Chapter 666: Bestowing a Title

The hand of Unfathomable Monarch suddenly froze in mid-air.

"...Huh?"

The red thread, under his gaze, seemed to sink into his skin... No, rather, it cut.

To Unfathomable Monarch's astonishment, the wrist wrapped in red embroidery floss was effortlessly severed, the hand about to touch Lu Liangren separating from his arm and falling to the ground with a thud.

The air suddenly fell silent.

Unfathomable Monarch had lost a hand.

Even so, Unfathomable Monarch seemed to feel no pain. The severed surface of his wrist was as smooth as a mirror, with no visible muscle tissue or blood vessels.

He frowned slightly, looking around as if searching for something.

Since the battle began, Unfathomable Monarch had single-handedly decimated almost all the halls of the Floating Life Scroll without sustaining any injury. Now, a thread, appearing from nowhere, had severed his hand, a rare look of surprise crossing his face.

Finally, Unfathomable Monarch's gaze fixed on one direction.

Boom—!!

The ground beneath Lu Liangren's feet suddenly burst open, and a colossal Eastern dragon head immediately swallowed him, surging rapidly skyward. Its rose-red scales, as intricate as gems, reflected a dazzling brilliance.

The gale generated by the Eastern dragon's ascent caused Unfathomable Monarch's hair to stir slightly. He narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing the rapidly passing dragon's body, and seemed to discover something, murmuring:

"Embroidery floss, then..."

This dragon was made of embroidery floss.

Each of its scales was woven from tens of thousands of extremely fine threads, creating an incredibly lifelike appearance. The natural and elegant arrangement of the threads produced a gem-like radiance. There were at least a thousand such scales on this Eastern dragon.

After swallowing Lu Liangren, the massive Eastern dragon soared through the clouds, twisting and turning in mid-air. Immediately, a second, then a third dragon appeared!

From beneath the scorched wasteland, one magnificent Eastern dragon after another emerged, flying in from all directions and shattering Unfathomable Monarch's colossal Earth Giant.

Broken stones splattered through the air, raining down upon the earth. After demolishing the Earth Giant, these Eastern dragons intertwined and danced in mid-air, forming a breathtaking and awe-inspiring embroidered tapestry!

—The Nine Dragons Patrolling the Heavens.

Beneath the sky where the nine dragons danced wildly, a figure slowly approached from afar.

It was a weathered old man in black linen robes. His figure, dwarfed by the wild dance of the nine dragons, seemed tiny, yet with his arrival, an indescribable aura spread across the wasteland.

The overwhelming pressure of the Verdant Divine Path converged upon him, like a black sun rising from the wasteland, impossible to ignore. The moment he appeared, everyone who saw him involuntarily felt a sensation—

In this world, he was unique.

"This is... Divine Path Fortune?" Unfathomable Monarch's eyes narrowed slightly. "Divine Path Fortune carried within you. Are you the leader of the Verdant Divine Path in this era?"

The old man in black did not reply. He merely glanced silently at the broken picture frame and the puddles of blood on the ground, then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"It seems... I still arrived too late."

"Even if you had come earlier, it wouldn't have changed anything."

Unfathomable Monarch spoke indifferently. The next moment, a pressure of the Nine Monarchs' level suddenly descended.

An seemingly endless pressure, as if crushing the heavens, crashed down upon the earth. Instantly, all the flying debris was ground into powder, and even the air around him seemed to solidify.

The Verdant Divine Path Fortune of the old man in black also wavered precariously under this pressure, like a kite in a hurricane, on the verge of snapping and collapsing at any moment.

"Being a leader doesn't necessarily mean strength... You are only rank eight, a world apart from me."

As Unfathomable Monarch finished speaking, a black longsword, made of an unknown material, coalesced from the wasteland. With a casual wave, the sword soared into the sky!

Boom—!!!

A scorching explosion, accompanying the sword's dance, split the clouds in two. The nine dragons soaring through the clouds were instantly cleaved by a single strike, shattering into countless embroidery threads that drifted and fluttered down towards the earth.

"...A world apart."

Under Unfathomable Monarch's oppressive aura, trickles of blood seeped from the old man's lips, yet there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a profound tranquility, accumulated over countless years.

He smiled, his weathered face etched with wrinkles.

"You're right... So, I want to try."

The sky-filled broken embroidery threads descended like a torrential colorful rain, sweeping over the world.

As the old man took a step forward, these colorful "raindrops" suddenly began to converge toward his feet, like shimmering light trails, interweaving to form the outline of a step.

The old man slowly lifted his foot and stepped onto it. The moment his foot landed, a visible wave of air swept across the wasteland!

Thud—!

Immediately after, these embroidery thread "raindrops" began to gather, forming the outline of a second step!

Unfathomable Monarch, who had been preparing to counter the old man's attack, was first startled by this sight. Then, as if realizing something, his expression changed dramatically, appearing somewhat incredulous.

"Your 'try'... You meant this?"

Thud—!

An invisible wave of air swept across heaven and earth.

At this moment, everyone in the Twilight Society was drawn by the sound, looking bewilderedly towards the combat wasteland.

"You just said the Chief is awake??" Plum Blossom 8 immediately asked. "How do you know?"

"I don't know why... but I feel like I can sense something about him."

Chen Ling's brows furrowed. In his vision, everything flickered rapidly like a television with a loose connection. Half of what he saw were scenes from Yao Qing's side.

An oppressive white robe, killing intent saturating the air, and a light rain woven from embroidery floss;

In a trance, Chen Ling seemed to see a young man stubbornly climbing steps, even though he was exhausted, still ascending towards the sky where the light rain drifted.

"What did you sense?"

"He seems... very tired," Chen Ling said uncertainly. "But, the aura within him seems to be continuously rising... He's taking steps, and something is paving the way for him, like stairs."

"Stairs??" Everyone was startled.

Thud—!!

A second loud thud echoed from afar, and airwaves surged in the sky.

"Could it be, he intends to..."

Bai Ye's brows were tightly furrowed, his eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield, filled with shock.

"What does that mean?" Jian Changsheng felt as if everyone else knew something he didn't, pacing like an ant on a hot griddle. "Tell me, what's wrong with climbing stairs? What does he intend to do?"

"He's attempting to achieve Divine Path Self-Verification, to have Heaven and Earth bestow a title..."

"Bestow a title? Bestow what title??"

Bai Ye took a deep breath and slowly said:

"To bestow the title of Demigod of the Verdant Divine Path."