Dou Qi Continent.
Jia Ma Empire.
Zhou Manor.
A grand wedding procession stretched for miles, with lanterns and banners decorating the scene in brilliant splendor. The manor was teeming with guests, a gathering of countless powerful figures.
"Look over there! That's one of the Eight Super Sects of the Eastern Profound Region in the Tianxuan Continent. It's said their strength rivals the top factions of our Central Plains!"
"That's the Three Sect Masters of Yuan Gate! It's rumored that all of them have reached the Samsara Stage, equivalent to our Half-Saint realm!"
"That's Dao Sect's Sect Master, Ying Xuanzi. He's also at the Samsara Stage. The two beauties beside him are his daughters!"
"They're stunning! I'd happily call him father-in-law!"
"Wake up! You're daydreaming in broad daylight. Who knows? They might soon become the wives of Master Zhou!"
"Look over there! That's Palace Master Huang Yueqing of the Nine Heavens Supreme Purity Palace. So many beautiful women—it's just like our Central Plain's Flower Sect!"
"That's Thousand Puppet Sect! I've heard that this super sect is extremely dominant and specializes in refining puppets."
The powerhouses of the Dou Qi Continent were captivated by the visitors from the Tianxuan Continent. Naturally, the Eight Super Sects of the Eastern Profound Region became the center of attention.
Among them, the Spirit Valley and Divine Sect, specializing in spiritual arts, the Sword Sect, dedicated to swordsmanship, and the barbaric and fearsome Desolate Hall, known for their body-refining techniques, all drew significant interest.
At the same time, the powerhouses from the Tianxuan Continent were equally intrigued by the Dou Qi Continent's elite.
"That's the Ancient Clan Leader, Gu Yuan…"
Dao Sect's Sect Master, Ying Xuanzi, turned his gaze toward the Ancient Clan's camp, where Gu Yuan stood at the forefront, exuding an overwhelming presence.
"No wonder he's a Nine-Star Dou Saint, on par with the pinnacle of the Threefold Reincarnation Tribulation. He's terrifying!"
Then, his eyes swept across the Thunder Clan, Medicine Clan, and other Ancient Clans. Most of these clan leaders were high-tier Dou Saints, at least Seven-Star or higher—each one comparable to the Threefold Reincarnation Tribulation realm.
"Incredible!"
The Three Sect Masters of Yuan Gate—Tian Yuanzi, Ren Yuanzi, and Di Yuanzi—couldn't help but marvel.
It wasn't until they attended Zhou Yi's wedding that they truly grasped the terrifying power amassed here.
Nearly ninety percent of the Dou Qi Continent's strongest experts had gathered in one place. The sheer might of this assembly was beyond comprehension.
In the Eastern Profound Region, Yuan Gate stood as the undisputed overlord. Even the other seven Super Sects had to give them due respect.
They were used to behaving tyrannically, unchallenged and arrogant.
Yet here, they dared not act recklessly at all. Compared to the many present, their strength was at best equivalent to Half-Saints.
Here, Dou Saints were as common as the clouds in the sky.
"Look! Master Zhou has arrived!"
A cry of excitement erupted, instantly pushing the atmosphere to its climax.
Under the eyes of countless onlookers, a fleet of azure luans soared through the sky in perfect formation, their wings tearing through the heavens. Standing atop one of the majestic creatures was Zhou Yi, his posture upright, his appearance refined—like an immortal monument, eternal and unshakable.
Dressed in resplendent robes, he was flanked by Xuan Yi, Bai Suzhen, Xiao Qing, Xuanyuan Qingfeng, and Xuan Su. Their wedding attire was as radiant as fire, and their beauty was unparalleled.
"There's no way to gauge his strength. He seems like an ordinary man, yet this is the peak of returning to simplicity—his mastery has transcended mortal understanding!"
Ying Xuanzi scrutinized Zhou Yi. His transcendent aura and unrivaled charm were truly without equal.
Even Ying Huanhuan and Ying Xiaoxiao, seeing Zhou Yi again, found themselves captivated anew.
Too handsome.
Like a jade gentleman from a distant land, an unrivaled young master.
Zhou Yi held a red silk ribbon in his left hand, with Xuan Yi, Xuan Su, and Xuanyuan Qingfeng holding the other end.
In his right hand, he held another red silk ribbon, grasped on the other end by Bai Suzhen and Xiao Qing.
As the procession reached the skies above Zhou Manor, Zhou Yi's gaze swept across the crowd. Suddenly, he locked onto an inconspicuous figure, his brows twitching slightly.
"My Zhou Manor welcomes all guests, but I do not tolerate those who skulk in shadows."
"Master Zhou is truly formidable—his keen eyes see through all!"
Under Zhou Yi's piercing gaze, the unassuming figure let out a hearty laugh and cupped his hands.
"I mean no harm, only to offer my congratulations. I hid my identity merely to avoid disturbing Master Zhou's wedding."
"You have quite the nerve. A mere Demon King dares intrude upon my wedding? Do you think I won't kill you?"
Zhou Yi's voice turned cold, his gaze sharp as a blade. The man's skin instantly cracked apart.
Then—
An endless surge of demonic energy erupted, staining the sky in pitch-black hues. Space twisted violently, splitting open into a grotesque and gaping rift!
Within the abyss of dark energy, a viscous shadow darted toward the spatial fissure, attempting to escape.
"You think you can run?"
Zhou Yi's voice carried disdain as he raised his hand and pointed toward the rift.
In an instant, the demonic energy within the spatial fissure froze. Even the space itself seemed to solidify, transforming into a golden hue.
The shadow crashed into it, only to be violently rebounded.
Hand of Midas.
A divine ability Zhou Yi had acquired in the past—this was its first real test.
The results were satisfactory.
Even space itself could be locked in place.
Realizing escape was impossible, the shadow began to writhe, and under the watchful eyes of countless experts—
A colossal black throne slowly materialized in the sky.
Seated upon it was a figure, clad in regal purple robes. His appearance was eerily human, yet behind him unfurled a pair of terrifying demonic wings, shimmering in an ominous purple-gold hue. Each extension of his wings radiated waves of destructive energy.
His eyes, deep and violet, bore no trace of emotion—like the very gaze of death itself.
"So this is the Demon King Master Zhou spoke of?"
"What kind of abomination is this? It looks utterly sinister!"
"That demonic aura is overwhelming—absolutely repulsive!"
"This Demon King is undoubtedly up to no good!"
"To dare disrupt Master Zhou's wedding? He must have a death wish!"
The Dou Qi Continent's experts erupted in discussion, their battle intent surging.
Meanwhile, the powerhouses of Tianxuan Continent looked on with grave expressions, their eyes filled with a mixture of curiosity, dread, and wariness.
"This is the legendary Demon King?"
"The instigator of the first Great Cataclysm?"
"Such wicked energy!"
"He's incredibly strong—likely on par with the Samsara Stage!"
Ying Xuanzi, Huang Yueqing, and the others fixed their eyes on the Demon King, their minds in turmoil.
"Master Zhou, is this how you treat your guests?"
The Demon King, seated upon his throne, eyed Zhou Yi warily. "I am Tian Ming. Master Zhou may address me as King Tian Ming."
Zhou Yi merely smirked. "Even the Demon Emperor himself would find no escape from here."
"Impudence! The Emperor cannot be insulted—"
Before Tian Ming could react, a colossal black-and-white head appeared in his vision—
And in the next instant, he was swallowed whole.
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