Who Let Him Cultivate?!

"Specter Monarch of the Great Qian Dynasty, pays respect to Yingtian Immortal." The Specter Monarch entered the ancient ring, bowing with his head lowered.

In his hand, he held four tokens. As long as one of the Four Ancient Immortals was nearby, the tokens would react. When he entered the small world of the ancient ring, the token inscribed with "Ying Tian" became extremely hot.

The entity before him was the legendary Yingtian Immortal, known for setting the ancient order, controlling the power of Heavenly Tribulation, and being called the Ancestor of Refining!

Merely being gazed upon by it was enough to make one shiver, as if facing an Emperor Lord himself.

"You may look upon my immortal countenance."

With the permission from Yingtian Immortal, the Specter Monarch raised his head.

As he raised it, he saw what first appeared to be a golden wall with scale-like decorations. The gold wall moved, and the Specter Monarch suddenly realized that this was not any golden wall but the body of a golden True Dragon!

He lifted his head even higher, meeting the gaze of the golden dragon's head.

In the pure white space, the Golden Dragon coiled, its head slightly lowered, gazing at the Specter Monarch, expression unreadable.

The Golden Dragon, whose length was unknown but stretched many thousands of fathoms, was longer than any True Dragon the Specter Monarch had ever seen. Its entire body appeared as though it were cast from molten gold. With wings on its back and a majestic head, its imperial presence emitted a natural authority that not even the most skilled craftsman could replicate one-tenth of it.

The Specter Monarch still wore a smile, yet inwardly he thought the legends true that Yingtian Immortal was indeed the Venerable Ying Long of the East Sea.

The Golden Dragon exhaled white dragon breath from its nostrils, its ruthless eyes focused on the token in the Specter Monarch's hand. Its deep voice echoed through the entire ancient ring's small world, causing a buzzing in the Specter Monarch's ears.

"It seems your Great Qian indeed has some methods, able to trace my whereabouts."

"You attack the Startling Swan, forcing me to act. What do you seek from me?" Venerable Ying Long inquired, his tone questioning.

Once he acted, Lu Yang might notice the anomaly here and discover him.

"My lord wishes to gather the power of the Four Ancient Immortals to break the prison's seal and open the pathway to the outside world. I hope the Venerable Immortal might grant this."

The Mid-heaven Emperor Lord discovered that the seal of this six-sided world was arranged by the Four Ancient Immortals using the power of Dao Fruit. To break the world's prison seal, the Four Ancient Immortals needed to act, which led to the creation of the four tokens to locate and persuade the Four Ancient Immortals.

If he could bring Yingtian Immortal to their Great Qian, it would be a greater achievement than even felling the Laurel Tree Ancestor.

Moreover, the Laurel Tree Ancestor was here; he could be seen at any time, yet the opportunity to meet Yingtian Immortal might only come once.

"To break the seal, it is possible."

The Specter Monarch was overjoyed, not expecting the legendary Yingtian Immortal to be so amenable; he had prepared many arguments that now went unused: "Then…"

"But not now."

"May I ask when the Venerable Immortal can break the seal?"

"When the Sixth Immortal is killed."

The Specter Monarch did not understand whom Yingtian Immortal referred to as the Sixth Immortal. Was it the enemy from the battle of refining stars into a continent?

And who then was the Fifth Immortal?

"When exactly can this Sixth Immortal be found?"

"I do not know."

"You do not know?"

Specter Monarch was astonished. If one did not know the time, how long would they have to wait? Did the Emperor have to wait another 300,000 years, and did they all need to sleep for another 300,000 years?

"Not to mention that the Immortal is not yet resurrected and unable to break the seal. Let's particularly mention that the Sixth Immortal uses any means necessary to achieve his goals. In the past, when the spark was extinguished, all beings suffered severely, and it was his doing. If we break the world seal and let him escape, he will surely cause trouble in the future and harm the world.

Can you, the Great Qian, afford this responsibility?"

