Chapter 87: The Might of the Wushi Emperor

Leaving the restaurant, it was already evening; the sky gradually lowered its curtain.

At that moment, a tall, sturdy man strode over; his skin was dark, like a lump of charcoal.

"Tu Fei, Huai Ren, I've finally found you!"

He shouted loudly, calling out to Tu Fei and his companion; obviously they knew each other.

"Heishui, how did you come here?"

Tu Fei was startled; he hadn't expected to meet his good brother in the Holy City.

That man was also the grandson of a great bandit, named Li Heishui; true to his name, he was as dark as ink, pitch‑black, and easily drew attention.

"I've come to find Huai Ren." Li Heishui looked at Jiang Huai Ren: "Huai Ren, your grandfather urgently summons you back to the Jiang Clan, saying there's a major matter—hurry back."

"All right, then I'll take my leave first."

Knowing his grandfather was urgently seeking him, Jiang Huai Ren dared not delay; after briefly bidding farewell to several people, he hurried away.

"Who are these two?" Li Heishui glanced over Yang Zhu and Ye Fan, then frowned.

"This is Yezi, whom you've met before."

"Yezi? Oh, right—you're being hunted by the Ji Clan, so you can't show your true face."

Li Heishui laughed heartily, clapping Ye Fan on the shoulder; his relationship with Ye Fan was still good.

"This is Yang Zhu..."

At a glance, Yang Zhu didn't look like an ordinary person; even though Li Heishui was usually carefree, he didn't dare be overly presumptuous.

"This is Yang Zhu; you should have heard of him."

"Holy Body Dao Embryo Yang Zhu? My goodness, I actually got to meet him."

After hearing the introduction, Li Heishui stared in shock; Yang Zhu's name shook the Eastern Wasteland, he looked down on the current generation's prodigies, being today's most watched figure in the Eastern Wasteland—how could he not know him?

He hadn't expected to encounter him upon just arriving at the Holy City; no wonder, at first sight he felt a flutter—something he had never felt even when meeting those Holy Sons.

Yang Zhu nodded in greeting, treating it as having already exchanged salutations.

Clang! Suddenly, a lingering bell rang out, echoing through heaven and earth; everyone was greatly startled, their bodies trembling.

"What's going on?"

At that very moment, the entire Holy City was stirred; the sound of the Yellow Bell Grand Lü rang throughout the Holy City.

"Someone has crossed the void and entered the Holy City's Primeval Dao Platform!"

"Primeval Dao Platform? Isn't that something only beings of Great Ability can do?"

Some strong individuals in the city sensed something, their expressions shocked.

"What on earth is happening?"

At the same time, the whole Holy City fell into great chaos; everyone could not remain calm.

"They really left!"

Hearing the bell, the Black Emperor's body shuddered; he flicked his gaze toward Purple Mountain, greatly excited.

Ye Fan likewise felt a jolt in his heart; this bell sound was intimately familiar to him—no matter how much time passed, he would never forget it in this lifetime.

This is the bell from within Purple Mountain! Someone crossing the void onto the Primeval Dao Platform must have come from Purple Mountain, and the bell immediately reached here.

What exactly happened in Purple Mountain? Did all the Holy Lords flee to the Holy City?

That night, divine light blazed at the Holy City's central Dao Platform, myriad Dao patterns appeared, spatial power permeated, and then several figures appeared simultaneously.

Those few waved their sleeves, shaking out countless figures from their cuffs, too many to count.

The Primeval Dao Platform holds nine Stone Tokens, jointly overseen by several major forces; each Holy Lord takes one. The Stone Token is linked to the Dao Platform—it cannot be sent elsewhere, yet from any location one can instantly return to the Holy City.

The fact that several Holy Lords have transmitted here simultaneously is unprecedented! Everyone in the Holy City knows this signals a major event; the earlier bell's resounding waves, like the Yellow Bell Grand Lü, enlightened and moved hearts and minds.

