Chapter 556

Chapter 556: Rebellion

Lu Chao Chao stood at the outskirts, facing the ranks of celestial soldiers from the Celestial Realm.

She raised her gaze to the sun, lifting a hand slightly to shield her eyes.

Light filtered through her fingers in scattered fragments.

At noon, when the sunlight was at its peak, it was also the time when the strength of all beings across the Three Realms was at its weakest.

Celestial Sovereign Yan Qing placed the extracted godhood into the Eight Treasures Glazed Bottle.

Han Chuan looked down at the four kneeling figures, a faint smile curling his lips. “Celestial Sovereign Bai Heng, please carry out the execution.”

“Eradicate evil and restore peace to the Three Realms.”

Bai Heng stepped onto the Execution Platform for Immortals. The platform was inscribed with intricate patterns, forming an array that would activate if any intruder set foot upon it.

The members of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect hurried onto the scene. The Great Senior Martial Uncle, leading them, saw the divine light fading from his fallen comrades and felt his heart clench in agony.

“I refuse to accept this!”

“These people once saved the world! Now that peace reigns, you cast them aside like tools to be discarded? Is this what you call the Celestial Realm?”

“A place so corrupt and despicable is unworthy of the title ‘Celestial Realm’!”

His eyes burned red as he gripped his sword, flanked by elders of the sect who had ascended through the ages.

“Han Chuan, you dare to wield authority like an imperial decree!”

“We shall wait until the Monarch Emperor returns from his tribulation to judge this matter!”

Han Chuan sneered at them. “The Imperial Seal is in my hands. That means I rule in the Monarch Emperor’s stead. If you object, then go find him yourselves.”

“Bai Heng, commence the execution!”

The elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect immediately unsheathed their swords. “You dare!”

Han Chuan gazed down at them with an amused smile. “Guards! The Ten Thousand Swords Sect has defied orders, a clear act of treason! Seize them!”

As his voice rang out, yin and yang interchanged, and in that instant of midday, a fleeting moment of extreme yin descended.

Lu Chao Chao keenly felt the gradual weakening of power around her.

“How dare you! Can you truly betray Chao Chao?”

“She once risked her life to save you, yet you now call her an abomination and seek to execute her disciples. How do you justify yourselves before her?” The Great Senior Martial Uncle’s voice tore through the battlefield as he clashed fiercely with the swarming celestial guards.

The elders of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect were hopelessly outnumbered against tens of thousands of celestial soldiers.

“Chao Chao, do you see this? These heartless ingrates—they have betrayed you!”

Senior Martial Uncle Lin roared, tears streaming down his face as he swung his sword desperately.

The celestial soldiers were endless, no matter how many they cut down.

All these so-called gods had once been blessed by Chao Chao’s kindness.

“Today, I will see who dares to stop me!” Han Chuan’s patience snapped. He raised his arm as Bai Heng positioned himself at the center. Several beams of light shot skyward, illuminating the Execution Platform for Immortals as its formation ignited.

“Before you harm my disciples, have you sought permission from the Sunshine Sword?”

A soft laugh echoed through the crowd.

Just that one laugh, and the entire battlefield fell into silence.

Han Chuan stiffened for a brief moment before he reacted, his face twisting in horror. “Abomination! Quickly! Lu Chao Chao is here!!”

He shouted as he retreated wildly, scrambling behind the celestial soldiers.

“The Sword Sovereign Sunshine sacrificed herself to save the world, and the Three Realms commemorate her grace. Yet these ungrateful wretches dare to draw swords upon the Celestial Realm itself. She—she is an abomination!!”

“What are you waiting for?! Seize her at once! Kill her if necessary!” Han Chuan gripped the Imperial Seal, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect looked past the throng of celestial soldiers. Senior Martial Uncle Lin froze.

That fire-red figure…

Wasn’t she the young disciple who had ascended just moments ago?

Lu Chao Chao held her sword in her right hand. As the illusion on her face faded, her true form emerged.

The unparalleled Sword Sovereign Sunshine!

“It’s the Sword Sovereign—it’s truly her…” Senior Martial Uncle Lin’s sword trembled in his grip, nearly slipping to the ground. The moment he saw that familiar crimson silhouette, all his fear and uncertainty washed away, leaving only the steady resolve of one with a guiding force.

“The Sword Sovereign has returned! She’s truly back!”

“You fool! The Celestial Realm has laid a trap just for you! They want you to ascend so they can brand you as an abomination! You should have stayed away!” The Great Senior Martial Uncle was torn between elation and worry.

His eyes lingered on the young girl, unwilling to look away.

Lu Chao Chao smiled at them. “So what if I am an abomination? So what if I am a god? I no longer wish to be one.”

Just as when she had sacrificed herself, she had never cared for rewards.

She acted solely upon her heart’s will.

“I could protect the world, yet I cannot protect my own disciples. How absurd is that? Watching them suffer is not my way.”

She raised her sword, pointing it at Han Chuan.

“Han Chuan, your great-aunt is here!”

With those words, she charged into the fray.

Her crimson robes danced as she wielded her sword against the masses.

Though her heart had been torn from her chest and her cultivation remained unhealed, with a sword in hand, she was invincible.

The celestial soldiers clad in silver armor—the so-called strongest army in the Three Realms—were utterly powerless before her.

She carved a path through them, leaving a trail of blood in her wake.

Han Chuan’s scalp tingled in terror. Even before her ascension, Lu Chao Chao had been able to rival gods as a mere mortal. Which god had not feared her?

She was an anomaly, a monstrosity that surpassed even the deities!

Bai Heng, seeing Lu Chao Chao approaching step by step, swiftly formed a hand seal. A rift seemed to open in the sky.

A vortex of spiritual energy appeared in the heavens, swirling violently as it gathered the power of the world itself.

The overwhelming energy amassed above, a sight both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

“I, Han Chuan, command the gods with the Imperial Seal! Eliminate the abomination! Restore order to the Three Realms!”

The gods hesitated, glancing at each other. Lu Chao Chao was cutting through celestial soldiers like chopping melons—who would dare to approach?

The Dragon King hesitated as well. But recalling his son’s ambitions and his own earlier promise to Han Chuan, he knew that stepping forward now would secure a place of favor.

Indeed…

A black dragon soared into the clouds from the distance. A deep roar reverberated, shaking the Dragon King to his core.

“My son will aid Celestial Sovereign Han Chuan!” the Dragon King declared.

Han Chuan’s expression relaxed slightly. He only needed one leader to step forward; the rest would follow.

The black dragon’s scales glistened, its five claws sharp and gleaming. It churned the skies as it loomed over the battlefield.

The Dragon King beamed with pride, turning to the Phoenix King. “My son is destined for greatness.”

But then…

The black dragon struck with a thunderous blow—not at Lu Chao Chao, but at Han Chuan!

A full-force strike, without restraint.

Han Chuan barely dodged, yet he staggered back three steps, blood welling up in his throat.

“W-wait, what is happening?!” The old Turtle Chancellor stomped his feet in panic.

“Dragon King, your son is strong—but his aim is off!”

The Dragon King’s face turned pale, his excitement twisting into despair.

He smacked the Turtle Chancellor on the shell. “What aim?! Damn it, hurry back to the dragon caves and activate the barrier!”

“That wretched boy—he’s rebelling!”

“I’m going to kill him!”