Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1532: 428: Chaos Unleashed (Double-Length, Finale Countdown: 23)

Previously on Beast Taming Patrol...
Rong Venerate returns to the Immortal Phoenix Sect with grim news: the Time Master of the South Wilderness has ascended to the ninth realm and leads a formidable army of high-level beasts fueled by ancient hatred. Despite the looming threat, Rong Venerate finds a path to his own breakthrough in the Space system, while Ji Qinghuan gains confidence through her new bond with the Spirit Master. Meanwhile, Lin Su tracks a group from the Hunyuan Taoist Sect and discovers their plot to ally with the Emperor Martial Palace against his sect. After learning they have betrayed the Guardian Beast Co-operation technique, Lin Su prepares to strike from the shadows.
A flicker of frigid light danced within Lin Su’s eyes. Disaster would have surely followed had the members of the Hunyuan Taoist Sect actually reached the Emperor Martial Palace. Fortunately, his arrival in the West Profound Domain had been perfectly timed. With that thought, Lin Su emerged from the void one step at a time, his form draped in the dark radiance of the Cooperation Light. The surging pressure he emitted caused everyone present to turn pale. The disciples of the Hunyuan Taoist Sect, in particular, looked as if they had seen a ghost the moment Lin Su appeared. “Lin Su! How are you here?!” “How am I here?” Lin Su let out a cold sneer. “I have you to thank for that!” He wasted no more words. With a sudden blur, he closed the distance between them. In the following breath, the surrounding void grew silent and solidified. Previously, Gui Gui had nearly overwhelmed these Martial Arts Extreme Realm experts while fighting alone; now that Lin Su was empowered by Guardian Beast Cooperation, they stood no chance at all. With a casual flick of Lin Su’s finger, the frozen space shattered like glass. The destruction left behind a terrifying black hole, a localized abyss leading to an unknown destination. The Martial Arts Extreme Realm experts, trapped within that solidified pocket of reality, were erased alongside the space itself, reduced to absolute nothingness. Lin Su waved his hand, brushing the lingering spatial debris into a corner until nothing remained. However, his expression suddenly stiffened. Within that empty void, a single glow persisted, remaining unbroken by his devastating strike. This is… Lin Su’s face shifted. In an instant, his figure blurred as he retreated at explosive speed. … At the heart of the West Profound Domain, a colossal peak stood in silent majesty. This massive mountain spanned a range of a million meters, possessing a grandeur that defied description. Even the majestic peaks of the Immortal Phoenix Sect seemed insignificant when compared to this giant. This mountain was known as Martial Emperor Peak. At its summit—the point on the Divine Martial Continent closest to the sun and moon—sat a glorious palace. It reflected the celestial brilliance of the heavens, glowing eternally whether it was day or night. This was the Emperor Martial Palace, the seat of power for the most formidable force in the West Profound Domain. Inside the palace's primary hall, thirteen figures sat cross-legged before a titanic statue. The statue depicted a resolute middle-aged man carved from immense, priceless jade. Reaching nine hundred and ninety-nine meters in height, the figure bore a sword and a halberd upon his back, radiating an aura of immeasurable power. Though the jade statue had stood for countless ages, it still hummed with the remnants of martial intent, possessing a might that could shake the earth. The thirteen individuals seated below were equally remarkable. Any outsider would be stunned to realize that every person in the room was a peak Martial Domain Realm expert. Among them, the leader was a mere step away from the ninth level of the Martial Domain Realm, while even the weakest among them possessed the strength of the fourth level. They represented the full Martial Domain Realm strength of the Emperor Martial Palace—the thirteen most powerful beings known to the world. The leading expert, the half-step ninth-level master, turned to the group and spoke slowly. “The Patriarch has awakened.” Those few words caused the other twelve experts to change color simultaneously. The Patriarch… In the Emperor Martial Palace, that title belonged to only one man. He was the legend who had established their sect and left an eternal mark on the history of the Divine Martial World. The Martial Emperor, Ye Lingjun! Typically, those in the Martial Domain Realm possess a lifespan of roughly a thousand years. Since nearly two thousand years had passed since the Martial Emperor’s rise, the world at large assumed he had long since passed away. Even many within the palace shared this belief. Only the inner circle—the thirteen masters present in this hall—knew the truth. Martial Emperor Ye Lingjun was still alive. However, his survival was maintained through a very specific method. The Martial Emperor existed in a state of deep, prolonged slumber, capable of waking only under extraordinary circumstances. Furthermore, every instance of awakening exacted a heavy toll on his being. Because of this, his successors were forbidden from disturbing him unless the sect faced a total catastrophe. “Palace Master, what crisis has occurred to disturb the Patriarch’s rest?” The Deputy Palace Master, an eighth-level Martial Domain Realm expert, asked with a deep frown. “None,” the Palace Master replied, slowly shaking his head. “This time… the Patriarch woke of his own accord.” “What?!” Shock filled the room. Since entering his slumber, the Patriarch had never once awakened without being summoned. What could have possibly triggered this? All eyes turned toward the Palace Master, as he was the only one capable of communicating with their founder. “After he woke, the Patriarch shared only one message with me.” The Palace Master spoke calmly, though his eyes were filled with gravity. “The calamity of the human race is returning.” “The calamity of the human race?” The gathered experts were baffled. What sort of disaster could earn such a title? The only event comparable was the era two millennia ago when the Ghost Energy Stone appeared, leading to the rise of the beasts and the slaughter of humanity. But those beasts had long ago been forced back into the South Desolate Territory… Suddenly, the Deputy Palace Master’s expression turned grim. “Is it that Time System immortal from the South Desolate Territory?” “It is,” the Palace Master confirmed with a slight nod. “That Time System immortal has now ascended to the ninth realm.” “I warned that such a creature would become a dire threat,” the Deputy Palace Master sighed, his face hardening. “A ninth-realm immortal…”