It was a blue-colored wheel of light, exuding an eternal and indestructible divine aura. It radiated an unfathomable depth, an icy force that seemed to freeze the void, bringing with it eternal darkness and annihilation.
The moment it appeared, space and time around it froze.
Even consciousness was locked down—dragged into an eternal night, a state of stillness like slumber. Time ceased to flow.
"That's the Dark Moon Demon Wheel, the Demon Lord's supreme weapon! A Heaven-grade treasure, no less! It's said that when the wheel appears, the world falls into silence. It can freeze space and time, returning all things to eternal night and bringing endless death. On the battlefield, it's soaked in the blood of countless enemies."
"He's made his move! The Demon Lord is finally taking action! He's a peerless powerhouse—on par with the Saints of the Eternal World! This time, Yi Tianxing is doomed. No matter how powerful he is, at most he's at the Dao Proving Realm. But the Demon Lord… he's at the Saint Realm, at least two entire realms above! No matter how monstrous Yi Tianxing is, that gap is insurmountable. He's dead this time, for sure!"
"Excellent! No matter what trump cards Yi Tianxing has, in the face of absolute power, all that awaits him is death. With this threat eliminated, Eternal Night can finally breathe easy. This pest has been a thorn in our side for far too long!"
In the Demon Palace, the gathered powerhouses—including the Hydra leader—wore expressions of excitement and anticipation.
Yi Tianxing had been far too troublesome. He'd slipped through their fingers too many times, ruining their plans, costing them forces and pride. He was a rat in their grain stores, a vile nuisance.
Now, they had the chance to crush him completely. This was worth celebrating across the realm.
"What is that?"
"Why… why can't I move? What's happening to me?!"
"The moon… it looks like a moon, but why is it that color? Why is it so terrifying? No—this must be targeting our Sacred King! He's in danger!"
From within the various Great Yi Immortal Cities, countless civilians and soldiers looked up into the void in unison.
But that was all they could do—look.
The very next moment, they found that their bodies were no longer under their control. Time and space had silently frozen around them. Even their consciousness dulled, as if they were being dragged into eternal slumber.
This phenomenon was caused entirely by that eerie moon—the Dark Moon Demon Wheel.
No one could comprehend just how terrifying the power within it truly was.
"Not good! The hidden mastermind from the depths of this realm is finally making a move! Yi Tianxing has touched a sensitive nerve. They've lost all restraint and are moving to kill him at any cost!"
White Lotus's expression changed drastically.
The enemy had completely abandoned any sense of honor or pretense—they were going to crush him with absolute power.
That was the trademark of Eternal Night—strike hard, strike first, and eliminate the threat before it grows. Reputation meant nothing. Eliminating threats while they were still in the cradle was the most efficient and profitable path.
The void itself had frozen. No, time and space had been shackled by an unseen force.
For most cultivators, resistance was impossible. Only beings like White Lotus, who had reached a certain realm and possessed immense control, could retain a measure of self-agency. Even then, the pressure was tremendous. This wasn't even the full might of the Demon Wheel—merely the ambient suppression radiating from it.
And yet, it was enough to crush Dao Proving Realm cultivators like ants.
The suppression was overwhelming.
"A Heaven-grade treasure..."
Yi Tianxing drew a deep breath, a grave light flashing in his eyes.
"You really think highly of me, don't you? To deal with me, you've brought out a Supreme treasure. I'm flattered."
Unlike the others, from the moment the Demon Wheel appeared, Yi Tianxing instantly felt the oppressive force locking onto him.
Time and space around him shifted dramatically, nearly frozen.
But unlike ordinary cultivators, this meant little to him.
Yi Tianxing had long since awakened Time and Space Life Apertures, and had cultivated them to a profound degree. With the divine abilities of both apertures, he wielded powerful control over the flow of time and the structure of space.
He forcefully resisted the suppressive pressure with his own mastery.
Still, the world around him twisted unnaturally. Space and time warped like spinning threads, twisting in eerie patterns that evoked a primal fear.
It was terrifying.
Even so, he could feel the killing intent radiating from the Demon Wheel.
A cold, fatal pressure.
