Peerless Immortal Emperor in City

Chapter 511 510: Want to give it a try?

A True Immortal!

Only someone at that level could possibly possess such inconceivable power! Su Weiyang suddenly realized. How ridiculous I've been, mistaking a banished Immortal who had descended to the mortal realm for an Immortal Emperor. Truly laughable.

An Immortal Emperor is indeed powerful, but still far too distant from a True Immortal! Only a reincarnated banished Immortal who has descended to the mortal realm could possess such incredible methods and slay a Great Saint despite only having an Innate body!

But... but how is this possible? How could he possibly be a reincarnated banished Immortal? Immortal Gods completely left the Central Heavenly Domain so long ago!

Su Weiyang was filled with doubt once again.

From what I recall, the true Immortal Gods left the Central Heavenly Domain countless millennia ago. The era I lived in was already a declining Central Heavenly Domain. Never mind True Immortals; even Great Emperor Level existences were rare, appearing perhaps once every tens of thousands of years. Saint Emperors were the pinnacle among mortals! It could be said that for hundreds of thousands of years, there hasn't been a single trace of any Immortal in the mortal realm.

For a reincarnated banished Immortal who has descended to the mortal realm to appear now, in this End of Dharma Age... it all seems too improbable!

No, he absolutely cannot be a reincarnated banished Immortal who has descended to the mortal realm! Su Weiyang mentally refuted her earlier guess. She thought, It's too presumptuous to speculate he's a reincarnated banished Immortal based solely on the Smite God Whip. Let me think... In that ancient age, although the Immortal Gods departed, they left behind many genuine Immortal Soldier artifacts. The Smite God Whip seems to have remained as well. It was kept in... it was...

At this point, Su Weiyang suddenly felt dizzy, her last sliver of soul almost disintegrating. This part of my memories... it seems to be related to what I've forgotten, or perhaps some taboo.

"AHHH!" she screamed inside Cheng Yuyao's mind.

"AH!!" Cheng Yuyao was startled by Su Weiyang's scream and felt dizzy from the shock. "What are you doing! Are you, are you alright!?"

After a long while.

Su Weiyang calmed down and said, "No, I'm fine. I've just realized a few things. Yuyao, I want you to help me. Stay by Qin Heng's side. He hides immense secrets, which might be related to my death!"

"Related to your death?" Cheng Yuyao looked utterly dumbfounded. "Do you mean that Smite God Whip? Isn't that something from the Investiture of the Gods? Could it be that you died in the War of Deification? But that's not right. Weren't you from seventy thousand years ago?"

The Investiture of the Gods, according to the tales, happened during the Shang and Zhou dynasties. This was merely over three thousand years ago and does not align with the time Su Weiyang came from.

"I wasn't qualified to participate in the War of Deification, and that war was far more ancient than you imagine," Su Weiyang said solemnly. "Previously, when I saw Qin Heng conjure the Smite God Whip, for a moment, I even suspected he was a reincarnated banished Immortal. However, Immortals have vanished from the mortal realm for over a million years; the likelihood of that is extremely slim. I suspect he has obtained an incredibly ancient and powerful inheritance, and my death might be related to this inheritance!"

"You want me to be a spy?" Cheng Yuyao shook her head. "You said before that Qin Heng is the reincarnation of an Immortal Emperor and has also received some kind of inheritance. Are you trying to get me killed?"

"No, I bear no ill will towards him, nor dare I," Su Weiyang sighed. "I just want to know why I died. Why, as a personal disciple of a Saint Emperor and possessing the body of a Saint King, am I only a remnant soul, lingering until now!"

"..." Cheng Yuyao fell silent upon hearing this, then said, "Okay, I'll help you."

"Thank you," Su Weiyang said with heartfelt gratitude.

「...」

Qin Heng slowly lowered his hand.

The immense screen of light in the sky gradually crumbled and dispersed.

Everything returned to tranquility.

