Chapter 972

The Dragon Serpent Clan’s Emperor, Long Yu, was slain.

The suppressed Dao prohibition sources immediately surfaced.

There were two of them: one fire-based, one space-based.

There were four wind-based prohibition sources and one space-based.

This left Xu Jin utterly astonished.

Cultivating multiple paths is normal, but this Emperor Long Yu had simultaneously brought both paths to the Emperor realm and suppressed prohibition sources for each—his strength was formidable.

If his space prohibition source had been even slightly stronger, it might have been impossible to kill him.

Yet doubts still surfaced in Xu Jin’s mind.

He possessed two prohibition sources, yet Emperor Long Yu’s performance earlier clearly did not match his true strength.

The Emperor Du Yue, who had just sealed away the two prohibition sources, explained: “This relates to the structure of their alien power systems.

Our human race breaks through primarily through cultivation accumulation and comprehension, but aliens rely half on comprehension and half on bloodline.

Those with powerful bloodline inheritance—such as direct descendants or those who awaken their primordial bloodline later in life—may directly ascend to the Emperor Dao, suppress the primordial Dao, and obtain prohibition sources.

But such prohibition sources, drawn directly from bloodline power, are like inherited strength, riddled with limitations; mastering them fully requires prolonged contemplation.

His clearly came from primordial bloodline—his realm reached, but his power is weak.”

“I see!” Xu Jin nodded slightly, understanding.

He cultivated all paths himself, with space being his primary focus, so he understood well how space power amplified when combined with others.

As he spoke, Xu Jin had already drawn out Emperor Long Yu’s Numinous Space; one glance, and delight flashed in his eyes.

“Master’s Mother, take a look at this Numinous Space first.”

“Keep it for now, we’ll discuss later. The other one should be arriving soon too?” Earlier, when Du Yue heard Xu Jin’s plan, she thought the boy was reckless to the point of foolishness.

He actually wanted to team up with her to ambush and kill an Emperor.

With Feng Hua, she could kill at will below the Grand Prohibition, but with Xu Jin?

All she could say was that Feng Hua’s disciple not only charmed her but also had boldness to spare.

Precisely because he had caught her eye, when he proposed this idea, she neither denied nor stopped him.

Like hunting a fierce beast, you only learn the difficulty and the right method after you’ve hunted.

Only after failure do you pay closer attention.

As for the risks after failure, she would bear them all.

With her present, Xu Jin’s safety was guaranteed.

With this mindset, Du Yue, like a doting elder, directly agreed to Xu Jin’s reckless plan.

Du Yue had originally planned that if they failed to kill Emperor Long Yu, Xu Jin would learn his lesson and she would take him away.

She never expected it to actually succeed.

So now, the second alien Emperor Xu Jin had mentioned should be arriving soon.

First, deal with the matter at hand.

“Master’s Mother, this one hasn’t appeared in my Divine Perception yet. We can act once he does.”

“Mm. But we must leave this place—its aura will linger for a while; if detected, we’ll fail.” Du Yue frowned slightly as she spoke.

There was a problem she hadn’t mentioned yet.

When she agreed to Xu Jin, she only meant to let him test his mettle.

But she hadn’t expected it to succeed.

Now she had to consider the consequences and downstream effects.

Especially since this act broke the unspoken rule among Emperors: no direct strikes, only standoff.

In the Thousand Stars War Zone, she’d already crossed a line.

Even in the Hongluan War Zone, mishandling this could bring serious trouble.

Fortunately, this was the deep void of the Star Ruins, and the massive stellar surge on the other side was drawing attention—temporary risk was low.

“Master’s Mother, let’s move elsewhere.”

“Agreed.”

As she spoke, Du Yue gathered up scattered, still-intact dragon scales from the void—these were precious treasures.

With a sweep of her sleeve, all physical traces of the battle vanished.

Yet if an Emperor-level cultivator carefully sensed, they could still detect the immense fluctuation of prohibition sources.

That was her power’s resonance.

At the same moment, Xu Jin also sensed the residual fluctuations.

The next instant, he sealed Du Yue into his Abyssal Space and teleported in another direction.

Begin short-range teleportation—move, don’t stay still.

Staying still makes you vulnerable to detection.

More than twenty breaths later, the aura of the Emperor-level cultivator who had entered his perception range suddenly appeared within his Mingqian Touch.

“Master’s Mother, he’s here.”

“Mm. You handle it.”

In the Star Ruins’ starry void, Emperor Ju Ling of the Golden Pillar Clan felt the increasingly clear tracking imprint, his eyes brightening with delight.

He was closing in.

The Zi Yuan Bodhi Root would soon be his.

With this secret realm treasure, whether he used it to forge a lineage relic or traded it for resources, his strength would surge.

Closer still.

But suddenly, Ju Ling’s mind flashed with the image of Emperor Long Yu of the Dragon Serpent Clan—a thought struck him.

Where was Long Yu?

Where had Long Yu gone?

Or had Long Yu failed?

He couldn’t claim to know every fellow Emperor, but he knew this one’s strength intimately—they had fought side by side, guarding the Star Ruins’ frontline together.

That tracking technique of his targeted the soul’s primordial core, stronger than his own.

Almost impossible to suppress.

That was why Long Yu had caught up, while he lost the target’s location.

Long Yu would surely catch the target.

But now the target was still alive—so Long Yu hadn’t eliminated him?

Was the target unusually difficult?

Or had another Emperor joined the battle, preventing Long Yu from succeeding?

In an instant, Emperor Ju Ling felt a flicker of caution.

Even as he surged forward toward the target, he activated his sensing technique to detect the target.

At ninety thousand li, his sensing technique detected the target—Xu Jin’s aura.

Still teleporting.

But he detected no trace of Long Yu’s aura!

Had Long Yu lost the trail?

Or was he somewhere else?

Ju Ling wasn’t certain.

Out of caution, he closed in further—to seventy thousand li.

Sixty thousand li.

When he reached sixty thousand li, Ju Ling’s expression changed—he still detected no trace of Emperor Long Yu.

Moreover, he noticed the target’s teleportation speed was slow—never exceeding twenty thousand li per jump.

Only about fifteen thousand li.

This distance surpassed most Space-riding Star Lords and matched reality.