Eternal Emperor's Path to Ascension

At the same time, Central Continent, Heavenly Region.

Several figures rapidly traversed the cloudy heavens.

Although the rain had gradually weakened compared to before, dark clouds still covered the entire sky, stretching towards the horizon without end. Occasionally, thunder rumbled faintly from somewhere far away.

At the very front of the group flew four figures.

They were Wang Daoyun, Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch, Jiang Chengxuan, and Jiang Ruyin.

However, strangely enough, the atmosphere among the four was unusually tense.

Or rather, the atmosphere among three of them was relatively normal, only the Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch seemed particularly cautious.

Every once in a while, she would glance behind them from the corner of her eyes, her expression remaining calm despite the vigilance filling the depths of her gaze.

Behind the four, a lone figure with lavender eyes followed silently.

He appeared extremely young, with a handsome and almost ethereal face, with long black hair falling loosely behind his back and dark robes fluttering gently beneath the wind.

His expression was completely indifferent, no emotion visible in his eyes.

Right now, he just followed behind the group at an unhurried pace, neither approaching nor distancing himself from them.

However, no one dared underestimate him.

This was none other than the Blade Saint, currently the most terrifying supreme expert of the demonic path still remaining in the world, the strongest Sword Cultivator of the demonic path, a Perfect Half Immortal!

Even throughout the entire Lower Realm, there were very few beings under Immortals capable of standing alongside him.

Before Tian Yongheng’s sudden rise, this person had already been considered among the strongest beings beneath Immortal Gods.

More importantly, his attainments in the Sword Dao were extremely terrifying.

Among the demonic cultivators in the Lower Realm, there was probably no one capable of surpassing him in the Sword Dao.

Even compared to Tian Yun, the Nine Extremities Sword Celestial and current Saint Master of Kunlun Divine Mountain, the difference between them was extremely small.

One was the strongest Sword Cultivator of the righteous path, the other was the greatest Sword Cultivator of the demonic path.

Perhaps only a battle could determine the stronger one.

And now, such an existence was silently following behind them.

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch felt uncomfortable no matter how she thought about it.

She couldn’t help but glance backward again.

The Blade Saint remained expressionless.

"..."

Seeing this, she immediately looked forward again.

Wang Daoyun naturally noticed her actions, letting out a sigh, a hint of complexity in his gaze towards the direction of Kunlun Divine Mountain.

"Yunyun, You don’t need to be so nervous."

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch looked at him, her beautiful brows immediately furrowing at these words.

"Not nervous?"

She lowered her voice.

"Do you even know who is following us?"

Wang Daoyun remained silent for a moment before answering.

"...The Blade Saint."

"Exactly."

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch’s expression was speechless, "Then how are you so calm?"

Wang Daoyun glanced backward, and the Blade Saint also happened to look towards him.

Their gazes briefly met, but neither of them reacted.

Wang Daoyun calmly withdrew his gaze.

"If he wanted to take action against us, we would already be dead."

"..."

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch was about to speak, but found herself unable to retort.

Beside them, Jiang Chengxuan almost laughed.

However, sensing the murderous gaze immediately directed in his direction, he sensibly restrained himself.

To be honest, neither Jiang Chengxuan nor Wang Daoyun were particularly worried.

After all, both of them had already reached the Immortal Ascension Realm, capable of fighting across realms to slay Half Immortals.

Their understanding of the current situation was naturally far greater than ordinary cultivators.

Although neither knew exactly what was happening, they could feel it. The world was changing, the Lower Realm Spirit had become increasingly abnormal, a Providence vortex had emerged, continously gathering Providence in the Second Great Mortal World, and even the connection between realms had been severed.

And now, from the looks of it, a supreme powerhouse of Kunlun, possibly the legendary Sword Venerable, had fallen.

Even a fool could tell something enormous was going on.

Furthermore, during the Righteous-Demonic War, the Blade Saint had unexpectedly turned his blade towards the demonic path, just like Demon Lord Nine Calamities.

Having been a neutral figure for so long, no one expected him to participate in that conflict, and the righteous path would also not really seek trouble with him for no reason.

Although no one understood his reasons for doing that, that single action already proved many things.

If he had truly wished to harm them in the name of the demonic path, he would never have done that.

Thus, when the group encountered him several hours earlier, and the Blade Saint suddenly asked them to guide him towards Kunlun Divine Mountain, Wang Daoyun was only slightly surprised before agreeing.

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch, on the other hand, clearly possessed some lingering trauma from the Righteous-Demonic War.

After all, she had personally participated in the most brutal battles of that war alongside Wang Daoyun.

She knew better than most how terrifying the demonic path’s supreme powerhouses truly were.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ruyin had completely different concerns.

Flying beside Jiang Chengxuan, she occasionally glanced at the distant dark clouds.

Her expression appeared calm, but inwardly, her thoughts were already in complete chaos.

Everything... is completely wrong.

Jiang Ruyin frowned almost imperceptibly.

Ever since the Righteous-Demonic War, no, ever since she transmigrated to this world everything had become increasingly strange.

As someone who had transmigrated into this world after reading the original story on Earth, Jiang Ruyin possessed an advantage no one else had; she knew the plot. Or rather, she was supposed to know the plot.

But now?

What plot?!

Everything had already been thrown into complete chaos!

The Eternal Lord had never existed in the original story, at least not as far as she remembered!

There had certainly been mysterious ancient powerhouses and hidden old monsters mentioned throughout the story, but Tian Yongheng?

There was absolutely nothing!

