Sage Monarch

The Will Manifestation Heaven Sect was under complete lockdown.

The immortal-slaying clone had arrived to find the entire place surrounded by an impervious greyspace. Activating the imperial-heaven pre-beginning systems of the Engine of the One God, he peered into the sect until he located what looked like a fragment of an enormous spacecraft.

Obviously, that fragment housed the psychic scaling systems.

The ability to identify the fragment was something only he could do, thanks to the fact that he had the Engine of the One God.

Those systems were just what he needed to save Yang Qi. The Cruiser of Civilization had been built by the Lord of Civilization from the god world, and the combination of the vivicreation systems, genetic systems, power assessment systems, and psychic scaling systems were enough to create gods. Even an ordinary human could be pushed all the way to the Terrifying level with them.

Of course, the immortal-slaying clone wasn't the Lord of Civilization, so he couldn't do that right now. But it went to show how powerful the psychic scaling systems were.

With them, Yang Qi would be like a tiger that had grown wings, and would surely be able to reach the level of a hundred tribulations. Once he reached that level, he would just have to slowly advance, and deal with the incredibly powerful magical laws that would result.

Right now, the idea of reaching the level of ten thousand tribulations was completely out of the question. That would require the Mahātmā Jade and a psychic scale close to the Annulled level.

The clone didn't plan to steal the psychic scaling systems. Instead, he raised his voice and said, "I, the successor of King Immortal-Slayer, have come to pay a formal visit to the sectlord of the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect!"

His voice rumbled into the depths of the sect like thunder, causing the greyspace to creak and crack. Although the clone was not yet at the Terrifying level, with the imperial-heaven pre-beginning systems and the godhood stars, the force he could unleash was no less than that of a Terrifying expert.

Besides, he had the other systems in the Cruiser of Civilization, so as long as he had enough power to fuel them, he could use them to slaughter gods.

"The successor of King Immortal-Slayer? King Immortal-Slayer's successor!"

A buzz of voices rose up inside the greyspace and a host of people flew up into the air. Disciples arrived from left and right, quickly getting into formation as if to defend against an enemy invader.

Reports flew up the chain of command, and before long the greyspace shivered, sending out a huge beam of golden light that turned into a bridge beneath the clone's feet. Along with it, a voice drifted out. "You grace us with your presence, oh successor of King Immortal-Slayer. Please excuse me for not coming out to receive you. If you will, follow this golden bridge to our receiving hall."

The clone frowned. Normally speaking, he should have been welcomed with full ceremony. But instead, he faced an empty bridge heading into parts unknown. However, the clone was a believer in the saying that true confidence stems from superb skill, so he simply walked along the bridge to the receiving hall.

The receiving hall had changed a lot in recent months. Many of the chief elders' thrones were now gone, making it obvious there had been a big purge.

The sectlord wasn't present, and had obviously gone into seclusion. The only people there were some chief elders and a few disciples. It didn't look very much at all like a reception for a guest.

Of course, the main reason for that was that the clone wasn't a Terrifying expert.

In fact, if it weren't for his status as the successor of King Immortal-Slayer, the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect wouldn't even have let him in. And they definitely wouldn't have extended a golden bridge to receive him.

"You're King Immortal-Slayer's successor?" one of the disciples asked, his voice cold. "Why exactly have you come to the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect?"

"Because I want to borrow something," the clone replied.

The disciple frowned. "Borrow something? What?"

"Your fragment of the Cruiser of Civilization that has the psychic scaling systems." The clone was being very blunt, and was obviously not resorting to any sorts of crafty plots or machinations.

"What?" the chief elder blurted. His face flickered with shock for a moment before he managed to regain his composure. "You really don't know the height of the heavens and the breadth of the earth, young man. Our fragment of the Cruiser of Civilization, and the psychic scaling systems that go with it, are boundless magical treasures that belong to our sect. Why would we possibly lend them to you? Are you literally crazy? Perhaps mentally insane?"

The chief elder was obviously making no attempts to be polite.

"It's not your decision to make," the clone replied. "Call your sectlord out."

"You're stark raving mad!" two disciples lunged forward as if to grab the clone. They both had power indexes somewhere above three thousand, and they approached with a pincer maneuver that seemed impossible to escape.

However, even as they closed in on him, a field of invisible empyrean energy sprang up, which they slammed into and fell to the ground, where they remained unmoving.

