Chapter 932 — Purple Qi Fills the Heavens, Fist Intent Cleaves the Firmament
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"Outdated?
" Yun Jianli turned his head to look at him. Frail and sickly though he was, at this moment he brimmed with spirit: "My ancestor's art was the first Emperor Throne art in all the world, called the Purple Empyrean Azure Void Art! Before him, not one man had ever cultivated his way to the Emperor Throne realm! The greatest trait of this art is change!
Generation after generation, the men of my Yun clan have absorbed the arts and divine abilities of other schools as the ages shifted, and the Purple Empyrean Azure Void Art of today is mightier than it was in those days by a measure no one could reckon! " Speaking of his family's art, boundless pride crept unbidden into his words and bearing: "Every generation of Yun men has stood among the foremost in the Heavenly Court at their own realm. If but one son of our Yun clan could step past the Divine Bridge realm, then in every generation our clan would produce an Emperor Throne powerhouse!
" His voice was full of confidence, and he smiled. "Even I have rarely met a rival among my peers in the Heavenly Court!
Lord Yun's Purple Empyrean Azure Void Art will never fall out of date!
" Behind him, purple light surged abruptly into the air and became a purple sky!
The sky hung thick with stars, their light dazzling; a river of azure void poured down from heaven, and as the great river fell, a divine peak thrust up from the earth and pierced the vault of the heavens!
That divine peak seemed sealed in black ice, and now spring had come, flowers bloomed, ice and snow melted away — truly, green peaks washed clean, a long river like white silk, purple empyrean like a dipper! A divine bridge spanned the heavens, and his spirit stood upon the bridge, the bridge suspended beneath the purple empyrean, amid the starry river, with green and graceful peaks alongside.
Say nothing of the rest — the sheer scene was enough to intoxicate.
Ten thousand fathoms the peak rises, piercing the purple empyrean; where the road runs out, a divine bridge is spanned.
Above, one gazes on the azure void, the stars drawn near; below, one looks on the red dust world, far, far away.
Shen Mu studied the marvel behind Yun Jianli, matched it against that verse, and admiration swelled in his heart all the more.
The Purple Empyrean Azure Void Art that Lord Yun had created was indeed transcendent and beyond the common run, worthy of being the first Emperor Throne art of its age! Each of the Nine Heaven Venerables of the early Longhan years possessed achievements others could scarcely hope to match: even the reclusive Moon Venerable's mastery of the arts of space was beyond all measure; even Kaihuang, who rose later, had a thirty-three-layered heaven of sword dao that stood supreme through all ages. As the first being ever to cultivate the Emperor Throne, Lord Yun's achievements were naturally no small matter as well.
"Lord Mu, in my ancestor's dying instructions he held you in the highest esteem, yet at the same time he had a good deal of fault to find with you and that Longhan Overlord Body of yours.
" Yun Jianli's aura climbed to its utmost peak.
Sickly youth that he looked, a boy who might be blown over by the wind, his momentum now was truly fearsome, and a touch of color had returned to his ashen face. "His instructions say he did not believe the art he founded could be inferior to any so-called Overlord Body, and he hoped his descendants would clear his name for him! " His eyes grew moist, and he laughed softly.
"Today my ancestor's art will finally meet Lord Mu face to face. This was his last cherished wish!
Lord Mu—" His voice rang loud enough to shake a man's ears: "Forgive Jianli's presumption — I fight in my ancestor's place!