Chapter 460: Chapter 284: A True God_i
North of the Qingyun Prefecture City, a group of figures arrived, treading on air.
Their approach was ostentatious and unhidden, twelve individuals in total. Each of their movements and gestures resonated with heaven and earth as they manipulated the power of the Heavenly Domain, creating myriad anomalies.
Their might roared like waves, sweeping through all directions.
Divine Light shot into the sky, illuminating the cosmos.
The intensity of their presence radiated across the entire Qinyun State, making the millions upon millions of inhabitants aware of their arrival.
Their domineering presence was justified; they were all of the Twelfth Realm and even among the Twelfth Realm, they were considered top-tier beings.
Every powerful individual with some understanding of the City Mansion knew that they were targeting the Prefecture Lord of Qingyun.
They were making such a grand show of force to establish their authority.
“The Holy Dynasty’s foundation is truly terrifying. To exterminate a single rebel, they have actually mobilized twelve supreme beings. I recognize the man in blue robes; he is the Blue Sword Emperor. His Sword Skill is unmatched, having once slain an Alien Race being of the Twelfth Realm with a single strike. He is an invincible emperor of the Twelfth Realm, so frighteningly powerful that those who act alongside him, the other eleven, are evidently formidable as well.”
“A great show awaits us! When the current Lord of Qingyun Prefecture first emerged, he easily slaughtered the former Lord along with four other peers. Now, facing the deep resources of the Holy Dynasty, will he resist or flee in haste?”
“He will certainly resist! With the Holy Dynasty putting on such a grand display, how could they allow him to escape? In this situation, the Lord of Qingyun Prefecture is almost certainly doomed, unless…”
“Unless what?”
“Unless he survives, then the One Hundred and Eight Provinces of the world will be thrown into chaos. Rebellions will spread like wildfire, and the dragons and snakes shall stir, bringing about a complete upheaval!”
“Hiss, could it really be that serious?”
“With the nature of the Imperial Clan, what do you think? Had it not been for the rumor that there’s an invincible being within the Imperial Clan capable of suppressing heaven and earth, the Imperial Clan would have already been eradicated. The Imperial Clan is more demonic than a demon itself, their sins reaching high to the heavens.”
Such discussions were happening everywhere.
Some even went directly outside of Qingyun Prefecture City to wait.
In the City Mansion.
Jiang Ming stood with hands clasped behind his back, looking into the distance with a faint smile on his face: “This battle is finally here!”
“Brother Jiang, are you truly unafraid?” Ran Xin was still somewhat worried.
“You know my strength,” Jiang Ming laughed, “This battle will be my true coronation as a force to be reckoned with, as well as the spark that ignites the chaos in the world.”
“A time of chaos,” Ran Xin sighed softly.
“Without chaos, how can there be a golden age?” Jiang Ming said indifferently, “The current state of the world, for those at the bottom or ordinary people, is too malicious. The class structure is rigid, human life is as cheap as grass, and under imperial power, life is as insignificant as ants. Without power or influence, even at the Eleventh Realm, you can be killed on a whim, let alone ordinary people. In their eyes, we are nothing but ants they can look down upon.”
Ran Xin nodded in agreement.
He knew all too well about the situation of the Dynasty.
Inside the Prefecture City, things seemed better, maintaining a facade on the surface, but once outside, the darkness was chilling. Just as Jiang Ming said, life was as cheap as grass.
“We mustn’t let them ruin the Prefecture City; we still need to reside here for a few years,” Jiang Ming said as he turned to look at the garden where the Master swayed, “Keep an eye out, this place is where we will live our carefree lives in the future.”
“Carefree? You youngster!” The Master couldn’t help but laugh; he waved his hand and replied, “Rest assured, don’t overturn the boat in the gutter, be wary of hidden attacks.”
“Understood!” Jiang Ming responded and then said to Ran Xin, “Stay here peacefully, I’ll be back soon. Perhaps this battle will take my combat power to the next level.”
As his words fell, he strode across the sky.
Above his head, Divine Light burst forth, evolving into a Dharma Phase towering ten thousand feet high, with rising Green Light and Divine Dawn pouring down, truly like a reborn True God, a supreme divine emperor.
An immeasurable might swept across the Heavenly Domain, managing to block the incoming pressure of the twelve powerful beings, creating a stand-off.
In an instant, heaven and earth split in two.
Might materialized into substance, colliding and ripping apart the Void, wreaking Annihilation upon matter, and creating a Destructive Storm in the endless skies above to obliterate all incoming Divine Thoughts.
Such an anomaly left all those secretly observing in shock.
Who could have expected Jiang Ming to confront them so strongly? What did this imply? He had some level of confidence.
If he really could win?
In that moment, countless powerful beings in secret trembled with excitement.
Jiang Ming did not stop for an instant and eventually stood before the twelve powerful individuals, his aura in no way inferior to theirs.
“What a Descender, what a Jiang Ming,” the middle-aged man in blue robes ceased to move, ripples spreading under his feet, “Do you know who I am?”
