Two Realms: I Will Become the Immortal Emperor

The sudden shout plunged the bustling Mountain God Temple into a dead silence.

The early morning was still, and a thin mist shrouded the mountains.

'Is it them?'

Zhao Sheng was also stunned.

He never would have imagined that the ones who spoke were the three cultivators his master had been watching.

He turned to look at his master, but Wu Derong's face was ashen—he was terrified! Four to five hundred Foundation Establishment Cultivators and five Golden Core cultivators were here preparing to establish a sect, and someone suddenly said, 'Everyone's here. It's time to make our move.' What did that mean?

They had walked into an ambush!

And he wasn't the only one who thought so.

"What's going on? Were we lured here?"

"Or is the Alliance Leader a fake? Is the Star-Picking Sect a fake, too? Is this a deliberate plot by the Primordial Sect to wipe us all out in one fell swoop?"

"To deal with a group like us, the Primordial Sect must have sent half their members..."

This sudden turn of events naturally made the cautious and suspicious Evil Cultivators overthink things. The more timid ones even began to suspect that the mountain was already surrounded by the Primordial Sect's Golden Core cultivators.

These Evil Cultivators were no strangers to situations like this.

For a moment, no one dared to move.

The despairing siblings, Lei Boyong and Lei Boyu, had waited fearfully inside the Mountain God Temple for half the night. They had watched the group hold a meeting and were on the verge of signing the roster. It even seemed like they were preparing to use the siblings as a human sacrifice, so Lei Boyong and his sister had already resolved to take their own lives.

After all.

Falling into their hands would be a fate worse than death!

But they never expected such a sudden turn of events—

Reinforcements had arrived!

"Fellow Daoists! Fellow Daoists..."

Lei Boyong shouted as he forced his way through the wall of Evil Cultivators. He cupped his hands at Chen Che and said, "I am the Third Elder of the Lei Family from Bai State, and this is my younger sister, Lei Boyu, the family's Seventh Elder."

He wanted to make their identities known, lest he and his sister be mistaken for Evil Cultivators and cut down during the impending slaughter.

Chen Che gave a casual nod, gesturing for them to stand behind his group of three. He had noticed that the siblings weren't Evil Cultivators as soon as Wu Derong's party had arrived; they had clearly been swept up in this by accident.

Pei Chu and Gongyang Shuo exchanged a glance, seeing the suspicion in each other's eyes, then looked at the other cultivators in the temple.

Their thoughts mirrored everyone else's.

They suspected someone in the alliance had leaked information that was intercepted by the Primordial Sect, leading to this ambush. But a sweep of their Divine Sense revealed no one at the foot of the mountain, and the guards they had posted were unharmed.

Though confused, they didn't dare lower their guard. Pei Chu raised a hand slightly.

"Impressive methods, Primordial Sect. We were too careless and acted too openly. Since we've been exposed, you might as well call everyone out!"

Lei Boyu nodded repeatedly.

With only the five of them in the Mountain God Temple, they seemed far too outnumbered. More people would mean more courage.

Hearing this, the Evil Cultivators guessed things wouldn't end well today and that a fierce battle was unavoidable. They all began to secretly circulate their True Essence or grip their Magical Artifacts, like leopards poised to strike, wary of enemies that might appear from any direction.

"It's just the three of us!"

Seeing the Evil Cultivators' darting eyes and defensive postures, Chen Che understood what they were afraid of.

However, coming from him, those words weren't very convincing.

Pei Chu thought the same. He simply couldn't believe that just three people would dare say such a thing in the headquarters of the Ten Thousand Gods Alliance. But Gongyang Shuo, who had been observing them closely, cried out in surprise.

"Valley Master Chen?"

"Gongyang Shuo. I never thought you'd be an elder of the Star-Picking Sect. It seems your trespassing into Jinyun Valley that night was no accident. You were likely targeting my Jinyun Valley all along..."

Hearing the other party's acknowledgement, Pei Chu also realized that these three had likely stumbled upon them by chance, drawn in by the commotion.

After all.

The disturbance from the 'Banquet of the Gods' was too great to hide from three Golden Core cultivators.

However, since it wasn't the Primordial Sect, he actually felt relieved and laughed heartily.

"So it is Valley Master Chen in person. No wonder just three people could speak as if they had the Ten Thousand Gods Alliance surrounded. I admit you're powerful, but we're no slouches either. If we really fight, it's anyone's guess who will come out on top..."

"I'll give you some face, Valley Master Chen. Today is the founding of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect, a day that shouldn't be marked by bloodshed. Besides, it is an honor for the Ten Thousand Gods Sect to have you witness its establishment!"

Fame was a truly ephemeral thing.

