Chapter 147: Yuntian Strikes

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The Summer Emperor’s expression shifted slightly, and the celestial beings below also quieted down. Before them stood eight figures, each distinct in appearance: a handsome man clad in a green Taoist robe, a Buddhist monk in yellow robes, an old man riding an ox, a burly man with golden eyes dressed in a dragon robe... The aura of these eight was profound and unfathomable.

“Fellow cultivators, what brings you to Great Summer? Please, come, take a seat,” the Summer Emperor said with a smile as he rose to greet them. With a wave of his hand, eight seats and tables appeared on either side beneath his throne, laden with exquisite celestial wine and immortal fruits.

“Why have we come to your Great Summer? Brother Xia Mang, surely you know,” said the leader, a man in a blue robe carrying an immortal sword on his back, his laughter carefree and unrestrained. “The Three Realms are rife with dark currents and turmoil; it is the time for heroes and heroes to emerge. Your Great Summer Dynasty is among the top in destiny across the three thousand great worlds—perhaps the birthplace of a peerless figure. So I, Lü Dongbin, have shamelessly come to visit. Surely Brother Xia Mang won’t mind?”

Their voices echoed around, yet the celestial beings below could not hear a word.

The burly man with golden eyes in the dragon robe sighed, “Brother Xia Mang, our great world recently held an Immortal Fate Assembly. Donghua had already gone to my world, and now he’s dragged me here.”

“Di Hao, you should have kept Lü Dongbin in check, knowing how shameless he is,” the Summer Emperor half-joked in mild reproach.

The old man riding the ox chuckled warmly, “Old fool here just came for the spectacle. Rest assured, I’m not here to poach your Great Summer’s talents.”

Others chimed in similarly, all claiming they came merely to observe and browse, leaving the Summer Emperor feeling rather helpless. These were renowned figures across the Three Realms. Take Lü Dongbin, leader of the Eight Immortals of the Upper Cave—he was originally the reincarnation of Emperor Donghua. When still Emperor Donghua, he apprenticed under a great master; upon reincarnation as Lü Dongbin, he apprenticed under another. Behind him stood two formidable masters whose combined strengths he fused into his swordsmanship, making him one of the most terrifying sword immortals in the Three Realms, ranking at the forefront among the Pure Yang True Immortals.

Yet Lü Dongbin’s thick skin, eccentric temperament, and habit of teasing others—combined with his frequent travels among the mortal realms—left legacies in many worlds, earning him the reverent title “Ancestor Lü.”

While the Summer Emperor busied himself entertaining Lü Dongbin and the other seven cultivators of equal rank, in the world depicted in the Moonlit Landscape Scroll, Yun Tian sat quietly in a cave, immersed in analyzing the Dao of Space and Heaven and Earth. “The Dao of Space and Heaven and Earth, or the Way of Space, under the influence of the Three Realms’ Heavenly Dao, is still only a superficial interpretation of the Way of Space. True mastery of the Way of Space should encompass three aspects: teleportation, spatial sealing, and spatial strangulation.”

“Teleportation is the most basic application of the Way of Space. Spatial sealing pertains to the very essence of space, requiring the cessation of spatial fluctuations. Strangulation is a subtle offensive use of the spatial Dao...” Sensing the profound fluctuations of the Dao of Space and Heaven and Earth, Yun Tian mused silently, “To truly comprehend the Way of Space deeply, one must not only grasp its origin but also penetrate its essence, advancing to the ultimate path of the spatial Dao. Only by integrating the profound mysteries of other paths into the spatial Dao can one reach the perfect and most fundamental Dao—the primordial chaos.”

As Yun Tian delved deeper into his analysis, the surrounding space subtly rippled and twisted. From outside the cave, his figure became invisible, and his aura undetectable.

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“Hmm?” The Summer Emperor, drinking with the eight Pure Yang True Immortals, suddenly sensed something, his expression shifting slightly, drawing curious glances from the eight cultivators.

As the master of the Moonlit Landscape Scroll, the Summer Emperor naturally felt the spatial distortions around Yun Tian during his cultivation, faintly perceiving the aura of the Dao of Space and Heaven and Earth. He was secretly astonished: “The Dao of Space and Heaven and Earth? This boy, merely a Wanxiang True Immortal, has reached such depths in the Dao of Space. If he transcends tribulation to become a celestial immortal, he might very well become a Pure Yang True Immortal with a complete understanding of the Dao.”

