Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy

"Did you guys see what happened just now?"

"Yes. The wounds on those four people were superficial. They weren’t fatal at all."

"Right, they weren’t fatal. So how exactly did they die?"

The spectators looked at one another as the buzz of discussion grew louder, their gazes all intently fixed on the Blood-Transforming God Saber floating above Wu Tian’s palm.

Supreme Treasures are rare. But what about Wu Tian? It seems he has quite a few.

In the Immortal Emperor Realm, everyone desired a Supreme Treasure, but no one present dared to offend Wu Tian. The flames of desire kindled in their hearts by the Supreme Treasures were desperately suppressed.

"The championship now belongs to my daughter. Does anyone have an objection?"

Wu Tian swept his gaze across the crowd. His voice was loud and clear, like thunder resonating in everyone’s ears. Wu Tian’s words, though spoken softly, seemed to vibrate their very eardrums.

"No objections."

"She is the rightful champion."

"..."

This was a warning from Wu Tian. His daughter had already been wronged once, and he would not allow such a twisting, complicated affair to happen again. The path to the championship ought to be a straight one. That was his intention.

Not a single person present objected.

Wu Tian smiled, considering the matter settled. From this day forward, the Array Masters’ guilds of the Three Realms would hold the Xiuyuan Realm’s guild in the highest esteem.

At this moment, the audience roared.

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

"Champion!"

Their voices thundered.

The little one was delighted. She walked up to Wu Tian and asked for a hug. Wu Tian picked her up, fulfilling her wish.

"Dad, I want to sleep with you tonight. Remember to tell me a story."

This was the first time the little one had ever asked to sleep with him. Wu Tian paused for a moment, then smiled and agreed.

The scene was full of celebratory liveliness, but at that very moment, a voice potent enough to make Wu Tian’s heart sink resounded.

"I, the Undead Martial Sovereign, Lord of the Endless Divine Realm, hereby proclaim to all living beings in the Immortal Emperor Realm: this era’s Heavenly Mandate belongs to my younger brother and no other. Any who dare to contest it shall be killed without mercy!"

This voice echoed everywhere between heaven and earth.

Wu Tian naturally heard it, and the smile on his face froze. His eyes shifted from warm to piercingly cold, and the air around him chilled.

Upon hearing this proclamation, the Great Heavenly King of Dogs of the Dog Clan roared at the heavens!

In various places, Wu Tian’s scattered pets, disciples, and old friends all wore expressions of fury.

Who was this Undead Martial Sovereign? Ten thousand years ago, when the Wutian Celestial Emperor left the Heavenless Immortal Domain, the Undead Martial Sovereign seized the opportunity to rise to power. He occupied the Heavenless Immortal Domain, renaming it the Endless Divine Realm. Within its borders, Wu Tian’s old friends and followers suffered one after another. Across the lands, from the highest Firmament to the world below, the statues of the Wutian Celestial Emperor were destroyed one by one, replaced by those of the Undead Martial Sovereign.

In this life, Wu Tian had a blood feud.

"Dad..." The little one looked up worriedly at Wu Tian, touching his icy cheek, hoping her father would calm his anger.

The Undead Martial Sovereign’s voice was steeped in authority and suffused with the might of the Martial Path. Many who felt defiance in their hearts were unknowingly and grievously injured. Those with insufficient strength simply exploded where they stood.

Between heaven and earth, no one dared to openly speak out against the Undead Martial Sovereign’s tyranny.

The Heavenly Mandate! It appears in every generation! He who obtains the Heavenly Mandate becomes the Immortal Emperor. Yet the Undead Martial Sovereign had just declared that this time, the Heavenly Mandate belonged to his brother. Anyone who dared to vie for it would be killed without mercy!

The masses were resentful.

The Heavenly Mandate doesn’t belong to his family! It has always been an ownerless thing. Besides, the Heavenly Mandate chooses its own host. Does this mean that if the Heavenly Mandate doesn’t choose his brother, everyone else has to die?

Despite their resentment, they were powerless. The beings at the venue were still marveling at the Undead Martial Sovereign’s power. A single sentence that could echo through heaven and earth—such a Realm was something they all envied.

