Chapter 1330

The old seniors at the Tribulation Transcendence stage and the Mahayana stage watching from afar were greatly astonished—how could Wu Yao's attitude after becoming an immortal have changed so drastically?

Is this the mindset of an immortal? Ascending from mortality to immortality, one's mindset becomes transcendent, letting go of all past grudges and grievances.

"Did Fellow Daoist Lu Yang acquire two more companions by his side? Who are they?"

"It is Senior Sister Yun Zhi of the Ask Dao Sect." Master Shi Chan used his Heavenly Eye to see Yun Zhi, his expression strange, recalling that when he went to the Ask Dao Sect to study, he had even proactively suggested sparring with Yun Zhi, only to be thoroughly defeated.

Could Wu Yao's change in attitude be related to Senior Yun Zhi?

That shouldn't be—Senior Yun Zhi is an immortal?

Those old seniors at the Tribulation Transcendence stage all had similar thoughts to Master Shi Chan; they had all sparred with Yun Zhi, knew she was extremely powerful, but all believed she was only a half-immortal, not enough to make Wu Yao wary.

"Fellow Daoist Yun Zhi, long time no see—after all these years apart, your bearing remains as splendid as ever." Wu Yao laughed heartily; those who didn't know better would have thought he and Yun Zhi were old Daoist friends reunited after a long separation.

Yun Zhi merely replied with a simple "uh," leaving Wu Yao's smile frozen on his face, somewhat embarrassed and unsure how to continue the conversation.

"Wow, you're quite formidable, no wonder you're whatever Yu Emperor—you can fight our second-in-command to this extent."

Yun Zhi's return naturally came with Yun Mengmeng accompanying her.

Wu Yao: "..."

Wu Yao still didn't know how to respond to this—what kind of talk is this? In terms of fame and status, how could Lu Yang possibly compare to him? How could he say he could fight Lu Yang back and forth as if it were an honor?

Will this little girl even know how to speak?

"Second-in-command, are you alright?" Yun Mengmeng probed up and down, checking Lu Yang's injuries.

Lu Yang's old face flushed red as he hastily dodged Yun Mengmeng: "Nothing's wrong, nothing's wrong—what could possibly happen to me?"

A bolt of clear-sky thunder descended—it was the tribulation-dividing incarnation of Ying Tian Xian.

He sensed that a tribulation of ascension had arisen here, close to the Cultivation Realm, so he dispatched an incarnation to investigate and find out who had ascended.

"Who is this person?" Ying Tian Xian asked Lu Yang.

"Yu Emperor Wu Yao, or alternatively called Heavenly Emperor Wu Yao."

Ying Tian Xian suddenly understood—ah, it's him. He must have heard that the Cultivation Realm's gates have opened and returned home to visit family.

He noticed the Celestial Heaven Warriors and the Mahayana-stage cultivators, and felt something was off: "It seems during my absence, quite a few things have happened."

After speaking, he dispersed his incarnation, sending the information back to his main body—so many things have occurred in the Cultivation Realm; it's time to return and take a look.

Yun Zhi finally spoke, though her words chilled him to the bone: "Senior Wu Yao, by condoning your subordinates' plundering of spirit stones from the Cultivation Realm, do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Wu Yao hastily offered an apologetic smile: "A misunderstanding, Fellow Daoist Yun Zhi—it's all a misunderstanding. These were the actions of my subordinates; I was completely unaware. The Cultivation Realm is also my home—if I had known they came to plunder spirit stones, I would certainly not have condoned such reckless behavior."

"You see, I learned they had gone to the Cultivation Realm to plunder spirit stones and immediately set out to intercept them—

only the distance was too great, I arrived a step late, and they still ended up clashing with the Cultivation Realm."

Yun Zhi slightly lifted her eyelids, still wearing that expression as deep and ancient as before, leaving Wu Yao unable to discern her thoughts.

"A misunderstanding? If so, then Senior Wu Yao, by attempting to reclaim the captives and clashing with my junior disciple, injuring him—was that also a misunderstanding?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Yang happened to cough a few times, his voice hoarse and severe—listening to the sound, one could tell he was gravely injured, even coughing up blood, which confirmed Senior Sister's words.

