Chapter 131: Rong Ya Flexes His Might

True Man Daoshan remained silent for a long time, filling the Dao Wish within the God-Awe Saber with wave after wave of disappointment. Eventually, the former said to his daughter, "Wish, it is not that your father refuses to save you, but rather that it is fated in your destiny for you to turn danger into safety. If I were to forcefully alter this, the heavenly tribulation would strike your father dead, and an even greater terror might descend. Are you willing to lose an Immortal King father at such a tender age?"

The Dao Wish inside the God-Awe Saber said nothing. Without offering further explanation, True Man Daoshan pointed toward a patch of darkness in the deep space beyond the heavenly vault and said, "Deputy Valley Master of Silver Lake, if you wish to strike, please do so swiftly!"

Immortal King Silver Lake hesitated. At that moment, Wang Qing instructed his disciples to drag forth Feiteng Shi, an old friend of Family Has Guest.

"You betrayed your sect to become the deputy sect master of the Carefree Immortal Faction?"

Facing the might of the Ninth Elder, a thoroughly disheveled Feiteng Shi was terrified into utter silence. When he could no longer bear the pressure, he cried out, "This disciple knows his wrong! This disciple knows his wrong!"

He knelt on the ground, not even daring to glance at Family Has Guest.

Seeing the plight of his friend, Family Has Guest raged, "Rest assured! As of now, you are the deputy sect master of the Carefree Immortal Faction! Whoever dares to make things difficult for you is an enemy of the Carefree Immortal Faction!"

"A fine enemy of the Carefree Immortal Faction indeed!"

With a wave of Wang Qing's hand and a flash of his blade, Feiteng Shi's head rolled to the ground, only being caught and rescued as it stopped right at the feet of Family Has Guest.

"Those who betray their sect deserve this punishment!" Wang Qing snorted, putting on airs, only to receive two consecutive glares from Immortal King Yangchi.

Although Feiteng Shi had been decapitated and his cultivation drastically plummeted, he had at least managed to preserve his life. Even so, this was a blatant slap to the face of Wuyun and a direct insult to the Carefree Immortal Faction.

Seeing this, the captured Gao Le shouted, "Lord Wuyun, stop hiding your strength! Beat them black and blue, and show them what you're truly made of!"

With a single gesture from Silver Lake, Gao Le was instantly silenced. Silver Lake then declared, "No matter how formidable your previous cultivation was, once injured, you should honestly tend to your wounds. Bear in mind that even Immortal Emperors dare not act arrogantly after dropping a realm!"

Wuyun was just about to retort when another voice rang out.

"You injured my grandson and therefore must stay. Judging by your cultivation, you are at most at the late stage of Mysterious Immortal. Do you truly rely on a nameless middle-stage Immortal King to usurp this place?"

Accompanied by this deep, muffled voice, an old man approached carrying a formation disc. He was none other than the grandfather of Little Antelope—Swallow-Voice Immortal King. Upon his arrival, Silver Lake was instantly invigorated, and the dormant immortal artifacts immediately activated their seals, preparing to launch another assault.

Swallow-Voice Immortal King appeared as an ordinary, unassuming old man, yet the formation disc he carried possessed the power to trap heaven and earth, as well as Immortal Kings of his own tier. Once he appeared, his spell enveloped Wuyun, and the already enclosed space began to shrink, drawing Wuyun directly into the formation disc.

Furthermore, following his manifestation, three more Immortal Kings successively appeared in the sky, occupying three separate directions:

The first was Immortal King Lige, at the early stage of cultivation, with his natal immortal artifact—the Unicorn Sword—circling around him.

Another was Immortal King Dafu, the backer behind Boss Needle and a patron of the valley. At the middle stage of cultivation, he had his natal immortal artifact—the Vine-Water Immortal Gourd—hovering above his head.

There was also a female Immortal King whose face was veiled. She was the dao companion of Silver Lake, known as Light Nine-Colors. Radiating a brilliant splendor, she manifested the Law of Light upon her arrival, casting its radiance upon Wuyun and the others to immobilize them and weaken their primordial spirits.

The female Immortal King struck the moment they met, and as she moved, Silver Lake moved as well. Both were middle-stage Immortal Kings who had practiced a dual-strike technique. When harmonized, their light seemed to emanate from a pool of amber, weaving like threads of a hundred colors to launch an omnipresent assault against Rong Ya.

Silver Lake's law power was a coexistence of water and metal; though its destructive nature was not pure, its offensive capability was terrifying. Combined with Light Nine-Colors, their joint assault rivaled that of a late-stage Immortal King, fierce and incomparably swift!