As for Wu Tian, he left, holding the little one, his expression cold. He was unwilling to listen to anyone sing the Undead Martial Sovereign’s praises.

The Undead Martial Sovereign’s myth of invincibility... I will shatter it! I swear I will take his head!

Qin Yuhan saw Wu Tian leaving in silence and couldn’t help but follow. Walking by his side, she could clearly feel his silent, cold aura, thick with killing intent.

Si’er also noticed the strange change in her Sect Leader. After saying a quick word to Luo Tian, she also left.

"Big Brother."

Si’er caught up to them, but Wu Tian didn’t reply. He kept walking, the atmosphere around him so heavy that no one knew what had happened. Si’er furrowed her brow slightly and continued to follow in silence.

"The Secret History of the Undead Martial Sovereign."

"The Secret History of the Undead Martial Sovereign! Who wants to know?"

"All the answers are in the House of Storytellers."

Wu Tian’s feet carried him forward, though he himself didn’t know where he was going. He was in a foul mood, wandering aimlessly. His aimless wandering brought him before a bookstore in the Artifact Domain, one run by a storyteller. In front of the shop, a storyteller was hawking his wares.

"The Undead Martial Sovereign? Let’s go in and have a look."

Wu Tian’s eyes lit up. He was quite interested to find out just who this Undead Martial Sovereign really was.

The storyteller organization... its members are countless and scattered across the world, yet they all look identical. Twins, triplets... they’re nothing compared to the storytellers. The storytellers are a family of infinite, identical siblings.

"May I ask what these customers would like?"

This storyteller looked exactly like the one from Tianwang Mountain. The only difference was his age; he seemed to be about thirty-five. He approached them with a chuckle as he asked his question.

Every storyteller’s face was cast from the same mold, though their temperaments differed. Most, however, possessed the air of a scholar, and this one was no exception.

"I want to know about the Undead Martial Sovereign," Wu Tian said, getting straight to the point.

"Of course," the storyteller said with a smile. "As long as you can pay the price, anything can be discussed."

Si’er stepped forward and handed the storyteller a Luminous Pearl.

The storyteller weighed the pearl in his hand. "That will do. I’ll tell you the story of the Undead Martial Sovereign right now. His original surname was Jiang, and his name was Jiang Feng, a member of the Jiang Clan Divine Race. At twelve, he awakened the Great Saint’s Six Paths of Reincarnation Physique, becoming the number one expert of the Jiang Clan’s younger generation. Later, however, his Six Paths of Reincarnation Physique was stolen by his fiancée, a woman from the Ji Clan Divine Race who used one of her clan’s secret techniques. Not only did Jiang Feng lose his special physique in that incident, but his body was also severely damaged, reducing him to a man of mediocre talent. But then, somehow, he staged a sudden comeback. He slaughtered his way to the top, established sects with systems of the Outer Gate, Inner Gate, Sect Leader, and Elders everywhere he went, obtained the Heavenly Mandate, and ultimately became an Immortal Emperor."

"Is that all?" Wu Tian frowned slightly.

That’s not enough!

The Jiang Clan Divine Race and the Ji Clan Divine Race were both top-tier clans ten thousand years ago. It was rumored that the Creation Martial Emperor’s original surname was Ji. As for the Jiang Clan Divine Race, rumor has it that one of the Creation Martial Emperor’s confidantes was from the Jiang Clan, and his second son took his mother’s surname. They were uniquely blessed from birth, with physiques that were far superior to others.

But knowing that these two clans were connected to the Undead Martial Sovereign was useless. There was too little information.

"You storytellers are known as the All-Knowing of the Immortal Emperor Realm. Do you know anyone who is particularly familiar with the Undead Martial Sovereign?" Wu Tian finally asked.

"Familiar with the Undead Martial Sovereign?" The storyteller furrowed his brow. Then, as if he had a sudden realization, his eyes lit up and he smiled. "Yes, there is! The Undead Martial Sovereign’s own teacher is right here in the Artifact Domain."