Even the Holy City's resonance from it was on the verge of shattering.

Soon, powerful auras shot up into the sky, gazing far away to see the situation clearly.

"Good heavens, this is the might of a Great Emperor!"

Some long‑lived elders exclaimed in surprise; they knew the bell couldn't be produced by a Holy Lord—only an ancient Great Emperor could wield such means.

A single bell could make everyone's souls undulate, hearts and spirits tremble; without further thought, only imperial might could achieve this.

Two days later, news finally arrived.

After several days of study, the major forces had long understood the contents on the beast skin, finally pinpointing Purple Mountain.

Nine Dragons Guarding a Pearl—a terrain unmatched anywhere under heaven—so they guessed Purple Mountain must conceal a supreme divine treasure!

But Purple Mountain's terrain is extremely perilous; attempting normal entry is nearly impossible, so they decided to cut through its waist and force it open.

Yet this move dealt them a devastating blow!

At that time, several Holy Lords went, the Jiang Clan, Fluctuating Light, and the Ji Clan also bringing several Extreme Dao Imperial Arms imitation holy weapons, forming a formidable array.

They fully activated their weapons, yet not only failed to open Purple Mountain, but what awaited them was a lingering bell, vast like endless heavenly sound, and like a divine drum being beaten.

The bell's lingering sway caused nothing to be spared; several Imperial Arms imitations shattered instantly into powder.

Wherever the bell passed, numerous Supreme Elders and Elders were powerless to resist; even their life‑bound magic treasures were sacrificed, yet in the end all were reduced to flying ash.

The disciples who followed were even less able to withstand it; in just a moment, vast swaths turned to flying ash, with no chance to flee.

Even the Holy Lords were not spared; had they not promptly activated the Stone Tokens to bring part of their people to the Divine City, they might have been utterly annihilated! Although they fled to the Holy City, the bell followed, leaving several Holy Lords severely wounded with grave injuries.

When the news spread, the Holy City and the Eastern Wasteland were shocked! The name Wushi Great Emperor resurfaced in the world.

Many people have never heard of it, but those ancient lineages never forget this name.

Countless great foes trembled through the ages; in his era, he displayed the might of an ancient Great Emperor to the utmost.

At the end of the immortal path, who stands supreme? A single glimpse of the Wushi Dao turns to emptiness!

This is humanity's highest praise of him; even after hundreds of thousands of years, those ancient traditions still do not forget.

Upon the emergence of Wushi, no matter how stunningly talented or extraordinarily gifted, in the end all is destined to vanish! The Holy City seethes, the whole world startles! It is regrettable that this invincible, heaven‑and‑earth‑spanning Great Emperor left no legacy—for humanity it is an immeasurable loss! Now, when the Wushi Bell tolls, the world stirs; the dying old Holy Lords feel relief, but many more are driven mad.

"Heavens, could it really be the imperial armament of Wushi Dadi?"

"Could it be that the Dao lineage of Wushi Dadi is about to emerge?"

"Wushi Dadi, invincible under heaven and earth, is an unsurpassable monument!"

The possible emergence of Wushi Dadi's inheritance tugs at everyone's nerves; no one can resist this temptation!

……

After a few more days, secrets continually leaked from those ancient inheritances, as if they had grown wings, swiftly spreading across the world, leaving people shocked again!

Ningzhan achieved the Great Sacred Body, yet did not see Wushi! Before even proving the Dao, he bare-handedly caught the imperial armament, not only failing to turn to ash, but also suppressing the opponent who was about to become an emperor; only the four words "heaven-defying monster" can describe him! In the era of Wushi Dadi, countless heavenly prodigies emerged, incomparably glorious, yet in the end they all became his foil.

……

One after another, piece by piece, when these secrets of countless years resurface, people can no longer describe them with mere shock.

Wushi Dadi perfectly embodied the demeanor of the ancient Great Emperors, making it hard for anyone to catch up to him!

(End of chapter)