[Your descendant, Li Changsheng, witnessed Zhao Qingxia slaughtering the common people in Perennis Immortal City.
The Human Emperor's Blood within his body and the Great Dream Human Emperor Scripture he has cultivated for years boiled over, causing him to voluntarily accept the mysterious eyes from his dreams!]
[After years of suppressing his spiritual power, he has broken through his realm—Peak Nascent Soul!]
[He has unlocked the Human Emperor's Blood held within his body for centuries and mastered the special physique—Pupils of Human Authority.]
[In ancient times, the world was filled with myriad races.
The Human Emperor stood as the head of the Human Race, ruling the world to face the calamities of the ten thousand races.
The Human Emperor's eyes can be likened to the vast sky and the bright sun; beneath the vast sky, all are ants!]
[There are two ocular techniques:]
[The first: Divine techniques of Great Equality.
Within a domain of three meters, all are mortals.]
[The second: Sacred Word of Humanity.
Cultivators of the same realm gazed upon by these eyes lose their spiritual power for five seconds, becoming like mortals during that time.
Consumes a massive amount of spiritual power and Divine Soul mental energy.
The stronger the target, the weaker the restriction.]
In the vast snowy day, the figure that had rampaged over Perennis Immortal City was no more.
Zhao Qingxia was being dragged by his hair. Pain radiated from the top of his head, and the wounds inflicted by Li Changsheng's ravaging attacks screamed in agony all over his body.
The icy touch of the ground gradually turned hot, shifting from extreme cold to extreme heat.
His aura grew weaker and weaker.
As he watched Perennis Immortal City fading into the distance, his vision and consciousness blurred.
Even now, his face remained filled with bewilderment, yet his teeth had been shattered and his vocal cords severed; he could not force out even half a whimper, leaving only disbelief and unwillingness in his eyes.
He had come to kill Li Yunlin of the Li family; he had come to kill the Divinity Transformation experts within Perennis Immortal City.
He had intended to draw out all the Li family's Divinity Transformation cultivators, to make the name Zhao Qingxia known to all under heaven, and to make every member of the Zhao Clan proud of him.
But... those he wished to contend against, those he intended to trample underfoot to forge his fame, he would never meet.
Li Changsheng? This obscure nobody of the Li family—he had never even heard of him!
"How could I be defeated...? That aura during the fall from the sky—Nascent Soul stage? Impossible. It absolutely cannot be."
"He is a Void Refining cultivator. For the Li family to possess such a hidden trump card, yet use it to kill me, Zhao Qingxia... Shameless in the extreme!"
"Hahaha, I, Zhao Qingxia, could not possibly lose my life to a Nascent Soul ant!"
It was quite a feat for him to let out such an earth-shaking roar while being dragged through the snow and injured to such a degree.
It caused the Old Tree's expression to change, and Li Changsheng paused, putting his brass knuckles back on.
"He stopped breathing."
The Old Tree rubbed his big bald head and looked at Li Changsheng.
"Kid, I'll take the credit for killing him. Just don't tell the family I almost met with disaster; it's too embarrassing. In the future... I'll give you some good fruit to eat."
"He might not be dead yet." Li Changsheng didn't take off the brass knuckles. He looked toward the Immortal Domain.
"The journey is long. You carry me, and I'll drag him; that will be safer.
As for the matter of you losing, you don't need to be so conflicted about it.
If you hadn't given your leaves to the others so they could hide their tracks and charge into the Duravia Trade Prefecture, you might have lost a little more gracefully."
"I..."
The Old Tree's face was as ugly as if the Seven Ironclads had taken a shit on top of his head.
He gritted his teeth and pointed at Zhao Qingxia.
"If you hadn't made a move, and I, Old Tree, was pushed to the brink, I could have killed him just the same!"
Li Changsheng frowned. A white light flashed in his eyes, and he saw that within the Old Tree's body, there was still a person sitting blankly in the tree's heart, sealed away.
The Old Tree's roots were pierced into that person's body.
If he had truly been driven to desperation, the Old Tree would have released that top-tier beast.
If those two beasts fought, there would be no need to say who would win or lose.
But now...
The shadow of the past was no longer much to behold.
"Grandpa Old Tree."
Li Changsheng said in a deep voice, "In the future, you need to protect me more. I've already reached the peak of the Nascent Soul realm.
If I don't reverse my cultivation of spiritual power soon, I won't be able to stop myself from breaking through to the Divinity Transformation realm."
"Are you afraid of the person behind those eyes?" The Old Tree fell silent.
"No." Li Changsheng was extremely serious.
"Look, as long as I am useless enough, no one will hit me. Just now, didn't Zhao Qingxia focus solely on beating you, without even sparing me a glance?"
"You treacherous grandson!!!"
Amidst their banter, Li Changsheng cast a complicated look at the ruins behind him.
If it were the old him, he would have prioritized his own life no matter how many people died. Yet today, he could not suppress the pity he felt for the common people, nor the desolation in his heart.
He asked himself—was he really compassionate to this extent?