Volume 3 - Chapter 382: Nine Sequences Immortal Seal of the Imperial Dao - Part 3
That place lay under the watchful eye of a Supreme, deep in the heart of the Southern Domain. Not even her father would dare venture there, let alone her. Now, she could only stand and watch helplessly as the human who had shared her days and nights for months faced death before her eyes.
Aside from the sorrow over losing someone with such marvelous culinary skills, she also felt a deeper sense of pity and regret. That youth had felt different from other humans. With his death, it was as though the world had lost yet another color.
At that moment, as the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Immortal Lord realm burst forth, the violent immortal power summoned by the All-Heavens Star Vein caused Li Hao’s hair to whip about wildly. His body felt as if it were being pushed backward by a storm, unable to remain standing—as though he stood before a crashing tide that could drown him at any moment.
The difference in strength was so vast it defied comprehension. Just the pressure alone was enough to drag his body forward.
Li Hao’s gaze grew darker and deeper. He didn’t know whether burning every last drop of his bloodline, tearing apart his body from within, and unleashing the All-Heavens Star Vein at full force—pushing every Extreme Realm to the limit—would be enough to sever even a single feather from his opponent’s wings.
As he built up his strength, a majestic and radiant Dharma Image rose behind Ji Ming. It was as if an ancient emperor was rising from the earth, radiating a towering presence that reached the heavens. That Dharma Image even contained a trace of Imperial Might—the aura that only a true Immortal Emperor could wield!
That single trace of Imperial Might was equivalent to the Imperial Will that Li Hao had once invoked with his Five Absolutes Imperial Sword!
Seeing this, all those who still harbored hope for Li Hao now let it die. Despair filled their eyes.
Then, golden light surged across Ji Ming’s forehead, revealing a golden crack like a third eye from ancient times. From this Imperial Mark emanated a profound and oppressive power—an ancient, sealed force unique to the Imperial Clan.
This power allowed him to easily crush opponents of the same realm and even slay stronger foes from a higher cultivation realm.
All around, wind and cloud surged. Heaven and earth were swallowed in immortal force. The sun and moon lost their light. Ji Ming stood at the center of it all, as if he were the very axis of the world—the only light left in existence.
The oppressive pressure spread across the mountaintop. All the Immortal Lord realm participants, including those from various corners of the Southern Domain, turned pale.
As fellow Immortal Lords, they could sense how terrifying that pressure was—how utterly overpowering.
Even peak Immortal Lords from faraway lands now wore grim and conflicted expressions.
They had the creeping suspicion that if they were to face this Imperial Clan’s quasi-heir, they might not win.
They had cultivated for tens of thousands of years—some even seventy or eighty thousand—yet could not compare to this nine-hundred-year-old monster.
“He’s going to die…”
Next to Chu Tianhuang, Chu Yueli stared blankly at the scene before her. Her expression shifted again and again, before finally settling on a mix of pity and sharp resentment toward the youth.
As for grief? There was none. To her, that boy was merely someone who might have helped elevate her standing within the Imperial Clan.
“Di… Jiming…”
Far from the center, at the edge of the Myriad Mountains Sword Tower’s gathering of disciples, Lin Qingying stared up at the sky. The webs of the All-Heavens Star Vein reflected in her pupils. Her hands were clenched so tightly that her fingernails had pierced into her palms, yet her expression remained as calm as still water. Only her heart quietly chanted his name.
She did not fling herself into battle in a blaze of righteous fury. No—when despair and sorrow reached a certain threshold, what was left was stillness… and a hatred so profound it could not be described.
She would live on.
She would train, endure, and give everything—no matter the cost—to gain power. Power to kill that man.
Even if he belonged to the Imperial Clan. Even if he was a quasi-heir. Even if he might one day become a true Imperial Heir.
In this moment, she understood clearly: her life’s only purpose now was vengeance.
At that moment, immortal force gathered across the heavens. Around Ji Ming’s raised palm, threads of immortal laws formed chains that shimmered with the power of the grand Daos—metal, wood, water, fire, earth, as well as time, space, and more. The Nine Sequences power—he wielded them all.
And then, beneath the split golden mark on his forehead, an immortal seal emerged.
The Nine Sequences Immortal Seal.
But it was not ordinary.
A thread of golden silk coiled around it—the Imperial Mark!
This was a unique Immortal Seal that only the geniuses of the Imperial Clan could cultivate.
They called it the Imperial Dao Nine Sequences Immortal Seal!
It was even more powerful than a regular Nine Sequences Immortal Seal. And the additional golden silk—the Imperial Mark—was the symbol of the Imperial Clan’s bloodline and inheritance. A legacy forged through the efforts of the three great Immortal Emperors of the clan, bestowed as divine favor upon their descendants.
The moment this appeared, countless onlookers were left speechless, stunned into silence. They had expected this—none of it was truly a surprise. But witnessing it with their own eyes… that was something else entirely.
In every aspect of strength that had been revealed, this opponent had already completely overwhelmed Haotian.
And the gap in cultivation realm was even greater.
Forget about withstanding a palm strike—even a single finger might be enough to shatter him.
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