Chapter 57 The Imperial Pass Trembles! The Supreme Being of the Immortal Palace Appears
Su Ling closed his eyes, and his Immortal King-level primordial spirit suddenly expanded, attempting to follow the fishing line to sense the unknown "primordial universe".
There was nothing there.
Nothingness.
There wasn't even a trace of cause and effect.
The fishing line stretched out, disappearing not into a world, but into "non-existence" itself.
Su Ling opened her eyes, her forehead beaded with a fine layer of cold sweat.
Not sensing it is more terrifying than sensing it.
This means that the dimension of that universe is so high that he simply cannot reach it.
A chill ran through him.
But they could only suppress it by force.
For now... let's just pretend we didn't catch anything.
Anyway, the fishing line is still in the water, and the hook hasn't been pulled up yet.
As long as he doesn't actively raise the rod, that thing temporarily "doesn't exist."
Su Ling took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.
He turned his head and looked at Gu Yuena.
The little one is still crying.
Her long, silvery-white hair clung messily to her cheeks, her small body trembled, and tears streamed down her face.
"Don't cry."
Su Ling's voice remained cold.
But this time, there was a hint of helplessness in that coldness that even he himself didn't realize.
Gu Yuena was so frightened that she shut up instantly.
She suddenly covered her mouth, her purple-gold eyes wide open, blinking frantically, trying to hold back her tears.
But the tears wouldn't listen to me and kept falling down in a steady stream.
She could only cover her mouth tightly, letting out faint, sobbing sounds from her throat.
Like a little animal that has been scolded, wanting to cry but daring not to.
Su Ling looked at her like this and remained silent for a moment.
He sighed almost imperceptibly.
I owed you from my past life.
He reached out his hand.
He pulled that small, wet, trembling body into his arms.
Gu Yuena froze.
She lay in Su Ling's arms, her mind blank.
The scent that captivated her lingered around her nose.
She froze for a full three seconds.
Then--
"Waaah..."
A soft, gentle sob escaped from deep within her throat.
She carefully buried her face in Su Ling's chest.
I dared not use force, only to touch it lightly.
Su Ling glanced down at her.
The little guy buried his whole face in his chest, only his two bright red ear tips showing.
Her shoulders were still trembling slightly, but the crying had stopped.
Only the occasional sob proved that she was still calming down.
Su Ling raised his head and looked at the female Kunpeng.
Those eyes, reflecting the rise and fall of the Milky Way, were as calm as still water.
"I'll support her, is that alright?"
His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable certainty.
"It's not like we're short of money for her meal."
The female Kunpeng stood not far away, watching this scene.
She looked at Gu Yuena, who was nestled in Su Ling's arms.
She suddenly felt that her face, which had been cold for millions of years, was about to break down.
She really wants to hug her own baby too!
But once her own child grows up, she won't let him hold her anymore.
Now that she had actually picked up the little silver dragon, she felt a mix of bitterness and envy.
The female Kunpeng closed her eyes.
When he opened his eyes again, his golden eyes had returned to their icy coldness.
"what ever."
Her voice was faint, as faint as a snowflake falling on ice.
Gu Yuena nestled in Su Ling's arms, secretly lifting her face to glance at the female Kunpeng out of the corner of her eye.
The woman turned and left.
Gu Yuena secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She buried her face back in Su Ling's chest and gently nuzzled against him.
It's so warm.
It smells so good.
She squinted her eyes contentedly, her purplish-gold pupils curving into crescents.
The silver-white dragon tail behind him swayed slightly without him noticing.
But just then—
"Gurgle..."
A clear and loud growl came from her stomach.
Gu Yuena froze.
She slowly raised her head and met Su Ling's calm eyes.
The purple-gold eyes were still shrouded in lingering moisture.
She looked at him expectantly, her little mouth slightly pouting, her voice soft and sweet, carrying a hint of guilty grievance:
"My stomach...I'm hungry again."
Su Ling: "..."
He suddenly wondered if he had spoken too definitively.
It's not like we're short of money for her meal.
He looked down at the patch of "greenery" that had been stripped bare not far away.
He fell into deep thought.
...
Perfect World, Imperial Pass
A terrifying pressure swept through the Imperial Pass, spreading throughout the entire Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
The heavens and earth trembled violently.
The void wailed, the stars trembled, and even the walls of the Imperial Pass creaked under the weight.
Countless people's expressions changed drastically, terrified by the supreme power.
They looked up at the sky and saw an unimaginably vast Dharma image gathering.
The illusory image of the Immortal Palace appeared above the Imperial Pass and the Time-Space City.
It was an ancient and simple palace, entirely bronze in color, and engraved with patterns of flying immortals.
A tremendous force erupted, as if the heavens and earth were created.
Time flows on, just as in the beginning of heaven and earth, the universe was born.
In an instant—
"puff!"
Numerous muffled groans emanated from the cult leader's mouth.
They coughed up large amounts of blood, their faces deathly pale.
Those ancient sect leaders who had lived for hundreds of thousands of years and ruled over their respective regions couldn't even withstand the opponent's aura.
On the walls of the Imperial Pass, soldiers' eyes were bloodshot, their vision crimson.
But they did not fall.
They stared intently at the sky, their hands gripping their weapons trembling, their whole bodies shaking, yet they stood firm.
Supreme power!
That is the power of the supreme!
"Has it been an invasion from another realm?"
Someone muttered to themselves, their voice filled with fear.
The words had barely left his mouth when he was pulled back by someone nearby.
"Look closely! That's... the Celestial Palace!"
The Celestial Palace.
The oldest, most mysterious, and most fearsome lineage in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
Legend has it that behind the celestial palace resides a true immortal.
His style of doing things is extremely domineering.
To achieve their goals, they resort to any means necessary, and the cruelty to the most promising talents has become commonplace.
Legend has it that even the Heavenly Emperor suffered persecution from the Celestial Palace before attaining enlightenment.
"How dare he?"
The young cultivator gritted his teeth, his voice suppressing his anger.
"Recklessly unleashing his aura, provoking the Heavenly Emperor! Isn't he afraid—"
Before he could finish speaking, his mouth was covered by an elder.
"Shut up! Do you want to die?"
But what that young man said was exactly what everyone was thinking.
Heavenly Emperor.
Thirty years ago, he single-handedly defeated the Immortal King An Lan, forced back the alien army, and protected the existence of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
He was revered by all races and worshipped as the Heavenly Emperor.
Now, someone actually dares to exert pressure and come to our door to provoke us?
Everyone looked up at the image of the Buddha in the sky.
For millions of miles, it blotted out the sky and blocked out the sun.
The power of the stars burst through the air, forming a projection that flowed into the Dharma body.
A murderous aura swept across countless worlds.
Everything was frozen and silent, like a cicada in winter.
"Xuan Tian—"
The supreme being spoke.
The sound was like thunder, piercing through the heavens and the earth.
Every word that falls is like a heavy hammer striking the hearts of millions of living beings.
"I have arrived."
"Come out and meet me."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire heavens and earth trembled.
Countless powerful figures looked horrified.
They addressed the Heavenly Emperor by his Daoist title!
What exactly is this thing?
The Dharma image gradually solidified, revealing its true form.
He was an old man.
His face was withered and decayed, his skin like dried tree bark, layer upon layer.
His eyes were deep-set, yet sharp as an eagle's, and cold as a frozen pool.
The aura he exuded chilled all living beings.
Even the renowned Supreme Being changed color slightly and took a half step back.
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