The dark creatures wore expressions of suspicion, utterly bewildered. Even the Ancestral Spirit, who had yet to reveal its true form, was filled with confusion...
The Undying Great Emperor?
The Twilight Emperor?
That was a history from a million years ago, a time before the darkness had knocked at the gates, a time when the Era of Ancient Immortals still had an Immortal Emperor.
It had occurred long before the war of the fallen emperors, in a distant and far-off age.
Forget the current dark creatures; even among the surviving beings of the Cangming Realm, very few likely knew of him.
It was simply too long ago.
Few had survived, and even fewer could remember.
Even Lu Yuan, who had once been honored as an Immortal King, had only heard of him through hearsay.
Thus, he did not recognize the name.
The Ancestral Spirit was the same.
However, judging by the titles, they sounded incredibly prestigious. But for now, they were just impressive-sounding names.
Its voice spoke heavily from within the void, "Never heard of you."
Jun's brows furrowed with cold authority.
The Ancestral Spirit continued, "You have descended from the lower realm to the Heavens, traveled all the way west, destroyed three Spirit Towers, captured four of my cities, and erased tens of thousands of my kin. What is it you seek?"
It wanted to know the true objective of this man who claimed to be a former Immortal Emperor of Cangming.
Surely, it was more than just simple conquest.
Jun did not waste a single word, stating bluntly, "Nothing else. I simply want to meet the three old guys you lot talk about."
"Which three?"
"Greedy, Delusional, and Wrathful!" Jun called them out one by one.
A collective gasp rippled through Black Spirit City.
Greedy, Delusional, and Wrathful—the three First Spirits.
In the hearts of the dark creatures, they were supreme deities. For a mere living soul at the God Immortal stage to dare address them by their names was unthinkable.
The Ancestral Spirit was enraged within the void, its voice turning sinister. "You have some nerve! How dare you speak the names of the gods so casually?"
Jun smiled disdainfully. "Heh... It seems I overestimated you. I suppose your rank isn't high enough to reach them. In that case, I'll just destroy you first and find them myself."
"Arrogance!"
A thunderous roar erupted like a bolt from the blue, echoing through the clouds. The giant face formed of churning black mist twisted and deformed as countless astral winds smashed into the mountains and rivers.
A colossal palm descended from the sky, covering the earth as it reached for the four of them.
A cold light flashed in Jun's eyes as he charged forward alone. "You're the arrogant one! Get out here!"
A momentous battle completely erupted in the skies of Huangzhou.
The roar was deafening.
The slaughter shook the heavens.
...
At the same time, millions of miles away in the Sword Province, another battle was unfolding, raging with equal intensity.
Above the Black Spirit City of the Sword Province, around the Spirit Tower, countless blood-red pillars of light shot up to form a massive formation. Absolute baleful qi erupted from the earth pulses, sealing off the surrounding mountains and rivers.
It imprisoned Li Shuhe alone.
Every dark creature at the Small Spirit Lord stage in the entire Sword Province charged out at once. Coordinated with the Absolute Baleful Formation, a massive offensive began.
Dark Tiger took action.
Ling Tang also charged out.
No one dared to underestimate this outlier. The moment the fight began, it was a decisive battle.
They held nothing back!
Within the formation, dark techniques howled while terrifying sword light raged.
Ling Tang shrieked, "It's been ten thousand years! It's time for you to go to hell!"
Li Shuhe remained silent, doing nothing but swinging her sword. Her physical body weathered the killing formation as she cut down one Small Spirit Lord after another.
Though the people outside could not see the scenes unfolding within the formation, the bronze life lamps inside the Spirit Lord Hall were flickering out at a visible rate.
Outside the killing formation, chaos reigned as well.
Thousands upon thousands of Grey Spirits and dark spirits threw themselves forward in waves toward Xu Xian and his group.
They were completely surrounded. Mountain-sized behemoths and man-sized beast-men and insects charged with endless killing intent...
The situation was extremely dire.
Facing thousands of enemies whose cultivation stages were all higher than his own, Xu Xian did not show the slightest bit of overconfidence.
He started by manifesting the White Jade Capital of the Sword Tower. Before the eyes of the other eight, he unleashed six swords in succession.
