Necropolis Immortal

his strength!

“You may go.
I can overlook the matters of the past, but I will kill you if you cause any trouble in the future!” Though Lu Yun’s tones were cool, they didn’t harbor any hostility.

The Dao King inclined his head.

“To think that it’s true, that he really does possess a cultivation level of the fourth realm.
No wonder he dared take the deviated path!” A smile finally appeared on his face.
The mistress of the Hongmeng hadn’t appeared and Lu Yun had demonstrated his true strength.
The Curse King had lost this round.

“I didn’t anticipate him mysteriously gaining that kind of cultivation level,” sighed the Curse King.
“Ah, I see now.
You visited the lost ancient city on purpose, Dao King.
You didn’t want its city lord to help Lu Yun, but to have her keep the other five in check.”

He’d been so focused on his success this time that he’d overlooked other possibilities.

“Lu Yun wouldn’t have been able to fend off another five city lords and the two dragons wouldn’t have dared draw close,” the Dao King agreed.
“Therefore, I had to use a little trick to ensure those five wouldn’t be able to join the fight.”

Directing the two dragons into Lu Yun’s body had been the Dao King’s final ace.
He just hadn’t known about the cultivation level of the fourth realm.

Piercing through the Hongmeng barrier in three moves meant that Lu Yun was invincible in the third realm.
Nothing would be able to touch him, unless an expert from the fourth realm descended to their world.

It’d be a tall order for the Curse King to find anyone like that for the time being.
This Hongmeng world was unique; no one dared touch the origin of the realm apart from certain desperadoes like the Fire Virtue Potentate.

The Curse King slowly faded away, taking the living corpses with him.
This scheme wasn’t a complete loss for him since he’d gained the core strength of the four ancestral gods.

Clarity returned to Azure Dragon Lake.
The two dragons withdrew from Lu Yun’s body and respectively returned to Myriad Dragon Valley and Redbud Mountain, but he wasn’t made the weaker for it.
The strength he commanded in the fourth realm was far greater than what the two dragons had brought him.
They’d barely elevated him to void refinement level—an amoeba compared to a Nihil World Sovereign.

He remained standing over Azure Dragon Lake, looking wordlessly up at the sky.
Lu Qing stood next to him; the black qilin had already left with the cyclops dangling from its mouth.

The cyclops had his own thoughts and consciousness and he was a genuine potentate, not something projected out of a curse.
The qilin was going to bring him back to the lost ancient city and study him in great detail.

“Qing’er, you don’t need to return to the chaos.
Stay in the Hongmeng,” Lu Yun suddenly said.

“…okay.” Lu Qing shook.
How long had it been since someone called him Qing’er?

He was momentarily transported back to the mythological realm, to that utopia removed from the world and the life of sheer happiness he lived with his parents and senior sister.

“There is no so-called deviated path,” Lu Yun abruptly shouted, filling every corner of the realm with his voice like it were a dao note.

At ninth step kinghood, he didn’t possess the strength for that feat.
But he’d just pierced through the barrier around the realm and obtained the acceptance of the Hongmeng’s orders.
The projections of the four supplemental daos had yet to depart.
They added to his momentum and helped his voice carry further.

“When the path to the true realm was severed, the Hongmeng Tower created a shortcut for us, one pristine and without flaw.
Through it, we become titled kings through battle strength and can still reach the other shore at ninth step kinghood.

“I will now show you the final segment of this path to true kinghood.”

Hummmmm.

His nine dao rules appeared once more.