The overwhelming hand from the heavens descended, capturing Elder Xuan, Misty, and all the True Saints of the Sea of Realms in its grasp, then tore through the void, swiftly retreating!

Emperor Yi, suddenly intruding, utilized a secret anchor point from the past, seizing the opportunity at the critical moment to forcibly rescue All Saints of the Sea of Realms.

High above the Heavenly Court, Doumu Yuanjun coldly stared in the direction Emperor Yi fled, surrounded by flowing starlight, silent and icy.

"Your Majesty, will you not strike to intercept?"

Luo Xuan frowned deeply, stepped forward, and asked in a deep voice.

This particular scheme, in which he actively cooperated, feigning collusion with Elder Xuan and others to lure these cunning True Saints into the trap, sealed off the void on all sides.

Otherwise, with their capabilities, even if they were outmatched, they would never wait for death; they would have shown their Divine Skills and scattered to escape long ago, not so easily captured in one fell swoop.

Yet now, watching a cooked duck fly away?

Doumu Yuanjun snorted coldly, her voice like eternal ice:

"Emperor Yi is cunning and deep in thought. If I truly pursued, I might fall into his scheme. Now that I command the great trend of the Heavenly Court, I only need to advance step by step, steadily and surely, and All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds will forever be in my grasp."

"It is not me who should be anxious, but him."

Luo Xuan verbally agreed, but a faint and indiscernible color flashed in his lowered eyes.

Though she says this, in reality, she is apprehensive of that Emperor Yi, not daring to act rashly even in her advantageous position.

This conduct is naturally flawless.

However...

Luo Xuan’s gaze flickered, overly cautious, leading to being tied up, will also be this Heavenly Emperor’s flaw.

Doumu Yuanjun glanced at Luo Xuan, his thoughts and contemplations all within her sight.

Yet she never spoke of it, letting Luo Xuan "daydream" in her presence.

At this moment, a man with a jade-like face walked forward, his gaze sharp, exceptionally divine.

Upon seeing him, Luo Xuan’s eyes showed caution.

This man was found by the Heavenly Court years ago in the Human World within a certain realm, initially an ordinary person, yet after returning to the Investiture of the Gods, he directly leaped from an ordinary person to the Eight Realms!

Thereafter, he ascended each level yearly, his Dao Power increasing progressively, until today, even Luo Xuan found him somewhat unfathomable!

Luo Xuan had seen those True Saints who reincarnated and cultivated anew, but never witnessed such "reincarnating cultivation."

Even for a Transcender returning from tribulations, if recultivating, nothing could defy the heavens this way.

In this regard, that World Venerable is the benchmark.

Walking through more than a century to reach this step today has already expanded Luo Xuan’s horizons.

On the Heavenly Court’s side...

It’s no longer called recultivating but directly reclaiming former power and Position, spending only a little time adjusting at most.

Within the Heavenly Court, others called this person "Star Lord," with all Star Monarchs under his command.

"Emperor Yi still has a move left within the Heavenly Court?" the Star Lord, arriving late, glanced in the direction Emperor Yi fled, his voice echoing like precious metal.

"It’s normal; the former dojo, if without residual tricks, would be abnormal," Doumu Yuanjun expressed indifference, "if he remained hidden and silent, I might be cautious a bit. Since stepping from the shadows into the light, it’s merely a matter of time to eliminate."

"You hold confidence, that’s what matters," the Star Lord nodded, then this person’s expression showed anticipation, "Have you reclaimed some of your former Fruit Position enough to awaken various Heavenly Soldiers, Generals, and Star Official Divine Monarchs? We have too few people; the Investiture of the Gods is not fully complete!"

Doumu Yuanjun said no more, reaching into the void and forcibly pulling out an endless illusionary river that stretched across the high heavens.

Luo Xuan’s eyes widened.

Initially thinking the Investiture of the Gods was a scroll or some register, only recently did he realize that it was truly the condensation of the River of Time and Destiny, embedded within the foundational rules of the Sea of Realms!

The golden river woven from intricate golden Divine Patterns, seemingly real yet unreal, was the Heavenly Court’s Investiture of the Gods!

Within it, each name’s appearance and disappearance entailed vast Karma and Qi Fortune changes, representing a Divine Position.

Luo Xuan watched intently at this Investiture of the Gods, transcending his understanding, far beyond his memory of his brother’s accompanying Dao Soldiers!

Even the Dao Soldiers of the Great Dao Ancestor couldn’t compare...

What level of Divine Artifact is this Investiture of the Gods, and who crafted it?

The Star Lord gazed at the Investiture of the Gods, suddenly frowning: "After Emperor Yi left years ago, did he unsettle the foundation of the Investiture of the Gods?"

Doumu Yuanjun replied coldly:

"He took away the God-beating Whip, and before departing, severed the Investiture of the Gods’ connection to the Origin River."

"Over the years, I have repeatedly tried, only reestablishing a preliminary link to the Origin River, finding you. Far from its heyday."

Listening on the side, Luo Xuan’s emotions stirred. Based on what he learned in recent days, the so-called Origin River is the River of Time and Destiny, belonging to the Sea of Realms!

This is power that supersedes all realms within the Sea of Realms, the most essential force within the Sea of Realms.

Even All Saints, no one among Transcenders have the ability to intervene, control the power of the Origin River.

Yet somehow, the Heavenly Court’s Investiture of the Gods linked to the Origin River of the Sea of Realms...

The Star Lord’s brow furrowed tightly: "A bit troublesome,"

"Nothing troublesome, merely a matter of time," Doumu Yuanjun’s tone remained calm yet carried unquestionable determination.

"But if I were Emperor Yi, I would not sit by and watch you restore the Investiture of the Gods to its peak."

Doumu Yuanjun’s gaze deepened, saying no more, as the seal raised above her head shone brightly, stirring this illusionary river.