The Birth Of The Unrivaled Ruler

“I WILL FIGHT YOU?!” His voice sounded cold, yet his eyes remained closed.

"After waiting for so long, the young master has finally reached the peak of cultivation?!"

In a place so serene, surrounded by numerous floating mountains, the bright sky suddenly began to turn pitch black. Small streaks of lightning also started to stir the atmosphere high above.

Yao Chen’s eyes began to open. At this moment, a sharp glint in his eyes and a subtle, mysterious smile etched onto one corner of his lips.

"Today is the day of destiny... Whether I can reach the Immortal God stage or not depends on this! Heavenly Tribulation... I dare you?!" Yao Chen’s voice resonated powerfully.

Swuuuuung!

It was as if the heavens heard Yao Chen’s challenge. Suddenly, a violent tremor erupted from the gathering of black clouds above.

The dancing, small streaks of lightning began to merge, transforming into a giant hand that surged toward Yao Chen’s body.

In the blink of an eye, Yao Chen appeared directly in front of the giant palm. He extended both hands to withstand the heavenly punishment.

BOOOOOOOOOM! KRAAAAAACK!

Space shattered, and a terrifying sound of explosion reverberated. However, the Heavenly Tribulation was a formidable barrier for all cultivators wishing to break through to the Immortal God stage. That giant palm was anything but ordinary.

"Uggghh!"

Holding it back, Yao Chen couldn't help but cough up blood from his mouth. Yet, there was no intention of giving up. He had to reach the Immortal God stage! Yao Chen held his ground with every ounce of his strength.

"ONCE MORE?! I WILL NOT GIVE UP?!"

BOOOOOOOOOM!

Suddenly, an explosion even more cataclysmic than before rang out. This was accompanied by the dispersal of the natural phenomenon. The sky returned to its clear state, and his cultivation had indeed successfully ascended to the Immortal God stage. However, due to enduring the Heavenly Tribulation, his body was left utterly weakened. Even his footing in the sky began to falter, until...

Kraaaaack!

Yao Chen’s eyes widened in sheer shock! Through the cracked space, a delicate hand with sharp nails thrust through his abdomen, tightly gripping the meridian orb inside his body.

Jleeeeb!

"Ugggh! Th-this hand..." Yao Chen stared directly at the source where the hand had emerged.

Until a very familiar figure materialized before his eyes. The figure sneered. Despite her beautiful face, naturally thick eyebrows, and exquisite gown, Yao Chen could see a cunning glint in her eyes that made his heart ache intensely.

"Xi-Xiao Ling?! Wh-why are you doing this?"

Xiao Ling withdrew her hand, pulling out a dense, golden orb-shaped meridian from Yao Chen’s body.

"Because I need the cultivation that you have accumulated over these thousands of years..."

Yao Chen’s body plummeted from the sky. However, before his body could crash into the ground, a middle-aged man appeared and caught him.

"My son..." His rage instantly exploded upon seeing that Yao Chen's body no longer possessed any cultivation aura whatsoever.

"Xiao Ling... How can you be so cruel?! Yao Chen is your lover?! How dare you betray him?!" Yao Huan’s body trembled, holding back an immense fury. He gently placed his son's body on the ground.

Utilizing spatial power, Yao Huan intended to reclaim his son's meridian orb. Unfortunately, the space suddenly shattered. A second later, numerous cultivators from the three great clans of the Long Hu Continent emerged, surrounding the entire territory of the Yao Clan.

BOOOOM!

Yao Huan’s attack was also blocked by a powerful shield, sending him recoiling backward.

"A-all of you?!" Yao Huan was rendered utterly helpless witnessing how prepared the ambush was this time.

"Yao Huan... With your son’s breakthrough in cultivation, he would have become a threat to the five great clans of this continent... Did you think we would just sit idly by?" The Patriarch of the Xiao Clan appeared.

"That's right. Attaining the Immortal God stage means he would rule over this entire continent... We will not accept such a reality..." chimed in the Patriarch of the Yin Clan.

