Chapter Fifty-Four: The Sun Emperor Treads the Void!

With a fierce sweep of the Primordial Yellow weapon in his hand, Yang Lan tore the air apart with a storm of blades, the shriek of the gale sounding like a lament of slaughter. “Yang Nan, you refuse the toast and insist on the forfeit. Then I shall send you to the netherworld to reunite with that dead father of yours!”

At this point, Yang Lan no longer harbored the slightest illusion about Yang Nan. Even if the formal charge was gone, so long as the Sage Manuscript remained in his possession, he could still return and give the Emperor his report.

The Primordial Yellow weapon rose slowly like the sun at dawn, tyrannical and scorching, blazingly releasing its boundless light and heat without restraint. Anything that stood in its way would be reduced to nothing before that crimson sun.

Boom!

Countless streams of tyrannical force, like ten thousand needles and countless piercing spines, crashed down upon Yang Nan all at once.

Yang Lan had struck with his full power, and the might of that weapon was impossible to withstand. Seeing a blinding mass of radiance lunge at him, Yang Nan knew that this blow would likely grind him to powder.

He could only smile bitterly in his heart. Damn it all. After running for so many years, in the end I still have to go through reincarnation...

What family hatred, what vow of vengeance, what endless heavenly law. All of it would be scattered to the winds at this very moment...

“An overlord’s might is like a prison; his blades and sword light are icy cold...”

Just when Yang Nan had fallen into utter despair, he heard a soft sigh. Strands of golden light descended from the sky and, in an instant, formed a golden net that trapped the overwhelmingly domineering crimson wheel within it. No matter how wildly the Primordial Yellow force erupted, it still could not escape the golden net’s confinement.

Yang Lan was shocked. The Primordial Yellow weapon was among the most overbearing weapons under heaven. With its savage tearing and furious thrusts, what in the world could possibly bind it?

“Seeking death!” Yang Lan roared in fury. He stepped on empty space and, in a flash, kicked toward the golden net like a shooting star.

That Star-Chasing movement was unimaginably fast, but the instant his foot struck the net, it felt as though it had landed on the supple hide of ox leather. The force in his leg rebounded at once, throwing him backward against his will!

Yang Lan shouted in rage and poured his energy furiously into the Primordial Yellow weapon. The crimson wheel blazed in an instant, swelling like a sun expanding at breakneck speed.

Yet although the tyrannical force of the weapon was overwhelming, the golden threads were soft beyond measure and astonishingly resilient, forcibly driving every bit of that power back inside.

“What master is this? Please show yourself!” Seeing his attack fail, Yang Lan’s expression grew solemn as he cried toward the heavens.

A slender, delicate hand reached out from the void and gently lifted the golden net that had wrapped the Primordial Yellow weapon. Its mistress then slowly revealed her true form from concealment.

A white dress fluttered in the wind, black hair cascading like flowing silk. That face, so breathtaking it was almost suffocating, seemed like an eternal glacier that would never melt.

Her beauty was too dazzling to meet directly; her chill cut straight to the bone.

“The Primordial Yellow weapon... is indeed a divine weapon, but the one who holds it may not necessarily be divine...” Her icy eyes swept over them, and that chill in her gaze made even a man as hardened as Yang Lan shiver involuntarily. They could see clearly that nine golden halos, naturally formed from spiritual energy, hovered behind her head.

Nine rings of golden light. Ninth-stage Venerable! She was a great Venerable on the verge of becoming a saint!

How could the sight of such a master suddenly appearing beneath Mount Kunlun not drive one to utter despair?

Her face remained as impassive as an iceberg. In a flat voice she asked, “One of the world’s ten greatest experts, the Tyrant Chanting King. What relation are you to him?”

Yang Lan was frightened in his heart, but his face remained grave as he said, “He is my master. And you are?”

What level of cultivation would one need to possess in order to imprison the Primordial Yellow weapon? Yang Lan did not dare imagine it.

He brought his fist to his chest, his expression solemn. The Primordial Yellow weapon was a divine armament bestowed by his master. He could never allow anyone to take it. Even if he died today, he would bring his master’s sacred weapon back!

“I am Kunlun’s Void Walker.” The woman with the ice-cold eyes smiled faintly. Her delicate hand opened slightly, and a trace of solemnity flashed across her peerless beauty. Suddenly the golden net burst with light, like a chorus of dragons singing. Its momentum surged as the Primordial Yellow weapon, frantically struggling within it, was compressed inch by inch. However tyrannical and arrogant it might be, it remained helpless before the golden net.

At last, the Primordial Yellow weapon was tightly sealed within Void Walker’s golden net, reduced to a tiny pearl-like orb that settled gently upon her slender palm and rotated there.

At that moment, no matter how Yang Lan tried to drive it, the Primordial Yellow weapon gave him no room to rebound at all.

“Fairy sister, you’ve finally come!” Seeing the newcomer, Yang Nan’s taut nerves finally loosened. To come alive again after death—he experienced that feeling once more today.

There was only one person under heaven more domineering than the Primordial Yellow weapon: Venerable Void Walker!

Seeing this, Yang Lan exclaimed in alarm, “You are Void Walker, one of the ten greatest experts of the Daoist school?”

Void Walker was ruthless and merciless. The saints of the Daoist path seldom appeared in the world, but beneath the saints, this expert of the Daoist school was renowned throughout the land.

Once Void Walker emerged, slaughter followed without end. Of the world’s ten greatest experts, three had died at her hands. Among the ten greatest experts of the Daoist path, four had been slain by her until both body and soul were utterly destroyed!

Her crescent dragon-slaying blade had annihilated demons, fiends, ghosts, and masters from every school under heaven. All cultivators in the world trembled when they heard her name.

Such a person was already among the very highest masters in this world.

