Chapter 1543: 妖对皇

The soil came from a desolate plateau beyond all worlds, a place so silent it had no sound, where the passage of time could not be felt, and which was immeasurably ancient and vast.

This was the very soil that once buried a coffin, and now it had been brought out!

Chu Feng, however, felt as if struck by a massive bolt of lightning, as if caught in a black downpour. His entire body went numb and cold, his heart trembling uncontrollably.

It truly felt like a dream. What had he just experienced? He was still in a daze.

He had witnessed various strange, terrifying, and eerie sights at the end of the true pollen path, glimpsing fragmented and incredible old events.

Now, Chu Feng had returned, still standing under the tree, as if he had never left.

A gentle breeze blew, carrying the scent of mountain soil and the freshness of plants.

The undying purple great tree swayed, its dao patterns undulating, its leaves turning like pages of a scripture, and bursts of Zen chanting awakened Chu Feng.

The stone jar had ample space, but only held a small amount of soil. It looked very ordinary, just a handful when he took it, but its origin was astonishing!

Chu Feng glanced at the great tree beside him, then at the dull soil in his hand. Should he bury some at its roots? Perhaps it could make the tree mutate again!

His heart quickened; he believed his conjecture might come true.

Today was already very special. The seed had grown from germination to a great tree over a long time; it should have withered and turned back into a seed by now.

However, it still had a trace of vitality and had not dried out.

Chu Feng decided to try. He carefully buried a small amount of that ancient and mysterious plateau soil under the great tree, wanting to see what would happen.

He hoped for a surprise; otherwise, how could he overtake others, how could he meet Yaoyao, and how could he confront the Martial Maniac who might very well target Yaoyao?

At the Two Realms Battlefield, the atmosphere was strange, somewhat heavy, and oppressive, yet also quite exciting, even stirring everyone's emotions.

When Yaoyao performed her sacrificial dance, what did she summon? Three Emperors appeared, their heroic spirits illuminating past and present!

The three heaven-piercing light beams dispersed, and the three figures gradually faded.

For a long time, the cultivators of various races had not recovered from the shock. The impact was simply too immense; even the Fallen True Immortals were breathing rapidly, feeling as if they were suffocating.

Were those truly the Three Emperors?!

One person was an exception: the Martial Emperor, with disheveled hair, now manifesting in his prime, with a bronze, powerful physique and intimidating eyes. He locked onto Yaoyao and began to stride forward, closing in on her.

Some were surprised, sighing inwardly, "As expected of the Martial Maniac, he's actually making a move? That's the Female Emperor's successor!"

"What do you intend to do?!"

Beside Yaoyao, the old man with yellow teeth spoke coldly, shedding all smiles and abandoning his carefree demeanor. Ultimate energy expanded!

"To encounter the Three Emperors' successor from another generation, I want to gauge the profundity of this peerless, ancient supreme Imperial Art!" the Martial Maniac stated.

The yellow-toothed old man wanted to spit in his face. *Was his face thicker than oxhide? A monster on the verge of reaching the ultimate peak, attacking a junior girl?!*

Yet, the Martial Maniac was very serious and forthright. With intimidating eyes, he said, "Since I want to gauge it, I naturally won't suppress her with my cultivation level. Come, let me see your Time Art!"

He coveted the Dao of Time that Yaoyao commanded!

Time could slay Heavenly Emperors and erase everything across all worlds!

In any epoch, in any era, it was almost an invincible law, one of the supreme Great Daos.

Back then, the Martial Maniac had not hesitated to risk his life, excavating various famous mountains, all to find the most powerful ancient wondrous arts.

Ultimately, he barely survived, finding a decaying scripture from which he gained immensely!

Why was he here today? Simply because he sensed Yaoyao's Dao of Time and was drawn to it, wishing to glimpse its essence and verify the Time Scripture he himself possessed.

If he could break through to a higher level, unveiling the ultimate Time chapter, he might rapidly advance, reach new peaks, and overlook the world.

This concerned his evolutionary path; he wanted to burst into that lofty and glorious hall.

