Chapter 1443, The Peerless Prodigy of the Kun Peng Clan

Translator:  Ashish

Translation Checker: Silvain

 

The Elder’s voice poured forth in a feverish torrent, growing more animated with every sentence. In that moment, it was as if the veil of time had been swept aside, and the golden, glorious epoch of their ancestors had been resurrected before his very eyes.

 

“Yes, Great Elder.”

 

The response came from a young man clad in robes of shimmering gold. His features were sharp, defined by an aquiline nose that lent him a predatory air, yet his handsomeness was undeniable. As he spoke, a faint smile tugged at the corners of his lips, and a spark of restless anticipation flickered in his gaze.

 

Truth be told, his curiosity regarding the current Demon Emperor had reached a fever pitch. If the opportunity to meet the sovereign face-to-face presented itself, he would not let it slip through his fingers.

 

With that final thought…

 

*Booooooom…*

Behind him, a pair of golden wings unfurled with a violent snap, vast enough to blot out the firmament.

 

In a heartbeat, his form dissolved into a searing streak of light, hurtling toward the depths of the starry expanse.

 

…

 

Meanwhile, within the Celestial Realm of the Demon Court…

 

Seated upon his high throne, Yu Zi Yu took advantage of this rare, fleeting peace to immerse himself in cultivation.

 

To the naked eye, visible undulations of power rippled along the golden web woven behind his back, surging into his frame in rhythmic waves.

 

Through the profound mysteries of the Willow Deity Art, he had extended his spiritual branches deep into the jagged folds of space and time. At every moment, he siphoned raw essence from the chronal currents, tempering and strengthening himself.

 

*Boooooom… Boooooom…* Under the weight of terrifying, thunderous vibrations, even the place where Yu Zi Yu resided started to groan.

 

A pressure so dense it felt tangible enveloped Yu Zi Yu’s residence, turning it into a restricted zone. Let alone ordinary Tier-5s, even Tier-6s dared not approach.

 

The pressure was simply crushing.

 

Right then, Yu Zi Yu’s eyes slowly drifted open, his gaze settling upon the silver ring in his right finger, a relic whose surface was marred with intricate cracks.

 

“Vajra Ring…” He murmured the name softly, as he scrutinized the Artifact with a thoughtful look.

 

Devastated as it was, it still remained an Imperial Artifact.

 

Take the fragment of the Tai Chi Diagram he possessed for instance, it was a treasure of immense value as it constantly produced Primordial Yin and Yang Energy.

 

While it could not truly rival the Tai Chi Diagram, it held one distinct advantage: its structure remained largely intact. Its raw power far eclipsed that of standard Tier-7 Divine Artifacts, even if its Quintessence was depleted and its True Spirit had long since faded into the void.

 

Now, narrowing his eyes slightly, Yu Zi Yu examined the silver ring more closely.

 

Race: Damaged Imperial Weapon — Vajra Ring

 

Abilities: Forged from refined divine steel and nurtured by sacred elixirs, it possesses abundant Spiritual Energy. It’s capable of myriad transformations; immune to water and fire; capable of ensnaring all things within the Heavens. It is a supreme tool of both absolute offense and defense.

 

 

Yu Zi Yu stared at the ring in silence.

 

[No wonder my very flesh felt revitalized while wearing it.

 

So it turns out that it is a reservoir of Spiritual Energy so immense that even the ‘leakage’ from its cracks is enough to provide constant nourishment to my body.]

 

It was a staggering feat.

 

Yu Zi Yu’s body was already an anomaly of terrifying power, yet this damaged Artifact could nourish it.

 

One could imagine just how extraordinary it was.

 

Even in its broken state, it was a king among Artifacts, capable of suppressing ordinary Tier-7 Artifacts with much ease.

 

Though this particular point, Yu Zi Yu chose to ignore.

 

No wonder wearing this imperial weapon gave him the sensation that his flesh was being nourished.

 

It turned out that the weapon itself contained immense spiritual energy. Even in its broken state, the energy leaking from it could still nourish the body.

 

And it was worth noting that Yu Zi Yu’s physical body was already terrifyingly powerful.

 

Yet even so, this broken imperial weapon could still nourish it. One could imagine just how extraordinary it was.

 

Moreover, it could still suppress certain ordinary Tier-7 divine Artifacts.

 

Though this particular point, Yu Zi Yu chose to ignore.

