With the power of one man, he shook the entire world.

Such a feat would have been dismissed as nonsense in the past.

But now, the truth lay before everyone’s eyes, shattering their worldviews.

Dugu Changkong was an old man nearing the end of his life, with only a few hundred or thousand years left.

A dust-stained cloth robe could not hide his overwhelming presence.

Sparse white hair carried endless loneliness and the marks of time.

His eyes were cloudy, revealing nothing of his inner thoughts.

Those withered hands swept across the Imperial Province, unmatched by any.

“I stand upon the divine bridge, overlooking all beings. What enemies do I fear?”

With a single word or glance, he made the hidden ancient beings tremble, their hearts uneasy.

“We wish to discuss the matter of Qingzong with you, Dao Friend. Do you dare to step forward for a talk?”

A hoarse voice echoed from a corner of the Imperial Province, resonating through the vast starry sky, imbued with supreme Law, paralyzing those who heard it as if bound by countless chains.

“Yes.”

Dugu Changkong looked in the direction of the voice, his expression unchanged.

Then, leaving a shadow in place, he stepped into the void.

Only a few knew where Dugu Changkong went, not even those at the peak of the Great Vehicle Realm.

Sword Immortal Changgeng did not continue his projection but retracted his supernatural power, gazing deeply at the wine jug in his hand, murmuring, “The struggle of the great era.”

In an unknown small world, an independent space not governed by the Laws of the Imperial Province.

A small world like a fairyland, with towering mountains and lush greenery.

Mist swirled, creating a beautiful scene.

Atop the mountains stood simple thatched huts or magnificent palaces.

The air was filled with powerful Law, different from the outside world, surpassing the Mahayana Realm.

This place was called the Kunlun Realm.

It was a sanctuary created by a group of top beings, effectively resisting the power of the Great Dao, allowing them to live longer.

The Kunlun Realm had existed for over a hundred thousand years, passed down to this day.

Some of the divine bridge powerhouses of the world lived in seclusion here.

One reason was to avoid the power of the Law of Time and extend their lifespans; the other was to explore the divine bridge Dao together, hoping to see higher levels.

Only fourteen people lived here.

They came from different places, leaving behind worldly affairs, abandoning their high status and supreme power, focusing solely on the Dao.

Many years ago, the Kunlun Realm had invited Sword Immortal Changgeng to reside here, but he refused.

The head of the Academy was also invited.

As for the result, the head tore up the invitation, showing no respect.

Dugu Changkong arrived in this small world, having known about the Kunlun Realm long ago, and now he was here in person.

“May I ask, Dao Friend, how many steps have you taken?”

Amidst the swirling mist, a blurry figure asked hoarsely.

Dugu Changkong said nothing, raising his hand to strike forward.

“Boom!”

The mist collapsed, revealing a giant palm imprint.

The powerhouse within immediately countered, but his body was sent flying, crashing into a mountain, causing rocks and soil to scatter.

“I am no match. Dao Friend, please enter.”

With just one move, the person knew Dugu Changkong was beyond his ability to contend with, and he dispersed the thick mist, cupping his hands in salute.

I don’t need to answer your question; you only need to know one thing: my strength far surpasses yours.

Dugu Changkong was that confident, the divine bridge’s power in his every move making the powerful figures wary and respectful.

A massive palace floated above the sea of clouds.

Inside, more than a dozen old men in different attire sat, all watching the door, waiting for Dugu Changkong’s arrival.

“Dao Friend, we understand your desire to revive Qingzong. However, the world’s situation is set. If you wish to start a war, it may not be tolerated by the heavens and earth.”

“The matter of Qingzong requires careful consideration.”

“We understand your feelings, Dao Friend, but please act within your means.”

They spoke one after another, trying to pressure Dugu Changkong into retreating.

As they spoke, terrifying auras spread towards Dugu Changkong.

Standing still, he remained unmoved.

With a flick of his sleeve, he dispersed all the pressure.

Unfazed, he pointed a finger.

“Whoosh!”

With a light touch of his fingertip, the palace collapsed.

The faces of the more than a dozen divine bridge powerhouses changed drastically, shocked.

They rose into the air, surrounding Dugu Changkong, the atmosphere tense, ready to erupt into battle at any moment.

Facing this situation, Dugu Changkong remained calm, his eyes showing no fear.

Standing with his hands behind his back, he spoke slowly, “I intend to revive Qingzong, not to seek your opinions, but to inform you not to obstruct my path.”

The next moment, Dugu Changkong raised his head, sweeping his gaze over the group above, his calm eyes finally showing a hint of ferocity and killing intent, “Understood?”

Boom—

At that instant, a terrifying aura surged in the Kunlun Realm, the clash of various Laws tearing the void, flattening mountains, and cracking the ground with countless fissures.

The crowd was alarmed, not expecting Dugu Changkong to act so aggressively, striking at the slightest disagreement.

“This is a new era, the future belongs to the younger generation. Why don’t we each take a step back and let the juniors resolve this long-standing karma? If they can take the opportunity to settle the demon abyss, that would be the best outcome.”

Someone suggested.

“I agree.”

Then, the old men nodded in agreement.

Though they hadn’t fought openly, they had already clashed in secret.

Dugu Changkong’s displayed strength exceeded their initial expectations. If a battle were to break out, they could indeed suppress Dugu Changkong together, but three to five of them would surely die.

No one could guarantee they wouldn’t be among the dead, making the situation very tense. This proposal could avoid high-level conflict and delay time, so no one opposed it.

“We can talk.”

Dugu Changkong slightly restrained himself, his tone becoming more peaceful.

Strength was the foundation of maintaining dignity. If Dugu Changkong were weaker, he would have been easily controlled.

The negotiation lasted for several hours.

It involved both sides’ interests and mentioned the Emperor’s weapon fragment.

Some were eager to obtain the Emperor’s weapon fragment, believing that careful study would bring supreme Fortune.

On this point, Dugu Changkong was uncompromising: “If you want the Emperor’s weapon, let your juniors fight for it! If you dare to shamelessly take action, I don’t mind sending you to the afterlife early.”