In the Mythical World, after Pangu’s death, his left eye became the sun and his right eye became the moon. In other words, his left eye *was* a sun, and his right eye, a moon.
Wu Tian was now using this very method, turning his left hand into a "Thunder Domain!" He could also feel his Spiritual Power repairing itself at a visible rate. Instantly, the vastness of his Immortal Spiritual Power reached the peak of the Fifth Grade of the Tongxuan Realm.
But that was nothing. The key was the "Heavenly Jue Formation" represented by the Thunder Qilin pattern on his left hand. Once deployed, this formation was bound to terrify so-called Array Masters.
Having completed all this, Wu Tian prepared to begin his cultivation. First, he split himself in two, creating his Avatar. This Avatar practiced Cultivation, not the Mysterious Fantasy Cultivation Method. As such, his realm could not be classified by this world’s standards. He had reached the level of a Scatter Immortal.
The levels of the Cultivation Realm are as follows: Scatter Immortal, Earth Immortal, True Immortal, Heavenly Immortal, Golden Immortal, Daluo Golden Immortal, and Great Luo Golden Immortal of Primordial Chaos.
Wu Tian said, "You can go cultivate inside the Nine Dragon Ring."
In the Nine Dragon Ring, a single day of cultivation was equivalent to countless years in the outside world. Once before, Wu Tian had achieved the rank of Immortal Emperor in just a few short years, all thanks to the Nine Dragon Ring.
"Alright!" This "Wu Tian" nodded immediately, turning into a streak of light and entering the ring.
The Nine Dragon Ring, a legacy of the Creation Martial Emperor, was extraordinarily mysterious. Relying on it alone, Wu Tian had once risen from a mere mortal to an Immortal Emperor. This time, however, he had more than just the Nine Dragon Ring.
How far would he go? He himself was eager to find out.
「A short while later...」
"The banquet for Master Yang and the other Array Masters is about to begin, Sect Leader. Let’s ride the war eagles over together," Si’er’s voice called from outside the door.
"Okay," Wu Tian replied.
He stepped out of the room to find that besides Si’er, the little one was also waiting. She immediately insisted that Wu Tian take her along; otherwise, she would get angry. Wu Tian smiled and had no choice but to agree.
The war eagles were ready. Wu Tian, Si’er, the little one, and their accompanying soldiers mounted the beasts and headed for the banquet. The event was being held in the very heart of the hundred nations, quite close to Xiuyuan Country, so they arrived shortly. After dismounting, they saw a guild hall being constructed in the valley. Although it was incomplete, even the visible fraction hinted at its colossal expense.
The valley was also filled with people—either royalty or the soldiers and Martial Artists who had come to protect them. As Wu Tian passed by, many people began pointing at him and whispering amongst themselves.
"Is that the man Prince Xiao Tian was talking about?"
"That’s him. I asked some people from Xiuyuan Country and even had a portrait made. It’s definitely him, no mistake."
"I heard the Heavenly King Country, the foremost of the hundred nations, is collecting evidence of his crimes to have him expelled."
"If he’s banished from our region, he probably won’t have anything to do with Ye Qingxian for the rest of his life. That Prince Xiao has done a fine job."
The surrounding crowd buzzed with gossip, but Wu Tian regarded their voices as nothing more than the barking of dogs. The little one and Si’er, however, looked upset. Their fists clenched tightly, and they barely resisted the urge to rush forward and teach the gossipers a lesson.
"After today, they will be plagued by misfortune," Wu Tian whispered. "Even drinking water could be enough to choke them to death."
His Spiritual Power was diminished, but he was still an Immortal Emperor. How could those who spoke ill of an Immortal Emperor not be cursed with bad luck? It was the same principle as cursing the heavens and being struck dead by lightning.
Prince Xiao Tian, who had arrived some time ago, had been looking for Ye Qingxian. When he couldn’t find her, his gaze fell upon Wu Tian, and he immediately approached. "You must be Wu Tian."
"Is there something you need?" Wu Tian asked, his tone level.
"I hear you’re acquainted with Ye Qingxian. Is that true?"
"Yes," Wu Tian nodded.
"Good. In that case, I’ll be direct. You are to stay away from Ye Qingxian from now on."
Hearing this, Wu Tian laughed. "She’s usually the one who comes to me."
"I don’t care," Prince Xiao Tian declared imperiously. "If she seeks you out, it is still your fault."
"That’s right," chimed in the Jade Concubine from Qin Country, who was naturally present at such an occasion. She stepped forward to add her support. "If you didn’t seduce her, why would my daughter pay you any mind? Tell me, how can you possibly compare to Prince Xiao Tian?"
"Hahahaha..." Upon hearing this, Wu Tian could no longer contain his laughter.
Everyone present—the kings, concubines, princesses, and princes of the various nations—was startled.
"Anyone with eyes can see that I am far above this so-called Prince Xiao Tian," Wu Tian said with a laugh.
"You!" Prince Xiao Tian roared, enraged and about to call for his soldiers.
"Shut up!" Wu Tian suddenly bellowed. His face turned grim, his eyes filled with an icy chill. At that moment, everyone in the valley felt an extreme, terrifying sensation wash over them. Wu Tian suddenly seemed less like a man and more like a Ghost God, striking fear into every heart.
"You’d best get out of my sight. Do that, and you might live for another half a month. Otherwise, you die now."
Wu Tian could already see that Prince Xiao Tian was terminally ill and beyond saving. He couldn’t be bothered with a fool who was already halfway to his grave yet remained completely oblivious. He turned and led Si’er and the little one away.
Not until Wu Tian’s figure had disappeared did everyone breathe a collective sigh of relief. They looked down to find their foreheads inexplicably slick with cold sweat.
"What in the world just happened?" someone muttered.
"I am the heir prince of a Three-Star Kingdom, and I was actually afraid of a nobody?" another whispered in disbelief.
"I was... I was actually intimidated by him."
At that moment, as Prince Xiao Tian came back to his senses, his face went pale with utter humiliation. If word of this gets out, Ye Qingxian will despise me even more.
Thinking this, Prince Xiao Tian’s eyes burned with resentment. Wu Tian, is it? What a name. You’re destined for failure! It’s just like my old name, Xiao Yan... fit only for an ant! Just you wait. I’ll show all of you what it means to arrive somewhere you can never leave. I’ll show you what it means to die in a foreign land.
Wu Tian and his companions continued to wander through the valley, which was packed with people who had some connection, big or small, to the royal families. Master Yang and the others had yet to arrive. And so, before the banquet had even officially begun, the crowd had formed, all waiting for just one man.
"Si’er."
Just then, a voice called out. A majestic, golden-armored general, who looked to be in his late twenties, was walking toward them. He wore a golden mask that concealed the upper half of his face, but he carried an indomitable air that could not be imitated. He clearly knew Si’er.
"Brother Yuwen," Si’er greeted him, then quietly began to explain to Wu Tian. Twenty-some years ago, the overlord of the hundred nations was not the Heavenly King Country, but the Jin Jian Country. Then, for unknown reasons, the Jin Jian Country was annihilated by the Heavenly King Country. And for reasons also unknown, a member of the Yuwen Family, the former royalty of Jin Jian Country, ended up serving as the Heavenly King Country’s undefeated Great General.