If it weren't for the drastically altered terrain—the countless fissures and deep craters marring the ground, and the collapsed mountain peaks in the distance—no one would likely have guessed that just minutes before, an earth-shattering battle had raged here.

"Qin Heng, do you have limits?" Ning Shuying, nestled in Qin Heng's embrace, looked up at him incredulously and asked in a low voice, "How strong are you, exactly?"

"How strong am I?" Qin Heng looked down at the stunning beauty in his arms, chuckled, and said, "Would your instructor like to find out?"

"Find out?" Ning Shuying was taken aback by his words, her beautiful face showing a puzzled expression. After two or three seconds, her cheeks flushed red, and she pounded Qin Heng's chest with her delicate fists, chiding, "You've got some nerve! How dare you flirt with me!"

If Qin Heng had said that previously, Ning Shuying would probably have conjured the Greedy Wolf Sword Light by now. Regardless of who Qin Heng was or how powerful, he would certainly have faced her attack.

However, Ning Shuying's feelings towards Qin Heng were now complex—a feeling she dared not confront head-on, exceedingly complicated.

"HAHAHA!" Qin Heng laughed heartily. Then, holding Ning Shuying, he flew back to the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, the Heavenly Venerable of Thunder Sound Universal Nirvana, and the others. He set Ning Shuying down and smiled, "Are you all all right?"

Previously, the oppressive might and screams of Amaterasu had tormented them severely.

Nevertheless, these individuals were, after all, Semi-Saints and at the peak of the Innate realm. Wounds to flesh, bones, and sinews hardly mattered to them; a slight circulation of True Qi was all it took for an easy recovery.

"We are unharmed, and we owe Mr. Xuantian a debt of gratitude for saving our lives. From now on, if Mr. Xuantian commands, we shall spare no effort to fulfill any task within our capabilities and aid you."

The Heavenly Venerable of Thunder Sound Universal Nirvana and the Nine Heavens Mysterious Lady, along with others from the Myth Organization, bowed to Qin Heng. They were genuinely grateful to Qin Heng; after all, both the Japanese priest and later the avatar of Amaterasu had been far too strong!

Unless a Saint had descended, they would have undoubtedly perished!

Fortunately, Qin Heng had intervened.

That had saved them from disaster.

The individuals from Mount Olympus also approached.

Apollo supported the severely injured Athena, while Ares, his face pale, followed with a half-dead Aphrodite. They came to thank Qin Heng.

"Qin Xuantian, you are very powerful. Thank you! If it weren't for you, we would likely have died at the hands of that Japanese Evil God by now. From now on, Mount Olympus will be your friend."

Their power stemmed from their bloodline. Though strong, they were unlike Martial Artists who possessed powerful True Qi; consequently, their self-healing abilities were quite weak.

"No need for courtesies. It was just a small effort," Qin Heng said, waving his hand dismissively, unconcerned. They were just minor Barbarian gods, after all. Even with a good attitude, they were still Barbarians, and their future accomplishments would be limited.

"What happened to that gate that condensed in the air just now?" Ning Shuying suddenly spoke up, pointing at the colossal fissure in the middle of Penglai Island with a surprised look.

Previously, intense, bright silver light had surged from there, forming a portal that led to another dimension. Now, only faint glimmers of light remained.

"It was dispersed by the force of Amaterasu's avatar descending," Qin Heng said, his brow furrowing slightly. "The leftover glimmers of light, though, still possess some mystique. Better than nothing, I suppose."

"It's truly a pity…" The people from the Myth Organization felt somewhat disheartened. They had originally planned to use this great opportunity to help the students from the three major academies acquire extraordinary cultivation aptitude.

"HM?" Qin Heng suddenly uttered a soft sound of surprise, his gaze sharpening. "What's that?"

He raised his hand and beckoned.

From within the scattered silver radiance, a beam of light immediately flew out, landing in his palm.