Longevity: After Six Thousand Years, The Diary Was Exposed - Chapter 37 - Chapter 37 – Emperor Zitong, A Ray of Light in the Darkness!

At this moment, everyone was utterly shocked!

The An family’s ancestor, An Yuheng, wasn’t at the Mahayana stage—he was an Emperor at the Tribulation Crossing realm!

Yuan Ruoyu stood up, her face solemn.

Ye Qingge also straightened up, her face turning gradually colder.

All the cultivators present were staring at the figure in the sky, stunned and breathless.

Only Ye Xi noticed their reactions, a faint glimmer flickering in his eyes as he smiled calmly.

Qiao Xi took a deep breath and asked in surprise, “Aren’t you shocked?”

“Shocked! Very shocked!” Ye Xi feigned a frightened expression and said, “So I need to eat more—otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t have enough strength to fight later!”

Qiao Xi: “…”

She couldn’t focus on eating hot pot now, finding herself unconsciously worried for Ye Xi.

If An Yuheng was an Emperor, could the other two An family ancestors be as well…?

But as she watched Ye Xi casually dip his meat and devour it in big bites, she muttered to herself, calling him a carefree scoundrel.

Fine!

If he’s not worried, why should I be? Let’s eat!

Meanwhile, over on the An family’s side, An Shanyuan took a deep breath as he observed the scene.

He couldn’t suppress his excitement.

If the An family could pass this trial safely, they would be destined for fame across the continent, rising to greatness.

A family with three Emperors—who could rival them in the cultivation world?

An Shanyuan took another deep breath, knowing it wasn’t time to celebrate just yet.

High above the open plain.

At this moment, Wei Yuan’s face was extremely grim, feeling the overwhelming power and aura from his opponent.

He felt utterly hopeless.

If his opponent were also at the Mahayana stage, he’d have confidence in his victory, regardless of who he faced.

But against an Emperor?

Wei Yuan knew he didn’t stand a chance—not even a little.

Although the Tribulation Crossing stage has early, middle, and late stages, even those at the early stage possess some mastery over the forces of natural law.

They can use the power of the law to establish a Dao Domain.

Within this Dao Domain, they are the absolute authority. Only someone else at the Tribulation Crossing stage could hope to break it.

This is why those at the Tribulation Crossing stage are honored as Emperors!

Wei Yuan knew this well, but retreating without a fight wasn’t his style.

“Daoist An, please enlighten me!”

He took a deep breath and let out a long roar, surging with boundless spiritual energy, and launched an attack with a powerful point of his finger.

“Yaochi Open Heaven Finger!”

This was one of Jade Pool Holy Land’s proudest abilities, incredibly powerful and domineering.

In an instant, the winds and clouds howled, and a massive shadowy finger rushed towards An Yuheng.

At first, it was just a single finger shadow.

But upon closer look, it multiplied, coming from all directions and closing in on An Yuheng with relentless force.

An Yuheng’s eyes revealed surprise, and he said solemnly, “Among those at the Mahayana stage, Daoist Wei Yuan is formidable indeed!”

“Unfortunately, you’re facing me!”

In the next moment, dazzling lights appeared around An Yuheng, brilliant and intense.

These were threads of Dao Laws, intertwining to form a Dao Domain.

Within this domain, water and fire intertwined, creating a small world of water and fire.

Boom!

The seemingly unstoppable finger shadows clashed with the water-fire Dao Domain, only to dissipate instantly, vanishing without a trace.

An Yuheng stood at the center, bathed in water and fire, like an invincible war god.

With a slight flick of his finger, a streak of fire shot out.

The flame turned into a thin line, reaching Wei Yuan in an instant.

Wei Yuan’s expression shifted drastically; he wanted to defend but was too late. Besides, an Emperor’s strike was nearly impossible to withstand.

Bang—

With a loud explosion, Wei Yuan was forced back several hundred feet. Stabilizing himself, he was surprised to find he wasn’t severely injured.

Wei Yuan looked up in astonishment and saw An Yuheng cupping his hands courteously.

“Daoist Wei Yuan, you have my respect!”

“Although this is a life-and-death duel, my An family only wishes to protect our ancestors’ peace, not to make enemies. Deciding victory is enough.”

These words caused many in attendance to reconsider their views on the An family.

As the person directly involved, Wei Yuan was especially grateful. “Thank you, Daoist, for showing mercy. This battle is my loss.”

