Beast Taming Patrol Chapter 1532: 428: Chaos Unleashed (Double-Length, Finale Countdown: 23)

A chilling glint flickered within Lin Su’s eyes.

The consequences would be unpredictable if the members of the Hunyuan Taoist Sect actually managed to reach the Emperor Martial Palace.

Fortunately, his arrival in the West Profound Domain had been perfectly timed.

With that thought, Lin Su emerged from the void one step at a time, his form draped in the dark radiance of the Cooperation Light.

As his momentum surged, the complexions of everyone present shifted dramatically.

The disciples of the Hunyuan Taoist Sect, in particular, turned deathly pale the moment they recognized Lin Su.

“Lin Su! How can you be here?!”

“How am I here?” Lin Su let out a cold sneer, “It is all thanks to you!”

He wasted no more words. With a sudden blur of movement, he closed the distance between them.

In the following instant, the surrounding void froze in eerie silence.

Previously, Gui Gui had nearly overwhelmed these Martial Arts Extreme Realm experts while fighting alone; now, bolstered by Lin Su’s Guardian Beast Cooperation, they were utterly defenseless.

Lin Su extended a finger and tapped lightly. The solidified space shattered instantly like fragile glass, revealing a terrifying black hole that stretched into the unknown.

The Martial Arts Extreme Realm experts, trapped within that frozen space, were annihilated along with the vacuum, reduced to absolutely nothingness.

Lin Su swept his hand through the air, clearing the lingering spatial debris into a far corner until the area was vacant.

However, his posture suddenly stiffened.

Within that empty void, a single glow endured, remaining unbroken by Lin Su’s devastating strike.

This is…

Lin Su’s expression shifted rapidly.

The next moment, he kicked off the air, retreating at an explosive speed.

...

At the heart of the West Profound Domain, a massive mountain stood in silent vigil.

This colossal peak spanned a range of a million meters, possessing a grandeur that defied description.

Even the majestic peaks of the Immortal Phoenix Sect seemed insignificant when compared to this towering giant.

This mountain was known as the Martial Emperor Peak.

Perched at its summit—the point on the Divine Martial Continent closest to the heavens—was a magnificent palace.

It caught the radiance of the sun and moon, glowing with a light that never dimmed, regardless of the hour.

This was the Emperor Martial Palace.

It served as the throne of the most dominant power ruling over the West Profound Domain.

Inside the palace’s primary hall, thirteen figures sat in a cross-legged formation, facing a massive monument.

It was a statue of a resolute middle-aged man, carved from a singular piece of priceless jade. Standing nine hundred and ninety-nine meters tall, the figure carried a sword and a halberd upon his back, radiating an aura of incomparable authority.

Though this jade statue had stood for countless millennia, it still pulsed with remnants of martial intent, possessing a power that could shake the world.

The thirteen individuals seated below were equally remarkable.

Any outsider would be horrified to realize that every person in the room was a peak Martial Domain Realm expert.

The strongest among them was a mere breath away from the ninth level of the Martial Domain Realm, while even the lowest-ranked possessed the strength of the fourth level.

These were the Martial Domain Realm elites of the Emperor Martial Palace—the thirteen most powerful figures known to the public.

The leader, the half-step ninth-level expert, turned his gaze toward the group and spoke tonelessly, “The Patriarch has awakened.”

Those few words caused the other twelve experts to pale in unison.

The Patriarch...

There was only one man in the history of the Emperor Martial Palace worthy of that title.

The legend who established the Emperor Martial Palace and left a permanent scar on the history of the Divine Martial World.

The Martial Emperor, Ye Lingjun!

Typically, those in the Martial Domain Realm possess a lifespan of roughly a millennium.

Since nearly two thousand years had passed since the Martial Emperor’s era of dominance, the world assumed he had long since passed away.

Even many within the ranks of the Emperor Martial Palace shared this belief.

Only the most loyal core members—the thirteen gathered in this hall—knew the hidden truth.

Martial Emperor Ye Lingjun remained among the living.

However, he survived through a highly unconventional method.

The Martial Emperor existed in a state of deep, eternal slumber, capable of waking only under very specific conditions, with every awakening draining his vitality.

Because of this, his successors were forbidden from disturbing him unless the Sect faced an existential threat.

“Palace Master, what crisis has occurred to disturb the Patriarch’s rest?” The Deputy Palace Master, an eighth-level Martial Domain Realm expert sitting just below the leader, asked with a deep frown.

“No,” the Palace Master of the Emperor Martial Palace replied, slowly shaking his head. “This time... the Patriarch woke on his own.”

“What?!”

Shock washed over the room.

Never before since entering his slumber had the Patriarch awakened without external prompting.

What could have possibly triggered this?

They turned their eyes toward the Palace Master, who was the sole individual capable of communicating with their founder.

“Upon waking, the Patriarch shared only a single message with me.” The Palace Master spoke with a heavy, solemn gravity in his expression. “The great calamity of the human race is returning.”

“The calamity of the human race?” The gathered Martial Domain Realm experts were stunned.

What sort of disaster could be worthy of such a terrifying title?

They could only think of the era two thousand years ago when Ghost Energy Stones surfaced on the Divine Martial Continent, leading to the rise of beasts that nearly wiped out humanity.

But currently, those beasts were confined to the South Desolate Territory...

Wait!

The Deputy Palace Master’s expression turned grim. “Are you referring to that Time System immortal within the South Desolate Territory?”

“Precisely.” The Palace Master gave a slight nod. “That Time System immortal has now ascended to the ninth realm.”

“I warned that such a creature would eventually become a catastrophe.” The Deputy Palace Master let out a heavy sigh, his face hardening. “An immortal of the ninth realm...”