"Eternal monster—must be destroyed!!"
A chilling voice rang out from the Dark Moon Demon Wheel, echoing across the entire Dark Realm and entering every creature's mind.
A colossal blue moon descended from the sky, streaking toward Yi Tianxing at unimaginable speed. Words could not describe it—only the growing enormity of the moon in front of him could.
With it came an indescribable freezing aura.
Shhhhhh—!!
All across the Dark Realm, the oceans began to freeze. Massive layers of ice rapidly formed over the surface. The ground was overtaken by frost. Trees left behind from the explosion were frozen solid. Mountains turned to ice peaks, rivers to ice streams.
The cold spread—reaching the Immortal Cities in the blink of an eye.
There, the Xuanhuang Barrier automatically activated in response. On the barrier's surface, layers of thick frost appeared. Even its operation slowed. The air inside the cities grew sharply colder.
Frost formed on the citizens—on their hair, eyebrows, and faces. Their skin turned white, their bodies numb. It was a cold that pierced the bones.
The ground within the cities froze too.
Thankfully, the protective barrier held. The cities were also equipped with temperature-regulating formations, which activated immediately, stabilizing the internal climate. Otherwise, mass casualties would have followed in seconds.
The entire Dark Realm had turned into a frozen world.
This wasn't even a direct strike—just the passive power leaking from the Demon Wheel. And already, the destruction was staggering.
Such was the might of a Supreme treasure—its power on par with a Saint-level being.
With a true powerhouse behind it, the destructive power would be even greater.
"If you want to kill me... then let's see if you have the strength to do it!"
Yi Tianxing took a deep breath—then suddenly let out a thunderous roar:
"People of the Great Yi Holy Court! Today, your Sacred King stands against a terrifying enemy! I need your strength! Raise your right hand—and lend me your power!!"
His voice echoed across the entire Dark Realm, and even every realm under Great Yi's control. It rang directly into the ears and minds of every citizen—even the deaf could hear and understand it clearly.
ROAAAAR!!
At that moment, the Seven-Clawed Golden Dragon coiled above the Sea of Merit and Virtue above Xuanhuang Immortal City suddenly opened its eyes.
Its vast form radiated incredible majesty.
With a mighty roar, it vanished from the clouds—traversing space at unimaginable speed—appearing above the White Lotus Forbidden Zone, directly above Yi Tianxing.
And then—it dove straight into his body.
Another thunderous dragon roar followed.
"It's the Sacred King! He's fighting an overwhelming enemy—and needs our strength!"
"Raise your right hand! Do it! Everything we have today is thanks to the Sacred King. He's like our second father. Even the strength I have—it's because of him. Of course I'll lend it to him. Take it! Take it all!!"
"We're willing! We'll help! Raise your hand!"
"Raise your right hand!!"
Across the Great Yi Holy Court, in every city, citizens raised their right hands.
For the older generation of Great Yi, this was nothing new. For the newer citizens, it might have been the first time—but most had heard of it in the annals of Great Yi's history.
No one resisted. No one hesitated.
They were only lending power—they were all willing. Their power had come from Yi Tianxing to begin with. Without him, there would be no Great Yi, no prosperous life, no cultivation, no strength.
He asked—and they gave.
They raised their hands.
Their eyes turned to the heavens—filled with awe, admiration, and hope.
"Raise your right hand!!"
Within the court, countless generals, bounty hunters, and imperial officials did so without hesitation.
To them, Yi Tianxing's command was absolute.
If he said raise your right hand—they did. Without a thought.
It wasn't just obedience—it was the deepest form of trust.
And the moment their hands rose, an unseen law manifested.
Every citizen felt the same sensation—their strength drained away, flowing out of them through some invisible link.
They grew weak.
Raising the hand wasn't a requirement. It was merely a symbol of consent.
The true mechanism was Great Yi's national destiny—with the Dragon of Destiny as the core, their strength flowed into the body of the Sacred King.
Only the ruler of a Fortune Dynasty had the right to wield such power.
"Such incredible power… this is Great Yi's strength!"
Yi Tianxing stood in the void, feeling the tide of power surge within him—growing at an astonishing rate.