Upon hearing this, Wu Yao's eye twitched slightly; he was no longer wearing that fawning expression, his voice icy: "So, Fellow Daoist Yun Zhi, are you insisting on holding onto this matter?"

"The matter has already occurred—naturally, an explanation is due. Senior Wu Yao, you may come to my Ask Dao Sect's Prison Peak for a discussion."

"Don't go too far!" Wu Yao snapped angrily, utterly unaware of what Prison Peak even was.

What kind of person is he? Having undergone rebirth twice, both times attaining immortality—unique throughout ancient and modern times. As an immortal transcendent and detached from worldly affairs, when has it ever been heard that an immortal would be reduced to a subordinate? This is a great disgrace!

He had previously thought to harmonize and prosper, unwilling to provoke Yun Zhi over minor matters.

But if Yun Zhi believes she can rely on her strength to arbitrarily decide his fate, then she is gravely mistaken.

At this moment, he stands at the peak of his life—far stronger than when he was the Yu Emperor, due to a difference in mindset and also in the Dao fruit. He is truly the Heavenly Emperor; if battle begins, he fears no one!

At the same time, he secretly activates his Dao fruit of Creation, predicting the outcome of this battle.

"After this battle, I will be able to comprehend the Dao, reunite with my dear friend and teacher whom I haven't seen in over ten thousand years, and even exchange insights with other immortals, supplementing the Dao of Immortality?!"

"This is great fortune, great opportunity!"

When the Dao fruit was still in its embryonic form, he and Lu Yang exchanged blows, and he could faintly sense that Lu Yang would bring him great fortune—though this sensation was vague. After condensing the Dao fruit, his perception of opportunity and fortune became much clearer; in a certain sense, this is nothing less than predicting the future!

The result given by the Dao fruit filled Wu Yao with absolute confidence—such gains, this opportunity of fortune and creation must absolutely not be missed!

We must fight now, or never—Ying Tian Xian's tribulation-dividing incarnation is aware of this place and will surely return to the Cultivation Realm. If Yun Zhi joins forces with the Four Ancient Immortals, he will certainly not be a match.

The bronze long spear reappears, its aura extraordinary—his Dao fruit of Creation effortlessly upgrades this spear, transforming it from a celestial treasure into a true immortal artifact.

As the long spear dances, the light it emits becomes hanging galaxies—just this single move reveals the vast gap between a celestial treasure and a true immortal artifact.

The Dao fruit of Creation displays its divine might: myriad demons leap forth from the painting of fish, stronger than even the legends claim; though they have not yet entered the immortal rank, they already faintly bear the bearing of immortals.

The bronze long spear is likewise multiplied into thousands of copies by a single thought, suspended throughout the universe.

Immortal talismans, immortal-grade formations—covering the sky and earth—engulf this place.

The Mahayana and Tribulation Transcendence seniors witnessing this scene are utterly shocked—wasn't a ceasefire called? How did a peaceful literary exchange suddenly turn into combat?

Seeing this formation, it's clear they intend to fight for real—but Wu Yao is already an immortal; among those present, who is worthy of him fighting in earnest?

"Fellow Daoist Yun Zhi, you will regret today's decision!" Wu Yao's brow flashes with immortal patterns as he controls all creation; after ascension, his divine sense transforms into immortal sense, his power boundless and endless.

Purple vapor rises, chaos permeates—immortal creations manifest the dignity of immortals, all attacking Yun Zhi together!

"Cloud-Descending Palm."

Yun Zhi calmly responds to Wu Yao's roar, shattering the immortal creations with a single palm.

Wu Yao watches helplessly as the delicate jade hand descends—unstoppable, regret and despair well up from his very core.

Could it truly be that the gap between him and Yun Zhi remains this vast?

Boom—immortal creations shatter, all things return to tranquility.

Wu Yao, lifted by Yun Zhi, has dull, lifeless eyes, no longer clear—at this moment he finally understands a truth—

Do not take face too seriously; there are times when losing face is inevitable.