Follow the path of Dao from infancy Chapter 1872 Chapter 500: Quasi-Emperor's Hand (Part 3)
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His statement struck hard, slicing through the crowd's hearts like a razor-sharp blade.
Everyone except the major lineages from the Eastern Domain wore darkened faces, their looks growing quite grim.
Within the Emperor Clan and Dao Clan, several key figures knitted their brows lightly.
"Mingyuan, that Immortal Emperor's remarks come off as overly severe."
A senior from the Emperor Clan murmured; he stood at the pinnacle of the Immortal King Realm, having climbed to the 110th floor of the Heaven Tower.
"Severe though they sound, they're spot on."
Di Mingyuan kept his face neutral, merely creasing his forehead a bit.
Noting his demeanor, the rest of the Emperor Clan hesitated to press the issue.
They held deep respect for the Great Emperors, yet with their own Emperor in the family and that innate arrogance, they viewed confronting an Emperor differently than the outsiders did.
"Even if we can't lend a hand, I'll battle until my last breath for my clan!"
In a surge of fury, an Immortal King from the Ancestor Dragon Clan bellowed, his cry echoing like a mighty dragon's roar across the Abyss.
The Immortal Immortal Emperor shot him a glance, his gaze icy and unyielding, as though the Abyss's air grew frigid, the Heaven Tower turning into ancient frost.
A wave of bone-chilling cold swept over the masses, making them feel like they'd been thrown into a frozen void.
Suddenly, numerous expressions twisted in shock, all eyes turning in awe to the Immortal Immortal Emperor.
From the Heaven Tower's peak, two regal figures loomed over the mortals below, their stares frosty but bursting with immense power.
"If death is what you seek, I'll deliver it without delay."
The Immortal Immortal Emperor declared with chilling detachment: "The Ten Thousand Clans supply the means for your cultivation, Star and I stand here among you, guiding your path—not to show you ways to throw your lives away!"
"If you've got real guts, if the Dragon Bone truly runs in your veins, then train hard, rise to the mightiest Immortal King, claim the title of True King! Only then can you command the Ten Thousand Clans' forces, defend the Eastern Domain, protect your home, and should it crumble, you can strike back, unleash your wrath!"
The Immortal Immortal Emperor pressed on with icy resolve: "Not like this, just joining the ranks of the lost—the Eastern Domain already has plenty of the fallen; it doesn't require more!"
His tone stayed harsh, but the depth of his message rang true, this ruthlessness surpassing mere kindness.
Expressions flickered across many faces as they lowered their heads in silence; after all, they were here to cultivate, drawing on vast resources with top-tier support, all fueled by the Ten Thousand Clans' heavy tolls!
The Immortal King from the Ancestor Dragon Clan, who had spoken out earlier, found himself at a loss for words.
"I wonder just how many True Kings the Eastern Domain will forge this round!"
The Immortal Immortal Emperor sneered with frost in his voice: "A initial contest is starting now, to roughly rank the True Kings—judging by the Heaven Tower's current leaderboard, the tenth spot has hit the 118th floor!"
"You've got, at best, three hundred more years for cultivation here!"
"Maybe even shorter!"
"Give it everything you've got!"
At this revelation, those in the Abyss shared uneasy looks—only two or three hundred years left to train?
That was hardly more than a brief rest.
"Mingyuan, you have to claim the top True King spot this time."
Folks in the Emperor Clan directed hopeful stares at Di Mingyuan, their clan's successor, who topped the Heaven Tower rankings at an incredible 145th floor!
Since stepping into the Abyss, Di Mingyuan had surged ahead by almost forty floors!
Keep in mind, Di Mingyuan carried the weight of thousands of years, yet his breakthroughs came swiftly, showcasing his exceptional talent.
This also highlighted the deep reserves of his clan, enabling his ongoing advances.
"It's premature to discuss that now."
Di Mingyuan's eyes stayed steady, but deep down, he burned with determination to seize the leading True King position; as an Emperor Clan scion, topping the charts was second nature to him.
"Proceed—the top ten in this prelim will each get a Quasi-Emperor Weapon from Star Empress and me!"
The Immortal Immortal Emperor proclaimed.
His announcement sparked instant chaos in the Abyss.
Quasi-Emperor Weapon!
Such lavish rewards from two Immortal Emperors!
Anyone armed with a Quasi-Emperor Weapon would dominate the Immortal King Realm, rivaling even Quasi-Emperors in strength.
For a moment, Immortal Kings from various clans buzzed with excitement, while those lagging behind ached at the thought of others snatching those prizes.
"Miss, in these five hundred years, your growth has been remarkable; you've got the strength to vie for True King status!"
A Dao Clan elder addressed a figure clad in Dao robes.
She was Dao Qingyin, heir to the Dao Clan, though much younger than Di Mingyuan, leaving her cultivation and base far behind.
Still, after five hundred years at the Great Emperor Dojo, with pointers from the two Immortal Emperors, her power had skyrocketed—from barely topping 70 floors at first, now surpassing 100 to hit 110!
With three hundred more years, she could narrow that divide!
"Yes, I've now achieved Perfection in the Immortal King Realm."
Dao Qingyin noted, her gaze gleaming.
As the Immortal Immortal Emperor gave the signal, hordes dashed toward the Heaven Tower.
This event would span just ten years.
All pushed to crack the top ten, particularly the clan's strong contenders hovering around the 110th floor.
"You lot head over and take part in the thrill."
Di Mingyuan told his companions.
"Mingyuan, you not joining?"
"This is only a prelim; it bores me. I'd rather focus on cultivation. A Quasi-Emperor Weapon... holds no appeal for me."
Di Mingyuan answered evenly, then stepped aside to form a Realm, resuming his closed-door training.
Inside his Realm, a terrifying Emperor's Might surged, wrapped in Divine Light—it was clearly the King's Domain!
His words brought relieved grins to the other Emperor Clan elders; grasping his point, they quickly gathered and moved toward the Heaven Tower.
"The elders toss out a little bait like this, but the buzz feels way too tame."
In the Saint Clans, a pair—a man and a woman—watched the commotion, shook their heads, and settled back into their isolated cultivation.
As the fourth-ranked among the Ten Thousand Clans, they had no shortage of Quasi-Emperor Weapons, prioritizing the ultimate showdown instead.
They understood that some ranked clans hadn't revealed their full might yet, saving their aces for later.