The Legend of Futian

Seeing that Goddess Donglai had no thoughts that she wished to make public, no one continued to press her. Although they were the top forces from Wangdu, the status of Goddess Donglai, as the descendant of Supreme Being Donglai, was quite a bit loftier. Even if her fortune had changed after the Supreme Being had fallen, their reputation persisted, and the lords of these forces would have to pay her respect when they were in her presence.

What’s more, this here was outside of Wangshen Watchtower. The relationship between Supreme Being Donglai and the Millet Emperor was well known to everyone.

Once again, everyone’s attention was fixed on the white-haired man on the battlefield inside the matrix. It seemed that Goddess Donglai deliberately brought Ye Futian to cultivate at Wangshen Watchtower. Moreover, Ye Futian would also obtain the inheritance of the Millet Emperor. After all, besides his relationship with Supreme Being Donglai, his own innate strength was quite astounding.

So far, he had not had a single defeat, even with an opponent in the Seventh Realm.

Perhaps Ye Futian’s ultimate opponent would be the invincible prince from the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family—Yan Dongyang.

After Yan Teng was defeated on the battlefield, many realized that few could counter the Phoenix Goddess, who was next to Ye Futian. Possessing a perfect divine flame of the Great Path and extremely domineering offensive power, Yan Teng was the powerful cultivator of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family at the peak of middle-level Renhuang. If he could be crushed, then others wouldn’t stand a chance.

At this moment, Yan Dongyang started walking forward. Some cultivators from Wangshen Watchtower wanted to stop him, but they saw that two powerful Renhuangs were walking along on both sides of him to deter the others.

“Leave me.” Yan Dongyang waved his hand, and suddenly, the men next to him retreated one by one until Yan Dongyang was left by himself. He made his way forward alone.

An incomparably majestic momentum of the Great Path bloomed, and the mighty coercion filled the vast void. Inside the space of the matrix, the pressure could be felt by every cultivator; it was as if everyone was within the domain of his Great Path.

“Back off.” An upper-level Renhuang from Wangshen Watchtower also waved his hand. Suddenly, those cultivators who were about to step forward retreated and gave up their positions. They knew very well that it would be difficult to defeat Yan Dongyang. It was inappropriate for an upper-level Renhuang to get involved, but victory would be equally unlikely with a cultivator of the Seventh Realm.

This was the direct descendant of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. This time, they led an army composed of Renhuang from the Northern Land, which was under his control. No doubt this prestigious role confirmed his status. His combat effectiveness, likewise, was without question.

Furthermore, everyone from Wangshen Watchtower realized that this battle had nothing to do with them but had everything to do with Ye Futian.

Zi Feng’s identity was now exposed, and everyone had guessed Ye Futian’s origin, but what was the relationship between Yan and Eastern Deity Island’s ancient royal family? Everyone knew that they were sworn enemies.

Since Eastern Deity Island sent Ye Futian to cultivate at Wangshen Watchtower, he and Yan Dongyang were fated to be opponents. Now that they met inside the matrix at Wangshen Watchtower, it was natural that they should have a battle.

Both of them were unbeatable and have not lost a single battle so far.

Therefore, when they saw Yan Dongyang moving forward, cultivators from Wangshen Watchtower retreated to give Yan Dongyang and Ye Futian the battlefield. This was a battle between the two of them.

Yan Dongyang continued forward and soon faced Ye Futian. Although they were still far apart, this little bit of distance was really negligible for cultivators in their realms.

“Ye Liunian,” Yan Dongyang said to Ye Futian. Clearly, he knew of Ye Futian’s existence. Not only did he knew him, but also he was quite familiar with him.

Ye Futian was not surprised by it. His existence was not some big secret, and it was not surprising that Yan’s ancient royal family knew of him.

However, he did not consider Yan Dongyang as a sworn enemy. Although he was the descendant of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, Ye Futian had seen many people at this level in the Original Realm. Some of them were awesome existences. Even principalities such as the Dark Court were not unfamiliar to him. From experience, he knew that even the prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family would not necessarily be better.

He didn’t know who would be his sworn enemy, but definitely not Yan Dongyang.

To cultivate at Eastern Deity Island and become the heir of Supreme Being Donglai were all but part of the experience he sought by coming to the Divine Prefecture. In his view, it was all part of the trial on the journey of cultivation, so there was nothing as serious as seeing the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family as the enemy.

Therefore, he regarded Yan Dongyang with total calmness, relaxed, and without hatred. He was not serious or solemn but appeared very laid-back.

On the contrary, Zi Feng appeared more agitated. Her eyes were cold, and the divine flames of the Great Path were burning in those beautiful eyes.

Lord Phoenix had fallen in that battle.

Buzz! Wild wind screamed as blazing currents flew in the void. The Great Path’s divine flame was ignited between heaven and earth as Zi Feng flapped her wings and appeared in the sky above Yan Dongyang. She let out a long cry as the howl of the phoenix resounded throughout the sky. She returned to her true form—a massive divine phoenix. Her eyes were filled with fierceness, completely different from who she was in human form.