Seeing this, Immortal King Lige's Unicorn Sword stirred the Law of Nascent Wood. Being only at the early stage of Immortal King cultivation, he lacked overwhelming combat power.

Yet, infused with a wisp of the Law of Nascent Wood, the female Immortal King's hundred-colored threads branched out like plant roots, growing various gorgeous landscapes. Even living ancient exotic beasts materialized, shaking their heads and wagging their tails. Upon birth, these beasts possessed the might of middle-to-late-stage Immortal Kings, fierce and formidable.

Dafu also unleashed his Law of Flaming Water, endowing the emerging ancient exotic beasts with water and fire attributes. Combined with the stealthy Law of Black-Ear lurking within the cavern dwelling and the power of the Law of Yangchi, eight Immortal Kings launched a combined assault!

Such an offensive reached the caliber of a late-stage Immortal King. Even if Rong Ya possessed thousands upon thousands of stacked fists, he could not shatter it, and he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position, struggling bitterly.

Throughout the entire Hundred-Flower Valley, ten Immortal Kings reigned supreme. Two were currently away attending to affairs outside, leaving the remaining eight gathered together. This was the first time in nearly several millennia that eight Immortal Kings had united with a shared hatred of the enemy to defend against an outsider—an exceedingly rare spectacle.

Struggling fiercely, Rong Ya grew bolder with every clash, while the eight Immortal Kings pressed forward step by step. Looking back at Wuyun, Kantuo transmitted his voice, asking, "Do you need me to make a move?"

Wuyun cast a puzzled glance before generously replying, "You make a move? Your life-saving divine ability diminishes with every single use. Who knows how many hardships and trials you must endure before becoming an Immortal Emperor? Forget it. The favors you owe me are nearly repaid; I cannot afford to incur any more! I could never return them!"

With that, he transmitted his voice to instruct Rong Ya in a divine ability, blending it into the laws to achieve wondrous transformations and break out of the encirclement.

"Among all laws, only force and speed reign supreme! When speed reaches its absolute limit, and when strength reaches its absolute limit, it generates an explosion akin to a black hole—far more formidable than spatial rifts!"

Wuyun murmured softly, unconcerned about eavesdropping. Yet after every sentence, he would impart a subtle secret transmission. Empowered thus, Rong Ya grew increasingly formidable, fighting his way through enlightenment to carve out a realm entirely his own.

Within Rong Ya's domain, everything was reduced to fists. These fists approached the caliber of a third-grade immortal artifact, each strike stacking upon the last, capable of landing blows from entirely unpredictable angles.

Even the very atmosphere of his domain was filled with the intent of the fist. Combined with his nascent comprehension of the laws, the two fused to shatter space itself, rendering everything in his path utterly unrivaled!

True Man Daoshan was deeply moved. He could hardly believe that Rong Ya had acquired two strands of law power so swiftly. According to conventional logic, it was only when assaulting the perfection stage of the Immortal King realm that a trace of law power would gradually grow and mature.

Only Immortal Emperors were capable of wielding two or more.

Moreover, aside from the harmonization of Yin and Yang, an excess of law powers generally repelled one another, making it impossible to possess them simultaneously.

True Man Daoshan pinched his fingers to divine the truth, but the moment he calculated, his silhouette shattered. Occupational hazards could be fatal, and he was no exception. His obsession with digging to the root of things he could not fathom—letting curiosity kill the cat—had provoked the wrath of heaven and earth.

Deprived of True Man Daoshan's guidance, the remaining seven Immortal Kings momentarily found themselves on equal footing with Rong Ya, allowing the latter to steadily forge his own Immortal King Dao.

Wuyun shook his head and said to Kantuo beside him, "Your supreme art, Seven Seas Immeasurable, must evolve into Seven Seas Myriad Measure. If every single measure can be aided by a wisp of law power, then by the time you cultivate to the Immortal Emperor realm, the entire space will no longer be able to contain you. The space spirit of the Third Immortal Realm will fear you and actively expel you from this place, steering you along the correct path to ascend directly into the God Realm."

Kantuo was left blinking in utter bewilderment, while Old Bear Three, quick of tongue, whispered, "It can even steer you along the wrong path?"

Before Wuyun could reply, the sky suddenly darkened, and a formidable pressure descended.

