Chapter 222: He Actually Came - I, Thanks To My Unlimited Investment, Am Admired By Every Races

Chapter 222: He Actually Came

"What a massive appetite the Star-Moon Divine Sect has!"

High above in the heavens, the Seventh Prince of the Golden Crow Clan narrowed his eyes, cold light flashing within them. Staring at that mighty figure in the sky, icy killing intent surged from the depths of his gaze.

"Hei Yu, make your move!" he ordered solemnly.

"Yes, Your Highness!"

The one called Hei Yu was also a Divine Palace Realm cultivator. The aura surging from him was as deep and boundless as an abyss, unfathomable, like that of a god incarnate.

Clutching a pitch-black demonic blade, Hei Yu stepped into the skies. With a single motion, countless blades of light exploded outward, transforming into a vast ocean of swords. As far as the eye could see, the heavens were filled with endless black sabers, slashing toward the firmament, intent on cleaving it apart.

At the same time—from several other directions, a number of other Divine Palace Realm experts also struck.

Each one of them was incomparably powerful.

None of them wished to see the Star-Moon Divine Sect monopolize the Scripture Pavilion.

"The Star-Moon Divine Sect has provoked public outrage!"

A Divine Palace Realm expert of the Heavenly Heart Sacred Holy Land sneered as he watched the scene unfold above.

From its very name alone, the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect of ancient times could be guessed to be a sect that specialized in cultivating the physical body. They shared many similarities with the Star-Moon Divine Sect.

If the Star-Moon Divine Sect were to obtain their inheritance, the benefits would be beyond measure.

But it was precisely because of this that their greed now looked so ugly—trying to swallow everything alone, leaving nothing for anyone else.

Even the Seventh Prince of the Golden Crow Clan had been moved to strike.

That alone was enough to show just how dissatisfied everyone was with the Star-Moon Divine Sect’s actions.

"Back during the struggle over the Black Tortoise Essence Blood, the Star-Moon Divine Sect already lost one elder. Now they only have a few left. How can they possibly withstand the combined assault of all sides? Elder Wei Qiong’s move is utterly unwise!"

Another Divine Palace expert shook his head slightly, sighing.

"Speaking of which, the matter of the Black Tortoise Essence Blood has already concluded. Brother Li Xun should be making his way here soon, shouldn’t he?"

The Heavenly Heart Sacred Holy Son glanced into the void, yet found nothing.

It was as if Li Xun had no intention of coming at all.

From beginning to end, he hadn’t shown himself, almost as though he had abandoned this opportunity entirely.

"The Profound Sun Holy Son has already broken through to the Divine Palace Realm. If he comes, another earth-shaking battle is bound to erupt—"

An elder of the Heavenly Heart Sacred Holy Land was still speaking when—

Boom!

From the farthest reaches of the horizon, a fist of light tore through the clouds and shattered the moon, blazing like a comet across the heavens, its tail flame trailing endlessly behind.

In an instant, it smashed down upon that colossal hand that had been covering the sky.

Dong!

The deafening detonation nearly ruptured the eardrums of countless weaker cultivators. Many nearly went deaf on the spot, and even those who withstood it found their blood and qi surging wildly, leaving them short of breath.

Moments later—as they finally calmed the turbulence within their bodies and lifted their eyes again, what they saw left them shaken.

The enormous hand that had covered a thousand miles of sky was... gone.

The heavens were once more clear and vast.

Amid the clouds, Wei Qiong stood in gray robes, a wooden crown upon his head. His aged face was dark and uncertain, his sharp, hawk-like eyes glaring coldly toward the east.

"This...?"

Many people were utterly shocked.

Even the Golden Crow Clan’s Hei Yu, as well as the other Divine Palace experts, frowned slightly. Just a moment ago, they had all been ready to strike—but at the final instant, a fist of light from beyond the heavens shattered Wei Qiong’s technique.

Since Wei Qiong’s attempt had been thwarted, they naturally no longer had any excuse to act.

"Could it be... that the Northern Yu Divine Emperor has arrived?" someone muttered.

Within this small world, if one had to name the strongest figure, it would undoubtedly be the Northern Yu Divine Emperor. His cultivation had already reached the Half-Saint Realm, just a single step away from becoming a true Saint.

Once he endured the Saint Tribulation, he would ascend as a genuine Saint.

And only someone at that level could, with a single punch, shatter Wei Qiong’s mighty divine power.

"Not necessarily."

Another Divine Palace cultivator shook his head.

"Behind the Northern Yu Divine Emperor lies the Northern Yu Dynasty, founded in ancient times by a Great Emperor. They possess an Emperor Scripture. To them, ordinary inheritances are hardly worth a glance."

"The legacy left behind by the Great Strength Divine Demon Sect may be fine, but it is only that—fine. In the Northern Yu Dynasty, it would not even be considered precious. That Northern Yu Divine Emperor has no reason to fight over such a thing."

While speculation buzzed among the crowd—

Buzz!

A terrifying pressure suddenly swept across the heavens. The oppressive might surged like a tidal wave, enveloping all directions.

Several powerful figures appeared, streaking across the sky at great speed.

In the blink of an eye, they stood before the gathered cultivators.

"It’s... Li Xun!"

"Brother Li!"

"He actually came!"

Exclamations erupted everywhere.

Among those figures, Li Xun stood out the most—clad in violet robes, his long hair cascading freely, his skin glowing like polished jade. Every casual gesture carried an awe-inspiring dominance.

Beside him were Qin Xueyi, Xiao Fan, and Jiang Taixuan.

As for the Northern Yu Divine Emperor and the other Divine Palace experts, they had already departed. After all, they were only assisting Li Xun out of courtesy, and were not his subordinates. Once the matter of the Black Tortoise Essence Blood ended, they had all withdrawn.

"It’s the Holy Son!"

The disciples of the Profound Sun Holy Land—still at the Divine Power Realm—lit up with joy upon seeing Li Xun. They hurried forward to bow in greeting.

Before Li Xun’s arrival, they had been like invisible spectators, too afraid to approach.

After all, the ones present were all mighty Divine Palace experts. For mere Divine Power Realm disciples, stepping too close was risking instant death. Even if they were slaughtered on the spot, they’d have nowhere to seek justice—every single cultivator here had a background of unimaginable weight.

But with Senior Brother Li Xun present, things were different.

They had heard the rumors: Li Xun had already stepped into the Divine Palace Realm. With him as their support, they now had a towering backer to rely on. No longer would they need to tread carefully under others’ gazes.

"Li Xun has grudges with many here... the fact that he still came means we’re about to see quite the show."

A young man in black-and-white robes laughed softly. His refined, scholarly demeanor made him stand out.

He was none other than the Holy Son of the Yin-Yang Holy Land, a cultivator of terrifying strength. Behind him stood four Divine Palace elders of his sect, a force that could not be underestimated.

But at the moment, they showed no intent to move.

After all, they bore no enmity toward Li Xun. If they were to step in now—whether to help one side or seize the Scripture Pavilion themselves—they would instantly become the target of all others.

Far better to wait until the dust settled, then decide whether to act.

"Li Xun!"

Suddenly, a furious roar rang out.

Wei Qiong of the Star-Moon Divine Sect glared coldly, his voice deep and venomous:

"You killed Elder Hong of my sect. I have yet to settle that debt with you. To think you would dare come of your own accord today!"

"Today, I shall use your blood to honor Elder Hong’s spirit in the afterlife!"

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