The Legend of Futian Chapter 2960 - How High Is the Sky
The cultivators of Empyrean continued their relentless descent upon the City of the Ruins. As the divine consciousness of the Empyrean Immortal Sovereign was summoned into this realm, it expanded to blanket the entire city. Having secured this foothold, their dominion over the rest of the world seemed imminent.
Violent conflicts erupted across the globe. This was a war of unprecedented magnitude, drawing in numerous factions, including the powerful forces that governed the Heavenly Law.
A particularly devastating battle broke out within the territory of the Heavenly Mandate Court.
Surrounded by a sea of enemies, Dou Zhao, Xiao Muyu, Long Chen, and their companions fought desperately at various points across the battlefield. Pushing the Will of the Fighting God to its absolute limit, Dou Zhao’s form radiated like a deity of war. Despite his divine aura, he was reaching the point of total collapse; he panted heavily, his breath ragged, while blood stained the corners of his mouth.
Xiao Muyu’s condition was just as dire. Her dark robes clung to her, tracing her silhouette, while the splatters of crimson across her clothes lent her a tragic, bittersweet air.
“Is this where we fall?” Xiao Muyu whispered softly. They had survived the ancient Battle of the Heavenly Path, yet they never imagined the defense against the Empyrean invasion would be this catastrophic. Above them, the sky was swallowed by a terrifying, dark vortex that signaled the coming of the Apocalypse.
The sheer scale of the Empyrean forces was overwhelming. Through years of attrition, they had realized a grim truth: Empyrean was not merely a single universe, but a coalition of multiple worlds. Each world was governed by an Immortal King who controlled the laws of that realm under the absolute authority of the Immortal Sovereign.
Since the spatial rift had opened, warriors from these various universes had been pouring into this world in a never-ending tide. They incited wars and stripped the land of its resources. This cycle of destruction repeated without end; if it continued to escalate, the entire world would eventually fall under their control.
“I refuse to die before I’ve ascended to the rank of Great Emperor! I won't let it end here! Keep fighting!” Dou Zhao roared. He forced the Will of the Fighting God to its peak, nearly shattering his own physical frame. A surge of divine intent exploded from him, mimicking the power of a true god, yet his Spiritual Energy was almost entirely depleted.
With a final, defiant shout, he leaped into the heavens to rejoin the fray.
Xiao Muyu watched the sky, a flicker of sorrow crossing her features. Her gaze lingered on the distance as she murmured, “Master, when are you coming back?”
To this very second, she held onto the conviction that her master would return to them one day.
She was not alone in this hope. Every soul within the Heavenly Mandate Court shared that same belief. They were all waiting, anchored by the faith that he would eventually make his reappearance.
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Suddenly, the sky began to vibrate as a fresh group of cultivators tore through the atmosphere, causing massive ripples of chaos. Xiao Muyu quickly turned her head toward the source of the disturbance. Her eyes widened with relief as she recognized the reinforcements: the arrival of the Devil World’s army.
Yu Sheng and his Devil World Legion represented the most formidable resistance against the Empyrean invaders at that moment.
In the eyes of the world, the Devil Emperor, Yu Sheng, was considered the most powerful figure beneath only Ji Wudao.
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While war continued to ravage various corners of the world, the secluded regions of the Nine States remained miraculously untouched. As the birthplace of Ye Futian, many of his closest associates and kin had sought refuge here. To protect this sanctuary, the Three Sword Emperors stood guard over the Nine States.
The Nine States had become a forbidden zone for both gods and devils alike.
Despite the turmoil beyond the borders, life in the city of Qingzhou remained tranquil.
Inside the Qingzhou Academy, a group of youngsters were gathered, sharing laughs and idle gossip.
“Brother Ye, how did you manage to meet Miss Jieyu?” one of them asked, filled with curiosity. Within the academy, Ye Futian was famous for being the son-in-law of Mr. Hua and the husband of Miss Jieyu. To have such a beautiful soulmate was the ultimate dream for many.
The youths were fascinated by Ye Futian, though their knowledge was limited to his surname and his connection to Mr. Hua’s family.
They called him Brother Ye, completely unaware that he was older than their most distant ancestors.
“That’s a story from a long time ago. Miss Jieyu and I were students here at Qingzhou Academy together. By a stroke of luck, I met my father-in-law and became his disciple. After that...” Ye Futian replied, his tone light and teasing.
The young students looked at him with various expressions of disbelief.
“A long time ago? Just how old are you, Brother Ye? Who are you trying to trick?” one student joked.
“So Brother Ye only entered the academy to be Mr. Hua's student after he saw Miss Jieyu? That is a legendary move!” another youth exclaimed, his face full of respect.
“Mr. Hua used to brag that one of his disciples was a supreme Cultivator. He claimed this person could turn his eyes into the sun and moon and breathe lightning. Don't tell us that was you, Brother Ye?” A youth eyed him skeptically; the handsome, refined man standing there didn't fit the image of a world-shaking powerhouse.
In their minds, such a powerful being would surely be a massive, intimidating giant.
How else could someone's eyes encompass the sun and the moon?
“I didn't realize Mr. Hua was telling stories about my past,” Ye Futian said, smiling warmly.
A brief silence fell over the group as the youths stared at him in a daze.
“As expected of Mr. Hua’s son-in-law, Brother Ye has the exact same personality.”
“Exactly! They both talk big as easily as they breathe. Even the gods couldn't do the things they claim.”
“Do you think the world's greatest expert, Ji Wudao, has such a grand presence?” one boy asked, looking up at the sky with a look of longing.
“He must. Look at how incredible the Three Sword Emperors were when they sealed the Nine States. Since Ji Wudao is the strongest, he must be even more majestic than them.”
“I hope I can see the Three Sword Emperors with my own eyes one day.”
“If I could just run into a Great Emperor once, I could die happy.”
“You will see one eventually,” Ye Futian remarked with a gentle grin.
“Maybe? Who knows how many years of Cultivation it would take to reach that level? I might never see it in my lifetime.”
“Stop dreaming. We're talking about a Great Emperor here. Come on, class is starting,” someone interrupted. The group began to disperse, waving as they left. “Brother Ye, we’re heading out. Let’s hear some more of your tall tales later!”
Ye Futian nodded, watching them walk away. A smile lingered on his lips as he reminisced. He had been just like them, a long, long time ago.
Standing up, he began a slow walk through the grounds of Qingzhou Academy. An old janitor sweeping the path spotted him and gave a friendly nod.
“Little rascal Ye!”
“Lucky guy, being born with a face like that.” Some of the younger instructors, harboring a bit of jealousy, grumbled under their breath nearby, not caring if he overheard.
Ye Futian was always surrounded by stunning women, so it was only natural for others to feel envious.
“And why weren't any of you born with such good looks?” the old janitor retorted with a mischievous smirk.
Ye Futian gave the elderly man a respectful bow and continued his stroll.
Even in this quiet town, petty conflicts existed. Wherever people gathered, there was bound to be friction.
Take Cao Yuan of the Cao Clan, for instance. He remained fixated on Hua Nianyu and had even pressured his family to propose a marriage alliance. Predictably, the Cao Clan was making moves, hoping to bring Hua Fengliu into their fold permanently.
Sensing the schemes unfolding, Ye Futian shook his head with a faint, amused smile. He couldn't even imagine a member of the Cao Clan standing beside Hua Nianyu.
Looking up at the vast expanse of the sky, he sighed. The Cao Clan truly had no idea how immense the world really was.