Chapter 170: Can He Be the Son of Heaven?

But the impact is minor.

The essence of Huo is merely icing on the cake; not obtaining it is not a great loss.

"The power of Dongzhen to knock on the Immortal Gate can indeed be counted as a catalyst to summon 'Heaven,' but this alone is far from enough."

Xu Xing gazed at Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan's exquisitely perfect vessel, sensing faint mysterious qi currents brewing within.

But merely this one point is almost impossible to bring 'Heaven' back.

"Another crucial point should be 'Xuan.'"

Gu fused his body with the past; though he gained dominion over the domain of the past at the root level, it weakened his presence in the present.

His power projected into the 'present' is utterly insufficient to support the return of a 'Ancestor.'

Only another 'Ancestor' can achieve this, so it must be 'Xuan!' Heaven—one crushes the heart, the other suppresses the crown.

Gu preserved the righteous alliance's spirit, nurturing the former; as for the latter, it can only be—and will only be—Xuan! "The tide has already turned. Even if you know, what can you do?" Gu said calmly.

It's already too late to rush there now.

On the Starfront battlefield, no being among the human race can stop Xuan.

In fact, there is one thing Gu never revealed to anyone.

The one he originally chose was 'Yuan.'

After all, Yuan possesses traits similar to the Xiang Jianzong's; if Heaven could return through him as a vessel, perhaps it could escape the constraints of Heavenly Dao's rules to a greater extent.

For this reason, he deliberately guided Yuan to witness the myriad vile deeds of the human race, hoping to cultivate a sliver of resentment and transform it into hatred.

Unfortunately, Yuan did not stir resentment; instead, he developed a strange mindset to reform this world.

Moreover, Huo unexpectedly interfered at the last moment, and at that time, he had no preparation, so he had to abandon it.

Looking back now, it seems he always deviates from his intended path when doing such things.

"Even you cannot find the essence Xuan intends to deliver across the vast starry expanse."

"You should leave." Xu Xing had no patience to waste more words on Him.

With a flick of his fingers, a brilliant sword light shot forth, instantly shredding Gu's figure.

Moreover, this sword not only severed Gu's connection to Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan, but also cut off the continuous flow of essence emanating from the other three crystalline Secret Realms.

But even so, everything is just as Gu just said—useless.

Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan's eyes had turned like glass, shimmering with colored light; once Xuan's essence reaches the Central Continent, 'Heaven' will return without even needing to reach this underwater city.

"Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan, even if I slay you now, it's already too late."

The momentum has formed; for 'Heaven,' the physical form is irrelevant.

During these years of my seclusion, Gu has not been idle.

"The Xiang Jianzong slew my husband in ancient times; now are you going to slay me too?"

The voice of 'Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan' remained utterly flat.

Xu Xing paused, then coldly said: "Heaven, if Gu Feng heard you call him that, he'd probably slash you again."

Though not yet fully returned, 'Heaven' can already briefly suppress Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan's own existence.

"Gu Feng…"

The eyes of 'Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan' rippled, as if recalling events from ancient times.

Gu Feng…

He was the first human to wound Him.

Of course, Gu Feng ultimately died in His hands.

"To be favored by Hun Tian Yi, he ought to be overwhelmed with gratitude."

After a faint remark, 'Friend Friend Friend Meng Xuan' looked at him; when the voice spoke again, it had become a layered, neutral, ethereal chorus of countless voices.

"Xu Xing, if you are willing to follow the will of Heaven and act as its agent, the rightful throne of the Tai Xuan Realm need not be beyond your human race."

He is the embodiment of Hun Tian Yi of the Tai Xuan Realm; how could He be bound by a single race, even if He once favored the Cang race in ancient times?

But now, the age has changed; the Cang race is nearing its end.

If the human race is willing to 'follow Heaven,' release the imprisoned Hun Tian Yi, and revere it, He will not hesitate to 'respond to humanity.'

"Moreover, you already possess one-seventh of My essence; calling you 'Son of Heaven' is not excessive. I am willing to accept your transgressions—the Tai Xuan Realm shall be yours to rule." Heaven's expression was compassionate, gazing at Xu Xing with a 'benevolent' look.

Huh???!!!

What the hell?

This bastard still talks as annoyingly as ever; Xu Xing couldn't help but laugh bitterly from anger.

"You really don't know your own face. A sow doesn't understand mirrors."

You better wait—I'm going to kill you!

…………

Starfront battlefield.

Rolling purple qi churned as Xuan stood atop it.

Imperial palaces, grand halls, interstellar fortresses all trembled beneath this boundless purple qi.

But Xuan did not strike any of them; his gaze pierced through countless stars and settled upon Bie Xuening within the Chifeng No. 47 star system.

"Han Li of the Taishang Dao Sect, I summon the power of the Ancestral Mirror!"

The clear voice seemed to halt the roiling purple qi for an instant.

Light! Vast, boundless Xuan light flooded heaven and earth; a simple bronze mirror appeared, reflecting all stars and constellations, revealing the origin of Dao, manifesting the forms of myriad laws and paths.

The Dao Source Mirror! Though younger Taishang Dao Sect disciples may be composed, those of ancient times were certainly not.

This voice triggered a chain reaction.

"Ling Yin Fang…"

"Jishi Valley..."

"Shenji Lianbao Pavilion..."

"Hehuan Sect..."

A bronze mirror reflecting the forms of myriad laws and Dao, a cauldron churning chaotic qi, a colossal hammer flowing with cosmic nebulae, a red thread capable of severing all things, and an ancient zither whose strings are made of cosmic principle.

The eternal radiance pierced through the rolling purple qi and surged straight toward Xuan.

Xuan remained unmoved, letting the eternal radiance come before Him.

Hm? Where are the Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect and the Xiang Jianzong? At this moment, inside a grand hall, a burly man paused slightly.

"Jiang Handi of the Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect, I summon the Will of the Tyrant King!"

The Tyrant King is a body-cultivation Laozu—where would he get any treasure?

The only thing worthy of the title is his will! As Jiang Handi invoked the will.

Silent and unseen.

A towering figure appeared, clad in black robes and with black hair, neither tall nor imposing in stature, yet in the perception of all, he filled the universe and upheld the cosmos.

He slowly raised his hand and, across countless millions of li, clenched his fist and struck.

Boom!

The fist imprint, supremely hard and powerful, pierced through reality and illusion, disregarding all, crushing the rolling purple qi.

Body cultivators are brutes, yet they have never been weak! Xuan's expression shifted slightly.

"Tyrant King..."

He gently raised his hand and pressed forward.

Facing that supremely hard and powerful fist imprint, He seemed like an ant trying to push a star.

Dong! Terrifying ripples instantly surged outward; hundreds of star systems nearest the front line of the starry battlefield were blown apart, countless planets collided and shattered, stars veered from their original paths.

Yet Xuan, at the very center of it all, merely had a strand of hair stir, and a tiny depression appeared in His Bai Xi palm.

The time has come! "Jing Hai of the Xiang Jianzong, I summon the power of the Ancestral Sword!"

Crimson light surged like an endless sea of blood, opposing the rolling purple qi from afar.

At last, Xuan's eyes showed a flicker of seriousness.

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