Chapter 1223: Tian Chan’s Proposal, The Path Of One’s Dao (1)
Saint Jian Ming's sword technique was far from ordinary, weaving profundities into every stroke. Though he lacked the raw destructive force of Holy Emperor Qian Yang, his mastery of entrapment and defensive techniques gave him a distinct edge in combat.
In a direct confrontation, Wu Yuan's mana body would certainly find itself at a disadvantage.
However, Holy Emperor Tian Luo had succumbed to a dreamlike trance, his consciousness adrift in illusion. Similarly, Holy Emperor Jian Ming struggled against the pervasive influence of Wu Yuan's illusions, finding himself at a disadvantage.
This defies all reason. How can this white-robed Overlord's illusions penetrate so deeply? My consciousness remains unified, yet while my primary awareness stays clear, the consciousnesses of both incarnations sink further into delusion. My Tian Luo incarnation's consciousness has been completely severed from reality. Panic surged through Holy Emperor Jian Ming as he desperately sought escape.
In his desperation, he lashed out at Holy Emperor Tian Luo, hoping the shock of the attack might jolt him back to awareness. If Tian Luo could regain clarity, their combined strength—even diminished—might be enough to withstand Wu Yuan's mana body’s onslaught.
Boom! Wu Yuan's ether body exploded into action, his superior speed creating an insurmountable advantage. Dazzling blade rays blossomed around him as he unleashed the sixth step of his ultimate technique—Worldforge—again and again. Each strike forced Holy Emperor Jian Ming further back. He could only regain brief moments of clarity between waves of illusion.
Even Jian Ming's desperate attacks directed at Holy Emperor Tian Luo, intended to wake him up, were effortlessly intercepted by Wu Yuan.
Within breaths, Holy Emperor Jian Ming's vital aura had diminished by over eighty percent. Death was imminent.
"Heavenly Venerable!" Jian Ming's voice cracked with desperation. "I acknowledge your unrivaled power and status. The Nine Realms—I yield them to you." His words tumbled out frantically. "The three Grand Supreme Tokens in my possession, countless priceless treasures—all yours. Please, just allow us to depart with our lives."
True terror had seized him. Among his six incarnations, losing even one was a great loss for him. The process of recreating an incarnation would drain resources beyond measure.
"How foolish," Wu Yuan replied, his assault continuing unabated. “Once I kill you, the Grand Supreme Tokens and treasures become mine regardless. Moreover, if I permit your five remaining incarnations to reunite, your combined strength would pose a threat to me. From what I understand, recreating incantations of this caliber should be far from easy.
"As for the Nine Realms?" Wu Yuan's blade flashed. "They will be mine whether you consent or not."