Chapter 1530: The Great Sun Sword Master Can Now Overthrow the Immortal Gate

In the Solar Watchtower, that terrifying figure blazed like a star, his might pressing down on all four directions.

His aura surging upward by a great margin in an extremely short time would have been forgivable, but then—out of nothing, out of thin air—it surged again, leaping forward once more on the quasi-Heavenly Being tier!

It was bizarre, terrifying, utterly contrary to reason, impossible to explain with science.

The strengthening of the Immortal Gate fleet's strength had always been traceable: troop training, warship replenishment, the steady increase in the number of Void Refinement and Soul Transformation cultivators among the officers, the bit-by-bit refinement of tactics and formations—dripping with sweat, drop upon drop of accumulation… the development of technology and civilization ought to be like this.

However!

A single life, a single individual, in the span of mere moments, saw his strength grow in something close to a phase transition, completely overwhelming the entire civilization.

One person, stronger than the entire Immortal Gate civilization of the Immortal Dao!

Yes, at this moment—almost the instant the Great Sun Sword Master's strength surged once more—the Immortal Gate Central Array Spirit Computer, the Immortal Gate Central Group Fleet, and the Immortal Gate Military Committee's alert level instantly rocketed to the highest grade, and almost every fleet urgently entered combat readiness.

All of the Immortal Gate's top-ranking generals had their hackles raised, their vigilance extreme.

This had nothing to do with loyalty, nothing to do with moral character, nothing to do with stance—it was purely the instinctive reaction of a civilization.

A terrifying life whose strength surpassed that of the entire civilization, a terrifying existence who could now annihilate the Immortal Gate—even if he bore no ill will whatsoever.

Under such circumstances, who among them would dare be completely at ease?

Standing at the side of a fierce tiger, who would dare say there is no danger?

"Gentlemen,"

"This day, after all, has come…"

In the Immortal Gate Military Committee, Yuan let out a long sigh: "Along the way, the Immortal Gate has seen its share of Immortal Dao civilizations—some with long-standing lineages like the Jiudaxian Sect, some like the Black Horn Ant Race which is a demon civilization, some like the Yao Shen Sect which inherited from a Heavenly Being, all manner of forms, each civilization shape different."

"Yet nearly every civilization revered the individual powerhouse as supreme, without exception."

"And now, everything that has happened today once again clearly demonstrates to us the most essential truth within—the topmost individual powerhouses of an Immortal Dao civilization are truly terrifying, truly fearsome!"

"Whether in growth speed, research efficiency, mobility, or survivability, nearly every metric surpasses that of a collective Immortal Dao civilization, with crushing superiority in nearly every indicator."

"The various civilizations in the universe, in the end, all converging in the same direction—there is a reason for it."

This day, at last, had come.

The Great Sun Sword Master already possessed the power to suppress the entire Immortal Gate!

If he so wished, he could now slaughter every resisting force in the Immortal Gate and reorganize the Immortal Gate with the cultivators who were absolutely loyal to him.

Reorganize an Immortal Gate that belonged entirely to him, that obeyed him!

Not a single thing stood in the way.

His strength was simply too great.

He was born within the Immortal Gate, grew up within the Immortal Gate, and knew its every circumstance too well; if he chose to launch an attack against the Immortal Gate, many of the measures designed to repel external enemies would be utterly useless.

When a person possesses power that is completely unconstrained and unchecked,

will he change?

Will he?

Won't he?

Yuan and the other Immortal Gate participating officials tossed and turned, deeply uneasy.

Throughout history, there had never been a shortage of people of lofty moral character who underwent abrupt changes because of shifts in the external environment—examples too numerous to count, easily cited at will.

Sima Xuanwang, Wang Mang, "drawing the blade to make a swift end, not betraying my youthful head"… and many, many more historical figures.

In the first half of their lives, they were models for the world, morally lofty, admired by all.

Was the them of that time merely a disguise?

No, it was not a disguise.

No one could maintain a disguise for decades on end at the risk of their life.

