Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 565: Suppressing the Lord of Da Yi with Warm Wine; Should the Immortal Ancestor Be Saved

The Lord of Da Yi was still in shock over Han Xuanji’s strength.

In the next second, Han Xuanji’s phantom image appeared directly in the sky above the Da Yi World.

“Xuantian Dao Venerable! You dare to break into my Da Yi World without cause? Are you trying to start a war with my Da Yi World!”

The Lord of Da Yi was furious.

He mobilized his full power along with the Heavenly Dao will of the Da Yi World to condense a giant Dharma Idol.

It looked exactly like the Lord of Da Yi, and its aura barely reached the Late Stage of the Limitless Primordial Realm.

This was also the Lord of Da Yi’s reliance.

Ultimately, he felt that with his own abilities, it wouldn’t matter even if his identity was exposed.

But he never expected to encounter someone as illogical as Han Xuanji.

Han Xuanji naturally didn’t waste words or argue about such trifles with him.

A treasure tower floated above his head, its body erupting with light as countless Dao patterns emerged, radiating a pressure that suppressed the heavens.

This was the great dao pagoda, a supreme divine object nurtured by the Sea of Great Dao Origin.

Its power was naturally terrifying to the extreme.

Even the Lord of Da Yi had never seen such a powerful artifact; it had already exceeded his imagination.

The moment he saw this object, a thought flashed through the Lord of Da Yi’s mind.

Could this be the treasure left by the Dao Ancestor that allows one to achieve Transcendence?

Before he could think further, in the next second…

Han Xuanji’s expression was indifferent.

He raised his hand and lightly brushed against the great dao pagoda, saying calmly:

“Suppress!”

A vast and incomparable suppressing force crashed down, instantly shattering that giant Dharma Idol.

No matter how the Lord of Da Yi exhausted his resources to block the great dao pagoda’s power, it was all in vain.

The disparity in power between the two was too vast!

Han Xuanji’s cultivation was already close to the Perfection of the Limitless Primordial Realm, and his combat strength was inherently beyond common logic.

Moreover, he had directly used the great dao pagoda, the number one supreme treasure of Chaos.

The result was predictable.

The Lord of Da Yi could only struggle frantically, using every ounce of strength to break free from the shackles of this power.

Yet, he was pinned down by the great dao pagoda’s force, unable to move.

The Heavenly Dao will of the Da Yi World was on the verge of collapse, letting out a wail as torrential rain fell across the entire world.

“No! I am also a living being of the Immortal Realm! Why treat me like this? Are you not afraid of losing the people’s hearts?”

He let out a desperate roar, yet he still could not change the outcome.

He was slowly sucked into the great dao pagoda.

The tower body closed, and Dao light flickered, suppressing both his true body and his Incarnation together.

No matter how he struggled, there would be no day of escape.

The specific details of this scene were not known to the public, but the news of the Lord of Da Yi being suppressed was known to a few Powerful Experts.

Those Chaos experts watching from the shadows, coveting the secret of transcendence of the Immortal Realm, personally witnessed Han Xuanji crossing the infinite distances of Chaos, ignoring the Heavenly Dao will of the Limitless World, and easily suppressing the Lord of Da Yi who was in the Limitless Primordial Realm.

Every one of them was shaken to the core, their bodies turning cold with fear.

Just how strong is this youth?

A crowd of Chaos experts fell into deep thought for a moment.

They could not understand how a Cultivator who had clearly just broken through to the Limitless Primordial Realm could become this strong so quickly.

They didn’t know the term “cheating”; they could only call him a “freak.”

The Dao Ancestor of the Immortal Realm back then was nowhere near this imposing.

Many felt that Han Xuanji might be the next transcendent one.

Seeing Han Xuanji’s action with their own eyes caused many experts—who were originally restless and wanting to join the Demon Ancestor to attack the Immortal Realm—to instantly feel the urge to retreat.

If even the Lord of Da Yi could be suppressed so easily, they would likely meet an even worse fate if they dared to act.

But some became even more certain of their thoughts, believing that Han Xuanji indeed had a problem.

