The Legend of Futian

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio  Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Yan Zhu—the prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family—was sitting in the chariot. Right then, he got up and walked out of the chariot. He stood before it and looked towards the silhouette ahead.

Was this the Ye Futian who killed his younger brother Yan Dongyang? Now, Ye Futian had intercepted their procession on their way to the wedding to kill him.

“Your Highness, please step back. This man is dangerous,” a man in black robes said as he walked up beside Yan Zhu. He advised Yan Zhu to step back and retreat. Ye Futian was even more powerful than he was back then. During the Donghua Banquet, Ye Futian was a fourth-tier Renhuang; now, he was already at the fifth-tier. His Great Path had also stabilized, meaning that he had reached his current Plane about three or four years ago.

Aside from Ye Futian’s cultivation level, he seemed to have had fateful encounters. A faint Demonic Qi that filled the air seemed to emanate from his body. It was highly likely that this was connected to the fateful encounter that he obtained from the Demon God Temple in Domain Chief’s Manor’s secret zone back then.

Far away, Ye Futian swept a glance in his direction. Ye Futian’s pupils emanated a charming and enchanting look. They were deep and cold. Yan Zhu felt a chill down his spine. Ye Futian looked at them with a cold, merciless look. It was as though he was looking at dead people.

Yan Zhu was the prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, and the cultivators here were all elites. Their lineup was powerful. On the other hand, Ye Futian only had so many people on his side. They dared to intercept the procession, ignoring their numbers. It sounded laughable, yet right now, the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family cultivators actually felt threatened.

Ye Futian was walking towards them. Everywhere he passed by, blood rained down from the sky. The dragons roared sorrowfully, and the Renhuangs were turned to dust. No one could stop him. Even an eighth-tier Dragon Emperor was killed by him instantly. No one below the ninth-tier could stop him.

Far outside the battlefield, the top forces of the Tianchi Continent, who had come to welcome Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, were conflicted. Should they interfere in this battle?

They also looked towards Ye Futian. They naturally knew who this person was. As expected, this legendary youth was as terrifyingly powerful as the rumors claimed. Eighth-tier Renhuangs were killed like ants by him. He slaughtered his way forward towards the chariot. If he continued doing so, Yan Zhu might truly be in danger.

If they took action now, their help would definitely be timely, and they would certainly gain favor with Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. Yet, was it worth doing so?

How great would the risk be?

It was hard to gauge. Hence, they were all indecisive. They seemed to be waiting for other forces to act. No one wanted to go first.

Once the arrow left the bow, it could not be called back. Once they helped Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, they might be gambling the fate of their clans.

They were also worried that should Ye Futian’s group succeed in killing Yan Zhu and the rest of the cultivators in the procession, would the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family be angry at them for not lending aid?

Although this matter was initially unrelated to them, they were present here after all. They had also intentionally come to welcome the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. If they merely watched from the sidelines when the great battle ensued and resulted in the Renhuangs from the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family being eliminated, Emperor Yan might put the blame on them and purge them all if he was feeling cruel. When that happened, they had no chance to reason with him. In the world of cultivation, one could not do anything if the other party did not reason with you.

This caused many of them to regret coming here. Why did they need to join the fun? By coincidence, they encountered a huge battle here. They were stuck between a rock and a hard place. They could neither attack nor stand by idly.

On the other side, Yan Zhu did not retreat. As a prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, when faced with Ye Futian’s group trying to kill him, how could he retreat?

Even if he did so, what difference would that make? If the Yan Kingdom lost this battle, the result would not change.

“Go face him,” Yan Zhu said. The black-robed man nodded. He was an elder of the Yan Kingdom who had been guarding Yan Zhu since he was young. He had been a ninth-tier Renhuang for many years. He could be considered Yan Zhu’s guardian and his personal bodyguard.

This time, he followed beside Yan Zhu as he made his way over to the Donghua Heavens for the wedding. Now, they were being attacked.

He stepped forward and crossed the sky, heading over towards Ye Futian. Ye Futian seemed to notice him, looking up in his direction. He saw the black-robed man walking over. A very dangerous aura emanated from the other party. Dark currents circled him, and a terrifying black dragon also appeared. In the elder’s hand, he wielded a long black spear which emanated menacing destructive currents.

