Chapter 1989: The Appearance of a Cultivation God

“A Cultivation God has appeared!”

“What?! Impossible! Why would a Cultivation God intervene, especially when the Celestial Emperor is involved?”

“Are we sure they are a Cultivation God? There are only a handful of them in the entire Nine Heavens, and I recognize everyone but this individual.”

“That presence… that aura… There’s no doubt about it. This individual is a Cultivation God.”

“Are you saying this is not just the appearance of a Cultivation God but the appearance of a new one?”

The spectators’ astonishment deepened as realization struck—this was an unfamiliar Cultivation God, one whose presence had never graced the public eye. Cultivation Gods were figures of renown, their names etched into the annals of history. For such a being to appear unrecognized could mean only two things: they had either remained hidden in the shadows for an unknown amount of time, or they had just recently reached the pinnacle of cultivation.

“Their appearance may be new, but that unfathomable aura… It’s much stronger than that one Cultivation God I saw a few years ago, so they must’ve been a Cultivation God for quite some time now.”

As the spectators racked their brains trying to figure out the Cultivation God’s identity, the Celestial Emperor wore a deep frown on his face when he realized that someone was trying to stop his Divine Judgment. In the entire Nine Heavens, only Cultivation Gods could possibly defy him, a fellow Cultivation God.

“Who are you, and why are you interfering with my work?” the Celestial Emperor spoke, his voice booming through the realms and resounding before the Cultivation God.

A slight smile tugged at the lips behind the veil, but the Cultivation God did not respond to the Celestial Emperor.

The Cultivation God raised their hand and pointed toward the colossal sword in the sky, revealing a pair of fair, jade-like hands, smooth, unblemished, and adorned with slender fingers. The graceful motion, coupled with the subtle rise of her chest beneath the robes, left little doubt that this mysterious figure was a woman.

“This new Cultivation God is definitely a woman! Looks like we will have more than one female Cultivation God now.”

With this new revelation, the spectators began narrowing down the possible identities of the mysterious Cultivation God. Their minds raced through the annals of history, recalling every female cultivator who had ascended to the peak of the God Ascension Realm within the last few million years.

“It’s hard to tell with her robes, but her figure resembles the Fairy Sword Empress.”

“No, the Fairy Sword Empress is a little shorter.”

“Why are we even using appearance details to figure out their identity? If this individual is trying to hide their identity, it’s very likely that they’re also disguised. She could be a he for all we know.”

The very next moment, the sword began being pushed toward the sky, its pressure on the Dragon Spiral Mountain weakening.

“Heavens! This Cultivation God is firm on defying the Celestial Emperor!”

While the other Cultivation Gods aren’t all on friendly terms with the Celestial Emperor, none of them have shown such obvious defiance, either. After all, nothing good comes out of offending the most influential individual in their world.

Seeing the Cultivation God’s defiance, the Celestial Emperor no longer went easy. He was aware that his actions were being spectated by powerhouses all over the Nine Heavens. If he were to lose to some unknown Cultivation God, he’d lose an immense amount of face.

The Divine Judgment began descending again with even more pressure.

“…”

Confirming that the Celestial Emperor had no intention of backing out, the Cultivation God also began pushing back seriously.

The clash between the Celestial Emperor and the mysterious Cultivation God unleashed shockwaves that tore through the Seventh Heaven, their force so great they stirred tsunamis that reached the heavens in the surrounding seas.

As for Dragon Spiral Mountain—positioned directly beneath their titanic clash—it continued to sink beneath the mounting pressure, with more than half of its once-majestic peak now swallowed by the surrounding waters.

Though countless eyes bore witness to the unfolding battle, none dared to intervene—not even those from Heaven’s Mandate. When Cultivation Gods clashed, the heavens themselves held their breath. No one below their realm could hope to endure such a storm; only another Cultivation God could survive, let alone stand a chance of interfering.

Of course, among the spectators were other Cultivation Gods. Yet their attention was not on the battle itself, but on the newcomer—an unknown deity whose sudden emergence stirred more curiosity.

“Your Majesty! The Celestial Council has arrived outside the palace, and they are demanding that you halt your actions!” someone suddenly said.

Yet, rather than relent, the Celestial Emperor surged with even greater power.

BOOM!

The Divine Judgment pulsed with such overwhelming force that fractures began to web across its radiant surface. The Cultivation God was instantly driven back, her figure forced to retreat beneath the sheer weight of the blow.

Despite being forced back, the Cultivation God smiled, her voice calm yet laced with an imperious edge as she spoke, “So this is the power of this era’s Celestial Emperor? You’re scarcely an improvement over your predecessors—perhaps even their lesser.”

The spectators gasped in disbelief at the Cultivation God’s brazen mockery—words so audacious that even other Cultivation Gods would not dare think of them.

“…”

Upon hearing those words, the Celestial Emperor, who had never felt such anger since ascending to his throne, began to tremble, his long-held composure finally fracturing.

“This son of…”

Having his most sensitive weakness poked, the Celestial Emperor instinctively unleashed an even greater surge of power, his fury fueling a force beyond restraint.

“Is the Celestial Emperor trying to bring ruin to the Seventh Heaven?!”

The spectators, once watching with idle fascination, now found their amusement replaced by growing unease and fear.

“Hmph. Your temper is as feeble as your strength.”

The Cultivation God sneered coldly, flicking her sleeve with effortless disdain.

In the very next instant, the colossal sword—its surface already veined with fractures—shattered into countless shards, cascading down upon the Sea of Dragons like a merciless rain of divine blades.