The Legend of Futian

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

Many cultivators were retreating away from the suppressive and terrifying space. They sensed that the battle was about to begin.

It was not safe for a battle of this magnitude to be within a range of 1000 miles, let alone the surrounding regions. No one knew how far the aftershocks would reach if these two cultivators unleashed their powers

without holding back.

However, most top cultivators would hold themselves back slightly when fighting.

As the crowd retreated, their gazes were still fixed on the battlefield. They were very concerned about this storm.

This was a battle between the Dark World and the Ziwei Segmentum. Now, Ziwei Imperial Palace had become one of the top forces aside from the Emperor-level forces. It was a superpower that had surpassed the

Ancient God Clans. It could even be considered the number one force aside from those Emperor-level forces.

Several years ago, this point had been proven in the Old Heaven Court. The members of Ziwei Imperial Palace had fought against the various cultivators of the Heaven Realm.

After that battle, the world knew that Ziwei Imperial Palace's power was only second to that of the Emperor-level forces.

Even if the Dark Court wanted to take them down, it wouldn't be an easy feat to pull off.

Moreover, Ye Futian's group had the backing of the heir of the Devil Emperor, Yu Sheng. He had received the teachings of the Demonic Lord. Several years ago, he had a short exchange with Ji Wudao in the Old Heaven

Court. His ability was astonishing.

With such a background, the Dark Court did not necessarily have the advantage, unless Yu Sheng did not participate in the battle and did not use the will of the Demonic Lord. Most likely, no one from Ziwei Imperial

Palace could stand against Lord Shaman. The Great Shaman of the Dark Court was the strongest figure of the Dark Court aside from the Dark Lord. He was the leader of the Three Dark Sages. No one knew how

powerful his abilities were now. However, without a doubt, he would be among the strongest aside from the Great Emperors.

"Show no mercy!" said Lord Shaman as he slowly swept a glance at Ye Futian when he heard the latter speaking. There was a condescending look in his crimson pupils. He then looked at Supreme Swordlord.

"Supreme Swordlord, you are a cultivator from the Divine Prefecture. This does not concern you. You have cultivated for so many years. Why get swept into this mess now? I will give you the chance to leave," said Lord

Shaman nonchalantly. His words contained a cold and sinister aura that caused the surrounding people to feel uncomfortable.

Although Supreme Swordlord had gained fame in the Divine Prefecture many years ago and was a powerful cultivator on the Near-Deity List, he did not have confidence that he could defeat The Great Shaman if pitted

against the latter.

"Then, I should be thanking you," Supreme Swordlord replied as he glanced back at Lord Shaman with a faint smile. Who did Lord Shaman think Supreme Swordlord was? Even though Supreme Swordlord was not an

heir of an Emperor-level force, he was a Near-Deity Level existence who had been renowned for many years. In terms of seniority, he was above Lord Shaman. Now, the other party was speaking to him in sucha

manner and giving him the chance to leave?

Supreme Swordlord was old, but his sword was still sharp.

Lord Shaman naturally understood Supreme Swordlord's meaning. He did not say anymore. His figure gradually floated up into the sky. His black robes danced in the wind. He extended both his hands, and

immediately, the dark will in the sky ran amok. It was as though the end of the world had truly come. It was extremely terrifying.

Furthermore, there were countless streaks of crimson light of catastrophe flashing amidst the dark storm. The appearance of the lights of catastrophe was unpredictable. It was as though the lights were a natural part

of the storm. Many cultivators felt their spiritual souls trembling even though they were merely standing beneath the aura.

"Run!" They lost interest in witnessing the battle as they swiftly took to their heels. Other cultivators might still consider onlookers while they were engaged in battle. However, this was Lord Shaman from the Dark

Court. Would he care?

Rumble. Rumble. Rumble. Terrifying collisions reverberated in space. Many crimson stone pillars suddenly plummeted onto the ground, sealing this vast region off.

At the same time, a blood-red altar appeared in the sky. The entire domain turned into an altar of sacrifice. The place was enveloped by darkness.

Lord Shaman stood on the altar like an almighty god as he looked down on Ye Futian. There was contempt in his gaze. He roared, "Vermin, you are but a chess piece of the various forces. Yet, you dream of defying the

gods and changing your fate. You do not know your place."

His voice could be heard far and wide, and it reverberated in everyone's eardrums. He was absolutely domineering.

Many cultivators were astonished. In the eyes of Lord Shaman, Ye Futian was merely an ant?

The latter was just a chess piece?

Ye Futian also looked up at the other party. Lord Shaman's ability was already at the peak of the Near-Deity Plane. He was similar to First Demon Sage Yan Guiyi and Dugu Wuxie. He was among the strongest figures

aside from the Great Emperors. Once this crimson altar appeared, the other party controlled this domain.

Was Ye Futian an ant?

Of course not.

Was he a chess piece?

Ina sense, Ye Futian was indeed a chess piece. The Dark World, the Devil World, and the Empty Divine Realm all treated him like one. They used him to check and balance the Divine Prefecture. They didn't even mind

letting him grow stronger to the point that he could threaten Donghuang the Great. Back when the Original Realm was being thrown into chaos, these Emperor-level forces from the other worlds had spared Ziwei

Imperial Palace.

If they had chosen to eradicate Ziwei Imperial Palace at that time, the latter would most likely not have been able to withstand their attacks and would have perished.

Therefore, it was not wrong for Lord Shaman to say that Ye Futian was a chess piece.

However, if that was the case, who was the mastermind behind the scenes?

Was it the Dark Court and the Empty Divine Realm?

The real mastermind most likely would not be so easily identified.

"If I wanted to take your life, I could do so anytime I want," continued Lord Shaman. Even though Ye Futian's ability now was already exceptional, the latter still made such a statement.

As he said this, bolts of crimson lightning descended within the dark domain like lights of catastrophe. They were like the power of judgment from heaven that could destroy everything in the world.

Buzz. Powerful Sword Will burst forth from the divine sword in Supreme Swordlord's hand. A Sword Realm immediately enveloped the cultivators of Ziwei Imperial Palace around him. If this power came crashing down

on them, ordinary cultivators would not be able to withstand it. They would perish to the crimson lightning.

"Is that so?" Ye Futian raised his head and glanced at Lord Shaman. Then, he said, "Today, I shall see for myself how you plan to take my life."

Just when everyone thought Ye Futian would dive into battle with Lord Shaman, the former turned around to look at the white-robed lady, who was standing behind him. This caused many people to raise their

eyebrows in puzzlement.

"Do you want to test out the results of your recent training?" Ye Futian asked Ling Long. Ye Futian believed that she would surely sharpen her skills with Lord Shaaman—the most advanced cultivator in the Dark

Court—as her opponent.

After all, in Ye Imperial Palace, Ling Long was unrivaled. Now, Ye Futian had found her an opponent that didn't seem too shabby.

"Alright," replied Ling Long as she nodded her head.

Then, she stepped forward and walked towards where Lord Shaman stood. This caused the various cultivators to reveal strange expressions.

Not only was Ye Futian not fighting himself, he actually sent out a woman to fight on his behalf?

This woman dressed in white had an extraordinary temperament. Her appearance was outstanding. No one recognized her, and they had never seen her before. However, even if she was extraordinary, Ye Futian asked

her to deal with Lord Shaman? Wasn't that tantamount to suicide?.