The Steward Demonic Emperor Chapter 1340: Miracle

Lei Yuting drifted through the sky, her thoughts drifting far away. The past month had been suspiciously tranquil. There had been no indication of whether the Heavenly Sovereign was truly alive or had perished at last. Nevertheless, everyone realized that the ordeal was far from reaching its conclusion. The encroaching expanse of darkness crept ever closer to the site where Zhuo Fan and the rest had clashed with the Heavenly Sovereign, the very spot where he now sat in deep contemplation of their paths.

She had reclaimed her senses only five days after Murong Xue. She did not dwell on the inexplicable nature of his abilities, but rather fixated on the worry that he had been forced to push beyond his limits to save them all. Lei Yuting was simply thankful that she could stand by his side, especially during the final engagement. While she doubted her contribution in the ultimate confrontation would be significant, she swore to never forsake him. She had not abandoned him when he was trapped in a catatonic state of grief, and she would certainly not do so now.

Returning from Blackwind Mountain, Lei Yuting had spent time with the other companions, offering reassurances that everything would be alright despite the catastrophic instability triggered by that harrowing survival battle.

Now, she made her way toward Zhuo Fan and the others, who remained on guard. They were eager to extract new wisdom from Zhuo Fan’s techniques and the aura surrounding him. Since their singular purpose was to elevate their Cultivation and attain self-discovery, they shared no true conflicts. None of their individual knowledge was a prerequisite for another’s progress. Whether they chose to exchange experiences or keep to themselves, each had to traverse the path to enlightenment alone.

As Zhuo Fan came into her range of vision, Lei Yuting felt her spirits lift and her mind clear.

"How is he? Any changes?" she asked while landing beside Kunpeng and the other sacred beasts to gather updates on his condition.

The wise and calculating beast, currently manifesting in human form, answered, "He returned Elder Song’s path only a few days ago, but he remains locked in meditation. I assume he is laboring to master the tenth path, but nobody can say how much time it will require—or if we even have that much time left." Kunpeng let out a heavy sigh.

"At the very least, we now possess a genuine hope of annihilating the Heavenly Sovereign once and for all. We no longer need to gamble or rely on harebrained schemes; we can secure victory through pure, overwhelming superiority," Sea Ao remarked, his tone brimming with relief and assurance.

"Indeed," Kunpeng concurred while nodding. "Putting our faith in Zhuo Fan was the correct decision. However, this entire situation has revealed to me that the rest of humanity possesses the same potential to triumph over catastrophe. Never before has such an individual emerged in the Sacred Domain. That is only because they were always suffocated in the cradle by their own kind. The Sacred Mountains have always preferred to stifle humanity’s advancement as long as it preserved their own dominance."

"In a sense, by sealing off a portion of the Sacred Domain to forge the mortal realm, the Heavenly Sovereign laid the groundwork for his own downfall. It is ironic that he did so to bar us sacred beasts from interfering while he was under the influence of the madness. It deprived those people of potent spiritual Qi, compelling them to discover alternative methods to strive for dominance, even if their motives were largely petty. Still, occasionally, true excellence finds a way to flourish," Sea Ao declared.

"I have no interest in the poetic justice of it all. I only care that Zhuo Fan remains unharmed and avoids the agony he suffered before. Even now, we nearly lost Miss Murong," Lei Yuting countered, steering the focus back to the pressing reality. The matter was not about how they arrived here, but whether Zhuo Fan would emerge alive, and if humanity itself would endure.

Lei Yuting and the other women were tormented by that singular question above all else.

Elder Song rose from his position among the other meditating Sovereigns and approached. "With a bit of fortune, that shall not be an obstacle."

His cryptic smile left the sacred beasts and Lei Yuting in confusion.

"Why would you say that, Elder Song?" she inquired.

"My delay in joining the fray was not merely about assisting my disciple during such a unique time. I needed to urge him to complete his own path so we could dispose of the Heavenly Sovereign as swiftly as possible—hopefully before he subjects this dying world to further devastation," Elder Song said, casting a troubled glance toward the encroaching wall of blackness, well aware it would reach them within days if not sooner.

"But progress cannot be rushed, so I had to tread carefully. The rest is now in his hands," Elder Song concluded, a look of pride gracing his features.

"Now all we can do is wait for Zhuo Fan to grasp the final path before the Heavenly Sovereign arrives to slaughter us all. Or perhaps he won’t even need to exert himself once he hits the Supreme Stage. He could merely wipe us from existence like dust motes, heh." The Dragon Ancestor chuckled, recalling his own helplessness in the previous fight, certain that the next encounter might seal his final fate.

"Can you not look at this more positively?" Kunpeng grumbled.

"I am simply being realistic. It is a absolute miracle that things played out as they did, with Zhuo Fan’s reckless gamble actually paying off. I mean, counting on the Luo Clan members to reach the Sovereign Stage just as he mastered those paths—using the prismatic events as a shroud to hide his true intent from the Heavenly Sovereign. Do not tell me that sounds logical to you, because I am not buying it!" he exclaimed.

Upon hearing it phrased that way, they were forced to concede. The entire sequence of events had been entirely absurd. Regardless, they were simply relieved that it had succeeded.