This pressure came from right before them, emanating from the various inner-sect elders of Hundred-Flower Valley who surrounded the perimeter. Seeing that even the most formidable peak forces of the deputy valley masters were locked in battle against Wuyun and his companions, they knew they could not afford to remain idle.

In particular, East Lake Legend’s miserable, shrieking cries calling out for his father, combined with Wang Qing's deep friendship with the former's father, drove Wang Qing into a fury. He sacrificed a fragmented immortal artifact to launch a sneak attack on Wuyun.

The captured Gao Le dismissed this with utter disdain. After shouting out loud, the seals planted within his body triggered during his roar, locking down his erupting immortal energy.

Following Wang Qing's initial strike, the Three-Eyed Deity, Fourth Elder Shadowless Wind, Fifth Elder Desolate Heartless, Sixth Elder Qinghe, and Tenth Elder Tuolao all swiftly followed suit.

This time, they targeted not only Wuyun but also his companions Kantuo, Old Bear Three, and the rest.

They intended to capture as many as possible to increase their bargaining chips.

Yet, at Wuyun's command of "Sword, come!", the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword manifested, effortlessly repelling the combined assault of the immortals. Finding themselves outmatched, the enemy sought to make up for quality with quantity: a grand formation uniting the spiritual energy of a million gathered immortals of Hundred-Flower Valley materialized, orderly and methodically reinforcing the array cast by Swallow-Voice Immortal King.

The convergence of a million strands of immortal energy generated a force potent enough to slay an Immortal King!

Wuyun wielded his immortal sword with exquisite skill. Whether facing wind, rain, thunder, lightning, divine sense attacks, or self-detonating immortal artifacts hurled his way, he handled them with absolute ease. Even massive shockwaves reaching a tenth of the speed of light were effortlessly intercepted as Wuyun sliced open spatial rifts to neutralize them.

A single sword held back the immortals of Hundred-Flower Valley, while a single saber guarded Yue Qi and the others behind him.

Dragon One made two attempts to act, but each time, the God-Awe Saber was obstructed by a concentrated wave of collective faith and boundless spiritual sense. Even when the Six-Talented Ancestral Dragon barely poked its head out, it was suppressed back down by the overwhelming might of the grand formation.

It was not that the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword refused to unleash its full might. If it did, lives would be lost—countless immortals would perish, and rivers of blood would flow!

This left Wuyun deeply helpless. Back when he had existed merely as a cloud, he had witnessed far too much evil and heard countless tales of pain and torment. Yet, in his core belief, he preferred to use his knowledge to redeem that world and educate that dimension, guiding it toward civilization, dispelling the darkness, and making life more beautiful and brilliant.

Glancing at the ferocious visage of Wang Qing, he simply decided to let soldiers be met with arms and water with earth, patiently waiting for Rong Ya's ultimate victory.

Amidst this leisure, a fierce gale suddenly surged forth, carrying within it an unbreakable wave of faith that clashed against the Resentment-Feared Immortal Sword.

The sudden assault surprised Wuyun. A white-bearded elder appeared, clad in immortal robes and the finest, most noble white garments of Hundred-Flower Valley. In his hand, he cradled an immortal dwelling—a cage-like imprisonment artifact inscribed with nine grand characters:

——The Hundred-Flower Valley Hundred-Towns Thousand-Evils Prison Tower!

The Hundred-Towns Thousand-Evils Prison Tower was the most classified sanctuary of the entire Hundred-Flower Valley. Divided into thirty-three levels, its lowest tier suppressed rebellious disciples, while the ten levels just above that imprisoned those who had committed petty thievery or heinous crimes over the past millennia.

The eleven middle levels served as trial grounds for heritage, corresponding to various tiers of cultivation. Within them existed numerous sub-spaces allowing disciples of all levels to grow as they broke through bottlenecks.

Meanwhile, the topmost ten levels belonged to the inner domain where disciples carved their soul imprints, held meetings, lectured on the Dao, and received commendations.

This immortal artifact surpassed the third grade, ranking among the second grade—a symbol of a peak Immortal King weapon. Every second-grade immortal artifact possessed world-shaking, realm-quaking might, capable of punching holes through planets.

The white-robed, white-bearded elder who emerged was none other than Hao Shicun, the First Inner-Nest Elder of Hundred-Flower Valley, standing at the perfection stage of Mysterious Immortal, a mere half-step away from the Immortal King realm. As the premier elder of the inner sect, he bore an immense administrative burden. Unlike the Immortal King-level deputy valley masters who acted as hands-off leaders, he was required to keep abreast of every single movement within Hundred-Flower Valley.