Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"You may all rise."

A vast voice emanated from the high platform, silencing the shouts and cheers.

The Millennium Emperor’s expression was inscrutable as he turned, his gaze piercing through the multitude to the boundless land beyond.

Whether it was Yi Chen’s illusion or not, he thought he saw a glint of compassion in the eyes of this peerless sovereign.

"My fellows, the Qin ancestors paved their way by sheer perseverance, creating an everlasting legacy on this small piece of land. Ying Si shall wield the ancestral dragon sword, carry forward their will, and join you all to forge great feats once again!"

"Ten days ago, Lord Tan Lang said that in the age of great strife, the strong survive, the weak perish!"

"These ten words deeply resonate with Our heart and could not be more true. The world is now undergoing changes not seen in a hundred thousand years. As We scour numerous ruins, and contemplate both past and present, an era of darkness looms before us. When it arrives, no one in the Eastern Continent can remain uninvolved."

As he spoke these words, the Millennium Emperor’s voice grew impassioned, and the ancient sword at his waist clanged as it was drawn from its sheath.

"And I am willing to join you all, to confront this mortal plight together."

"To tear through the darkness, and carve out a dawn!"

"Departure! Our destination, Central Continent!"

Ying Si’s eyes were deep and mysterious, and the ancestral dragon sword in his hand shone with intimidating golden light, flying out of his grasp. Transforming into a massive sword of light that spanned three thousand miles, it resonated with the vast array spread across the Eastern Continent.

Where the sword pointed was right above the ’man-made aircraft carrier’ deck.

Such might stunned all cultivators present, leaving them in awe.

Yi Chen felt the same, his pupils suddenly constricting to the size of needlepoints. However, he was not astonished by the magnificent array of the Eastern Continent or the impressive cultivation of the Millennium Emperor.

Listening to the tone and considering the context, what shook him even more was the profound information revealed in Ying Si’s words.

"Dark era, mortal plight, unseen in a hundred thousand years, carving out dawn."

Yi Chen always felt that these words were not just to boost the morale of the dynasty. The hints entwined within were more pertinent to them, the sect cultivators, the connotation of united battle spirit surpassing simple encouragement.

Having been influenced by the stories of the owner of the Heavenly Master’s courtyard, and witnessing so many celestial changes, Yi Chen was deeply moved by the Millennium Emperor’s words today, letting his thoughts drift.

The cooperation between Great Qin and the sects seemed a bit too concerted this time, especially since the top Buddhist and Taoist sects were fully supporting Great Qin’s actions today. Could the reasons truly just be the benefits promised by the Millennium Emperor?

Such unanimous, stride-for-stride action from a sect prompted Yi Chen’s suspicion about the hidden secrets behind it.

"Forget it, let’s not think about it for now. After the merger of the two lands, I’ll first seek out those old friends to settle scores."

"The Yan Family has courted a dead end, and so has Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple."

"The others from Dragon Tiger Mountain owe me some old debts. It’s a bit tricky, but Zhang Longyi’s lineage must go through my Pure Yang Flame Prison. Not one shall be spared!"

With this thought, a bloodthirsty smile couldn’t help but curl at the corners of Yi Chen’s mouth.

He had been in the Eastern Continent for over a year now. In that time, he had risen from near True Monarch realm to a level where he could face off against a six-layer Dao Mastery evil sword master.

Meeting those ’old friends’ again, he wondered if they would start to doubt their lives.

Of these three great enmities, Yi Chen hated the Yan Family the most.

This family was the ringleader in persecuting his master Bai Yunzi, resulting in Bai Yunzi and Abbess Piao Xue looking at each other from a distance, unable to spend their lives together. Then, they sent assassins to kill him en route—an unpardonable crime that called for the extermination of their entire lineage!

The second on the list of hatred was Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple.

Back then, Yi Chengzi and Abbess Shuiyue lived in the Cloud City, their days filled with the Fish Dragon Dance, casual fishing, and boundless joy.

Yet, they were inexplicably targeted by those bald thieves from Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple. What had Yi Chengzi done to provoke them?

The words uttered by the Evilslaying Monk Jue Yan during his ambush had the kind of beauty reminiscent of a bygone era, akin to that of Saddam.

As cruel as a tyrant, he executed and laid waste, yet his purported crime, absurdly, involved laundry detergent. It would be more believable to say he, World-Shaking Pure Yang, had frequented the Heavenly Fragrance House and ordered eight girls before his downfall. Each time Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple cracked down on illicit activities, they claimed Yi Chengzi should be punished to purify the morals of the cultivation world!

Just thinking about it made Yi Chen feel as disgusted as if he had swallowed a fly—Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple had definitely made it onto his list of those who must die.

Exterminate them all!

Moreover, all other cultivators involved in this affair had to take a trip through his Pure Yang Flame Prison to clear the air, or else the outrage would fester within him.

In comparison to Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple, Yi Chen’s hatred toward Zhang Longyi’s lineage wasn’t as intense.

After all, it was Yi Chengzi who had humiliated one of the prodigies of Dragon Tiger Mountain, making Zhang Longyi wet his pants and breaking his defenses before a crowd.

Being struck down in response could be seen as reasonable.

He, World-Shaking Pure Yang, had a generous heart. Killing off their entire line, sterilizing even the mountain’s chickens and dogs, would put the matter to rest. How trivial.

These three deep grudges were precisely why Yi Chen had not returned earlier to Central Continent to seek revenge.

The people he intended to kill were not just one but a multitude!

Killing them off bit by bit wasn’t satisfying enough and risked making the other enemies more cautious. If they joined forces against him, being captured like dumplings wouldn’t be ideal.

He needed to be absolutely certain.

If other grand temples came to assist, how should he handle it? What if the ancient ancestors of Great Weide Heavenly Dragon Temple emerged from their tombs? How would he deal with that?

If he boldly charged in alone and got captured, having his shoulder blades shattered and suppressed under a Buddhist stupa, what then—should Yi Chengzi humiliate himself by cooking and entertaining those monks every day? Absolutely not.