Chapter 541 The Power of the Human Emperor Banner

Lu Ye's figure had already appeared beyond the realm.

He was tracing the movements of the Divine Clear Sect.

The only Quasi-Emperor within the Divine Clear Sect was one of the Quasi-Emperors who had joined the encirclement against Lu Ye.

Not only had the Quasi-Emperor made their move, but their Emperor had also stepped in, attempting to rescue their Quasi-Emperor.

Unfortunately, two more Emperors fell, yet they still failed to achieve their goal.

After the failure, the entire sect immediately fled beyond the realm.

This was a fading power that, over a hundred thousand years ago, had once given rise to an Emperor. However, the Emperor fell before his time, never elevating the Divine Clear Sect to the ranks of the pinnacle sects.

Later, a prodigy rose defiantly, attaining the rank of Quasi-Emperor.

Yet, he could never break through further, remaining stuck to this day.

Now, with Lu Ye's emergence, this Quasi-Emperor saw hope and threw caution to the wind.

Thus, he ended up in this sorry state.

One could only say he deserved it.

Anyone who chooses to gamble should understand the cost of losing.

Now, the price has arrived!

Without a sound, Lu Ye's figure had already reached the Divine Clear Sect's hideout.

No one could have anticipated Lu Ye's presence here, for everyone knew that Lu Ye had just ascended and owed a great favor. He should still be hosting those Quasi-Emperors.

Where would he find the time to come out and slaughter, even pursuing them beyond the realm?

By the time Lu Ye arrived, the Divine Clear Sect was hard at work rebuilding their sect-protecting grand formation.

Thus, Lu Ye gave a grand sweep of his hand.

The Human Emperor Banner rippled through the void.

Terrifying souls emerged one after another, encircling the entire Divine Clear Sect.

Purple mist billowed, and screams of agony filled the air.

The twenty-one Quasi-Emperors, after entering the Human Emperor Banner, had already experienced its hospitality. Now, each of them was rejuvenated and full of fight.

They felt they had truly come to the right place.

Who would have thought such a utopia existed in this world?

Since they now resided within it, they naturally fought tooth and nail for this utopia. Thus, when facing enemies, each of them bore faces contorted in rage—this was their wrath toward the enemy, not the result of suffering torment.

Purple mist enveloped the entire Divine Clear Sect.

The Emperors within the Divine Clear Sect let out furious roars, as the last three Emperors unleashed all their power.

The other cultivators of the Divine Clear Sect also joined the fray.

Various lights flared repeatedly, yet upon encountering the purple mist, they were swiftly corroded.

The purple mist pressed down upon the Divine Clarity Sect.

One after another, the souls of Quasi-Emperors darted through it.

In the eyes of the Divine Clarity Sect’s members, each soul was unfathomably strong.

Until they saw their own ancestor.

It was Lu Ye!

What was Lu Ye doing outside the domain? Was he trying to get himself killed? Had the outer realm’s predators gone soft?

Where were the eldritch horrors from the outer wastes?

Where were those ageless freaks from the forbidden zones?

Why hadn’t they appeared? Now that Lu Ye was alone beyond the domain, it was the perfect opportunity to capture him!

"Nine Lives is here!"

"Lu Ye is here!"

"Come and kill Nine Lives! Come and kill Lu Ye!"

The Emperors of the Divine Clarity Sect let out deafening bellows, frantically trying to broadcast the message and lure out the ancient monsters.

The mist drank their cries like spilled wine. But their voices could not pierce through the purple mist.

The first Emperor’s soul was torn out. Jiang Die went feral, savagely shredding a soul apart like parchment.

Bai Qiulan then flash-frozen a soul solid, frost creeping across the ground.

From this, it was clear that Jiang Die and the other two were still a cut above ordinary Quasi-Emperor souls.

The purple mist sank like a suffocating blanket.

The dying wails within were smothered.

In the end, all the purple mist swirled back, coalescing and returning to the Human Emperor Banner.

Only the ruins of the Divine Clarity Sect remained on the scene.

Along with a pile of empty meat puppets.

Lu Ye’s grin showed too many teeth—his years of painstaking feeding the Human Emperor Banner had not been in vain.

Without the Human Emperor Banner, Lu Ye would’ve gotten his ass handed to him by three Emperors on his own.

The strength of an Emperor was formidable—that much was undeniable.

Lu Ye’s patchwork cultivation wasn’t peak-ready yet, making direct combat a suicide mission.

With the Human Emperor Banner, things became like gutting fish in a barrel.

It was wrapped up before the blood dried.

Lu Ye began to pick the corpses clean.

The battle concluded, and Lu Ye swiftly departed. The Human Emperor Banner had replenished itself with tens of thousands of souls, among which were quite a few from the Broken Realm and Great Dao Realm. It probably isn't too hungry anymore.

Lu Ye stroked his chin.

The higher you go, the fewer people you find.

Moreover, in battles, a single misstep could reduce an opponent’s soul to primal spirit.

For the Human Emperor Banner to ever get its fill in the future would be no simple feat.

Now, the Stone Sword could level up faster, as treasures like Chaos Artifacts, QuasiEmperor artifacts, and even Imperial Weapons were becoming more common. Letting the Stone Sword devour these would allow it to grow rapidly.

The two treasures had now swapped their growth paths.

Originally, the Human Emperor Banner was easier to enhance, but now it was the Stone Sword’s turn.

Oh well.

Lu Ye pondered. Since people were becoming scarcer, the number of Soul Banners would likely increase. He had a good idea of who possessed them and would seek them out when the time came.

He’d tough it out—no matter how rough it got, his treasures would never go hungry.

After achieving his goal, Lu Ye didn’t linger in the outer realms.

His figure returned to the Heavenly Gate.

There were benefits to advancing in realm—travel, for instance. With a destination in mind, you could get there in a flash, unlike before when it took fifteen days of slogging.

Moreover, since the Seventh Heaven’s territory wasn’t vast, many factions had carved out their own private realms, hidden away. These dimensions could be expanded as much as one desired, provided they had the capability.

Take the Heavenly Gate’s private realm, for example.

It wasn’t just home to the Heavenly Gate but also sheltered plenty of low-level cultivators who grinded away their whole lives, hoping to truly join the sect—though success was rare.

Lu Ye arrived outside the Heavenly Gate.

The place was deathly still now, with only the Great Dao’s rhythms pulsing endlessly.

Having been away for so long, Lu Ye knew the others’ epiphanies wouldn’t wrap up that fast.

But then he spotted a figure standing atop a mountain peak, staring transfixed at the Heavenly Gate suspended in the sky, its Dao essence swirling endlessly.

Just from the silhouette, Lu Ye could tell this was a stunning beauty. Her conservative yet subtly revealing dress set pulses racing.

Lu Ye was baffled.

Of course, his own heart didn’t quicken. After meeting Shen Xitong, no woman in the world could ever make his heart skip a beat again.

At that moment, Shen Xitong appeared beside Lu Ye, clutching his arm.

Lu Ye blinked. What the—?

She’s got me!

What fresh mischief was this?

When he soared by, the woman’s eyes snapped to Lu Ye.