The them of that time were sincere—willing to sacrifice for their ideals, willing to die, daring to roar and charge into hell itself on a desperate assault.

They could be called pure, people who had risen above base pleasures.

Had they died at that time, canonization as saints in history would have been inevitable.

Yet in the latter half of their lives, they underwent such an abrupt transformation—becoming so despicable, so shameless, utterly without conscience, cursed by hundreds of millions.

Such an abrupt transformation, if placed in a film, would immediately draw the audience's furious curses, their ridicule and mockery—because it would be entirely unreasonable, with no justification at all, the work of a screenwriter who had gone mad.

Yet in reality, in the long river of history, this utterly unreasonable thing has happened again and again.

Not once or twice,

but three, four, five times—dozens of times, tens of thousands of times!

"Sigh!"

"I truly do not wish to see such a thing…"

Zhenjun Shenji True Venerable said softly.

That terrifying powerhouse was someone they had watched grow up since childhood—from a sixteen-year-old little tike in university, to the realm-domain-overlord-tier powerhouse approaching twenty thousand years old, an ancient one of time—every bit of it was deeply stored in memory.

The surrounding Immortal Gate participating officials, and the now-convened expanded conference of Immortal Gate Void Refinement generals, the many Immortal Gate powerhouses, were all silent.

Among these Void Refinement cultivators, some wore cold expressions, killing intent hidden within, having already reached a decision;

Some Void Refinement cultivators appeared resolute on the surface, yet deep within their spirit souls they hesitated and lingered, wavering; come the critical moment of surrounding and slaying that terrifying powerhouse, it was unknown whether they could be trusted absolutely.

some Void Refinement cultivators

had hearts as still as an ancient well, as if nothing could shake them;

……

The many Immortal Gate Void Refinement cultivators, each one different, none exactly alike.

This was the extreme complexity of an internal war—one could not, as in a war against outsiders, easily unite as one, twisted into a single rope.

"Order!"

"Maintain the highest alert level."

"But do not make any moves that could cause misunderstanding. Everything must remain as usual, as usual—no changes whatsoever."

Yuan displayed a cold demeanor for the first time.

A glint of ferocity flickered in his eyes as he casually swept his gaze over a few Refinement Void sword cultivators and a Refinement Void cultivator extremely close to that person, then said indifferently, "Trust that person."

"Everyone's interests, everyone's feelings, everyone's Dao path—they are all tightly bound together, inseparable between you and me."

"There is a very high chance he will do nothing."

"I am ninety-nine point nine nine nine percent certain. Everyone may rest assured."

"If—"

"A one-in-ten-thousand low-probability event occurs…"

Yuan smiled coldly: "I, the Immortal Gate Political Participation Council, and all citizens of the Immortal Gate will surely let the enemy know that even if they annihilate us completely, they will pay a price they will never forget for all eternity."

"What do you all think?"

Frosty words. Terrifying pressure.

At this moment, many of the Immortal Gate's powerful cultivators suddenly realized that this elder, who had always been all smiles, warm and approachable, had become an entirely different person—so terrifying.

At this moment, many people suddenly recalled—this was the realm-dominating overlord who had led the Immortal Gate to rise from obscurity!

When he revealed his edge, killing intent, and iron will, a cold yet cruel, yet irresistibly compelling charisma suddenly emerged from him—one that made people feel they would follow even unto death.

"For the citizens of the Immortal Gate!"

Senior Wanji Zhen-zun roared.

"Citizens of the Immortal Gate!"

"Citizens of the Immortal Gate! Citizens of the Immortal Gate!"

"Citizens of the Immortal Gate…"

Zhenjun Shenji Zhen-zun, Master Canghai Zhen-zun, Taoqing Zhen-zun—one after another, the Immortal Gate's Zhen-zun rose to their feet, roaring with fanatical eyes.

In that instant, the hesitation and wavering in many hearts vanished. Even many of the Immortal Gate's Refinement Void sword cultivators abruptly made their resolve and roared fiercely.