsidian robes quivered with icy wrath. "Let them learn who rules Lingyao Continent!"

"Senior Sister!" Bowing disciples burned with fervor.

"All Earth Immortal disciples will fight!" The black-clad beauty decreed. "Sect rules await shirkers. Let fools reap what they sow!"

Alone in moonlit hall, Jun Ruolan’s stern mask cracked. A phantom emerged – purple Immortal Sword gleaming in man’s hand. Blushing furiously, she banished the vision. "Foolish thoughts!" Scolding herself, she plunged into meditation.