With that, he turned and returned to the Jade Pool Holy Land’s position.

“Holy Lord, I…”

Yuan Ruoyu interrupted him. “Great Elder, you did well. Facing an Emperor, you upheld our holy land’s honor.”

Wei Yuan bowed his head in shame, deeply grateful.

Although the ‘Alliance’ lost the first match, no one blamed Wei Yuan.

But losing the first battle put them in a more challenging position.

The next match was crucial—they had to win, or there wouldn’t be a third.

The atmosphere grew tense.

On the An family’s side, the family disciples held their heads high, looking proud and defiant.

“Hmph! What does it matter if they join forces?”

“They still lost the first match! And if they lose again—”

“It’ll be over!”

“By then, who would dare provoke the An family?”

“An family, rise up!”

Hearing the excited chatter from the younger generation behind him, An Shanyuan felt a surge of pride but still hushed them with a stern whisper, “Quiet down. Show some respect!”

At that moment, the sky suddenly darkened.

It was as if all light had been swallowed up, and a dense black fog covered the heavens.

Moments later, a faint brightness returned, but everything remained shrouded in darkness. Everyone looked up in shock and saw a figure standing amidst the black mist.

Cold violet eyes gazed down at them.

“I, Emperor Zitong, will fight this battle!”

An Shanyuan’s heart sank.

An Yudu, full of fighting spirit, was about to take to the air when the eldest, An Yujun, held him back.

An Yujun shook his head and calmly said, “I’ll handle this one myself.”

Among the three ancestors, his strength was the greatest.

An Yujun could feel the power of this opponent and wanted to personally meet this mysterious Emperor.

“Fine,” An Yudu relented, though somewhat unwillingly. But upon second thought, he agreed this was the safest approach.

If they won this battle, the An family would triumph.

Even if they lost, he, another Emperor, would still be there to secure victory. Unless, of course, the opponent was also an Emperor.

“This old man will do his best!”

An Yujun took a step forward, and in the next moment, he appeared high in the sky, facing the Zitong Emperor.

Without wasting words, he directly activated his power, unleashing his Dao Domain. A grand landscape emerged around him.

There were mountains and rivers, seas and deserts!

Solid earth, vast plains—his Dao Domain was like a world within a painting, where he could wield the full might of this “world.”

Everyone watched this scene, tense and on edge.

“Two Emperors clashing!”

“It’s been centuries since something like this has happened, hasn’t it?”

“Who will win in the end?”

High above, before either side even struck, the sky was already churning, energy colliding with thunderous resonance.

In the next instant!

Zitong Emperor moved. Her Dao Domain unfolded like an endless world of darkness!

That world was shrouded entirely in shadow, devoid of any light.

Boom!

The dark domain spread furiously, its edges expanding relentlessly, encroaching on An Yujun’s domain.

An Yujun’s expression shifted drastically as he channeled his power, unleashing his techniques.

But it was all in vain!

He couldn’t halt the intrusion of her domain and could only watch as his own “territory” was gradually swallowed.

Smaller and smaller…

Until all that remained was pure darkness.

Seeing this, everyone’s eyes widened in utter shock, frozen like statues.

An Yudu gasped, “Complete domain suppression—how is that possible?”

Boom!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Within the darkness, bursts of explosive sound echoed. After all, An Yujun was an Emperor too—how could he just surrender?

Yet, no one could see the battle within that darkness.

Moments later!

In the endless dark, a blinding ray of light suddenly appeared, slicing the darkness in two.

Then, it vanished in a flash.

As everyone looked on in astonishment, An Yujun’s figure stumbled backward, nearly falling.

Blood trickled from his sleeve, dripping to the ground.

An Yujun’s face was ashen. “I’ve lost this battle!”

After a moment of hesitation, he asked, “May I ask what that technique was?”

There was a pause before a voice emerged from the darkness, “I call it ‘Heaven and Earth Thread.’”

“Heaven and Earth Thread! What a… what a remarkable technique!”

An Yujun’s face shifted with emotion, and he bowed deeply toward the darkness, “To be defeated by such a technique, An has no complaints!”

The dark mist began to retract, slowly dissipating as it drifted into the distance.

Only then did everyone snap out of their stupor, expressions of awe and exhilaration filling their faces as they looked in the direction of the retreating darkness, their gazes fervent with admiration and reverence!

Zitong Emperor!

With this battle alone, her name would never remain obscure; it would undoubtedly resound throughout the world!