"You all talk too much... Now, slaughter the Yao Clan down to its very roots?! That way, no one will be left to avenge today’s events?!"

Swuuuuuung!

Thousands of Divine Auras surged outward, attempting to suppress everyone within the Yao Clan.

"Kill?!"

"Everyone, form the defensive barrier?!" Yao Huan panicked, immediately carrying Yao Chen’s body away to seek cover.

"Fine?! The Yao Clan will not be easily oppressed?!"

Booom! Booom!

“Hahahahaha?!”

In an instant, the battle erupted. However, being vastly outnumbered, the ambush quickly turned into a bloodbath.

Beholding the battle from afar, Yao Chen could only murmur in despair.

"I-is the Yao Clan doomed to be destroyed? If only I hadn't rushed my ascension... this would never have happened?!" Yao Chen regretted his actions deeply.

However, his father quickly calmed his thoughts once they arrived inside the main palace of the Yao Clan.

"This is not your fault. This matter was caused by the lax security of the clan elders..."

"My son, we cannot withstand the direct onslaught of the three great clans... I..." Yao Huan’s words abruptly cut off.

Jleeeeeeb!

"You're right... The security of this clan is indeed very weak!"

A razor-sharp sword suddenly pierced his back, driving straight through his heart.

"F-father?!" Yao Chen was struck with even greater shock as his father's own disciple turned traitor.

"Y-you?!"

Kraaaaaack!

Yao Huan shattered the sword lodged in his chest. He glared at his disciple with a face contorted in absolute rage.

"No wonder this attack was unstoppable... All of their plans were made seamless by you?! Bai Long?!"

Wuuuuuuuung!

An aura of death emanated from Yao Huan’s body. But before the battle between master and disciple could break out, the Patriarch of the Xiao Clan, having breached the Yao Clan’s defenses, walked into the palace.

"Your disciple? Hahahaha?! Since when was Bai Long your disciple? He is my man... Yao Huan, Yao Chen, the two of you just accept the grim fate brought upon you today by my hands?!"

"Hahahahahaha?!" Yao Chen laughed maniacally. For the Patriarch of the Xiao Clan to arrive this quickly could only mean one thing—the entire Yao Clan had been annihilated. He could no longer think straight. Meanwhile, Yao Huan, unable to withstand his mortal wound, began to close his eyes.

"So this is the end of the Yao Clan..."

Kraaaaaack!

Suddenly, Yao Huan crushed a continent-transportation jade. This action caused Yao Chen’s body to be sucked into a swirling vortex of spatial transportation!

"F-father, what are you doing?!" Yao Chen refused to accept this; he wanted to fight to his last breath.

"My son, forgive me..." Yao Huan opened his eyes once more, looking at Yao Chen with a warm smile.

Bai Long stepped forward to pursue him, but was stopped by the Patriarch of the Xiao Clan.

"Why bother chasing him? Yao Chen can no longer cultivate. In any continent across this universe... without meridians, he is bound to die, destined to live a life of endless suffering every single moment?!"

"You're right... He is already a cripple, and the Yao Clan is ruined... Because of that, I won't let any of you off either?!" Yao Huan began conjuring a highly intricate formation.

Seeing this, the eyes of the Xiao Clan Patriarch widened in horror. He realized his blunder.

"Stop him!"

"Too late?!"

BOOOOOOOM!

*

Sometime later.

"Xiao Ling, why did you do all this? Reclaiming thousands of years of cultivation energy, even taking part in slaughtering the Yao Clan... Did I ever do you wrong?"

Kraaaaack!

While his body was being carried away by the spatial currents of the continent-transportation, the sound of a crack suddenly echoed from the blue jade necklace on his chest. Yao Chen’s eyes turned completely hollow as he witnessed his father's life-jade necklace shatter into pieces.

"F-father has been killed? Im-impossible..."

"Th-this..." His consciousness began to fade. Ultimately, Yao Chen blacked out completely.