Yet now, this person had somehow become one of the strongest being in the entire world!

Many events surrounding Yan Jingfei were becoming increasingly different, and even the world was changing because of that, continously deviating from the plotline.

And the source of everything was the Eternal Lord!

Jiang Ruyin’s expression gradually became strange.

At this point, was Yan Jingfei even the real regressor protagonist anymore?

The thought sounded ridiculous, after all, Yan Jingfei was obviously still a regressor.

But what use was regression if the future you remembered no longer existed?

Thinking about it this way, Jiang Ruyin suddenly felt much better.

At least I’m not alone.

Somewhere out there, Yan Jingfei was probably even more confused than she was.

After all, Jiang Ruyin only remembered a novel; Yan Jingfei had personally lived through an entire timeline!

Imagine returning to the past with a hundred thousand years of knowledge, preparing to use your future memories to seize every opportunity, only to discover that some random monster who never existed before had suddenly appeared and become the strongest in the world.

Jiang Ruyin almost felt sympathy for her until she remembered that Yan Jingfei was the Eternal Lord’s eldest disciple.

Damn it...

Could that Eternal Lord be a transmigrator too?

I’m also a transmigrator, why is the difference between us so great then!?

She discarded these useless thoughts soon enough, returning to the present.

The recent abnormalities were becoming impossible to ignore.

Although she was only a Nascent Soul cultivator, she had already begun comprehending the heavenly rules.

Naturally, her perception of heaven and earth had undergone a qualitative transformation, and because of that, she could feel something was wrong with the world.

It was an extremely vague sensation, something she couldn’t explain or understand, but it felt as if an invisible pressure was continuously accumulating, like the silence before an enormous storm.

Judging by the recent activities of her family and the powerful cultivators around her, it didn’t seem to be only her who had this feeling.

Such an event... had also never occurred in the original plotline.

Jiang Ruyin unconsciously looked upward.

What exactly... is happening?

Unfortunately, no one could answer her.

Just then, the Blade Saint suddenly spoke from behind them.

"How much farther?"

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch’s body immediately tensed at the sound of his voice.

Wang Daoyun calmly replied, looking towards the horizon.

"Not far, we should arrive soon."

The Blade Saint nodded, "Good."

Then, he fell silent again.

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch glanced at Wang Daoyun.

Her expression clearly seemed to ask: that’s it?

Wang Daoyun ignored her.

Jiang Chengxuan finally couldn’t suppress his amusement anymore, a faint smile appearing on his face.

The Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch immediately noticed.

"What are you smiling about?"

Jiang Chengxuan immediately looked elsewhere.

"You must be seeing things."

Jiang Ruyin absent mindedly watched everything.

For some reason, this scene felt strangely peaceful.

A Sword Dao monster who is also the successor of the most powerful faction in the world and the original male lead, a Vermilion Bird possessing True Phoenix Essence Blood, a genius crown prince of an Immortal Dynasty who is the second male lead, a supreme demonic powerhouse known as the strongest Sword Cultivator of the demonic path, and herself, a princess of an Immortal Dynasty who happens to be a villainess and also a transmigrator who had absolutely no idea what was happening anymore.

What kind of strange group was this?

However, the peaceful atmosphere did not last long.

Suddenly, Wang Daoyun raised his head, his eyes sharpening.

"We’ve arrived."

Everyone immediately looked forward.

Beyond the endless clouds, a distant shadow gradually emerged, and as they continued approaching, the shadow became larger and larger until finally, an unimaginably enormous divine mountain range appeared before their eyes.

Kunlun Divine Mountain!

Countless peaks pierced through the heavens and Immortal mist surrounded the mountains as ancient palaces floated between clouds.

Vast formations covered heaven and earth, their fluctuations faintly causing even the surrounding worldly laws to tremble.

Despite the gloomy weather, Kunlun remained as majestic as ever.

Jiang Ruyin subconsciously widened her eyes.

Even though she had already seen countless magnificent scenes after entering the cultivation world and had once even been to Kunlun during the Kunlun Immortal Convention, seeing it once again was still different.

It possessed an indescribable feeling, as if it had stood there since the beginning of time and space.

Behind them, the Blade Saint finally revealed a slight change in expression.

His calm eyes slowly swept across the endless mountain range.

"So... this is Kunlun, the greatest divine mountain of the Mortal World."

He murmured softly.

Surprisingly, despite his cultivation and status, this was indeed his first time visiting Kunlun.

Wang Daoyun nodded, "The strongest holy land of the Second Great Mortal World."

However, the moment they approached the mountain, everyone gradually noticed something strange.

Kunlun was far too quiet.

The usual Immortal lights traversing between peaks had decreased dramatically, the disciples they occasionally encountered all possessed solemn expressions, and an indescribable atmosphere of sorrow seemed to envelop the entire mountain.

Wang Daoyun’s expression hardened slightly, and the Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch also frowned.

Wang Daoyun knew what had happened, but the Heavenly Feather Crimson Monarch didn’t.

The Blade Saint’s eyes narrowed slightly, a thought emerging in his mind.

Did that one... actually fall?

Just then, a distant bell suddenly echoed throughout Kunlun.

*Dong!*

The sound was ancient and heavy, passing across every mountain and valley for hundreds of thousands of miles.

Jiang Ruyin’s heart inexplicably tightened.

*Dong!*

The bell rang again, causing countless disciples throughout Kunlun to silently lower their heads.

Wang Daoyun’s gaze turned towards the highest Tenth Summit of Kunlun Divine Mountain.

A hint of sorrow appeared in the depths of his eyes.