Yan Dongyang glanced at her. Inside Yan Dongyang, an extremely violent aura erupted, and the sound of dragons came out of him and continued to rise until it shook the firmament. A sacred dragon swayed upward to support his body to rise even higher.

At this moment, countless giant dragon figures now appeared in the sky. In the middle, Yan Dongyang stood on top of a golden giant dragon, like the lord of the divine dragon. It was something spectacular to behold.

The blazing gust of wind roared, and the divine phoenix rushed out toward Yan Dongyang. The boundless and massive phoenix was extremely domineering. The divine flame of the Great Path burned in the void as her sharp claws tore the Great Path apart.

Roar! The moment Zi Feng made her move, thousands of dragons roared at the same time, and the Song of the Yan Dragon was unleashed. Above the sky, thousands of dragon phantoms roared angrily at the same time, creating quite a sight. Terrifying sound waves of the Great Path swept out to collapse the other. Many groaned inside the matrix as their blood was roiling inside their body, and their spiritual souls were violently shaken. Those who were not strong enough in their cultivation spat out blood, their faces pale. They dared not watch that battlefield as the powerful and invisible sound waves continuously washed over them until they had filled this boundless space.

If onlookers were suffering in this manner, the kind of sonic attack that Zi Feng was under was simply unimaginable. The Great Path’s divine flames seemed to be extinguished by the sound waves, and the massive body of the phoenix seemed to be blocked by an invisible storm. At this moment, Zi Feng could feel the attack through every single one of her feathers.

She raised her head and screamed, and the sound of the phoenix was loud and clear, enough to tear a gap in the song of the dragon. It was not a harmonious chorus of the dragon and the phoenix, but a struggle. The phoenix continued to attack forward, aiming straight for Yan Dongyang.

When he saw this, Ye Futian knew that Zi Feng would lose.

Although both were comparable in realms, Zi Feng possessed the perfect Spiritual Soul of the Great Path. Yan Dongyang also possessed the perfect Divine Wheel. His sonic attacks could subtly restrain many types of attacks. This invisible Great Path was very powerful because even if it was not employed as the main attack, its power was usually more damaging as a secondary method to suppress subsequent attacks.

The Song of the Yan Dragon, where 10,000 dragons roared in unison, was just the first wave of Yan Dongyang’s attacks.

Sure enough, Ye Futian felt a powerful pressure in the next moment, and the vast void seemed to be shrouded and oppressed by an invisible force, heavy and suppressive.

“Spatial Great Path,” Ye Futian thought to himself as he sensed this power of the Great Path. In the next moment, with the attack from Song of the Yan Dragon lingering, Yan Dongyang’s body swooped down. Above the sky, a most divine dragon roared as it dove down, bringing thousands of divine dragons with him. Every one of these phantom dragons blasted on Zi Feng. Although they were hallowed out, they were able to affect Zi Feng’s momentum. Then, Yan Dongyang arrived.

Many people looked up. This confrontation was similar to the previous battle between Zi Feng and Yan Teng. It was as if Yan Dongyang deliberately did so, but this attack was even more violent.

When the dragon and the phoenix converged, the massive divine dragon and the divine phoenix collided. At that moment, a dull sound came from the space, and many felt a suffocating pressure that made it difficult to breathe.

In the next moment, there was another long cry from the dragon and the phoenix that shook the sky and cracked the earth. The Great Path collapsed, and the light of destruction swept across the heavens. Many Renhuang cultivators were thrown out by the momentum. Once again, muffled groans were heard. Those in the Lower Renhuang realm vomited blood, knocked back quite a distance. They did not stop until they were quite far away.

This extraordinary storm also hit Ye Futian. His white robe danced in the wind, but his body was planted there firmly. His eyes focused on the battlefield, motionless.

With a loud noise, he saw the divine phoenix being shocked into retreat, and many of her divine feathers fell off. Each divine feather contained divine flame, but they floated weakly in the air. Zi Feng was shaken from the void to the ground, and a deep pit formed where she had smashed into the ground. The deep pit was instantly filled with streams of flames, burning with extreme heat.

Likewise, Yan Dongyang’s body was knocked backward as he returned to a higher altitude. His aura was tossing and tumbling about his person, but it was clear that he fared much better than Zi Feng. After he had stabilized his stance, his eyes returned to the area below. He said clearly, “As expected, the descendant of Lord Phoenix did not disappoint.”

The body of his dragon was a little red. It was as if it had been scorched by the Divine Flame of the Great Path, but it quickly faded away.

Zi Feng picked herself up from the ground, and there was blood at the corner of the Phoenix’s mouth. Her body was still vibrating. Blood was roiling inside of her.

Ye Futian waved his hand. Suddenly, a medicine pill flew toward Zi Feng. She opened her mouth and swallowed it readily. Her injured body started to recover immediately at an incredible speed. Her eyes were still fixed on Yan Dongyang, who was above in the air as if she was still clamoring to fight.

But she knew very well that she had already lost!