Every day, cultivators became famous overnight, and famous cultivators died just as suddenly. They were countless.

This was why many in the world of cultivation looked down on rising stars. But Jinyun Valley's reputation was not what it once was. After Chen Che killed Lu Wanli, the leader of the Hong Alliance personally brought his son to apologize, clearly showing that Chen Che had earned a fearsome reputation.

Therefore, Pei Chu's words were extremely polite. He both hinted at his own strength and flattered his opponent, giving both sides a way to back down gracefully.

Although Gongyang Shuo would have loved to see this group fight Chen Che to the death, he couldn't object since Pei Chu had spoken. After all, establishing the Ten Thousand Gods Sect was the top priority. So, after a moment of consideration, he spoke.

"Trespassing in Jinyun Valley was truly a misunderstanding. As they say, it's better to resolve enmity than to create it. The Star-Picking Sect now holds all the cards. You're a smart man, Valley Master; a wise bird chooses its branch. Perhaps in the future, we'll have a chance to share a drink and chat merrily!"

Xiao Chan and Chen Xi frowned in unison. They could naturally hear the threat in Pei Chu's words and the attempt at recruitment in Gongyang Shuo's. But if they were to be intimidated by such talk, there would be no point in doing anything at all.

Before they could react, Chen Che glanced at Gongyang Shuo and smiled.

"I've waited all night for this very moment. So what if there are a lot of you? It's perfect for wiping you all out at once. If you hadn't shown up so suddenly, I would have made my move long ago."

As soon as these words were spoken, Pei Chu's smiling expression turned cold.

Gongyang Shuo's gaze sharpened.

At the same time, the Lei siblings were dumbfounded. They had thought the Primordial Sect had arrived with a massive army, but it turned out to be just these three. Still, the trio commanded great respect, and the Evil Cultivators were willing to let them go. At least they would survive, right?

But who would have thought that the three of them genuinely intended to destroy the Ten Thousand Gods Sect?

Within the yet-to-be-founded Ten Thousand Gods Sect, although the Evil Cultivators each had their own schemes, they also shared a sense of 'brothers may bicker, but they unite against outsiders.'

In the past, every one of them had been hunted like dogs by the righteous factions. With the Ten Thousand Gods Sect, they would finally have a sanctuary. But who would have expected their opponent to be so ruthless, intending to wipe them all out with just three people? Their faces instantly turned cold.

Pei Chu's pupils constricted, his eyes glinting with a cold light.

"I address you respectfully as Valley Master Chen, but don't you get ahead of yourself! Since you refuse to appreciate my goodwill, I will use your blood today as a sacrifice for the founding of the Ten Thousand Gods Sect."

Even the so-called righteous and noble sects would shout, 'Evil Cultivators are violent! No need to play by the rules with them!'

To say nothing of these cautious and cunning Evil Cultivators.

Every Evil Cultivator present was old and crafty. Hearing these words, they immediately understood it was the signal to attack.

Four to five hundred Foundation Establishment Evil Cultivators attacking in unison—the sheer force of it was terrifying.

BOOM—

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi drawn in by the attacks alone was enough to violently blow the entire Mountain God Temple apart. Amidst the exploding dust and wood splinters, a sky full of Magic, Magical Artifacts, and Talismans hurtled toward the five of them almost simultaneously.

Pei Chu, at the forefront, thrust his large hand forward in a grasping motion. As his slender, bamboo-like right hand shot out, there was a sound like tearing silk—RRRIP!—as countless streams of black mist burst through his skin.

It then swelled to several times its original size, transforming into the giant, scaled claw of some unknown monster, with barbs growing from its knuckles.

The instant it formed, it was already sweeping toward Chen Che.

Behind him, Gongyang Shuo gripped his hand in a reverse hold. With a FLAP, a white Soul-Calling Banner unfurled in the wind. Countless shadowy wandering souls poured out from it like a torrential tide.

An overwhelming swarm of Yin Soul Fiend Ghosts, numbering in the millions! The sky, which had been scorched by the blazing sun, was instantly obscured by dark clouds, plunging the world back into a pitch-black night where one couldn't see their hand in front of their face.

And at the same time.

Vice Alliance Leader Song Yuanxing pointed with two fingers held together.

CLANG! The longsword on his back was unsheathed. This one sword brought with it an endless cascade of sword light, as countless starlight-like Flying Swords shot out after it. His seemingly ordinary Flying Sword was actually a Sword Box.

With a wave of his bare hand, these Flying Swords paused for a moment before shooting out in unison, like thousands of crossbow bolts.

The two Golden Core cultivators behind him also attacked in unison...

And at that moment.

Chen Che had already raised and flipped his hand, throwing out a Gourd. He held two fingers straight up.

"Go!"