"Bang!"
Murong emanated a blue divine glow, severing the monk's arm with a chop, blood spraying like heavy rain. Losing an arm, the monk's body plummeted.
"Boom!"
Dust billowed, shaking the heavens. The monk's body smashed into the continent, splitting it into pieces, seawater rushing in to form countless rivers, dividing the land.
The golden light on the monk dimmed, severely wounded. His blood contained traces of blue light, Murong's Great Dao Laws preventing his arm from regenerating.
The Demon Buddha on the other side fared no better. A true Supreme Realm expert, he thought he'd be invincible upon emergence, but instead met a freak like Murong. Fighting two opponents effortlessly, even the original Joyful Buddha wouldn't be her match.
Outside Illusion Sea, a dozen figures watched. Old Supremes and True Immortals, drawn by the Demon Buddha's aura from Celestial Pool Ancient Star, they intended to investigate, but learned Saint Emperor had moved Illusion Sea here, so changed course.
They witnessed the entire process.
Murong's power moved them. Crucially, she was only ten thousand years old, yet her cultivation touched the Immortal Realm. Not just cultivation environment differences.
Murong's talent was immense. Even in the previous Dharma Ending Era of the mortal realm, her performance wouldn't be slower, perhaps even more dominant due to the specific environment.
"Murong, the Murong surname..."
The oldest Old Supreme frowned slightly. He had lived since the mortal realm's Great Shattering, knowing more about ancient matters.
"What's wrong?"
Someone asked.
The Old Supreme shook his head. "Nothing, just overthinking."
Others said nothing.
Am I really overthinking?
"What are you watching?"
A green figure descended.
The group knelt in the void, paying respects.
"Greetings, Saint Emperor!"
Gu Changsheng waved. "Rise!"
"Thank you, Saint Emperor!" they replied.
"Saint Emperor, we're watching their battle," one said.
"What do you think?" Gu Changsheng asked, smiling.
"Very strong!" the person replied.
He meant Murong, naturally.
"How do you compare?" Gu Changsheng asked.
"This..." The person didn't know what to say. They were all protagonists of their era, naturally not thinking themselves inferior.
Of course, excluding Saint Emperor and his son, the Desolate Ancient Great Emperor.
"Old Wang, still proud? The myriad realms are vast, there's always someone better. I admit, in the Supreme Realm, I'm no match for that little girl, but now it's different. I believe I can suppress her in three moves!"
Another immediately said.
He was scorned. How could he say that? A True Immortal, far stronger than a Supreme Realm expert, claiming three moves?
"Saint Emperor, not me, two moves!" someone else said.
"Cut it out, shameless. True Immortal versus a Supreme Realm? Saint Emperor, one move, I only need one move!"
"Half a move..."
"Nonsense, one glance is enough!"
The topic shifted from Murong to their own competition.
"Enough!" the Old Supreme finally spoke.
"Can't you be quiet? Saint Emperor is here, can you afford to disturb him?" The Old Supreme looked at the others sternly.
They fell silent, not out of respect, but because he made sense.
The Old Supreme told Gu Changsheng, "Saint Emperor, forgive them, they haven't fought in years, just bragging."
The others chuckled. They hadn't fought since becoming immortals. Sparring didn't count. Only life-and-death battles could ignite their passion.
Watching Murong's deadly duel with the two Supremes was exciting!
"What about you?" Gu Changsheng asked the Old Supreme, smiling.
"Me?" The Old Supreme paused, then laughed. "I don't need to fight, my aura alone will intimidate her!"
"Boo!"
The others booed. Saying that meant he was stronger than them. They wouldn't tolerate that.
They were colleagues, why claim superiority?
"If you disagree, challenge me!" the Old Supreme said, rolling up his sleeves.
"Let's go, who's afraid?"
"With Saint Emperor here, let's decide who's strongest, the strongest will be the boss!"
"Excellent suggestion, we should've decided who's the boss long ago, for better coordination."
The dozen chattered, forgetting the ten colleagues in Saint Emperor Palace. What if they disagreed?
They completely forgot that.
Gu Changsheng smiled, watching them.
These were the only people of his generation in the mortal realm. As long as they didn't harm it, he wouldn't interfere.
"How about adding me?"
The Golden Ancient Emperor arrived in golden armor.
In just months, his cultivation reached the Immortal King!
"Old Wang, you said you learned to cook? Great, let's gather at your place soon."
"Right, it's been a while, time to gather."
They dropped the topic, shifting focus.
Gu Changsheng looked at the Golden Ancient Emperor. "Breakthrough?"
The Golden Ancient Emperor nodded. "I already had insights. After kicking my son on Celestial Pool Ancient Star, I suddenly understood. After months of seclusion, I broke through."
He was already at True Immortal peak when ascending, almost at the limit. After over a thousand years of insights, plus truly acknowledging his son, his heart became more open, and he naturally broke through.
The others froze.
That was a real kick!
"Golden Ancient Emperor, do you have extra sons?" someone asked.
"What do you want?" he asked defensively.
"I feel like I'm just a kick away from breaking through," the person laughed.
"Get lost!" the Golden Ancient Emperor scolded, knowing they were mocking him. But so what? Beating his son was natural.
"Why are you here?" Gu Changsheng asked.
"Isn't my son here? I'm worried as a father," he said.
"Do you believe that?" Gu Changsheng asked, smiling.
"Just here to watch the fun," the Golden Ancient Emperor said.
Whether it was to protect his son or watch the fun, everyone knew.
At that moment, the Golden Ancient Emperor's son was in a corner of Illusion Sea, feeling the oppressive Supreme aura, wanting to curse his father.
"This isn't a place for humans!"
He was about to cry.
