My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

A month later, in the Eighth Heaven of the Immortal Realm, the Shentian World.

In a teahouse, a storyteller was captivating his audience with a tale.

"They say that during the battle for Cloudy Sky City in Chengtian World, City Lord Luo Ying's sword strike tore the heavens apart, giving Cloudy Sky City a sliver of hope. It was a heroic and tragic moment, but who could have expected betrayal from within? Cloudy Sky City was on the verge of defeat!"

"In the end, a swordsman clad in green robes appeared outside Cloudy Sky City. He boldly declared he would gift the Divine Realm members of the Bright Clan a single sword strike. And what a strike it was! The light of the sword cut through nineteen provinces, slaying all the elders of the Bright Clan's Divine Realm. Even the angel army was forced to retreat by this green-robed swordsman. Had the Bright Clan's Divine Son not sent his avatar, that swordsman might have wiped out the entire Bright Clan with just one blow!"

Bang!

The storyteller slammed his hand on the table, then leisurely poured himself a cup of tea. "Ladies and gentlemen, please be patient while I refresh my throat before continuing."

The crowd was restless, many looking as though they wanted to throw the storyteller to the ground and pummel him, but they feared missing out on the rest of the story.

After all, this battle had been the Bright Clan's greatest loss since they began the angelic Worlds-Cleaning Plan, and everyone was eager to hear the outcome.

"Hurry up!" someone stood up and shouted. "What happened next? Did the green-robed swordsman fight the Divine Son's avatar?"

"Patience, patience, and let me tell you slowly," the storyteller said.

"The Bright Clan's Divine Son only sent an avatar, so naturally, he couldn't defeat the green-robed swordsman. The two displayed their might, fighting until the sky dimmed and the sun and moon lost their light. Thousands of mountains in Chengtian World were ground to dust."

"In the end, the green-robed swordsman unleashed a strike that crossed realms, severely injuring the Divine Son's avatar before fleeing wounded himself."

The storyteller recounted the rest of the battle in great detail.

The crowd listened intently, asking who the green-robed swordsman was and why the Divine Son hadn't come in person.

Bang!

The storyteller slapped the table again and smiled mysteriously, "If you want to know what happens next, you'll have to wait for the next installment!"

With that, the storyteller's figure flashed and disappeared on the spot.

The crowd was stunned. They all activated their spiritual senses, but found nothing. It was as if the storyteller had vanished into thin air.

"That person's cultivation must surpass mine. He's unfathomable!" exclaimed an elderly Divine Realm expert hidden in the teahouse.

This elder had come to Shentian World, the home of the Immortal Realm's Cloud Clan, hoping to meet the Cloud Clan's leader. Hearing the storyteller's words had stirred a great storm in his heart, for it seemed the storyteller had witnessed the events firsthand, and every word rang true. Unable to see through the storyteller's cultivation, the elder had refrained from acting recklessly.

As expected, the storyteller had been a powerful expert.

"The great tribulation is coming, and powerful figures are emerging everywhere," the elder sighed, vanishing from the teahouse as well.

Over the past month, Cloudy Sky City had launched a counterattack but was ultimately defeated. The Divine Son of the Bright Clan had only sent his avatar because his true form was busy attacking Fire Clan. After the battle for Cloudy Sky City, the Bright Clan successfully took Fire Clan.

Now, of the seven great clans of the Immortal Realm, only the Beast Clan, Ghost Clan, and Cloud Clan remained as strong powers. The seven great clans of the Immortal Realm were practically a thing of the past.

The elder, the only Divine Realm cultivator of the Hidden God Temple—one of the Twelve God Temples—had begun traveling to rally the great powers against the Bright Clan. He had already visited the Beast Clan and Ghost Clan but had failed to convince them. Uniting these great powers was far more difficult than stopping them from fighting each other.

Unless faced with utter destruction, each of these powers believed their hidden cards could overcome any crisis.

The elder sighed and arrived at the gates of the Cloud Clan's mountain stronghold. Channeling his energy, he called out, "The Lord of the Hidden God Temple requests an audience with the master of the Cloud Clan!"

A breeze stirred, the moon obscured by light clouds, but there was no response.

The Cloud Clan had sealed their mountain, and they would not easily open their gates for one person.

Before the elder could speak again, a breeze whispered beside him, "Senior, please return."

These four words represented the Cloud Clan's position.

The elder sighed and left with no choice.

With the great tribulation looming, everything seemed destined.

The Hidden God Temple had emerged from seclusion, but it would ultimately not change the course of events.

Unbeknownst to the elder, the Lanyan Royal School was flourishing.

"Chen Fan, you finally lost to me!" Xiao Yan stood with his hands on his hips, laughing heartily.

"I've won first place in the great competition this time, which means I can train for seven days in the Azure Lotus Spirits-Gathering Formation. After I come out, I'll definitely surpass you in cultivation!"

Xiao Yan had just defeated his rival, Chen Fan, on the dueling platform and claimed first place in the competition.

The Azure Lotus Spirits-Gathering Formation was a training array Gu Lan had developed from the natural formations within the Azure Lotus of Merits. It greatly increased cultivation speed and altered the flow of time and space. Its effects were extraordinary.

However, the formation consumed Divine Stones at an alarming rate—even Gu Lan found the cost hard to bear.

Thus, the Royal School held a great competition, where only the top ten could enter the formation to train.

With the Bright Clan growing increasingly reckless, and extraterrestrial entities now waging war against both the immortal and Demon Realms, Gu Lan was doing everything possible to strengthen his forces.

Thankfully, he wasn't alone. With the support of Jing Nation and the Earthly Realm, the Lanyan Royal School was growing rapidly. Many disciples had already stepped into the Imperial Realm.

But what delighted Gu Lan most was that Mu Yuyan had also reached the Main God Realm.

Meanwhile, in the Sacred Mountain of the Snow Clan, many new members of the clan were being nurtured.

Additionally, Luo Ying and the survivors of Cloudy Sky City had joined Jing Nation and established a new Cloudy Sky City outside the Snow Clan's ancestral land.

If given enough time, Jing Nation and the Lanyan Royal School would rise swiftly.

However, the Bright Clan would clearly not give Gu Lan that time. Despite the Bright Clan's Divine Son only sending an avatar to the battle for Cloudy Sky City, and despite Gu Lan using only a Three Clarity incarnation, the disparity in their strength was still vast.

The power of the God Realm far exceeded Gu Lan's expectations, especially in terms of the Bright Clan's mastery of the laws, which Main God Realm cultivators couldn't possibly match.

Had Gu Lan's true strength not far surpassed the Main God Realm, his Three Clarity incarnation would have been defeated by the Divine Son's avatar in an instant.

"After the battle for Cloudy Sky City, I've gained new insights."

"Today, I shall slay the benevolent corpse!"

Gu Lan's true body and his Three Clarity incarnation faced each other and slowly merged into one.

At the same time, countless obsessions materialized as illusions and flooded into his sea of consciousness.