Chapter 583 - The Evil Sky Pavilion Is On The Move

The tens of thousands of Nether Sect members looked at the skies at the same time.

“Talents of the world turned upside down, nothing but quarrels do divination deduce. The gods on a journey, hell-bound. Inside the Formation, mortals to ashes reduced.”

Whizz! Whizz! Whizz!

Clouds gathered above the Divine Capital, and the color of the sky changed. The Eyes of the Formation glowed. Ten different Eyes of the Formations shone at the same time in various directions around the imperial city.

The loud resonance indicated that the Ten Terminal Formation had been activated.

The cultivators outside the Divine Capital stared at the Divine Capital intently.

The members of the major sects flew up into the air; they saw a barrier covering the entire Divine Capital.

…

Inside the Divine Capital.

Primal Qi was completely cut off. Visibility was low. The air turned heavy, and breathing had become a chore.

Even the cultivators outside the Divine Capital could not help but retreat. Although they were not in the Formation, they could sense how terrifying the Ten Terminal Formation was.

“So, the Ten Terminal Formation is activated, in the end.”

Apart from clones of the Ten Terminal Formations in other cities, the Divine Capital had never activated the Ten Terminal Formation in the past few years.

The Divine Capital’s Ten Terminal Formation imposed much stricter conditions compared to the clones of the Ten Terminal Formation.

Since Primal Qi had been cut off, the airflow was cut off as well. As time passed, the temperature would continue to rise, and the pressure inside the formation would grow heavier. It was like hell on earth.

Yu Zhenghai could feel his Primal Qi swiftly leaving his dantian’s sea of Qi. It surged out of his body and out of the Ten Terminal Formation.

The Primal Qis in every cultivator were forcibly drained by the Ten Terminal Formation.

Some cultivators tried to struggle and seal their dantian’s seas of Qis. However, their Primal Qi was still forcibly drained by the barrier in the sky. As soon as the last of their Primal Qis drained out of their bodies, they fell to their deaths.

Si Wuya looked at his Peacock Plume that lost its glow. It was like a shadow of its former self now.

The tens of thousands of members of the Nether Sect seemed slightly discouraged.

“Stay calm. Everyone is equal inside the Ten Terminal Formation,” Hua Chongyang said. His voice was not loud, but it calmed the members down.

Before they marched against the Divine Capital, they had undergone dozens of simulations of fighting inside the Ten Terminal Formation.

Si Wuya looked at the cultivator dressed in a long robe at the Imperial city’s peak and said, “The Ten Terminal Formation has been activated… Where’s Liu Gu?”

…

At the peak of the Imperial city…

The long-robed cultivator turned around and bowed at someone standing below. “All hail, Your Majesty!”

Inside the Imperial city, the Imperial guards fell to their knees. “Hail, Your Majesty!”

A dragon chariot emerged from the Imperial city.

Clack! Clack! Clack!

The wheels rolled along the Imperial city’s stone ground, leaving the Imperial city.

On the dragon chariot, a man wearing dragon robes and a crown appeared before everyone’s eyes.

“We finally meet again.” Liu Gu stood up slowly on the dragon chariot. His tone was cold as he fixed his eyes on Yu Zhenghai.

“I told you that I’d stand before you…” Yu Zhenghai said.

The duo faced each other from a distance.

At the same time, tens of thousands of Imperial guards swarmed out.

The two armies were at a standoff.

Liu Gu spread his arms. His dragon robes looked exceptional under the glaring sun. He asked, “Indeed, I have underestimated you… But, is it worth it?”

“My men are already at your doorstep. Do you think it’s worth it?” Yu Zhenghai replied with a question.

Liu Gu nodded. Then, he looked up and laughed before saying, “You haven’t changed at all… You’re stupid and shallow!”

Yu Zhenghai laughed as well. His laughter was more unbridled. His voice was loud as he said, “Well, should I call you Ping An or Liu Gu?”

“…”

After several days and nights of battles, the city was a mess of rubble and smoke. It bore no semblance to the flourishing settlement it once was. There was nothing left here aside from stillness and desolation.

Yu Zhenghai did not need Primal Qi to make his voice loud and clear.

A hint of shock flashed in Si Wuya’s eyes when he looked at Yu Zhenghai who was standing next to him. He had once asked his Eldest Senior Brother why he was so intent on conquering the Divine Capital. However, his Eldest Senior Brother had never given him a direct answer. Was it ambition? Was it his wish to have the people on the land bow under his feet? Did he desire to stand at the peak of humanity? However, it was clear today that there was a hidden story. His instincts were right. ‘Who’s Ping An?’