Six swords flew out, their six sword intents rippling forth.
The world and its mountains and rivers shifted through seven distinct colors.
The crimson Heaven-Burning Sparrow transformed into a sea of fire, burning everything to ash.
The black Yellow Spring Burial carried endless black mist. Its cold surpassed even the Breath of Darkness as it frantically devoured the life source bodies of all creatures.
The azure Nishui Han followed the Heaven-Burning Sparrow, instantly freezing everything for hundreds of miles, giving those monsters a taste of the dual ordeal of ice and fire.
Then came the green The Living Flora. Amidst the grey and desolate wasteland, a spring breeze blew. Wherever it passed, its intent was actually capable of suppressing the bloodlines of the dark creatures.
Then came Thunder Punishment. Rolling thunder, carrying heavenly might, fell as a sea of lightning to erase all evil.
Then there was the final sword.
It was not like the previous swords, which changed the color of the world with their brilliant radiance.
It was just an ordinary old blade, looking as if it were covered in rust.
Yet this was the only sword the young human youth held in his hand.
He gripped the sword and delivered a single slash. A seemingly ordinary strike that could instantly cut a dark spirit down from the sky.
Killing enemies of a higher realm as if slaughtering chickens and dogs?
How could this sword be ordinary?
How could this person be simple?
With the six swords out at once, whistling through the battlefield, not a single one of the thousands of dark creatures could get within a mile of these nine people.
Instead, hundreds of Grey Spirits fell instantly beneath the blades.
Had they been careless?
No.
They had simply misjudged him.
This youth...
Was incredibly strong.
But were they afraid?
Not at all.
They became even more excited, even more frenzied.
The charge continued, an immortal struggle to the death.
"He's the kid who shattered the Sky Gate!"
"The adults said that if we kill him, we'll be granted a spirit surname and promoted to Small Spirit Lord!"
"Kill!"
"Die!"
"..."
As the saying goes, under a heavy reward, there will surely be brave men—not to mention these creatures who were born as monsters and were naturally bloodthirsty.
Their madness caused even Xu Xian, who had spent his life in slaughter, to feel a sense of trepidation.
He swung Jiangshan, controlling the other five swords to protect the eight people behind him...
And those eight were currently struck with shock and a sense of powerlessness.
In the face of such a war, they couldn't even talk about helping; they couldn't even protect themselves.
When facing a Death Spirit Tide, they could still put up a fight and hold their own for a while.
But facing these creatures, they could sense that if they lost Xu Xian's protection, they likely wouldn't survive for even three breaths.
It was too terrifying.
And too powerful.
The former saints, demon immortals, and giants of the mortal realm were like ants here in the Heavens. There was no brilliance to be found.
Helpless in their fear, they huddled together, keeping a vigilant watch on their surroundings while resisting the aftershocks of the battle between Xu Xian and the woman in the bridal gown...
The battlefield in the Sword Province was filled only with drifting smoke and constant roaring.
But on the battlefield in Huangzhou, the sky had already split open, and the void had collapsed.
An entire city had been reduced to ruins by the aftershocks, and that high tower was teetering on the verge of collapse.
Among the dark creatures of the world, not one dared to interfere, nor did they even dare to look directly. This was a conflict belonging to an Ancestral Spirit—a war at the Immortal King level.
For thousands of years, following the battle at the spirit river of the three thousand provinces, wars of this caliber had rarely broken out. They had naturally never seen one, and what little they knew came only from books.
Seeing it today, it was truly terrifying beyond measure. What was written in books was as bland as plain water in comparison.
Of course,
what they found even more unbelievable was that this living soul could actually fight the Ancestral Spirit back and forth. It was simply absurd...
Even the Demon Flood Dragon, the Nightmare, and the Water Qilin—who had once been esteemed Immortal Kings themselves—were breaking into a cold sweat for the Emperor from outside the battlefield.
The Emperor was strong; he could slaughter Immortal Kings like pigs or dogs, but that was only in the past.
An early-stage God Immortal fighting a powerhouse of the Immortal King level—the gap was simply too vast.
Yet they could not help, leaving them only to fret in anxiety.
Even though they knew the Emperor would not die and they would not die, they did not want to be imprisoned in the darkness for another million years...
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