The Inheritance Of The Supreme Immortals

A torrent of spiritual energy burst forth the moment the barrier crumbled, as if floodgates had been violently thrown open.

The intense, rapid surges of spiritual power released from the Yin-Yang Continent caught the attention of every being—weak or strong—across the other four continents.

Not just cultivators, but all manner of creatures and spiritual beasts began converging on the point where the barrier had shattered.

"Arrr... grrr... rraaaa... hiss..."

It wasn't only the cultivators who were drawn to the source.

Wild spiritual beasts of all sizes and forms, lurking deep within the forests and mountains, were now moving toward the surge.

Ferocious and savage creatures, once hidden away, had been waiting for a chance to grow strong enough to wreak havoc.

The spiritual energy released from the Yin-Yang Continent was dense and potent beyond measure, pulling every wild beast and monster in the vicinity like moths to a flame.

They craved it, yearning for whatever had unleashed such incredible power, desperate to seize it for themselves, to grow stronger, faster, and to evolve.

Yet Sam and his wives remained unfazed by the immense surge of energy, as though it was nothing new to them, as if they had witnessed even grander phenomena before.

Sam stood calmly, raising a barrier around himself and his wives, shielding them effortlessly from the relentless waves of spiritual energy that battered the landscape.

He waited patiently for the surging power to dissipate, knowing it would eventually subside.

The Yin-Yang Continent had been sealed away by a barrier Sam himself had erected in his previous life.

This barrier had not only prevented anyone from entering or leaving, but it also trapped spiritual energy within, allowing none of it to escape.

Only the natural elements essential for life, such as rain, wind, sunlight, and moonlight, could pass through.

Nothing else, not even spiritual energy, could penetrate the barrier.

Unlike the wind, which moves from place to place, spiritual energy is created by the Earth itself and doesn't need to flow to be transferred.

With no cultivators present in the Yin-Yang Continent for so long, the spiritual energy within had gathered and concentrated over time, becoming both volatile and pure.

This was why, when the barrier suddenly broke, the spiritual energy surged out uncontrollably, like a dam that had been waiting to burst for ages.

As the surge of spiritual energy finally subsided, Sam glanced over his shoulder at the hundreds of high-level cultivators gathered behind him.

The force of the energy was too overwhelming for any of them to ignore, though most had already guessed its source.

It could only be the work of the newly ascended Emperor of the cultivation world—the progenitor of all races within it.

Standing behind Sam were his wives, gathered with the poise and grace expected of them as the consorts of the Great Emperor.

They understood that whatever Sam was doing at this moment, he was doing it as the supreme ruler of the cultivation world, and as his wives, they had to show their unwavering support.

The thousands of eyes watching them were of no consequence, for in the presence of the Great Emperor, nothing else mattered.

The wives were arranged according to their respective factions and kingdoms:

From the faction of Dragons came the women of the Hailstorm Clan.

Adriana Hailstorm, the Emperor's wife, stood alongside her daughters—Helena Hailstorm, Lorraine Hailstorm, and Ava Hailstorm—who were also married to Sam.

Helena's own daughter, Sophia Hailstorm, had followed in her mother's footsteps, joining the ranks of the Emperor's wives.

Finally, at Sam's side stood Ophelia Hailstorm, his Eternal Companion, exuding a chilling elegance.

They were like embodiments of ice, their presence serene yet formidable.

Representing the Flareheart Clan was the current matriarch, Victoria Flareheart, standing proudly beside her mother, Julia Flareheart, both radiating fiery strength.

From the Solheart Clan, Nora Solheart, the clan's head, stood with her three daughters, and Sam's half-sisters: Mira Flareheart, the eldest, and the twins, Princess Jane Flareheart and Princess Lily Flareheart.

These two children were the most fiercely protected individuals in the entire universe, adored by the Great Emperor himself, which also makes them the most dangerous children in the Universe.

From the faction of Vampires came the women of the Scarlett Clan.

Amelia Scarlett, another of the Emperor's Eternal Companions, stood proudly next to her elder sister, Zoey Scarlett, who had been drawn into this life of devotion by her younger sibling 'forcefully'.