They thought it was mostly because the Dao Ancestor had left behind something that allowed a person to grow rapidly.

If they could seize it, wouldn’t they surely achieve Transcendence?

After doing all this, Han Xuanji returned to the Immortal Realm.

Inside the Hall of Miraculous Mist, from the moment Han Xuanji suppressed the Lord of Da Yi’s Incarnation with a flick of his finger to the moment his figure vanished and then reseated himself, only a few breaths of time had passed.

During this time, the warm wine in the cup still held its heat and hadn’t even cooled down completely.

It was as if crossing the Chaos to suppress a Limitless Primordial Middle Stage mighty expert was just a trivial matter of raising a hand, not even giving the wine time to get cold.

A deathly silence filled the hall.

The immortals and gods of the heavens were dumbfounded, even forgetting to breathe.

Their eyes were fixed on Han Xuanji, their faces written with shock and awe, unable to recover for a long time.

As for Disciples like Li Taiqing, Yun Wuji, and Lin Feng, there was no need to say more.

They could no longer hide the excitement on their faces; their eyes sparkled with fanaticism.

They puffed out their chests, looking thrilled and sharing in the glory.

They had once again witnessed their Master’s great power.

Xiao Bai’s face was full of pride, as if it had also performed a great service.

In the future, the story told would be that its Master took it along to slaughter everyone—it was responsible for the squawking, and Han Xuanji was responsible for the slaughter.

The Heavenly Emperor stepped forward quickly and bowed deeply to Han Xuanji.

His face was full of awe and emotion, his tone incredibly sincere:

“The Great Heavenly Venerable’s Divine Might is unrivaled and shines through the ages! Every time I see the Great Heavenly Venerable, I feel that your strength has progressed another step. With you here, the Immortal Realm is without worry!”

As he spoke, the Heavenly Emperor also refilled Han Xuanji’s cup with warm Immortal Brew.

Han Xuanji nodded slightly and drained the Immortal Brew in the cup.

His tone lacked its usual indifference, instead carrying a hint of majesty:

“A few clownish characters daring to cause trouble in the Hall of Miraculous Mist and disturb the peace of the Immortal Realm. My suppression of him today is both a punishment and a warning—henceforth, anyone who dares to create Chaos in the Immortal Realm or collude with Chaos bandits, regardless of their cultivation level, I will suppress them without exception and without leniency!”

His voice spread throughout the Hall of Miraculous Mist, carrying an unquestionable majesty that was deeply etched into the hearts of every immortal and god.

The immortals and gods of the heavens all bowed and shouted in unison:

“We obey the Great Heavenly Venerable’s decree!”

At this moment, everyone was crystal clear that Han Xuanji was the true stabilizing force of the Immortal Realm, and an unshakable existence even within the Chaos.

With him around, even if the Demon Ancestor’s true body were to awaken, or if the Chaos experts were to join forces to invade, the Immortal Realm would have the power to fight back.

After the intimidation, the Peach Banquet continued.

The immortal music rang out in the hall once more.

Although the immortals and gods still felt lingering fear, they gradually regained some composure.

However, the looks they cast toward Han Xuanji held a few more degrees of heartfelt awe; no one dared to harbor even half a thought of betrayal.

Xiao Bai, meanwhile, was feasting greedily at a nearby seat, occasionally bragging to the surrounding Xuantian Dao Palace Disciples.

Disciples like Li Taiqing and Yun Wuji still couldn’t hide their excitement, speaking in low voices about Han Xuanji’s feat of suppressing the Lord of Da Yi, their eyes full of worship.

Han Xuanji’s gaze swept across the noisy crowd in the hall, and he began to communicate further with the Heavenly Emperor.

Without any redundant preamble, he isolated the surroundings so that no one could eavesdrop on what they were saying:

“Fellow Daoist Heavenly Emperor, do you know the whereabouts of the Immortal Ancestor?”

Han Xuanji also remembered the Immortal Ancestor who was still in the River of Time and Space, and felt it was necessary to rescue him.

But before that, he also wanted to ask for the Heavenly Emperor’s opinion.