Liu Gu chuckled. He placed his hands on his back as he looked at Yu Zhenghai and said, “Yu Zhenghai, it’s meaningless to use words to frighten me… I’ll ask you this. Inside the Ten Terminal Formation, the Imperial guards are the strongest. How are you going to win?”

“You’ll find out soon enough,” Liu Gu waved his hand and said, “After this battle, I’ll have your name inscribed on the post of shame, Yu Zhenghai. People will curse and spit on you for generations to come.”

At this moment, 1,000 Imperial guards next to Liu Gu charged forward.

Yu Zhenghai said loudly, “Alas, you’re not a member of the Imperial family. The blood that flows in your body is that of a Wuqian! Kill!”

The Nether Sect members roared in unison, “Kill!”

When the members of the Nether Sect shouted the word ‘kill’, their fighting spirits were roused. They shouted themselves hoarse as they charged with all their might, brandishing their long sabers and bringing it down on their enemies.

Inside the Ten Terminal Formation, Primal Qi had disappeared, the air was stifling, and the temperature was rising.

The battles were primal, instinctive, and fierce.

The shouts of the men shook the heavens.

Both sides clashed fiercely in battle.

Yu Zhenghai looked at Liu Gu, who was on the dragon chariot. He did not avert his gaze.

Liu Gu returned Yu Zhenghai’s gaze.

At this moment, realization dawned on Si Wuya. He recalled a story his Eldest Senior Brother had once told him. His Eldest Senior Brother had two brothers of the same race. One of them was Ping An, and the other was Jiang Lai. They were the last three surviving members of the Wuqi tribe. They endured countless trials, including being trampled upon by the nobles, being hunted by the Other Tribesmen, tortured by death, and tormented by cold and hunger, as they wandered about in a desperate plight. How did it come to this? How did Ping An become the high and might Emperor?

Swoosh!

Something shot before Si Wuya’s eyes. A shower of blood rained down, pulling his thoughts back to the present.

For what seemed like hours, Yu Zhenghai and Liu Gu stared at each other from a distance.

The number of casualties increased. The number of Imperial guards was dwindling.

Time seemed to flit away swiftly amid shouts and killings.

…

Another day had passed. In the Evil Sky Pavilion’s eastern pavilion.

Duanmu Sheng hastened toward the eastern pavilion’s hall with a letter in his hand. He bowed and said, “Master, Li Yunzhao sent another letter.”

Smack!

The doors of the eastern pavilion were blown open by an energy wind.

Lu Zhou crossed the threshold and emerged with his hands on his back. He calmly asked, “What is it?”

“I’m afraid that Eldest Senior Brother might be in danger. The Ten Terminal Formation has been activated. Both sides are fighting with brute force. The Nether Sect and Imperial guards have suffered great losses. If what Li Yunzhao says is true, Eldest Senior Brother will certainly suffer a great loss!”

Li Yunzhao had been by the Empress Dowager’s side for many years. When the battle in the Divine Capital began, the Empress Dowager had revealed something to Li Yunzhao. A mother certainly understood her child best in the entire world. The Empress Dowager knew early on that Liu Gu was not the old Liu Gu. However, she knew nobody would believe her even if she spoke of it. In fact, it would only be detrimental to her and cause chaos in the empire. Nobody would have believed her even if she had told them this secret. In fact, she would only obtain the opposite result and cause chaos in the empire.

The world was absurd! Nobody on the Noble Path could be trusted. Li Yunzhao was only left with the Evil Sky Pavilion. Sending the letter was his final hope. As for the outcome of the battle under the heavens… he could only leave it to the gods.

Yu Zhenghai had died twice before; his great limit was at hand. If Liu Gu was also from Wuqi, how was Yu Zhenghai supposed to fight him?

“Master! That dog of an Emperor summoned 20 elders from the Sky Conduct Academy and the Big Dipper Academy the night before the battle began… One of the eight great generals is still alive. There are many hidden elites in the Divine Capital waiting to reap the benefits! Even if Eldest Senior Brother survives his battle with Liu Gu, he would certainly be killed by those who want to take advantage of the situation!” Duanmu Sheng said with a sense of urgency.

Lu Zhou looked at the sky. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, “Fine! You rascals won’t allow me to rest in peace! Gather everyone from the Evil Sky Pavilion!”