Sweeping across the heavens, starting with the first emperor of the ancient times.

On the edge of the universe, two figures clashed fiercely in the chaos.

The man was tall and slender, with divine power surging around him like a tide; he was none other than Mu Feng, the master of the Mu family.

He originated from the Taiyin Divine Sect, founded his own Mu Mansion, and is now a powerful force renowned throughout the region.

Each palm strike from Mu Feng carried the extreme cold and yin power of the Taiyin Dao, yet it was also incredibly domineering. The palm prints were like rounds of Taiyin suns crushing down, suppressing eternity and freezing the void.

His palm technique was not gentle or feminine, but rather used yin to control yang, exuding a chilling power. With each palm strike, the void seemed to freeze.

The other man was burly and had an unparalleled, domineering fist technique; he was none other than Martial Venerable Lin Dong.

With each punch he threw, the void collapsed and chaos surged, the fist imprints like golden meteors piercing the darkness, carrying an indomitable and fierce power.

Lin Dong's boxing style was not fancy; it was purely about using brute force to overcome skill. With one punch, Mu Feng's black palm print was shattered into pieces.

As the aftershocks of the punch swept past, the desolate stars around them exploded into dust.

The two fought their way from one star field to another, causing stars to explode and the void to collapse wherever they went.

The onlookers, mostly monks, were buzzing with discussion.

"Huh? It's actually Lord Mu and Martial Venerable. Why are these two fighting?"

"I heard they knew each other before and had a very good relationship, they were good friends. Why did they suddenly attack each other?"

"What's there to doubt? At their level, do they need a reason to fight? They just want to determine who's better."

"That's true. In the struggle for the imperial throne, even friends have to be fought."

Some people remarked, "Master Mu Feng has been famous for many years and has a profound foundation. The Martial Venerable has risen to prominence and is gaining momentum. This battle is going to be quite a spectacle."

Countless people watched the battle through the Great Luo Heaven Light Screen, too tense to speak.

The two fought fiercely, exchanging hundreds of blows in the blink of an eye.

Mu Feng's robes were stained with blood, and Lin Dong's mouth was bleeding, but neither of them backed down.

The sound of their fists colliding was like thunder, shaking the surrounding star field.

After another strike, the two separated, facing each other across tens of thousands of feet of void.

Mu Feng's chest heaved violently, his robes were torn in several places, and blood stained a large area of ​​them.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, looked at the forest cave, and felt only joy in his eyes.

Lin Dong was in no better shape; his arms were covered with black ice crystals, marks left by the erosion of the Yin energy.

The two looked at each other and then laughed at the same time.

"That's exhilarating!" Mu Feng exclaimed. "Brother Lin, your fist technique is becoming more and more domineering. It seems you've gained new insights from cultivating the Heavenly Emperor Scripture recently. Brother Lin, you are truly a special genius. You get stronger and stronger as you progress, like you are constantly evolving. It seems the Heavenly Emperor Scripture is really suitable for you."

Mu Feng and Lin Dong had known each other for quite some time, and he greatly admired Lin Dong, as his friend possessed an exceptionally strong Dao heart.

Moreover, his talent seemed to be constantly evolving, especially after obtaining the Heavenly Emperor Scripture.

He used to be in the lead, but gradually he struggled more and more, and now he's even falling behind, which is completely different from other geniuses.

Lin Dong shook his head: "Brother Mu, we're alike, your strength is also getting stronger."

Lin Dong knew that he was not a top genius at the beginning, so he took things one step at a time, without rushing, and built a solid foundation.

Especially after obtaining the Heavenly Emperor Scripture, he felt like a fish in water. For many years, he has been studying it diligently, reaping great rewards and gaining profound insights.

The more you study it, the more you realize how terrifying and powerful the Heavenly Emperor is.

The battle between the two was not a life-or-death feud, but a contest between friends.

They have often discussed and progressed together over the years, and have an excellent relationship.

It's just a battle for the Emperor's path; everyone wants to be the one who ultimately attains enlightenment.

Therefore, they would fight every now and then, both as a friendly competition and as preparation for the future struggle for the imperial path.

Lin Dong looked at Mu Feng across from him and sighed with emotion. Every time he saw Mu Feng, he would feel an inexplicable sense of closeness to him.

