Chapter 3338: 1261

Chapter 3338: Chapter 1261

“Master Helan from the Su Ling Sect, rewarded with a Fifth Order Demon Seed Transformation Pill!”

Accompanied by the announcement, under the gaze of the crowd, Dean He stood up excitedly and made his way step by step towards the graceful man.

Venerable Tianyuan looked at him and smiled slightly, speaking as if uttering a divine decree: “An eight-hundred-year-old Divine Transformation, your talent is quite decent, with hopes of further advancement in the future. This pill is gifted to you; upon your return, engage in closed-door cultivation to stabilize your realm and strive further ahead.”

Being evaluated as “quite decent” by the Integration Great Venerable, just these few words were enough to make Dean He famous among the Nine Great Saint Sects in the future.

Perhaps because he had only recently achieved a breakthrough and missed the stabilization process, Dean He felt a wave of emotions.

The words from his aged face came out somewhat hoarsely.

“Thank you for the gift, Great Venerate. Our Su Ling Sect will forever follow the Tianyuan Daoist Sect!”

Such humble words, representing an entire Sect, would undoubtedly be looked down upon on any ordinary day.

But today, in this situation, no one had anything to say.

And in the eyes of the Three Refining Void Powers—the Five Elements Divine Sect Sect, Biluo Sect, and Shadow Sect—Venerable Tianyuan’s actions demonstrated glaring favoritism.

First gifting an elixir crucial for Divine Transformation cultivators, then praising the other party; it seemed he truly intended for the Su Ling Sect to produce a Void Refining True Monarch in the future, thus balancing the other Refining Void Powers in this territory!

After Dean He stepped down, Venerable Tianyuan scanned the entire assembly with a more pronounced smile.

Yet, when his gaze landed on the nine nearby chairs, one vacant spot made his eyes pause momentarily.

It was obvious who was absent, with the Nine Yang Sword Lord seated beside him.

Venerable Tianyuan did not ask anything; he was about to speak when, unnoticed, the wind blowing over Yao Mountain had already ceased.

His smile gradually disappeared, looking towards the void.

“Two friends come uninvited, why not show yourselves?”

Hundreds of cultivators were stunned, following his gaze to that place.

The void was empty, with no form or figure—where was anyone?

But a dignified Integration Great Venerable surely would not speak unfounded words, and for those who could evade their perception yet be addressed as “friends” by Venerable Tianyuan, their realm was imaginable.

As everyone was shocked, ripples began to spread through the void.

Black feathers appeared, and the once stationary wind on Yao Mountain suddenly began to move again.

Countless black feathers converged into the slender figure of a man.

This man wore an emperor robe interwoven with black and red, adorned with a crown with beaded curtains swaying from it, carrying an aura of dominance that commanded everything his gaze encountered.

Like the ruler of men!

Upon his appearance, he smiled at Venerable Tianyuan and said, “I saw the prohibitions of Yao Mountain wide open, thinking you’d set a banquet for us, only to find I’m deemed an unwelcome guest by your words.”

Upon seeing this man, Venerable Tianyuan’s lips curved slightly, “So it is the Yan Emperor Friend from the Sky Phoenix Clan, and where is the other?”

Behind Yan Emperor, the golden light suddenly intensified.

The golden brilliance, like flames, continuously burned, seemingly twisting the void itself.

Amidst the distortion, a noble woman emerged, fierce and captivatingly beautiful.

Yan Emperor stepped aside, revealing the woman’s true appearance.

No longer did her dignified face bear the gaze of scorn to all beneath her, only overflowing vengeance.

“Tianyuan, do you still remember me?”

Venerable Tianyuan was taken aback, then shook his head—not a denial of recognition, but in deep reflection.

“I never imagined after being stripped of your Original Essence Blood and cast into the Lower Realm, you’d have a day to rebuild yourself, advancing to the Integration Realm. Today, during Yao Mountain’s relaxed prohibition, you snuck in—Qi Xia, I presume you aren’t here to reminisce over drinks with me?”

“Reminisce?” With a face full of hatred, Qi Xia Emperor spat each word with determination, “Today we are indeed here for some serious reminiscing!”

The tone was filled with murderous intent, chilling to the bone.

Yan Emperor glanced over the cultivators from various sects below, stating calmly, “This affair concerns only my Sky Phoenix Clan and the Tianyuan Daoist Sect; all other sect cultivators should withdraw for now, and should any stray fish incur harm, blame yourselves not us.”

Since the two had appeared, the strong figures on Yao Mountain from the Daoist Sect remained highly vigilant.

Some had already secretly notified other regions within the sect, numerous Glints rapidly converging here.

Upon Yan Emperor’s words, Daoist Sect’s strong figures glared fiercely at the sect cultivators from elsewhere.

Everyone was aware a potentially world-shifting battle might ensue, with those valuing their lives already eager to retreat.

Yet under the Daoist Sect’s scrutiny, those sect cultivators who had just received rewards found their feet immovable.

Venerable Tianyuan shook his head and sighed, “Do you truly believe this Tianyuan Daoist Sect is a place to come and go at whim?”

As he spoke, he flipped his hand to seize.

Boom!

Instantly, the world overturned.

An apparition swiftly materialized in the sky, transforming into an entirely white jar, abruptly enveloping the two.

The speed was such that escape seemed impossible.

And as this place was the Daoist Sect Gate, where would one flee?

In a flash, the two were encompassed.

Inside, teal-colored Wind Blades surged forth, slicing the white jar with crevices.

“Everyone stay calm, this seat will annihilate the strong foe and swiftly return!”

As the two were about to break free, Venerable Tianyuan calmly arose.

His confident words lingered by everyone’s ears, and the next moment he had vanished from his throne, dashing into the white jar.