Chapter 1442, Tremors Across the Cosmos

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

After giving his mandates to the Primordial Elves, Yu Zi Yu turned his back on the tranquility of the Nine Realms.

 

[Now that the matter of the Peach Grove has been arranged… next  is…]

 

As he pondered his plans, a faint, predatory smile, filled with anticipation, touched his lips.

 

…

 

In the days that followed, the silence of the cosmos was shattered.

 

Like ripples on a dark pond, four proclamations surged across the Starry Sky.

 

“In  the Myriad Races Alliance, the Dragon Clan hereby nominates the Demon Emperor as our Alliance Leader.”

 

“In the Myriad Races Alliance, the Buddhist Sect hereby nominates the Demon Emperor as our Alliance Leader.”

 

“In the Myriad Races Alliance, the God Race hereby nominates the Demon Emperor as our Alliance Leader.”

 

“In the Myriad Races Alliance, the Phoenix Clan hereby nominates the Demon Emperor as our Alliance Leader.”

 

Four voices, belonging to the very pillars of the universe, spread throughout the cosmos, leaving the lesser powers of the cosmos in a state of breathless, terrified shock.

 

“The day has finally come,” the Sect Master of the Sword Sect whispered, a look of profound weariness crossing his face as he stood atop the highest peak of his domain.

 

The signs were already there, but to see it manifest so suddenly, and under such a singular figure, was another matter entirely.

 

It was logical, in a brutal sort of way.

 

The Buddhist Sect and the God Race were bleeding, their pride humbled by the relentless tide of the Void Race.

 

They were desperate enough to seek any shelter, no matter the cost.

 

As for the Dragons and Phoenixes, their ancient blood-feud with the Heavenly Court was a wound that never closed.

 

They had watched the Demon Emperor—a man whose presence could swallow the world, shatter the Heavenly Court’s prestige and crush the legendary Vajra Ring like glass.

 

Such a feat was nothing short of astonishing.

 

And in that moment of destruction, he hadn’t just defeated an enemy; he had claimed the support of the ancient beasts.

 

“The union of five titans, I cannot tell if this is the dawn of a golden age or the beginning of a long, dark night.”

 

With a weary sigh, he turned his gaze toward a corner, where space itself seemed to fray.

 

A swirling, obsidian vortex spun there.

 

“Whether it is fortune or disaster, I don’t know,” a voice echoed from the depths of the whirlpool, “Until I ascend to the Realm of Hegemony. I will not leave my seclusion.”

 

The Sword Sect Master’s shoulders slumped. “Junior Brother… must you be so detached?”

 

“I don’t wish to either, Senior Brother.” With a bitter laugh, the voice continued, “I have inherited the legacy of the Underworld and even become its Lord. This was once the most terrifying inheritance in the universe…yet now, I am suppressed by the Demon Emperor to the point I feel suffocated. If my damn master saw me cowering like this, he’d claw his way out of the grave just to slap the sense back into me.”

 

“…”

 

The Sword Sect Master was momentarily speechless, and at last gave up on trying to persuade his junior brother to emerge.

 

“One last word of advice, Senior Brother,” the voice from the vortex came again, warning as the Sword Sect Master turned to leave. “Do not provoke him. Do not even look his way. The Demon Emperor is far more terrifying than the stories suggest.”

 

“I know,” the Sect Master whispered. “I know.”

 

If others were to witness this scene, they would surely be shaken, because the Sword Sect Master, whose single command could summon countless swords, was actually a fellow disciple of the mysterious and unfathomable Lord of the Underworld.

 

Of course, they were not disciples under the same master.

 

Rather, the Lord of the Underworld had once been a prodigious genius of the Sword Sect, his talent even surpassed that of the Sect Master.

 

Later, he had fortuitously obtained the inheritance of the Underworld and ascended in one leap to become its ruler.

 

Thus, even after leaving the Sword Sect, he still addressed the Sect Master as Senior Brother.

 

However, that was not the important part.

 

What truly mattered was that these two mysterious and powerful forces in the Starry Sky had long since formed an alliance.

 

…

 

And it wasn’t just the Sword Sect. When other Forces learned of the five forces uniting to form the Myriad Races Alliance, they too could no longer remain calm.

 

Deep within the halls of the Immortal Palace, another top-tier force, the Elders of the Human Race sat in grim council.

 

“Should we join this Myriad Races Alliance?”

 

“Hard to say. Let’s observe for now.”

 

“Mhmm…”

 

Rare discussions echoed deep within the Immortal Palace as its Elders chose to wait and see.

 

…

 

But further away, in the swirling mists of the Chaos, the atmosphere was different.

 

“Demon Emperor, he eradicated the Heavenly Court, severed it’s tens of thousands of legacy. Also, he has opened Heaven’s Door already…”

 

A young man, the Peerless Genius of the Kun Peng Clan, stood at the edge of the chaotic mist, a smirk playing on his lips. “The Heavenly Court… they stole the inheritance of our ancestors eons ago. Now, they are finally reaping the show.”

 

A colossal shadow, hidden deep within the chaotic fog, stirred with a cold snort. “And this Demon Emperor? What of him?”

 

“His strength is an anomaly. It shakes both the past and the present,” the youth replied. Then, his voice dropped to a reverent tone. “And there is more. Lord Bell of Chaos… has acknowledged him.”

 

The moment those words fell, the entire Chaos seemed to freeze.

 

The Bell of Chaos.

 

The Primordial Imperial Artifact of the Ancient Heavenly Court—the true court of old.

 

It was the oldest, most enigmatic existence in the universe.

 

If it had chosen a master, it meant the mandate of heaven had truly shifted.

 

“Does this mean… our Ancient Court will return once?” the colossal figure murmured, a hint of long-lost hope bleeding into its voice.

 

“All signs are saying so,” the young man added. “The Dragons and Phoenixes didn’t just join him out of fear. They likely saw that he was acknowledged by the Bell of Chaos, and thus moved closer to him.”

 

Hearing this, the figures hidden within the chaotic mist all twitched at the corners of their eyes.

 

[Those Dragons and Phoenixes… they are really…

 

Well, never mind.

 

A wise person knows when to yield…

 

Those Dragons and Phoenixes are many things, but they are not fools. They’re survivors who know which way the wind is blowing.]

 

“So, what about us?” the question echoed through the fog, causing the gathered figures to fall silent.

 

What path should they take, it was a difficult question. Despite all their strength, the Kun Peng Clan was extremely small. Fewer than a hundred remained.

 

They could not afford a single mistake; every single decision had to be weighed with the utmost care.

 

Otherwise, they might bring disaster upon themselves. It was one thing if only they themselves suffered, but if they dragged their entire race into calamity, they would become eternal sinners in the eyes of their people.

 

After a long, agonizing silence, a colossal figure spoke with the weight of a mountain, “Peng Er. You possess the Innate Yin-Yang Body. You have mastered the Kun Peng Art. It’s time for you to venture into the world.

 

Go…assist the Demon Emperor… aid the Demon Court. Rebuild what was lost. Reforge the supreme authority of the Great Ancient Heavenly Court until it stands once more above the eight desolations!”