"Even if epochs cycle and the Great Cataclysm is destined to be unchangeable, my name shall be left in all worlds, etched upon the river of time!"

The Martial Maniac's expression was indifferent, but a hint of madness was revealed in the depths of his eyes.

Did even a being of his caliber not favor the future?

Was this the madness and struggle of ultimate despair?

Was the Martial Maniac seeing a glimmer of opportunity now, and thus trying to seize it? For him, time had become his strongest obsession and his only path!

Suddenly, brilliant silver light spread through the surrounding space. One snowy white wisteria vine after another extended, all rooted in the void. As their leaves rustled, they clanged, sparks flew, and astonishing dao patterns rippled forth.

The vines clanged loudly!

Vine after vine, forged like silver-white immortal gold, flew straight towards the Martial Maniac, taut and rigid, like thousands of immortal spears piercing through space.

Yaoyao made her move, taking the initiative to attack.

With a single thought, the void burst with vitality!

Besides the immortal gold vines, there were also golden lotus flowers, their fiery glow like a sea, also rooted in the void, exuding the aura of the Great Dao.

No one had expected such a graceful, ethereal, and seemingly immortal woman to be so formidable, actively attacking the Martial Emperor!

"All I want is the Time chapter!"

The Martial Maniac said indifferently, his hands clasped behind his back. A dazzling light shot from his glabella. With a *boom*, it was as if a vast ocean surged around him, an enraged sea exploding!

It was a blinding sea of light that blocked all the incoming immortal gold vines, then caused them to explode. Dao fragments flew everywhere, and space was torn apart.

However, his arrogant, domineering stance did not last long before it was submerged by waves of scripture sounds, by vast ripples and massive golden light.

Fields of golden lotus flowers continuously bloomed, each petal a scripture, freely scattering and fluttering across the sky, engulfing the Martial Maniac.

Everyone was startled. Vaguely, people seemed to see a Female Emperor striding through the air, reigning over the world.

That was Yaoyao, bathed in golden lotus flowers, wandering through a world where golden chapters fluttered. Every movement of hers held immense power, and she struck out a palm towards the Martial Maniac.

"Imperial Art!"

Many were astonished.

Several Fallen True Immortals' pupils contracted, staring intently, for their own traditions and their highest secret texts contained such records.

However, their laws, their traditions, had been corrupted by darkness and could no longer activate such sacred energy.

"With a thought, flowers bloom; who can contend in heaven and on earth?" someone whispered, clearly thinking of ancient legends.

Indeed, even the Martial Maniac was moved. He was engulfed by golden petals filling the sky. Each petal was inscribed with scripture, a supreme secret text, bringing him an aura as if thirty-three heavens were pressing down, threatening to obliterate the world.

A single golden petal was like a layer of heaven, pressing down. *Boom!* Heaven and earth exploded, spatial energy turbulence surged like a breached star sea.

The domain around the Martial Maniac twisted, then was torn apart. That scripture, those golden lotus petals, pierced through his protective light screen and reached his body.

Of course, this was also the result of him not suppressing Yaoyao with his cultivation level.

Runes flowed around the Martial Maniac, like an immortal king eternally present. The aura of the Great Dao overwhelmed everything, making many cultivators almost collapse to the ground, wanting to prostrate themselves before him.

His fist print was incredibly brilliant, directly shattering heaven and earth. The Two Realms Battlefield roared, on the verge of collapsing.

Yet, the golden lotus petals were indestructible, shining with boundless light beams. Scriptures filled the sky, and sacred ripples were everywhere, like an ocean rising and falling.

"Boom!"

The lotus petals flew, roaring like ancient bells, deafening and purifying people's minds.

Each golden lotus petal was terrifyingly heavy and dazzling. When they struck the Martial Maniac, they were truly heavier than billions of jin, continuously roaring.

The scriptures on the petals glowed, blinding and sacred, illuminating the world.

One could see that the golden petals submerged the Martial Maniac, sealing him within, forming a massive golden lotus that began to close.

Everyone gasped. What immense power was this? That exceptionally graceful woman actually dared to attempt sealing the Martial Emperor right away?