“I don’t recognize you,” Jiang Ming honestly replied.
The man in blue robes took an unsteady breath and couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh: “It seems there are still Twelfth Realm powerhouses in the world who do not know me. It appears that in past years, I was too low-profile. Remember this, I am the Blue Sword Emperor of the Holy Dynasty. Jiang Ming, Descender, do you acknowledge your crimes?”
“Since you know I’m a Descender, you’re still asking me if I know my crimes?” Jiang Ming scoffed, “Blue Sword Emperor, are you trying to be amusing?” The Blue Sword Emperor pursed his lips slightly.
Damn it.
Would it kill you to cooperate a little?
We are both beings of the Twelfth Realm. Even if our force fields differ, we still have the pride of the powerful, don’t we?
“Now you still have the only chance to stay alive…” The Blue Sword Emperor’s heart did not fluctuate much. It was just an outing, too casual after all.
But before he could finish, Jiang Ming gestured with his hand to stop him, “The same old message? Is it interesting? Since I’m standing here, that explains everything. You haven’t rushed to make a move, and I haven’t rushed to kill you, simply because we both need to understand more about each other. Blue Sword Emperor, let’s be straightforward, one question for another, shall we?” “You truly are direct!” The Blue Sword Emperor straightened up; his Sword Intention burst forth, piercing through the nine heavens, swaying the sky dome, and nearly severing the stars.
The intensity of his presence was sharp and formidable, drawing sideways glances from onlookers.
“Alright!” The Blue Sword Emperor’s eyes flowed with boundless rivers of swords, and he took the lead, “Are you truly a Descender?”
“Yes!” Jiang Ming replied, also scanning the others, taking their measure.
These people followed the Blue Sword Emperor’s lead, but not necessarily weaker than him.
He promptly countered, “Is there only one True God in the world?”
The Blue Sword Emperor tugged at the corner of his mouth but still nodded, “Yes! Have you participated in the Genius War?”
“Yes!” Jiang Ming’s eyebrows twitched.
What the hell, they even know about the Genius War.
Is this world seeking to defy Heaven?
Clearly, they also understood the role their world played.
“Only one Divine Spirit!”
This news weighed heavily on Jiang Ming’s heart. Was there only one guardian Divine Spirit allowed, or did it descend from the God Realm?
No matter the case, it meant that this world did not permit the existence of other Divine Spirits.
“In the God Realm, what rank do Human Clan forces hold?” As Jiang Ming’s thoughts raced, countless ideas flickered through his mind.
He knew what information he needed and specifically asked for it.
“I don’t know!” The Blue Sword Emperor pursed his lips, “You’re really asking some tricky questions. You’ve got big ambitions! But how would we mortals know about the God Realm? I’ve also heard that the so-called God Realm is just the Supreme Universe.”
“What’s the situation in the world you come from?” He paused before asking in return.
“The Ten Thousand Clans coexist!” Jiang Ming responded.
“Ten Thousand Clans coexisting? Interesting!” The Blue Sword Emperor’s eyes flickered.
He wasn’t the only one gathering information; those paying close attention were also listening intently.
For the natives, the answers from the Blue Sword Emperor were like public secrets.
Jiang Ming’s response wasn’t really a secret either.
Because one could find out about it with just a bit of attention.
“How many Divine Children have descended to the present day?” Jiang Ming inquired further.
“You, you’re really sly.” The Blue Sword Emperor said, sounding irritated.
“Thanks for the compliment!” Jiang Ming said with a laugh, clasping his hands in gratitude.
He had planned to ask if any Divine Children had descended, but now this question was even more intriguing.
“I don’t know!” The Blue Sword Emperor shook his head.
“Don’t know?” Jiang Ming laughed again, “There are, and you know there’s at least one. Is it under the control of the Holy Dynasty, or within the Imperial Clan?”
The Blue Sword Emperor remained expressionless. He pinched his chin, “There’s not much information I can gain from you. Jiang Ming, if you don’t have more secretive information, this exchange is over.”
“I have one more piece of news. You definitely don’t know it, and you will certainly be very interested in it,” Jiang Ming’s eyes shimmered slightly.
“Oh? If there is one, I don’t mind answering another question,” the Blue Sword Emperor declared.
“Listen carefully! In the cosmos I come from, where the Ten Thousand Clans coexist, an immeasurable power has created a battleground using World Gates as a medium, bringing them together, forming a struggle for supremacy among the Ten Thousand Clans.” Jiang Ming continued, noticing the indifference from the other party, and added, “The universe I come from is not the only one. The Warzone of Ten Thousand Tribes is not the only one either; in fact, there are many, very, very many, yet almost identical. Blue Sword Emperor, do you know what this means?”
The last sentence was uttered with a deep and haunting tone.
The Blue Sword Emperor’s complexion changed slightly.
This time his Sea of Heart finally stirred with great turmoil.
A brief statement, yet it contained endless information, even subverting his understanding.
