My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

In an unknown Earthly Realm, martial arts flourished here, with cultivators often overshadowed by ordinary warriors. At this moment, a small tavern in a bustling town was particularly lively.

Bang!

The storyteller slapped the table, startling a few coins to jump. He poured tea from a pot to moisten his throat.

"That battle caused the heavens to collapse and the earth to shatter! The sun and moon reversed, and the starry sky dimmed, as if the Dao itself was obliterated!"

"This battle..."

The storyteller paused, leisurely pouring more tea.

"Hey! Mister, can you get to the point?"

"Did the head of the Lanyan Royal School manage to escape from the Bright Clan Divine Son? Did he survive or counterattack?"

The tavern-goers could no longer hold back their impatience, with one particularly eager warrior rolling up his sleeves.

"Patience, patience, my dear audience," the storyteller replied. "I'm just a mere storyteller, merely spinning tales and fabrications, nothing to take seriously."

"Today's tale ends here; if you wish to know what happens next, you must listen to my next performance..."

Before the patrons could react, the storyteller vanished without a trace, leaving behind only the empty table and the coins that had not been taken. The only remnant was a teapot wobbling precariously.

"Damn! He really ran fast!"

"What a master!"

"Good thing we didn't act rashly!"

The crowd realized that the storyteller was not simple; he was likely a practitioner above the innate level, far from the reach of mere small-town warriors like them.

With no more stories to hear, the patrons dispersed. Two inebriated warriors leaned on each other, stumbling out of the tavern.

"Brother, do you think there really are Immortal Realms up in the sky?"

"Who knows? That storyteller said he was just talking nonsense."

"I don't think he was lying. That Lanyan Royal School sounds amazing! If I could join it, I'd surely achieve great things!"

The two chatted as they swayed along, one believing, the other scoffing, neither taking it seriously.

Such small-town warriors, those with money had already gone to the big cities to train, while those without it were destined to remain as bodyguards or lackeys for their lives. As for ascension and the Dao, those were mere fairy tales!

"Forget that Lanyan Royal School!"

"Let's grab some peanuts and go home to keep drinking!"

"Wait! Am I seeing things? Why is the sky so bright today?"

One warrior, his face flushed, squinted up at the sky. Before he could clarify, his friend let go of him.

Bang!

He fell over dramatically.

Before he could get angry, his companion pointed at the sky, excitedly shouting, "That storyteller wasn't lying! There are really immortals up there!"

"Isn't that the one in the blue robe, stepping on the clouds, the head of the Lanyan Royal School?"

He looked up, his mind buzzing.

It was over!

At that moment, countless warriors in the Earthly Realm stared in horror at the sky.

There, a blue-robed sword immortal battled against a golden celestial being. Each clash of their weapons caused the very heavens to tremble.

Even from afar, everyone felt as if their hearts were being gripped, experiencing a suffocating sensation.

On a hidden mountain, few remaining cultivators were transfixed, watching the two powerful figures in the sky.

"Fools, run quickly!"

"That's a battle between Imperial Realm experts! Even the aftermath could obliterate us!"

The sect leader led his disciples in a hurried retreat, leaving behind their meditation mats without a second thought.

As they fled the mountain, the two figures in the sky flashed past.

The blue and golden lights intertwined, prompting the spectators to instinctively shut their eyes.

When they opened them again, the mountain peak had vanished as if it had never existed.

"It's gone!"

"I spent a hundred years building that sect, and now it's gone!"

At this moment, the white-haired, bearded sect leader was pounding his fists in despair, weeping like a child.

A thousand miles away lay the largest demonic lair in this world.

Arthur's figure appeared instantly at the center of the lair, stopping beside a newly formed spatial rift.

"He escaped again!"

His golden eyes radiated an unimaginable fury.

At this moment, he was no longer in the form of a divine body; his robes were tattered from countless sword energies, and drops of golden divine blood seeped out, making him look more like a down-and-out performer than the Bright Clan Divine Son.

He raised his hand, forming a seal to sense where Gu Lan had fled, but found nothing.

"The Azure Lotus of Merits can not only obscure energy fluctuations but can even conceal fate and karma!"

"Ninety percent of my divine power has been depleted; it seems I won't catch up to him this time."

Arthur's eyes brimmed with unwillingness, yet he refrained from immediately crossing over to pursue.

Since Immortal Realm, he had chased Gu Lan across countless Earthly Realms and had engaged in numerous battles in the void.

What Arthur did not expect was Gu Lan's methods to be like an endless abyss, with various divine powers and spells emerging one after another, using countless types of origin power and Rule Power.

It was as if he wasn't a single person but rather a cabinet of divine powers come to life!

Eventually, their energy reserves dwindled, and both suffered injuries.

At their level, as long as the wounds weren't fatal, they could recover.

However, Arthur had to take Gu Lan seriously due to his energy depletion; the energy from the Divine Creation Tree had been consumed to the point of exhaustion, yet Gu Lan still had reserves.

Though the Azure Lotus of Merits could provide energy, it could not compare to the Divine Creation Tree.

And Gu Lan, being only in the Main God Realm, could somehow keep up in a battle of attrition against him, a God Realm expert. This was simply unimaginable!

At this moment, Arthur had formed the intent to kill Gu Lan in his heart but forced himself to remain calm.

Continuing the pursuit was meaningless. He possessed the Divine Creation Tree, which would allow him to recover faster than Gu Lan.

Moreover, the Bright Clan was collaborating with extraterrestrial entities to attack the Six Realms, gathering Destiny. That Destiny would further accelerate his recovery.

"After this consumption, I will certainly return to my peak within a century, and even advance further with the Destiny of the Six Realms."

"And Gu Lan, even with the Azure Lotus of Merits, will take at least a hundred years to recover from his injuries, and even longer to regain his cultivation..."

Arthur calculated, feeling that he had the advantage.

Suddenly, a group of strange-looking demons surrounded him.

"Hey!"

"What are you supposed to be?"

"Dressed so oddly, how dare you invade our demonic sanctum? Seeking death, are you?"

Seeing these ants point fingers at him, Arthur couldn't help but laugh.

He lightly waved his hand, sending out a light dot.

Boom!

That day, the demonic lair was utterly annihilated.

Simultaneously, from another flattened mountain peak, a pale-faced scholar in a blue robe slowly emerged.