The infamous warheads of Vampire society, three powerful and stunning countesses, stood elegantly beside their daughters, offering both themselves and their offspring to the Emperor, in body and mind.

Countess Akira Kaminari, along with her daughter, Akeno Kaminari, exuded strength and beauty.

Countess Lucia Frostine, standing with her daughter, Luna Frostine, held an aura as cold as her name.

And finally, Countess Diana Telluris, with her daughter, Dawn Telluris, projected an energy as grounded and unyielding as the earth itself.

From the faction of Qilins, Sam's eternal companion, Yuna Fulmine, stood silently with an air of royal calmness gracing her features.

From the faction of Lycans, Lenora Fenrir, another eternal companion of the Great Emperor, held his arm with a slightly uneasy expression.

From the faction of Beast Kin, Rin Yagami, yet another eternal companion, exuded an aura of bestial elegance as she stood composed and tranquil.

Representing the Fox Tribes, Mia Hasegawa, an eternal companion, stood alongside her two elder sisters, Nia and Sia Hasegawa.

They wore gentle smiles, their tails swaying with excitement.

From the factions of the Golden Crows and Night Ravens, Aurora Solaris and Nisha Lunaris—eternal companions who were twin sisters in their past life when they first met the Great Emperor—stood with mischievous smiles playing on their lips.

From the Phoenix faction, Ruby Von Ignacia, another eternal companion, radiated an imposing presence as fiery energy pulsed around her, a clear reflection of her unyielding strength.

Representing the faction of Divine Swans, Mina Megumi, yet another eternal companion, stood with a divine grace, her blue eyes filled with affection as they gazed upon the Emperor.

From the Star Peacocks faction stood Melina Beifall, whose voice was said to be so divine that even the Emperor's temper could be soothed by her song.

Meanwhile, from the Spirits of the Black Tortoise Continent, the heavenly butterfly faction was represented by Sumire, an eternal companion as well.

Behind her stood an army of thousands composed of dryads, elemental fairies, and sirens, all prepared for battle.

They awaited the commands of the King of Spirits, their gazes unwavering as they stood ready to defend their cause.

At that moment, every cultivator felt a wave of terrifying killing intent emanating from the place where the barrier had been broken.

Amid the swirling dust, tens of thousands of blood-red eyes slowly became visible, accompanied by a symphony of growls and hisses that sent chills down their spines.

The spirits from the Black Tortoise Continent responded with their own overwhelming killing intent.

As the most loyal beings to the King of Spirits, the sight of these mindless beasts and monsters baring their fangs and claws at their ruler ignited a fierce rage within them.

They longed to wipe the creatures from existence, but they dared not act without their king's command.

To do so would be an unforgivable act of blasphemy and disrespect.

Even Sumire, part spirit herself and usually calm and gentle, could not conceal the fury burning in her eyes.

She longed to incinerate the beasts into nothingness, but as a devoted wife, she refused to act on impulse in front of him.

Moreover, with thousands of high-ranked cultivators present, she would never break her composed elegance.

It would reflect poorly on her husband's reputation.

Sam, unfazed by the monstrous scene before him, took a single step—not on the ground, but into the air itself.

With each step, it was as if he ascended a staircase to the heavens, his movements graceful and regal.

His royal white robe fluttered in the wind, and his golden hair cascaded down his shoulders, catching the light.

His golden eyes glimmered with immeasurable power.

The beasts, brimming with terrifying strength and savagery, glared at Sam with hostility.

Despite their evolution and the intelligence they had gained, they were, in the end, still beasts.

And even they could not resist the primal fear that suddenly surged within them like a flood bursting through a dam.

The fear was instinctual, an overwhelming force they could neither control nor ignore.

It was as though the will of the heavens themselves commanded them to bow before the true King of Beasts.

Their legs quaked, struggling to support them in his otherworldly presence, and the flying beasts hastily retreated from his line of sight.

"Let's go, my beloved wives," Sam said with a smile as he soared forward, leaving a trail of glistening golden particles in his wake.

His wives smiled in unison, following closely behind him.

And behind them, the high-level cultivators of the Prime world followed suit, none daring to overtake the emperor's wives.

They knew full well that to do so would invite a fate worse than death.

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