"You're quite strong, young man," the chief elder said, impressed that the clone had knocked down two powerful disciples without actually making a move. Obviously, that meant he was no weaker than an ordinary Terrifying expert. Rising to his feet, he said, "We'll never loan our psychic scaling systems to anyone, boy. Now kindly begone."

As the words left his mouth, he flicked his sleeve, causing a wild wind to spring up, which wrapped around the clone to forcibly escort him away. The chief elder knew that he was King Immortal-Slayer's successor; not only was he personally very strong, he was likely to have important backers. Therefore, harming him and trying to take King Immortal-Slayer's legacy medallions wasn't an option. Besides, the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect had the reputation of being a righteous sect. Other less scrupulous sects would likely have already tried to kill him for the legacy medallions.

The worlds immortals lived in were generally very chaotic places.

"So you won't call out the sectlord unless I make a scene, huh?" Completely unfazed, the clone waved his hand, causing the wind around him to vanish without a trace. Then, secretly calling on the imperial-heaven pre-beginning systems, he took a step forward.

RUMBLE!

The power of the godhood stars poured into him, causing the Engine of the One God to roar to life.

Instantly, the chief elder could sense an overwhelming force surging toward him.

RIP!

The elder's sleeve was ripped into shreds, and he staggered backward several paces before losing his balance and falling onto the ground. This man was a Terrifying expert, but he had reached that level thanks to the psychic scaling systems, which meant that further cultivation progress was mostly an impossibility for him. Even still, for someone who wasn't even in the Terrifying level to knock him off his feet defied logic.

Not even Yang Qi had been this fierce in his fight with the junior superintendent.

Gong.... Gong....

Bells immediately began tolling at the behest of the chief elder who had just been knocked down. Moments later, whooshing sounds could be heard as more chief elders flew to the scene.

The first one on the scene immediately barked, "What happened?"

Only then did he see the chief elder on the ground, his sleeve in tatters. Then he looked over at the immortal-slaying clone, and his eyes went wide with shock.

During the past few months, Yang Qi had made a lot of cultivation progress, and the clone had benefited significantly as well. He had unlocked many secrets, including aspects of the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart that he had been unaware of before. In addition, he had access to all sorts of magical treasures.

"What do you think you're doing, boy!?" said one of the chief elders. "I don't care who you have as a backer, you can't just flip out like this in the middle of the Will Manifestation Heaven Sect!"

The chief elders were clearly still worried about who this person's backer might be.

"I'm not just any person," the clone said in a cool voice. "And I'm not flipping out. I'm Yang Qi's blood brother. He's fallen into a sticky situation with the Executors of the Ancient Road, and I've come to borrow your psychic scaling systems to help free him."

"What?!"

Various degrees of shock could be seen on the faces of everyone who heard. Obviously, none of them had ever considered that this person would be a relative of Yang Qi.

After Yang Qi had defeated the junior superintendent from the Executors of the Ancient Road, and was subsequently kidnapped by them, the sectlord had flown into a terrible rage. He had demoted Peaklord Grand Might and carried out a purge of the rest of the sect. He had also held a meeting to try to figure out a way to rescue Yang Qi, but even after half a year had passed, not a single plan had been decided upon. Upon realizing what was happening, the chief elders simply stood around looking at each other, unsure of what to say. That said, the atmosphere was already starting to defuse.

Some of the chief elders were even clicking their tongues in amazement at how powerful Yang Qi's brother was. Of course, none of them had any idea that the true source of his power was the Engine of the One God and the godhood stars of the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart.

And if Yang Qi were here now, he could simply become a Grand Emperor and destroy all of the chief elders with a single blow.

"Is the sectlord here?" the clone said. "I request an audience. I'm sure he'll believe me. I'll return the psychic scaling systems as soon as I've rescued Yang Qi. In fact, I probably don't need to take them away. I should be able to complete the process from within the sect. Agreed?"

"This is a very big matter," one of the chief elders said, trying to sound as respectful as possible. "Young Hero, please wait a moment while we go inform the sectlord. He's currently in seclusion."

"That's fine, I'm a patient person." The clone sat down.

When the chief elders saw how calm the clone was acting even under what should have been incredible pressure, they were even more impressed. That was something few people within the sect could accomplish.

The truth was that the clone was not as calm as he seemed on the outside.

'What happened here?' he thought. 'What went on in the purge? If there are still spies from the Executors of the Ancient Road here, it could cause big problems.'