This made many older generation figures begin to doubt life. This era was too insane; they felt outdated. A woman actually so strong and domineering, trying to suppress the Martial Emperor with a raised hand?!

Within the brilliant Great Dao lotus, the Martial Maniac's eyes were cold as lightning. How many years had it been since someone dared to underestimate him again? His entire body radiated brilliant runic light flames. With a sudden tremor, he sought to shatter the sacred lotus.

With a *boom*, many lotus petals showed cracks, spreading out, about to burst.

However, the golden petals glowed luminously, brilliant light soaring into the sky. The cracks quickly healed, and they became resplendent once more, attempting to close and refine the Martial Maniac.

Many gasped. Just a flower, yet it could achieve this, attempting to trap the Martial Emperor?!

Especially the cultivators from the Yang Realm, they were incredibly shocked, finding it unbelievable.

No one understood the Martial Maniac better than them. He was a madman, revered as the Martial Emperor, who had awed countless eras. Yet today, he encountered such a woman.

"This is an Imperial Flower; its first bloom astonishing the world. It is understandable!" a Fallen True Immortal murmured in a low voice.

People didn't know if he was referring to the secret art, "A Thought, Flowers Bloom," or if he meant Yaoyao herself was the "Imperial Flower's first bloom." Everyone's emotions surged, unable to calm down.

In truth, ever since the Martial Emperor made his move, intending to gauge Yaoyao's Dao of Time, people had realized that this woman was absolutely extraordinary, beyond imagination.

And indeed, it was so!

However, the Martial Emperor lived up to his name. Surrounded by the brilliant, even blinding, lotus petals, he swept his right hand, stirring endless runes—the energy of time, the patterns of years—which erupted with a thunderous roar.

In an instant, some petals withered, on the verge of falling. He was direct, manifesting the Time Scripture, blasting away all obstructions.

He had originally intended to force Yaoyao to use the Great Dao of Time, and now he was launching an early offensive.

An astonishing thing happened: some golden lotus petals withered, but then quickly regenerated. The Imperial Flower would never wither; it transformed into scriptures, turning its pages. Countless characters burst forth with light, once again engulfing the Martial Maniac.

The Martial Maniac's vital energy surged, seeping from his skin, sweeping through heaven and earth like a vast ocean, blocking the golden petals and avoiding the Imperial Flower.

At the same time, he manifested a secret time art, opening an ancient path of years that stretched towards Yaoyao, and directly struck out with his fist.

His fist was as brilliant as a condensed sea of stars, as dazzling as countless suns merging. Activating the Time Scripture, his fist print was unparalleled, seemingly capable of destroying all heavens!

The Martial Emperor's aura was too mighty, supremely arrogant and incomparable!

To everyone's surprise, Yaoyao moved almost simultaneously with him. Instead of dodging, she flew up into the air, actively charging forward to attack.

She was like a celestial maiden stepping on ripples, ethereal and transcendent in her elusive presence, untouched by worldly affairs. Yet, the moment she struck, she was equally awe-inspiring to the world!

She was like an Imperial Flower in full, glorious bloom, radiating an invincible brilliance within her peerless beauty.

Her pristine and crystalline fist actually slammed into the Martial Maniac's invincible fist print, showing no sign of evasion, but rather extreme dominance, seeking a head-on clash with the Martial Emperor.

"I have never been defeated in the same domain!" This was Yaoyao's voice, astonishing everyone.

The two rushed together. The Martial Emperor's fist print was like heaven, representing an invincible trend from prehistoric times to the present. Yaoyao, though ethereal, was sharp and brilliant, fearless of all foes, unleashing overwhelmingly powerful energy amidst her immortal aura!

Everyone's expressions changed. This woman was truly extraordinary and peerless. This was a peak confrontation—was she actually going to shake the very foundation of the Martial Emperor's invincibility?!

In the mountains, Chu Feng was moved, a little excited deep down. After burying the mysterious ancient plateau soil, the great tree had indeed changed!

On the tree, the flowers that were about to wither lit up again. Wisps of a special aura were released, and a faint mist spread, dominating the land and enveloping him.

"Come on, I'm going to intercept the Martial Maniac!"