Purple Qi Fills the Sky, Fist Will Pierces the Firmament

"Outdated?"

Liam Cloud turned his head, and though he was usually frail, in this moment he seemed radiant: "My ancestral art is the very first Emperor's Throne Art in all the world—the Purple Firmament Throne Art! Before my ancestor, no one had ever reached the Emperor's Throne Stage! The greatest feature of this art is change. With every generation, the Cloud Clan's heirs have absorbed and integrated the divine arts of their era, so that the Purple Firmament Throne Art is now countless times stronger than it was in the beginning!"

Speaking of his family’s legacy, pride overflowed in Liam’s words and bearing: "Every male heir of the Cloud Clan has always ranked among the very best in Heavenly Court at the same cultivation realm. If any of our Cloud Clan descendants could cross the Divine Bridge Realm, our clan would produce an Emperor's Throne powerhouse in every generation!"

His tone brimmed with confidence as he smiled: "Even I have few rivals among my peers in Heavenly Court! Cloud‑Venerable’s Purple Firmament Throne Art will never become obsolete!"

Suddenly, purple light surged up behind him, transforming into a vast violet sky!

Stars filled the heavens, sparkling brilliantly. A star river of blue descended from above, a great river fell, and then a divine peak thrust up from the ground, piercing straight into the sky!

That divine peak seemed frozen in black ice, but now, as spring warmed the world, the ice melted—revealing a pure green summit, a river like a drawn sword, and purple clouds swirling like a battle standard!

A divine bridge spanned the horizon. Liam’s Primordial Spirit stood atop the bridge, suspended beneath the purple sky, between star rivers and green peaks. Even without saying more, the scene’s sheer grandeur was enough to mesmerize.

Ten‑thousand‑fathom melding peaks pierce the purple heavens; when the road reaches its end, raise a divine bridge.

Gazing upward, the blue heavens and stars seem close; looking down, the mortal world lies far below.

Quinn Shepherd looked at the vision behind Liam Cloud, comparing it to the poem, and felt even greater admiration in his heart.

Cloud‑Venerable’s creation—the Purple Firmament Throne Art—was truly extraordinary, worthy of being the first Emperor’s Throne Art of its era!

In the early Dragon‑Han era, each of the Nine Heavenly Venerables achieved something no one else could match. Even the reclusive Moon‑Venerable’s mastery of spatial arts was unfathomable, and the later Pioneer Emperor’s Thirty‑Three Heavens of Sword Dao eclipsed all past and present.

As the first to reach the Emperor's Throne Stage, Cloud‑Venerable’s accomplishments were naturally remarkable.

"Quinn Heavenly Venerable, my ancestor’s testament praised you highly, but it also had some pointed words for you, the so‑called Overlord Body of the Dragon‑Han era."

Liam Cloud’s aura surged to its peak. Though he looked like a sickly youth, his presence now was truly astonishing, and his pale face even gained a flush of color. He said, "In her testament, my ancestor wrote that she did not believe her own art was inferior to the so‑called Overlord Body. She hoped her descendants would vindicate her!"

His eyes grew moist, but he smiled quietly: "Today, my ancestor’s art finally meets Quinn Heavenly Venerable. This is her last, lingering wish! Quinn Heavenly Venerable..."

His voice rang out, startling and clear: "Forgive my boldness, but on my ancestor’s behalf, I challenge you!"

Quinn Shepherd took a single step, and in the next instant appeared ten miles away on the surface of Jade Pool Sea. His tone was light and easy: "Back when I traveled to the early Dragon‑Han era, I sparred with several Venerables, but never had the chance to face Cloud‑Venerable. She was a true genius. I never imagined she had such a wish. Liam Cloud, let me see what she achieved."

Tears streamed down Liam Cloud’s face, yet a surge of indescribable heroic spirit welled up inside him.