How could Yang Lan’s heart not turn icy at the sight of her? The six masters beside him also changed color one after another. This was not someone they could resist. Riding a tiger was easy to mount and hard to dismount; they were now in agony.

Standing upon a golden lotus, Void Walker hovered proudly in the void. Her ice-cold gaze swept over everyone. When it landed on Yang Nan, something unreadable seemed to flicker in her eyes as she said faintly, “Just a few minor masters, and they forced you into this state? Have you trained your Immortal Yin Wheel for nothing?”

Er...

Yang Nan had nothing to say. Seven masters! Not seven cabbages! Even one of them was more than he could handle.

Though he grumbled inwardly, he knew that Void Walker had always regarded killing as no more than a thought, a person so cold and ruthless that he would never dare complain to her.

More importantly, although her words sounded like reproach, they actually carried a subtle intimacy.

“Fairy sister, I only entered the Daoist path a few years ago. How could I possibly possess your kind of supernatural skill? I don’t even have a kitchen cleaver in my hand...” Yang Nan spread his hands helplessly. Having fallen to such a state, being plotted against by Li Yun, Yang Lan, and the others was one thing, but his own carelessness had to be counted as well.

“Yang Nan, release the Immortal Yin Wheel. Today I shall let you witness the marvels of Kunlun’s supreme Daoist art!” Void Walker gave a soft, cold command. The masters around them retreated a step as though facing a great enemy. The moment she appeared, she overshadowed the world. Her overbearing presence was even more brazen than the weapon itself. With such power, who could not fear her?

Yang Nan obeyed and spat out the Immortal Yin Wheel. A streak of black light flew into the air. From between Void Walker’s brows came the Immortal Yang Wheel. The two wheels met like long-lost lovers reunited, intertwining with reluctance. Then Void Walker took them in hand and, turning illusion into substance, transformed the Immortal Yin-Yang Wheels into two real rings.

One black, one gold, they became a huge linked circle of light. That tiny ring of light seemed capable of devouring heaven and earth alike. Held lightly in her hand, it radiated a terrifying aura that only deepened the chill in everyone’s hearts.

Yin and yang are eternal and unending: the ancestor of all energies, the mother of all power.

With this weapon, one could break ten thousand laws and always prevail!

Who could stand against the Immortal Yin-Yang Wheels?

Li Yun had long since turned pale with fright. In his heart there was only one thought: This boy really does have a deep connection with Martial Aunt Void Walker... I was wrong... completely wrong...

Had he known from the start that Void Walker would stand up for Yang Nan, then what if Li Yun had carried Li Guo’s head to apologize? Would the Li family really have made a mortal enemy of Venerable Void Walker for the sake of one Li Guo? This martial aunt was a famed top expert of the Daoist school, renowned throughout the world!

Li Yun had only seen that Yang Nan had no foundation, no support, and was alone. He had wanted to crush him completely.

Who would have thought... the more he pressed, the stronger Yang Nan became; the more he pressed, the more terrifying Yang Nan grew. In the end, even Void Walker had been drawn out!

A mistake... another mistake... unforgivable mistakes!

While Li Yun was overwhelmed with remorse, Fang Wen and Ji Han nearby were also ashen-faced. Li Guo and the younger disciples were even more dumbstruck, their hearts heavy with humiliation and regret.

“Alas... all of you will come with me to the Patriarch Hall and await the headmaster’s judgment.” A middle-aged Daoist with a short beard slowly emerged from the Heavenly Gate. The barrier there was nothing more than child’s play to him, with not the slightest hindrance.

His face was as youthful as a child’s, but his expression was grave. When he looked at Li Yun and the others, there seemed to be a trace of helplessness in his eyes. Matters had come to this; what use was there in saying more?

“Great-grandfather...” Li Yun was just about to speak when the old Daoist Chang Xu casually waved a hand. With a sweep of his sleeve, he suddenly seemed like a giant sack that swallowed Li Yun and all the other disciples whole. Without another glance, he departed toward Kunlun’s Cloud-Roaming Peak.

Seeing this, Yang Nan was shaken. This old Daoist Chang Xu truly was formidable. In the span of an instant, not only had he come and gone at will, he had also seized Li Yun and the others with a single sleeve. What kind of divine power was this?

With the Primordial Yellow weapon trapped, Yang Lan’s face had flushed red and then gone white again and again. He understood that this peerless beauty in the void was not to be provoked, yet Yang Nan still stood there, and the weapon was still in the enemy’s hands. How could he accept retreat? His master had once said: if the weapon remains, the person remains; if the weapon is lost, the person is lost.

If he could not reclaim the Primordial Yellow weapon, how could he possibly return to face his master, Chanting King?

He turned and gave a slight signal, and the six master-level experts behind him instantly summoned their respective treasures.

At this point, there was no choice but to stake everything in one desperate battle!

Divine general, blood corpse, sacred weapon, seal of law, dark tether, demon pearl. All manner of Buddhist chants, spells, and Confucian arts rang out as the six treasures, blazing with rainbow-bright radiance, lunged toward Void Walker in the sky!

Void Walker only smiled faintly and gave the ring of light in her hand a light shake. The dragon and serpent within it suddenly straightened like swords. At that moment, the sharpness released from them seemed able to cleave heaven and earth.

The golden lotus beneath Void Walker’s feet drifted lightly. The Immortal Yin-Yang Sword formed by the dragon and serpent suddenly burst with greater momentum. Yin and yang circulated without end, as though returning to the beginning of heaven and earth, to the very moment when all things were first born.

“Brat, watch carefully. This is how the divine arts of weapon masters are used.” Looking at the six treasures coming at her with overwhelming force, a trace of disdainful mockery appeared on Void Walker’s peerless face.