Chapter 358: The Battle-Heaven Clan - Part 1
She lifted her gaze, scanning the crowd. Only the disciples of the Great Dream Nine Abysses Sect cheered her name. The rest watched in silence, their expressions a mix of astonishment, complexity, and solemnity.
From their eyes, she could still sense the lingering fear of her identity—one born of the Calamity Clan. Ten thousand years of entrenched prejudice could not be overturned by a single battle.
She remembered what the clan elders had told her: for the Calamity Clan to be truly vindicated, one of their own had to follow a true Immortal Emperor. As long as an Immortal Emperor spoke on their behalf, no slander would stand.
Back then, in her youthful arrogance, she’d answered them: if she failed to win the favor of an Immortal Emperor, then she would become one herself.
She had fought with all her strength in this battle. But she still did not know whether she had caught the attention of an Immortal Emperor.
Her eyes turned toward the Supreme of the Celestial Palace, suspended in the heavens above. His gaze was like the sun and moon, sweeping over all creation, yet it did not rest on her.
Yuexi's eyes dimmed slightly. She bit her lip.
She knew her victory had relied heavily on the power of her bloodline. In terms of mastery over the essence of the Dao, she still had much room to grow.
At the very least, she had to catch up to Li Hao.
At this thought, she glanced at Li Hao, eyes filled with respect.
Only after fighting Qin Xiangyu did she fully grasp just how terrifying her little junior brother truly was.
If it had been him instead of her… he probably would’ve won effortlessly.
As Yuexi’s victory concluded, the eighth match began.
The attention of the Southern Domain audience slowly shifted to the next group.
Yuexi sat quietly to the side, replaying the sensations of her battle and the power she had drawn upon.
Aside from her bloodline’s might, she also felt as though she had touched upon the will and faith of her ancestor—as if, across endless spans of time, the ancestor had passed down strength through blood and spirit.
Could it be… her ancestor hadn’t fully perished?
She fell into deep thought.
Meanwhile, in the royal court of the Wangqin Immortal Dynasty:
“Don’t be upset, Xiangyu. If any of those Great Dream Nine Abysses Sect people run into us again, I’ll make sure they pay for this.”
A young man addressed Qin Xiangyu.
She seemed dazed. At his words, her expression shifted and she shook her head.
“A loss is a loss. I accept it. She really was strong.”
“Don’t overthink it. That Calamity Clan girl? She doesn’t deserve to step on the prestige of our Wangqin Imperial Clan just to make a name for herself. Hmph.”
The young man’s gaze was full of disdain. He waved a hand to silence her protest, already set on his course.
Qin Xiangyu’s face darkened. Irritated, she said, “This is my matter. Don’t interfere.”
“The dignity of our imperial clan must be avenged. Whether you like it or not, it has nothing to do with you.”
He cut her off coldly.
Qin Xiangyu’s expression soured further. She turned her head, casting her gaze toward the Great Dream Nine Abysses Sect’s encampment—where laughter and cheers still rang in celebration of the victorious girl.
For a moment, she was dazed. Could the Calamity Clan really be… this well-liked?
On the Emperor’s Platform, the eighth match reached its climax and soon ended.
One of the combatants was Jin Ziyin—the same youth who had previously vied for the Emperor’s Platform against Li Hao. He emerged victorious.
Quickly, the ninth match followed, and then the tenth.
“It’s almost your turn,” the Great Dream Master said, glancing toward a disciple of the Shuyuan lineage.
This youth had survived thanks to Li Hao’s protection and had made it into the top hundred—a rare prodigy among the scholars of Shuyuan. His presence in the Southern Domain’s grand tournament was already a point of honor for their sect.
“Mm.” The youth nodded, his entire being suffused with scholarly air.
His path was the Poetry and Calligraphy Dao, whose pinnacle could, in theory, transcribe the very will of the Heavenly Dao and pass it on to mortals. But from ancient times till now, no one had ever truly reached that realm. It remained the ultimate pursuit in the hearts of those who followed the literary path.
Before long, the eleventh match was called.
Song Shuhai cupped his hands to the Great Dream Master, then gave a respectful nod to Li Hao, before quickly ascending to the Emperor’s Platform.
At once, a wave of cheers erupted from his sect.
Back in the Yanchu region, within the domain of the Great Dream Nine Abysses Sect, the Shuyuan disciples burst out in excitement.
“Senior Brother Song Shuhai! Finally, it’s his turn!”
“Senior Brother from Shuyuan, go! If he can break into the top fifty, that would be heaven-defying!”
“You can do it!”
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