"The Venerable Immortal is merciful, but what do the lives of the common folk and we Cultivators have to do with each other?" Specter Monarch laughed. If they cared about the common folk, they wouldn't have let Great Qian fall and plunged the world into war and conflict.

"The lives of the common folk are resilient. Destroy a batch, and new ones will be born. Why should the Venerable Immortal worry about these people's lives?"

"This matter is very significant, and our lord also places great importance on it. I beseech the Venerable Immortal to move and talk with our lord, shall we?"

"What if I don't?"

"Then, please don't blame me, your junior, for being unreasonable."

"From the junior's view, the Venerable Immortal's state doesn't seem too good. I heard that the being that died in the Sword Tower was born from the Venerable Immortal's corpse. With your physical body gone, how many levels of your enormous cultivation can you still use?"

As he spoke, Specter Monarch's face still wore a smile, only this time it wasn't so pleasing. Instead, it became emotional, filled with strong derision.

Specter Monarch assessed the strength of the Ying Tian Corpse that appeared in the Sword Tower. The Ying Tian Corpse had a physical body but no Dao Fruit, barely qualifying as an Immortal, and was among the weakest of Immortals.

Since the Ying Tian Immortal's soul was separated from the body and hadn't killed the Ying Tian Corpse to take back the body, it meant that even overcoming the Ying Tian Corpse was uncertain, their strengths nearly equal.

Given this, he should stick with the initial plan—kill the Ying Tian Immortal and seize the Tribulation Dao Fruit.

"Clueless about life and death."

At the same time, Venerable Ying Long communicated through a voice transmission with Startling Swan, advising her not to enter the Ancient Ring before the matter was resolved.

"Then I must ask the Venerable Immortal to spare his life!"

Specter Monarch's brow bore a divine symbol, swiftly evolving into an emperor ruling the Nine Heavens, none other than the Mid-heaven Emperor Lord, of whom no portraits remained in history!

The emperor's eyes opened, seemingly able to crush the heavens, making one feel averse to resistance.

"Just a clone created by the Power of Incense and Fire, and you think it can revolt against heaven?" Venerable Ying Long scoffed. Had the true form of the Mid-heaven Emperor Lord come, he, in his current condition, indeed couldn't compete, but a mere clone trying to deal with him was sheer folly.

Mid-heaven Emperor Lord stretched out his hand and placed it atop Specter Monarch's head. Specter Monarch seemed to have anticipated this action from the lord's clone and didn't resist, allowing the clone to absorb him.

Venerable Ying Long raised an eyebrow, seemingly detecting some clues.

He sensed that the Mid-heaven Emperor Lord's clone absorbing Specter Monarch wasn't just about strengthening the clone; there must be something else.

"Nine Heavens Mysterious Thunder."

Above the sky of the Ancient Ring's small world, clouds gathered suddenly, with thunder flashing and booming. Each flash of lightning was enough to disperse the souls of Integration Period Cultivators, and there were millions of such lightning flashes!

Millions of lightning flashes continuously converged and fused, forming a crimson Mysterious Thunder, locked onto the causality of the Mid-heaven Emperor Lord's clone and decisively struck down.

Unexpectedly, the clone's head opened a massive black vortex, and the crimson Mysterious Thunder, upon falling, was devoured entirely by the black vortex, causing not the slightest disturbance.

"Devouring? Storing? Transferring?" Venerable Ying Long's mind flashed through various ideas, speculating what kind of Dao Fruit the Mid-heaven Emperor Lord truly possessed.

The second Mysterious Thunder fell, containing terrifying might and boundless radiance, still swallowed by the black vortex atop the clone's head as if no Thunder Tribulation had ever descended.

The Mid-heaven Emperor Lord's clone underwent the baptism of Thunder Tribulation without a scratch, not only unaffected by the Thunder Tribulation but also strolling leisurely and effortlessly through it.

"Interesting, the Immortals of later generations do have some skills."