Chapter 254: All Immortals Arrive

Though light and unremarkable, that voice completely drowned out the massive sound coming from deep within the world—or beyond it.

Who is it?

Ming gazed at the sky, a flicker of doubt rising in her heart.

As soon as the thought arose, in an instant, that flicker of doubt grew like Jian Ye Cao, rampant and wild!

'Who is it? Who is it? Who is it?!'

'Who am I?'

'Where did I come from?'

'Where am I going?'

'I…'

Nearly infinite questions and confusion kept generating, piling up in her heart.

Her soul was flooded by these endless, seemingly boundless doubts; she even felt her brain boiling.

And soon, something even more horrifying occurred.

'Am I my left hand? Why am I my left hand? Why am I not my right hand?'

'Am I my heart? Why must I beat? Why can't I stay still?'

'Am I my eyeball…?'

'Am I…?'

Her limbs, senses, internal organs, even every inch of her flesh and blood, all sprouted their own sentience, endlessly voicing questions.

In a daze, Ming seemed to see a strange figure, nine chi nine cun tall, crystal-clear, radiating colorful light, neither real nor illusory, its face identical to hers, asking her:

'Who are you?'

Amidst the chaotic thoughts and endless confusion, Ming still answered: 'I am Ming.'

The moment she spoke, the strange figure with her own face twisted violently.

'You are Ming? No!' the strange figure roared, 'I am Ming's soul—I am the true Ming!'

'Is she the real Ming?'

Confusion surged again, growing wild and rampant.

'Is it true?'

'If she is Ming, then who am I?'

She was on the verge of sinking utterly into endless incomprehension, questions, and confusion.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall below.

All guests attending the birthday banquet had collapsed, their flesh and blood twisted and swollen into grotesque forms.

Deformed souls, like mutated jellyfish, shimmered with brilliant colored light, drifting through the hall.

Some were half-embedded in the twisted, monstrous flesh, their deformed souls coexisting with the distorted tissue.

Not just here—throughout the Beast God Realm, every Beast God cultivator who had reached the Return to Void realm was affected.

In an instant, twisted flesh and deformed souls filled every corner of the world, like a hellish nightmare!

Just as the situation grew beyond redemption.

'Damn outsiders!'

A layered voice, cold and distant yet savage and mad, echoed across the cosmos, reverberating within every affected Beast God.

In an instant, everything seemed rewound.

The deformed souls restored at visible speed; the twisted, swollen flesh shrank rapidly.

In less than a blink, all affected Beast Gods returned to their original forms.

Thud!

The chair fell.

'Puff~! Puff~!'

Ming snapped open her eyes, lunged forward, one hand bracing the ground, the other clutching her chest, gasping heavily, her eyes filled with unmistakable terror.

Too! Too terrifying!

What on earth just happened!

Soon, her fear began to subside; she turned to look at her friend.

But her friend sat untouched on the chair, staring straight up at the sky.

Hm?

A new doubt stirred in her mind; she swiftly cut it down, then looked up at the sky too.

The sky was clear blue, pure and transparent.

Thin clouds drifted like cotton, white streaks adorning the blue canvas, perfectly embodying the phrase 'peaceful days.'

But a visible, grotesque crack shattered this perfect scene.

Like a painting torn open by a mischievous child.

The crack held no light—dark, profound, radiating eternal loneliness.

Crack!

The crack widened further.

All living beings in the Beast God Realm realized it.

The sky… has cracked!

…………

Vast, chaotic sea.

The five Great Xuanyuan True Immortals stood silently before the magnificent world that stretched across the Chaos Sea like a dam.

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"Damn outsiders!"

In startled fury, overlapping voices roared.

Instantly, endless laws of cultivation intertwined and glowed, forming a monstrous purple claw that tore through Chaos and surged forward to grasp.

Just as when Xu Xing had first arrived in this realm.

Yet the five Great Xuanyuan True Immortals showed not the slightest reaction.

The purple claw, however, paused upon seeing the five Xuanyuan Immortals beyond the world.

Five?

Bie Xuening stepped forward, holding in her hand a three-foot-three-inch sword, its blade bright as congealed moonlight, its hilt wrapped in ancient patterns, her cold gaze fixed on the approaching purple claw.

"Cut!"

Her white robe fluttered, her long hair stirred slightly, and the Chaos Sea trembled endlessly!

The supreme killing sword, utterly pure and utterly savage, struck without reservation, without evasion, at the retreating purple claw!

Boom—!

Terrifying ripples exploded outward, the piercing killing intent even erasing the most primordial Chaos energy.

Blood gushed like a river!

Noble purple blood splattered as one finger of the purple claw was cleanly severed.

The overlapping voice, both detached and lofty yet violent and mad, let out a pained roar, pulling back its hand even faster.

Yet another sword came!

Hummmmm~!

The killing sword descended with near-contemptuous fury, overwhelming the claw.

Bie Xuening's expression remained utterly cold, yet her strikes were brutally merciless, her eyes blazing with killing intent so intense it chilled the soul.

The situation was almost entirely one-sided!

As the most formidable killer among the Thirteen Great Xuanyuan True Immortals, her second sword sheared off half the purple claw, forcibly driving it back into the Beast God Realm.

Then came the third sword, cleaving directly into the Beast God Realm itself, splitting open a monstrous fissure that made the colossal realm tremble, dimming its endless radiance.

Throughout, her expression never changed.

Standing before the Beast God Realm with sword in hand, gazing into the deep fissure, Bie Xuening's killing intent grew even fiercer.

"That's enough. Stop here."

It was Xiang Yuanjun who reminded her.

Hearing this, Bie Xuening finally reined in her killing intent, turned, and returned near the other Immortals, offering one explanation.

"I know my limits."

"..."

Then why did you look like you were about to storm in?

"Without the Spirit Net, you'd never have guessed," Master Mei Zu muttered under her breath.

Back when the Joyful Sect had not yet become the Xian Sect, she truly hadn't expected this.

After all, who could have imagined that the Sword Sovereign, whose face was always cold and whose Dao was the Supreme Killing Sword Dao, secretly loved those little yellow ducks—and was also an online troll?

Bie Xuening glanced at her, saying nothing.

Huo was somewhat curious.

What did the Spirit Net have to do with the Sword Sovereign? Wasn't that something created by the Taishang Dao Sect?

But at this moment, there was no chance for him to ask further.

"Let's go. It's time to enter," Kui said calmly.

Then he transformed into a streak of light and entered the Beast God Realm through the fissure Bie Xuening had carved. (End of chapter)