Meanwhile, Yuan Zhexian leisurely stroked Xiao Qi's delicate little head.

At the same time, they realized that Xiao Qi's cultivation level had actually reached the first level of the Supreme God!

This discovery filled Yuan Zhexian with joy, but at the same time, a thought arose in his mind, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a wicked smile.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Zhexian, without hesitation, led Tai'a Qingcheng, Yuan Taixu, and Xiao Qi straight towards the City of Watch.

At this very moment, above the Watchful City of the Boundary Sea, Di Shitian, Xuanxiao, and Haoyang stood firmly like three mountains.

Behind them followed hundreds of peerless experts at the Mythical Emperor Realm. The aura emanating from these experts was as deep and boundless as the ocean, causing people to tremble with fear.

Moreover, there were thousands of supreme beings, tens of thousands of emperors, and countless quasi-emperors, densely distributed around the city of Watch, forming an impregnable defensive line.

It can be said that almost all the powerful figures who have survived from ancient times to the present have appeared at this moment, making it an unprecedented gathering of powerful figures.

However, none of these powerful individuals showed any sign of relief; instead, each of them wore an extremely heavy and serious expression.

Their gazes were simultaneously drawn to the gap in the boundary wall in the distance, where a group of powerful beings from the Myriad Spirits World, whose numbers far exceeded their own, were gathered.

Among these powerful beings from the myriad spirits world, the leader exuded a terrifying aura that chilled people to the bone.

He was surrounded by a rich, ethereal aura, as if he were one with the heavens and earth.

Just by standing there, the terrifying pressure he exuded was like a mountain pressing down on everyone, making it almost impossible to breathe and causing their hearts to beat faster involuntarily.

To his left stood Ying Yuan and Mie Feng, two powerful figures at the Quasi-Immortal Realm, both exuding a formidable aura that commanded respect.

On the right stood four ancestors of the ferocious beast emperors, their auras equally imposing, giving people a sense of oppression.

Just then, Di Shitian suddenly spoke up, "Ying Yuan, do you intend to break the bet and suffer the calamity of the Great Dao?"

His voice carried a hint of authority and questioning.

However, Ying Yuan was not to be outdone and immediately laughed, "When did we break our bet?"

"In the past ten thousand years, we have indeed not allowed a third quasi-immortal realm expert to step into the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

His tone was firm, and he seemed confident in his statement.

Then, Ying Yuan pointed to the esteemed figure standing in front of them and said, "The esteemed figure in front of us is a powerful expert at the Immortal Realm."

He specifically emphasized the words "immortal realm," clearly wanting Indra to understand the difference.

Finally, Ying Yuan added, "We never said that we wouldn't allow experts at the Immortal Realm to set foot in your Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

His words were like a sharp sword, piercing straight to Indra's vitals.

As soon as he finished speaking, a bead of cold sweat appeared on Di Shitian's forehead.

He knew very well that the gap between a quasi-immortal and an immortal was like an insurmountable chasm.

Faced with Ying Yuan's rebuttal, he was speechless for a moment, his finger trembling as he pointed at Ying Yuan, but he was too angry to speak.

At this tense moment, the powerful immortal from the Myriad Spirits World finally spoke.

His voice seemed to penetrate people's souls, and every word struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer, sending chills down their spines.

The crowd stared at him in horror, his face contorted with boundless killing intent, the fury in his eyes seeming to burn the entire world to ashes.

"Hand over the person who killed my son, or I will slaughter you all today!"

His roar echoed in the air, lingering for a long time.

This powerful immortal was none other than Feng Yanyang's father, Feng Zhi, the progenitor of the Sun-Radiant Phoenix Clan of the Myriad Spirits World.

He had just awakened from his deep sleep when he learned the devastating news that his own son, Feng Yanyang, had been killed by Yuan Zhexian. The grief and anger in his heart were instantly ignited, erupting like an uncontrollable volcano.

Without saying a word, Feng Zhi charged towards the heavens and earth with murderous intent, determined to avenge his son.

Just as he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from afar, carrying a hint of mockery and disdain: "Oh! Is that so?"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yuan Zhexian's figure appear in the distant sky. He exuded a powerful aura that made people dare not look directly at him.

"You think you can wash away our entire world?" Yuan Zhexian's voice was calm and dignified, yet it revealed an undeniable confidence.

Before he finished speaking, Di Shitian, Yuan Honglian, Yuan Cangsheng, Ye Jiutian, Zi Yi and others all showed expressions of surprise.

They all knew that Yuan Zhexian had fallen into the spatial hole. They thought he was doomed, but they never expected that he would come back alive, and his strength seemed to have increased even further.

They were so shocked when they sensed the powerful aura emanating from Yuan Zhexian that they couldn't close their mouths.

In just six thousand years, Yuan Zhexian has actually advanced from the Great Emperor Realm to the ninth level of the Mythical Emperor Realm. Such a cultivation speed is simply unbelievable.

At this moment, Yuan Zhexian's strength had far surpassed that of the Four Heavenly Emperors, leaving them far behind.

And that Emperor Saint-level expert inadvertently revealed a trace of killing intent.

It turns out that at the moment Huang Jingji perished, he actually used a mysterious secret technique to deeply imprint the image of Yuan Zhexian into his soul imprint.

However, when Huang Shengji discovered that Huang Jingji's soul imprint had suddenly shattered, he immediately realized that Yuan Zhexian had returned and had even killed his younger brother.

Just then, Feng Zhi suddenly asked, "Who are you?"

Yuan Zhexian's reply was unusually calm: "Me? I am the one who killed Feng Yanyang, the number one young master of the Myriad Spirits World."

Standing beside Feng Zhi, Ying Yuan interjected, "Lord Feng Zhi, this Yuan Zhe Xian was merely a fourth-level Demon Emperor six thousand years ago."

His tone revealed a hint of worry, "But in just six thousand years, he has actually reached the ninth level of the Mythical Realm. If this person is not eliminated, he will surely become a great threat!"

However, Feng Zhi glared at Ying Yuan without any politeness and said authoritatively, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

Ying Yuan felt a powerful pressure surge towards him like a tidal wave after being glared at by Feng Zhi, as if his soul was about to be pulled away by that glare.

He shuddered, and cold sweat poured out like a burst dam, instantly soaking his clothes.

He dared not be negligent in the slightest, and immediately bowed deeply, saying with trepidation, "Lord Fengzhi, I know I was wrong! Please forgive me!"

His voice was filled with fear and humility.

However, Feng Zhi showed no reaction to his apology. His gaze remained fixed on Yuan Zhexian, the killing intent in his eyes burning like flames, as if he wanted to devour Yuan Zhexian completely.

Feng Zhi gritted his teeth and said, "Even if you don't say it, you killed my own son! Today, this person will die!"