Chapter 127: The Mysterious Figure Appears Again

"Such audacity! In the ancient era, such a grave sin would have warranted the total extermination of your entire lineage."

Wang Lun sneered, his confidence absolute. As he unleashed the Mountain-Turning Seal, the world plunged into darkness. A primordial divine mountain surged into the heavens, descending with overwhelming force, holding nothing back.

A thunderous explosion echoed. The Domain Lord of the Ancient Buddha Domain retreated, and the prominent figure from the Xiang clan soared into the air to evade the impact. While they were no match for Wang Lun, both were, after all, formidable Void-Breaking realm experts and were not entirely without the power to fight back.

"Overestimating yourselves."

Wang Lun remained expressionless as he struck again. His strength was already superior to the Void-Breaking realm, and the Mountain-Turning Seal was no ordinary Ancestral Artifact.

Ancestral Artifacts are categorized into three tiers from low to high; the artifacts held by all the experts present were of the low tier. Even so, they were formidable, as low-tier Ancestral Artifacts could unleash combat power approaching the Imperial Sovereign level, enough to sweep away all resistance. The Mountain-Turning Seal, however, was slightly more advanced, ranking highly among low-tier artifacts. Combined with Wang Lun’s own Sovereign-tier combat prowess, the Domain Lord and his companions were naturally unable to withstand him.

"Fellow Daoist Ouyang, join me! Otherwise, we shall be picked off one by one."

The Domain Lord’s face turned icy as he summoned reinforcements.

"I had no desire to intervene, but sometimes, things do not go as planned."

A sigh resonated across the firmament. A massive bamboo basket covered the sky, pouring down streams of divine light that engulfed the wilderness.

The rogue expert, Ouyang Zi, unleashed his full power. No one knew his origins, but his strength was terrifyingly immense, leading some to suspect he was connected to the Great Jin Kingdom.

"So, it is an object of the Buddhist sect. You deserve death."

Wang Lun glanced at Ouyang Zi and pushed his power to the limit. The Mountain-Turning Seal was driven to its peak, its terrifying aura sweeping across the nine heavens as if to flip the very world itself.

Despite facing three Void-Breaking realm experts, Wang Lun remained unmoved. Having once been an Ancestral-realm powerhouse, his comprehension of the Great Dao was beyond anything a Void-Breaking realm expert could fathom. As long as he used the Dao to suppress them, they would find it impossible to escape death, even with Ancestral Artifacts at their disposal.

The battle intensified. The three experts were forced back, coughing up blood, their auras waning. Conversely, Wang Lun sneered, growing more courageous as he fought, his crushing aura pulverizing everything in its path.

"Wang Lun of the Wang clan, the ninth guard under the Emperor... I never expected you to have truly survived until now."

At this moment, the Three Immortals of Taoyuan, aboard their warship, finally spoke. As descendants of the ancient Starry Sect, they naturally knew Wang Lun’s true identity.

"To think there are still those who recognize me. So, it is the people of the Starry Sect."

Wang Lun’s gaze shifted to the warship, a flicker of gravity in his eyes.

"We have long heard of your name."

The Three Immortals of Taoyuan stood in the distance, showing no intention of intervening.

"Hmph."

Wang Lun grunted. Having discerned their intentions, he said nothing more.

Just then, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from the void. A figure tore through the sky like a demonic god descending to the mortal realm. A giant hand, vast as a mountain range, reached out and descended directly toward Wang Lun’s head.

The mysterious figure had finally made his move. It was unknown what method he had used to push his power to such a shocking degree.

"This... what is this?"

The prominent figure from the Xiang clan changed color and retreated in haste, his eyes filled with horror.

"A sovereign has descended?!"

The Domain Lord of the Ancient Buddha Domain trembled, watching the mysterious man with deep apprehension. Only now did he realize the true extent of this man’s cultivation—it was simply inconceivable. Although he had made deals with the mysterious figure, he had been unaware of his true strength; had he known, the existence of such a deal would have been questionable.

"Welcome, my Lord!"

The former Pavilion Master of the Purple Robe Pavilion stepped aside and bowed low. A loyal follower of the mysterious figure, he had known his identity from the start.

"Empress? Tell me, are you not going to wake up yet?"

The mysterious man spoke, his divine might vast. His hand covered the sky, his terrifying power shattering the void and crushing everything beneath it.

"A mere avatar with the cultivation of a sovereign! This person has already reached the Ancestral realm!"

Wang Lun’s expression shifted drastically; his previous composure vanished. He had never imagined that upon his resurrection, he would be attacked by someone whose power rivaled his own at his peak.

"Break!"

With a roar, Wang Lun, whose true realm was indeed that of the Ancestral level, made the most calculated choice: he did not hesitate to detonate the Mountain-Turning Seal to trade it for a surge of devastating combat power.

"Not enough."

The mysterious man’s hand covered the heavens. A glow manifested in his palm, directly suppressing the Mountain-Turning Seal, preventing it from breaking free.

He extended a single finger, sending Wang Lun flying tens of thousands of feet, his blood spraying across the sky.

"Since you know my true realm, you should understand that such tricks are useless against me."

The mysterious man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming as he stared directly at the woman within the crystal light.

"Empress, come out and meet me."

The mysterious man spoke again, his voice carrying supreme authority. Even the distant Void-Breaking realm experts retreated, unwilling to be drawn into the conflict—in truth, had they been caught in its wake, they would likely have been slain instantly.

"How dare you!"

Wang Lun coughed blood as he flew back from the distance, his brow furrowed in defiance. Though outmatched, he had not lost hope, evidently hiding a trump card.

"Does a man of my standing grant you the right to interrupt? Speak again, and I shall slay you!"

The mysterious man let out a cold hum. Wang Lun was struck as if by a thunderbolt, plummeting like a meteorite and crashing into the earth.

"I never imagined you had not perished either. It is a pity, however, that you are no longer the one you were in the ancient era. You possess less than a tenth of your former strength. Even if your true form were here, you would pose no threat to me."

The woman inside the crystal coffin, the Empress, spoke once more. The winds surged across the horizon, and the laws of nature responded, yet a monumental murderous intent swept through, chilling to the bone.

The experts in the distance turned pale and retreated further. Exchanging glances, they saw only terror in one another’s eyes. From the Empress’s words, they had gleaned a secret: this mysterious man was a powerhouse from the ancient era!

"Ha! It is a pity that you are not who you once were either. I wonder how much combat power you truly retain. The Emperor has passed, and you, too, shall enter the cycle of reincarnation—but I shall take your Seal of Reincarnation!"

The mysterious man laughed, confident and powerful. Two beams of light shot from his eyes like heavenly rivers, shaking the four corners of the world.

"He will not die."

A cold, sharp voice echoed through the heavens. A sea of crimson clouds surged forward, and endless divine patterns descended from the sky like a vast ocean.

Then, a figure rose from the crystal coffin. Her peerless grace could not be concealed, though her face remained hidden behind a mask, revealing only her eyes.

After countless years, the Empress had finally stepped out of the crystal coffin. Whatever had befallen her, the Empress remained the Empress!