He had experienced this feeling with his good friend, the God Emperor Heavenly Silkworm - Potato.

However, unlike the instant affinity between Tiancan and Tudou, the sense of closeness with Mufeng is weaker and less intense.

He couldn't explain why, perhaps because both of them had struggled to survive in the most difficult circumstances and had climbed up from the bottom step by step.

Lin Dong shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Mu Feng felt the same way.

Every time he saw Lin Dong, he would feel an inexplicable sense of intimacy, as if there was some unseen connection between them.

They discussed it many times, but couldn't find the reason.

In the end, it can only be attributed to fate.

"Brother Lin, we've been competing for so many years, let's settle this today." Mu Feng took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly surged.

"good!"

Lin Dong nodded and also urged himself to exert all his strength.

The two moved at the same time.

Mu Feng formed hand seals and fully activated the Great Dao of Yin. A black full moon rose from behind him, and endless Yin energy surged from the moon, condensing into a huge black hand that blotted out the sky.

The giant hand, with its flowing stars and surging glaciers, slammed down towards the forest cave with the power to suppress eternity and freeze time and space.

"World-Suppressing Palm!"

This is Mu Feng's trump card technique, a supreme palm strike created by combining his own Taiyin Body with the profound meaning of the Heavenly Emperor Scripture.

Lin Dong roared to the sky, his blood and qi surging, and golden light shot into the sky.

He formed a mudra with his hands, pointing one finger to the sky.

"The Eighth Form of the Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger!"

The moment it was pointed out, the world changed color.

A gigantic golden finger emerged from the void, its knuckles distinct and its fingerprints clear, like the finger of an ancient deity, carrying the power to imprison the heavens and suppress eternity, as it met the black hand.

Golden fingers collided with a large black hand.

At the center of the collision, the void completely vanished, the chaotic energy evaporated, and the laws of the Great Dao were broken.

The black hand shattered inch by inch, and cracks appeared on the golden fingers as well.

After a brief stalemate, the golden finger suddenly exerted its power, piercing through the black hand and pointing straight at Mu Feng.

Mu Feng's expression changed, and he unleashed both palms, desperately trying to defend himself.

boom!

The golden finger touched Mu Feng's palms, and Mu Feng was sent flying backward, spitting out blood. He flew tens of thousands of miles before barely managing to regain his footing.

Lin Dong withdrew his fingers and stood still, his body covered in blood, but his back was ramrod straight.

He clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Brother Mu, you flatter me."

Mu Feng steadied himself, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said with a wry smile, "Brother Lin, I've lost. Your Great Wilderness Imprisoning Heaven Finger is getting more and more domineering."

Lin Dong shook his head: "Your World-Suppressing Palm is also very powerful. I'll need to go back and recuperate for several years after that attack."

The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with mutual appreciation.

The watching cultivators were amazed.

"Martial Venerable won! He's definitely stronger!"

"Lord Mu is not weak either, just a little bit lacking."

"At their level, victory or defeat is decided by the slightest margin. If Lord Mu had held on for just one more breath, that finger strike might have resulted in a draw."

"Both are top-tier experts of their time, possessing the potential to become emperors. This battle is exhilarating!"

"Yes, the battle between quasi-emperors at their peak is far more terrifying than we imagined. Even a single aftershock could annihilate a Great Sage."

"I wonder who will be the first to attain Dao in this era? Martial Venerable Lin Dong, Shepherd Master Mu Feng? Or people like Long Zhan? Or will a new prodigy emerge, surpassing everyone else and directly attaining Dao?"

"I don't know, anything is possible. I'm so excited! I really want to see who will be the first emperor of this era!"

"I think it's Wuzun Forest Cave."

As soon as this voice was uttered, many people nodded in agreement.

"Yes, Martial Venerable Lin Dong is indeed the person with the greatest hope of attaining the Dao in this world. No one can match his unwavering Dao heart."

"Wu Zun Lin Dong is indeed an anomaly. He was only a near-first-rate genius at first, but he became a first-rate genius after reaching the King Realm, and a top-tier genius after reaching the Great Saint Realm. Now he is about to become the number one of his generation. He keeps improving. This kind of person is the truly terrifying existence."