As the voice fell—
From deep within the Taichu Immortal Court, a Golden Light Path unfurled, extending all the way to Zhu Zhuqing's feet!
Though the figure had yet to appear, that aura—one that regarded all living beings as ants, that supreme and untouchable presence—instantly made everyone on the Douluo Continent feel suffocated.
Dai Mubai's cursing came to an abrupt halt. His mouth hung open as he stared blankly at the Golden Light Path… and at the figure walking farther and farther away from him, stepping onto the clouds.
An unprecedented sense of insignificance and helplessness surged into his heart.
Only now did he realize—
Between himself and that mysterious Immortal Lord, the gap wasn't merely a difference of worlds.
It was a chasm between heaven and earth.
---
The Golden Light Path stretched across the Void Realm.
Zhu Zhuqing stepped onto it barefoot. With every step she took, ripples of Dao spread beneath her feet.
It felt like ascension.
The surrounding Spiritual Qi had reached a terrifying density. With every breath she took, thunder-like sounds echoed within her lungs as pure energy washed over her body.
Level 43… Level 44… Level 45…
Just by walking this path, her spirit power rose uncontrollably!
---
Meanwhile, the audience on the Douluo Continent was completely stunned by the sights on either side of the path.
Beneath the Golden Light Path lay a vast sea of clouds.
Within it, fragments of colossal beings occasionally emerged.
A Giant Kun, stretching tens of thousands of miles, rolled through the clouds—its splashes transforming into countless stars.
A crimson divine bird, wreathed in blazing flames, circled the Nine Heavens. With a single cry, it shattered several desolate asteroids.
"Is that… the legendary Phoenix?!"
Ma Hongjun trembled uncontrollably.
His Evil Fire Phoenix Spirit—once his greatest pride—was now cowering within him, too terrified to even ignite.
It was as if it had encountered the very ancestor of its bloodline.
"Are these… creatures of a higher-dimensional world…?"
Zhao Wuji clenched his fists, only to realize his palms were drenched in sweat.
---
But the most terrifying scene was yet to come.
As Zhu Zhuqing approached the end of the Golden Light Path and neared the outer area of the Taichu Divine Palace—
She passed by a vast lotus pond.
The water shimmered emerald green, wrapped in Immortal Qi.
Among the lotus leaves, a few golden carp swam leisurely.
"What beautiful fish…"
Zhu Zhuqing glanced at them subconsciously.
At that moment—
One of the golden carp seemed to notice her presence and suddenly leapt out of the water!
"ROAR!!"
A dragon's roar erupted—the purest, most primordial dragon's roar!
The palm-sized goldfish expanded mid-air, transforming into a thousand-foot-long golden dragon phantom!
Its scales shone like molten gold, each engraved with intricate Dao patterns.
It gazed down at Zhu Zhuqing indifferently… as if observing an ant.
That overwhelming dragon pressure surged through the heavenly screen and descended upon the Douluo Continent!
---
"Boom!"
Heaven Dou Empire — Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Estate.
Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen, along with thousands of direct disciples, suddenly lost control of their spirits!
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon spirits forcibly possessed their bodies!
Then—
"Crack! Crack!"
The sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the hall.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!"
Like dumplings dropping into boiling water, every single member of the clan—from the Sect Master to six-year-old children—fell to their knees!
Even Yu Yuanzhen, a Level 95 Titled Douluo, was pressed flat against the ground, drenched in cold sweat, unable to lift his head.
This was suppression from the depths of the bloodline!
The absolute dominance of a True Dragon over a mere lizard!
"A… True Dragon?!"
Yu Yuanzhen trembled, tears streaming down his face.
"Our so-called Dragon Transformation… is nothing but a joke! In front of that being, we are no better than worms!"
"And such a creature… is kept as an ornamental fish in that Immortal Court?!"
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Shrek Academy.
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen, his mind collapsing.
The clan he had always been proud of—
The place he longed to return to—
Had been forced to kneel by a single "fish."
"This… this can't be real…"
---
Back on the Golden Light Path—
The golden dragon phantom flickered briefly before shrinking back into a palm-sized goldfish.
Splash!
It fell back into the pond, blew a small bubble, and continued swimming happily.
Zhu Zhuqing's face turned pale. She steadied herself against a railing, barely managing to stand.
"Don't look."
A voice transmission entered her ears.
"That's a Primordial Heavenly Dragon hatchling. The Immortal Lord caught it from a dragon's nest and keeps it for amusement."
"If you keep staring, be careful it doesn't eat you."
Zhu Zhuqing quickly lowered her head, not daring to look again.
Even the "ornamental fish" were True Dragons…
Just what kind of existence was this Immortal Lord?
---
After passing the lotus pond, Zhu Zhuqing finally arrived at a side hall of the Taichu Divine Palace—
The Sword Pavilion.
This would be her duty from now on.
"You will clean this sword."
She did not see the Immortal Lord. Only a distant, ethereal voice echoed through the hall, carrying a lazy indifference.
Then—
"Zheng!"
A streak of light shot out and embedded itself into the sword stand before her.
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What kind of sword was this?!
Its blade was pitch-black, as if forged from eternal black gold. No patterns adorned it—only a chilling gleam flickered along its edge.
A tattered cloth was loosely wrapped around the hilt.
Even though Jiang Chen had suppressed it—
The moment the sword appeared, the entire heavenly screen began to distort!
Its very existence seemed to tear at the laws of time and space!
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Across the Douluo Continent, all Tool Spirit masters felt their spirits burn violently in their hands.
It was as if they were about to melt!
"What… what terrifying Sword Intent!"
At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Sword Douluo Chen Xin had gone completely mad.
Bloody tears streamed down his face, yet he refused to blink.
"What kind of sword is that?!"
"If my Seven Kill Sword even touched it, it would shatter instantly!"
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But the one most shaken—
Was Tang San.
He subconsciously summoned his Clear Sky Hammer.
The once-dominant, heavy weapon now looked crude… even laughable.
Like rusted scrap iron compared to a divine artifact.
His pride—his techniques—everything seemed meaningless.
"Is this… the weaponry of that world…?"
His hands trembled uncontrollably.
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In the image—
Zhu Zhuqing took a deep breath and stepped forward.
"Washing the sword…"