Chapter 1076: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1076 Nine Extremes Heavenly King!

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

The moment this man appeared, whether xiuxian zhe, Demon Emperor, Demon King, or even the Outer Realm Foreign Races far at the edge of the Star Domain, all felt at the same instant an indescribable oppressive feeling.

It was neither pressure nor laws.

But something more primitive, more essential, like prey in darkness suddenly sensing the predator's gaze, like ants sensing the drastic change in air pressure before a rainstorm.

Your cultivation, your realm, all laws you control—before this perception, they all become meaningless.

It bypassed reason, bypassed cultivation, bypassed everything you pride yourself on, and smashed straight into the forgotten instinct in the deepest part of your divine soul... fear.

Yes, fear.

Pure fear, carved into the deepest bloodline of every living being!

Every soul of those who tried to gaze upon him trembled.

Everyone raised their gaze to the extreme before they could see his full form.

Rather than saying he was a man, it was better to say he was an ancient god or demon wrapped in a human shell by the rules of heaven and earth.

He wore a Dark Robe with Embroidered Stars, embroidered with sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, and the land.

Every pattern was woven from the purest Law of Order.

The sun and moon moved on the robe, stars rose and fell among the sleeves.

Mountains and rivers stretched and undulated at the cuffs, rivers surged endlessly on the collar.

The star map of the entire Floating World Four Domains was merely an embroidery on his robe.

He wore a Twelve Tassels Flat Sky Crown, its top towering like a mountain peak, twelve Star Core Pendants hanging from the crown's edge, each pendant not an ordinary pearl or jade stone, but twelve Star Cores refined from ancient stars.

Those pendants strung from Star Cores swayed gently before him, each shake opening a circle of silver ripples in the Void.

This was not decoration, but twelve stars that once illuminated countless civilizations, now quietly hanging on his crown, shielding him from mortal eyes, so that anyone could only see him through twelve Star Core Pendants, unable to discern his expression.

His face could not be described by any language.

It was not a matter of handsome or not, but that one glance made one forget to breathe.

Not because he was too beautiful or too majestic, but because his eyes had no pupils, no whites, no physiological structure defined as "eyes."

In his eye sockets were only two rotating star clouds.

In each star cloud were contained tens of thousands of starlight spots, silently rising and falling, rotating, vanishing and being reborn in his eye sockets.

Therefore, when you gaze at him, he is also looking at you.

But it was not a person looking at you, but two miniature universes in operation scrutinizing you.

Your past, your present, everything you have done, everything you have said, were broken down into countless tiny time slices in these eyes, each slice turned over by the main body, then thrown into the depths of the star cloud.

His body was not huge, at least not as huge as that Starry Abyss White Tiger.

But when you looked up at him, you felt he was more majestic than any mountain range you had seen, deeper than any ocean.

That was a hugeness unrelated to body type, a "grandeur" forged together by majesty accumulated over endless ages, composure precipitated from countless life-and-death struggles, and absolute authority accumulated over countless years of patrolling the Floating World Four Domains.

His hands were clasped behind his back, his slender fingers interlocked above his waist, with no superfluous movement.

On his thumb he wore a Ring with White Tiger Engraving, pure white throughout, carved with a coiled white tiger.

The white tiger's eyes were inlaid with two tiny Star Core Fragments, flashing once with every breath.

He walked from the Star Sea.

His steps were composed, neither fast nor slow.

Every step on the Void caused a lotus flower condensed from starlight to bloom beneath his feet.

The lotus bloomed under his feet and dissipated behind him, repeating again and again.

Then he stopped a thousand zhang away from Xu Zhangqing and Kong Fang.

Twelve Star Core Pendants swayed before him, isolating his face behind the Star Cores.

At this moment, the rotation speed of the two star clouds in his eye sockets increased slightly in this instant.

Then, he opened his mouth.

The voice was not loud, even rather flat, but every word spoken made the entire Star Sky resonate.

And the words were not emitted from the throat.

Not one person speaking, but more like a Star Domain trembling:

"Enough!"

These two words spread rapidly in the Void.

Where they passed, the space rifts left by Xu Zhangqing and Kong Fang's dueling were all mended.

Time fragments returned one by one, the residual waves of the Five Elements Laws completely calmed.

The black ripples of Yuan Xu were smoothed, the remnants of Seven-Colored Demonic Light were pressed back into the Tail Screen.

Even the entire Star Sky, at the moment he spoke, completely returned to normal.

Xu Zhangqing withdrew the Five Deities, Five-Colored Divine Light retracted into his body.

He looked up at that man, unprecedented shock surging in his heart.

He had never seen this face, never felt such an exaggerated aura, never read a single word about this person in any classic.

But this oppressive feeling that made the entire Star Domain fall silent, that white tiger comparable to a star, those star clouds rotating in his eye sockets, that Dark Robe with Embroidered Stars embroidered with the star map of the Floating World Four Domains—all these together pointed to one answer.

A name he had never seen, but had heard no less than once from Long Yuan and Qiong's mouths.

Suddenly, he heard Kong Fang's voice.

This Demon God, who had ruled the Demon Realm for over ten thousand years and had just been fighting Xu Changqing to the death, now put away all his combat intent and excitement.

He then looked toward that man, his eyes holding neither fear nor reverence, only the solemnity that comes after the true master appears.

"Nine Extremes Heavenly King!"

These four words, spoken from Kong Fang's mouth, clearly reached every person present.

Hearing this, Xu Changqing's heart trembled.

Nine Extremes Heavenly King, so this is the Nine Extremes Heavenly King who patrols the Floating World Four Domains?

He had never seen this person, but long ago, through the mouths of Long Yuan and Qiong and others, he had heard the name of this top expert.

The other party enforces the Heavenly Rules; even the Outer Realm Foreign Races must retreat three she upon seeing him.

The problem didn't come early, nor did it come late, but it had to come at this time?

Could it be that he had already arrived long ago!

Perhaps, when he and Kong Fang had fought with all their might, causing the heavens to collapse and the earth to split.

This person had been watching from the side all along, seeing through the details of the one person and one demon from beginning to end.

Crucially, no one noticed—what an unfathomable cultivation, enough to make one's spine turn cold.

Next, Long Yuan's voice came from afar, carrying a reverence as if relieved of a heavy burden.

Mu Yunni's voice followed closely behind, clear and cold like the moon, yet likewise carrying a trace of awe.

Farther away, the Outer Realm Foreign Races lingering at the edge of the Star Domain stopped their surging black mist; the metal giants knelt on one knee in the void, the thin-winged women folded their three pairs of wings, and all existences bowed their heads in salute:

"Greetings, Nine Extremes Heavenly King!"