However, Yun Tian had yet to unleash the full power of the Dao of Space and Heaven and Earth. Moreover, the Summer Emperor was not particularly adept in this Dao, so he could not precisely gauge Yun Tian’s level of comprehension. Still, he could not help but feel a quiet thrill, marveling that the Xia Mang clan had produced such a prodigious genius. As for the eight Pure Yang True Immortals’ puzzlement, the Summer Emperor had no intention of explaining anything.

Meanwhile, within the Moonlit Landscape Scroll, some Wanxiang True Immortals already famed, as well as hidden masters of lesser renown, began to reveal their power. Accompanied by a series of fierce battles, more and more individuals exposed their true strength.

Six months passed in the blink of an eye. Over half of the more than a hundred thousand Wanxiang True Immortals in the Moonlit Landscape Scroll had perished or given up and left.

Inside the quiet cave, Yun Tian slowly opened his eyes, the spatial distortions around him returning to normal.

“Hm? Ji Ning and Yu Wei? They seem to be in trouble...” Yun Tian murmured thoughtfully, a faint chill flashing in his eyes as his brows furrowed slightly. “Xia Mang Zishan? Cang Wu Jiu? Hmph, I want to see just how strong you really are.”

With a thought, Yun Tian immediately teleported closer to where Xia Mang Zishan and Cang Wu Jiu were, heading straight toward the two.

“Hm? What’s this boy up to? Is he planning to attack Zishan?” The Summer Emperor’s brows knit in concern.

At that moment, Xia Mang Zishan and Cang Wu Jiu, having just fought a fierce battle with Ji Ning and Yu Wei, were resting on a grassy bank by a creek. Suddenly sensing something, they turned to see Yun Tian flying toward them.

“Yun Tian?” Xia Mang Zishan frowned and stood up. “What are you doing here? Do you want to join forces with us?”

“Brother Zishan, he’s the descendant of King Qi, isn’t he?” Cang Wu Jiu looked at Yun Tian with slight disdain. “Without sufficient strength, you have no right to ally with us.”

Yun Tian grinned, a heavenly-grade flying sword appearing in his hand. “Ally? You should be the ones joining forces. Otherwise, you’re no match for me.”

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“Hm? You want to fight us?” Xia Mang Zishan’s brows furrowed deeply. “Yun Tian, have you lost your mind?”

“Lost my mind?” Yun Tian sneered coldly. “Xia Mang Zishan, you should remember: Ji Ning and Yu Wei are my junior brother and senior sister, respectively. We all hail from the Black and White Academy. You two teamed up to bully my comrades—how could I not step in to avenge them?”

Cang Wu Jiu sneered at Yun Tian. “Just you? Don’t think that because King Qi values you, you’re all that extraordinary. You’re a frog in a well, ignorant of the vastness of the sky.”

“Seems you don’t consider yourself a member of the Xia Mang clan! If that’s the case, then don’t blame me for being ruthless,” Xia Mang Zishan’s face darkened as he spoke coldly, taking the lead to unleash the law of Heaven and Earth, wielding a black staff-like treasure to attack Yun Tian.

Facing Xia Mang Zishan’s sudden surge of overwhelming aura, Yun Tian remained calm and casual. As the black staff swung toward him, he casually struck out with his sword; the surrounding space froze as if solidified, causing Xia Mang Zishan’s body to stiffen slightly and the power of his black staff to diminish greatly.

Clang! Yun Tian’s heavenly-grade sword blocked the black staff, then with a blade like a gust of wind, sliced through Xia Mang Zishan’s body.

Startled, Xia Mang Zishan suddenly burst free from the invisible restraint and flew backward, glaring at Yun Tian with shock and fury. In a single move, Yun Tian had already drained over half of his divine power.

“What? How is this possible? He... he’s actually this strong?” Cang Wu Jiu, watching nearby, couldn’t help but gape in disbelief.

Not only him—everyone outside the Moonlit Landscape Scroll who witnessed the scene was stunned, and the plaza erupted in uproar.

“What a powerful sword strike! This is... the Dao of Space and Heaven and Earth? Has he combined the Dao of Ice and the Dao of Swift Wind with it?” Lü Dongbin could not help but show an expression of awe and admiration.