Two Worlds: Demonic Cultivator with His Zombie Materials

In the Great Yi City Immortal Realm, whether it is the Taiyin Profound Celestial Sect or the numerous Righteous Sects like the Little Five Elements Sword Sect, Zen Sect, etc., all their so-called leaders are beings at the Core Formation Level.

In the Immortal Realm, they might be exceedingly noble, but in the face of this terrifying existence that appeared, not even to mention its underling guards, they are nothing at all.

The guards alone thoroughly suppressed their power levels, the gap between the two sides was incredibly vast, like the glow of a firefly against the brilliance of the moon, far beyond imagination.

"Welcome, Celestial Palace Emperor Venerable!"

The remaining few powerhouses of Great Yi City endured the discomfort within their hearts, resisting the terrifying pressure that descended from above like clouds, barely lifted their heads, gazing up at the sky, eyes filled with fear.

They also wanted to see clearly this being they feared and revered as the ’Emperor Venerable’, what kind of divine figure it truly was.

Some people were already awake. Beside the Divine Ship in the sky, several beings had far exceeded the Nascent Soul Level; they might be powerhouses at the legendary Divinity Transformation Realm.

And such level of powerhouses were actually also under the control of the Emperor Venerable, one can imagine what terrifying power this Emperor Venerable must possess?

"Ah!"

Suddenly, some Core Formation Cultivators abruptly closed their eyes, with bright red tears of blood flowing from the corners of their eyes.

These few people were trying their best to look up, their eyes shining with light, as if they saw a sun emitting endless heat waves and bright light. In an instant, their whole eyes were almost blinded by that dazzling golden light, causing them to emit a scream.

It can only be said that the appearance of this supreme Emperor Venerable, his entire aura had already reached an unimaginable pinnacle, the surging radiance spread across him as if he were a sun, radiating endless heat waves and light.

Just by looking, the eyes of Core Formation Cultivators were directly scorched by that terrifying aura, the terrifying tide-like aura akin to Heavenly Dao, vast and unimaginable, directly rushing into the Divine Soul, bringing in an inconceivable dreadful silence.

In the void above, Zheng Yi scanned below, momentarily seeing many ’acquaintances’.

Back then, the Taiyin Profound Celestial Sect and several major Righteous Sects he contended with in the relics, such as some Core Formation Powerhouses from the Little Five Elements Sword Sect, seemed fewer than before.

Staring at these ’acquaintances’, Zheng Yi’s eyes revealed a hint of reminiscence. Those terrifying beings that once made him revere, now in his eyes are like ants that could easily be crushed.

Time has changed, the years have passed, and everything that was has ceased to exist.

"Let’s go!"

A voice calm and faint reverberated in the sky. The tremendous Creation Divine Ship was put away by Zheng Yi, turning away and flying swiftly towards the place of memory, disappearing from the sky in an instant.

Along with his departure, the terrifying group of powerhouses vanished too. When they were completely out of sight, the so-called powerhouses of the Great Yi City Immortal Realm stood up, expressions full of fear and unease, no one knew why such a terrifying batch of powerhouses appeared here.

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"It should be here!"

The speed of Zheng Yi and his companions was so fast. At their level, the entire Great Yi City Immortal Realm was merely a corner, just a reef island occasionally emerging in the vast ocean.

Needless to say, with the powerful Divine Soul of Zheng Yi today, he could spread his thought in an instant over the entire Great Yi City Immortal Realm.

In the eyes of those Core Formation Cultivators, the gigantic Spirit Realm was, in Zheng Yi’s eyes, merely a drop in the vast ocean. With a hand that covers the sky, he could completely envelop the Great Yi City Immortal Realm.

But returning to his homeland, clothing himself in glory, gazing at the mountain range that once served as the Daluo Alliance’s base camp, even Zheng Yi couldn’t help but feel emotional.

His mind unraveled memories from when he started his Path of Cultivation, standing at the peak of a realm unrivaled in history, from there he began his journey.

And the Daluo Alliance, this was his place of rise.

Through endless machinations, step by step ascending the celestial ladder, thus beginning to shine in the Great Yi City Immortal Realm.

It was here that left him with many memories.

However, upon revisiting, everything seemed to have changed, as if everything had turned unfamiliar.

No matter how strong one’s Cultivation, standing at the pinnacle, unless one reaches the end of it, ultimately cannot surpass the dust of time.

The only comfort was that the manor standing in the mountains still existed.

Standing in front of the manor’s gate, everything seemed to become unfamiliar again. Perhaps due to long neglect, the gate had turned rusty.

"Creak!"

A dull sound of the gate opening echoed in the air, as if it had passed through the baptism of time, resounding in the rut of history.

Flowing was not just the sound of rust but also the memories that once lingered here.

"Who’s there?!"

Suddenly, an aged voice rang out, and Zheng Yi lifted his gaze, seeing clearly an old, pale man standing afar questioning.

A glance, it seemed the old silhouette ahead overlapped with a familiar figure in memories, Zheng Yi couldn’t help but tentatively ask.

"Qi Lin?!"

"Qi Lin is my grandfather, may I ask who you are, sir?!"

This old man was initially puzzled, but watching as he looked at Zheng Yi’s face, he seemed to recall something, eyes growing wider, pupils suddenly shrinking as if shocked and frightened.

Then, the old man hunched over, suddenly knelt on the ground, showing unprecedented excitement, beginning to cry.

No need to say, although Zheng Yi had left, his legend had always been passed down here.

Even if Qi Lin’s grandson had aged to such a state, he still recognized Zheng Yi’s image, the image of once the Daluo Alliance’s master, a legendary portrait, hung in the main room, cleaned and tended daily.

So many years had passed, the person’s former appearance had deeply imprinted in the memory of this old man, just suddenly seeing an identical figure, was truly unbelievable, taking a while to react.

Emotionally collapsed, the old white-bearded man cried like a child.

And indeed, before Zheng Yi, the Lord of the Celestial Palace Emperor Venerable, he was still just a child.

Comforting Qi Lin’s grandson, he stammered with a grand bow, finally standing up, slowly recounting the events over these years.

After Zheng Yi disappeared, the Daluo Alliance reached its peak, but merely twenty years later, due to leaderlessness, it collapsed, the seized lands divided by Nine Yin Hall and a few other forces.

Those powerhouses he had trained returned to this manor, defending the family with all their might.

Originally, this manor drew attacks from numerous cultivators. The Five Elements Ghost Mastiff left behind by Zheng Yi suddenly appeared to slaughter the enemies, thus preserving the manor.

Moreover, the manor’s cultivators largely perished, also heavy losses, the remaining ones left the land, barely anyone left.

As for his two concubines, they ultimately couldn’t withstand the passage of time, failed to break through new levels, and passed away.

His grandfather Qi Lin before he died, passed the position to his father, now it’s transferred to him, told to guard the manor well, waiting for the day the master returns.

Listening to the old man’s recount, Zheng Yi’s expression slightly flickered, eyes sparkled, pondering silently.

"Go now! Resolve those families, all those who dared to touch the Daluo Alliance in those years, kill them all!"