 

“Being able to nourish my body is already good enough,” he mused, a light chuckle escaping him.

 

His mind was already at work, drafting a purpose for the relic.

 

He had already decided to deliver this damaged Imperial Artifact to Old Ninth, tasking him to reforge it using the Nine Divine Metals.

 

If it could not be restored to its former glory, it would, at the very least, be elevated to the pinnacle of Tier-7 Artifacts.

 

He desired it for one simple reason: presence.

 

Lately, Yu Zi Yu had found himself caring more for such vanities.

 

Soon, he would ascend as the Alliance Leader, and a sovereign’s stature could not be allowed to falter.

 

It was not merely about his own image; it was about the iron-clad dignity of the Demon Court itself.

 

This broken ring had arrived at just the right time.

 

To wear an Imperial Artifact, even if it was a damaged one, would be enough to send tremors through the Myriad Races of the cosmos.

 

However, that was not all.

 

With a secret smile, Yu Zi Yu produced another fragment.

 

In the dim light of the palace, a thread of absolute black and a thread of pure white energy rose like incense smoke.

 

Immediately, the entire hall seemed to descend into a mysterious and profound state.

 

They were the Primordial Yin and Yang Energy—one dark, one light—twined around one another like the celestial twin fish of the Tai Chi.

 

This was the second fragment of the legendary Tai Chi Diagram.

 

Back then, the Tai Chi Diagram had split into three pieces. Now, Yu Zi Yu had obtained two of them.

 

“The Heavenly Court is truly generous! They continue to send me one magnificent gift after another.” A satisfied smile appeared on Yu Zi Yu’s lips.

 

He felt no guilt.

 

Some might call it plunder, but Yu Zi Yu preferred a more accurate term: reclamation.

 

The Heavenly Court had sat upon the stolen fortune of the Ancient Heavenly Court for aeons. For them to return a portion of that wealth to him, the only legitimate heir to that ancient legacy, was nothing more than the natural order asserting itself.

 

If anything, he felt the offering was still too meager.

 

“If only I could get my hands on a complete Imperial Artifact… that would be even better,” murmured Yu Zi Yu, a glint of expectation flashing in his eyes.

 

It was a fleeting spark of greed.

 

He knew all too well that complete Imperial Artifacts were not so easily tamed.

 

Even the Sixteen Holy Wings only allowed him to use it because of his transformation into the Fifth Seraph.

 

He caught himself and laughed softly at his own growing hunger for power.

 

Suddenly, his laughter died, as if sensing something.

 

“What brings him here?” he murmured, a note of genuine puzzlement entering his voice.

 

Far across the galactic expanse, the Peerless Prodigy of the Kun Peng Clan was approaching. This was an existence that had mastered the Kun Peng Art, a Grand Divine Ability.

 

Even now, with golden wings spanning the stars, the youth was crossing the galaxy in a blur of light, aiming straight for the heart of the Demon Court.

 

Yu Zi Yu considered for a moment, then rose to his feet.

 

Such a figure deserved a personal reception, not merely for the strength he possessed now, but for the Hegemon he was destined to become.

 

Potential like that was a tide even Yu Zi Yu would not ignore.

 

…

 

Deep within the starry expanse, the Kun Peng Prodigy suddenly felt a cold shiver race down his spine.

 

At that precise moment, a voice, vast, resonant, and heavy with the weight of mountains, echoed directly within his mind. “I was unaware that a scion of the Kun Peng had graced my borders. Pray, forgive the lack of a proper welcome.”

 

The instant the words fell, the youth’s perception of the universe buckled.

 

He watched in horror as the far reaches of the Starry Sky seemed to fold and stretch infinitely, until a figure slowly approached.

 

The figure’s movement might appear agonizingly slow, as though it was a leisure stroll through the void, but the reality was a violent contradiction: in a single heartbeat, the figure had traversed half a galaxy.

 

Before the prodigy could even gasp, Yu Zi Yu was standing before him.

 

What was even more breathtaking was its presence; it was suffocating.

 

It was a pressure so immense that the surrounding stars seemed to dim and tremble in its wake.

 

The young man’s body locked up; his muscles turned to stone, and his pupils shrank to needle-points.

 

[So this… is the Demon Emperor who has opened Heaven’s Door…]

 

The thought roared like a tempest in his mind. For the first time in his life, the peerless pride of the Kun Peng Clan felt his composure utterly shatter.