Sensing this aura, a terrifying divine light shone from Ye Futian’s body. He appeared insufferably arrogant. This black-robed elder was very dangerous. Even Ye Futian did not dare underestimate him. A ninth-tier existence was already at the peak of the Renhuang Plane. The dark currents contained a dense power of destruction and corrosion.

“Everyone, stand down,” the black-robed elder shouted. Immediately, the cultivators around Ye Futian stepped away from the battlefield. The destructive black aura covered the sky and circled the area where Ye Futian stood. The aura formed a black dragon that immediately charged towards him, intending to consume him.

Buzz!

The light of the Demon God radiated from Ye Futian’s figure, the heart of the Demon God beating in his body. Beams of multi-colored light radiated from his figure. The divine shadow of the peacock appeared. It was tens of thousands of feet tall and was astonishing to behold.

“This is…”

The cultivators felt their hearts beating vigorously. The ten-thousand-foot tall shadow of the peacock spread its wings. Brilliant light shot out from its dazzling divine feathers, blasting towards the body of the dragon. It caused the black dragon to turn to dust instantly. The frightening current of corrosion and destruction did not manage to reach Ye Futian’s figure at all before being destroyed by the divine light.

Countless people looked towards the battlefield. The divine light of the peacock lit up the space and caused the hearts of many people to beat heavily. The Dragon Emperor let out long roars. In a human voice, a Dragon Emperor said, “It is the aura of the Demon God. He has obtained an item of the Demon God.”

The cultivators felt their hearts tremble intensely. Ye Futian had obtained an item of the Demon God?

As expected, he had obtained it from the secret zone of Domain Chief’s Manor. The light of the Demon God circled him, and he appeared insufferably arrogant.

Ye Futian wielded his long spear. Divine light circled xfhim. He pointed his long spear forward at the ninth-tier cultivator. Beams of divine light flowed over the long spear and shot out towards his opponent.

Buzz!

Ye Futian’s body shifted. He struck out with his spear. The heavens and earth shook. In an instant, the crowd saw many silhouettes of Ye Futian appear at the same time. Under the divine light of the peacock, there seemed to be more than just one Ye Futian and one spear.

Was this the ability bestowed by the Demon God?

The crowd felt their hearts quavered. The expression of the black-robed man similarly changed. He sensed that each spear was real. Before Ye Futian had reached him, the black-robed man seemed to see an unparalleled Peacock Demon God charging towards him. The divine light of the peacock shone on his body, making him feel as though he was no match for the Demon God.

An intense roar sounded, seemingly causing the heavens and earth to quake. The terrifying black dragon appeared, bellowing at the sky. The black-robed man had nowhere to run. He stabbed his long black spear forward. A frightening black dragon appeared before his spear and collided with the gigantic shadow of the peacock.

The instant the two divine lights collided, frightening light blinded the people around them. Many people could not keep their eyes open. A terrifying wave of destruction spread out with both of them as the center, radiating outwards for thousands of miles.

At that moment, all the buildings for thousands of miles in Crimson City were reduced to flat ground. Countless cultivators coughed up fresh blood. The cultivators observing the battle up close had it worse. They never imagined that a battle high in the sky would produce such terrifying shockwaves that swept across thousands of miles.

Renhuangs could barely hold on. Only middle-level Renhuangs could see what had happened. They saw the shadow of the Peacock Demon God rip apart the black dragon. Beams of the divine light of the peacock became long spears that directly pierced forward. Ye Futian and the black-robed elder switched places. The two of them stood silently in the sky. It was as though time had stopped.

The terrifying aftershocks changed the heavens and the earth, but the battlefield itself was exceptionally quiet.

However, the next moment, the figure of the black-robed elder immediately turned to dust, which scattered to the winds.

A single spear strike killed a ninth-tier cultivator.

Seven years ago, Ye Futian could kill eighth-tier Renhuangs. Now, he could already kill ninth-tier Renhuangs at the peak.

A mighty fifth-tier Renhuang had appeared!