Chapter 278

The divine figure formed from seven-colored divine radiance seemed to exist in every moment of the past, ancient and sacred.

Its eyes, like colored glass, glowed with seven-colored light, gazing across infinite spacetime toward him.

Boom!

Something inside his mind seemed to explode.

Scenes flowed before him: humanity building vast structures, countless alien races slaughtered under human blades, their cries filling the land.

Then he saw divine blades spanning star realms, causing countless stars to tremble, exterminating one race after another.

Heaven and earth mourned; the world wept.

Li Ming watched these scenes, his heart utterly unmoved.

In truth, both the voice echoing in his heart and these scenes carried a potent, mind-twisting force that warped perception.

And it was of an extremely high level—Li Ming himself had not noticed it.

But… this force, once transmitted into reality, became exceedingly weak, thin, even unstable.

Moreover, the source of it all seemed profoundly "weak," like one just recovered from a grave illness, still unhealed from mortal wounds.

Soon, the other side seemed to realize this was futile.

The scenes vanished entirely, leaving only the seven-colored divine figure, gazing across infinite spacetime toward him.

A brilliant divine halo shone behind his head, as if ready to reflect his past…

But in an instant,

"No past… So this is why—you are not of the Tai Xuan Realm."

A sigh, identical to the earlier one, echoed—vast, heavy, laden with the weight of ages.

Hummm~!

Crimson poured from the heavens, drowning every sight within his vision.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a familiar voice—but could not make out what it said.

Li Ming felt another wave of dizziness, then found himself back in his original state.

He held chopsticks in hand; before him, a white porcelain bowl brimmed with steaming broth.

The movements of those at neighboring tables remained frozen at the moment his perception changed.

As if everything that had just happened had been nothing but his illusion…

Li Ming remained expressionless, calmly picking up a piece of duck intestine and placing it in his mouth.

It was absolutely not an illusion!

Just now—that…

He suddenly froze.

What exactly had just happened?

Huh?!

He strained to recall the scenes he had seen—but all he could remember was a sea of crimson.

Nothing else!

At this moment, Li Ming finally realized: his memory—or rather, his cognition—had been altered.

…Truly terrifying.

So this is the Immortal Realm?!

Even the faintest thought, the slightest stir of intent, could summon a terrifying presence!

Fortunately, he had never entertained the idea of probing another's mind.

Otherwise, who knew what he might have encountered.

He finished the entire bowl of duck blood vermicelli soup at a leisurely pace, set down his chopsticks, withdrew spirit coins from his storage ring, paid, and walked out.

He planned to buy a phone first, then find a place to settle down, and continue observing the Immortal Realm!

The owner emerged from the kitchen to clear the dishes.

But upon seeing the table, he paused, muttering under his breath.

"He cleaned it thoroughly."

The bowl was spotless, gleaming as if washed.

"Looks like my cooking has improved."

The owner beamed as he carried the bowl back, pondering whether he should enroll in a Spirit Chef training course.

…

…

Before he knew it, night had fallen.

Xuan Jian City, a bustling night market.

That trial had brought considerable attention to the city, drawing many Hunuan Sect's charm cultivators…

Cough!

Add to that the curious tourists, and the night market was now far livelier than when Xu Xing was still in Xuan Jian City.

Li Ming blended into the crowd, holding a phone in his right hand and an ice cream in his left—unremarkable.

'Though lacking much spirit energy, the taste is excellent, and the price isn't high.'

His gaze fixed on the phone screen.

He was on one of the largest Spirit Net forums, searching for "body cultivator"—but the results were bizarre.

【Besides space travel, what careers suit body cultivators?】

【When will body cultivators be able to stand up?】

【Nascent Soul cultivator specializing in physical cultivation, went to XX Heavy Industry for an interview yesterday—but they only wanted cultivation experts who could use the Building Version of 'Scatter Beans and Transform into Soldiers'!】

【Strongly recommend: Physical cultivators should all learn the Divine Art of Infusing Technique into the Body!!!】

【Damn! Are all physical cultivators this foul-mouthed?!】

emm……

Information on the Spirit Net cannot be fully trusted…

He seemed to understand why.

As he walked, he arrived beyond the night market, where the surroundings had grown somewhat remote.

Ding ling ding ling!

A clear tinkling of bells.

"Feel the hand to know fortune; observe the face to predict misfortune!"

Li Ming stopped and turned toward the source of the sound.

There, by the roadside, a man in hemp robes and straw sandals, his hair bound with a bamboo crown, carried a banner emblazoned with four large characters—Divine Mechanism, Marvelous Calculation!

A complete aura of a master.

Beside him stood several Qi Condensation-stage students whispering among themselves: "Observe the face to predict misfortune?"

In this Immortal Realm, could even Golden Core cultivators possess such divine abilities?

Soon, the students seemed to have agreed on something; one stepped forward while the others raised their phones.

"Master, can you truly read faces to predict fortune and misfortune?"

"Of course. Recently, the celestial anomalies over Xuan Sword City? That was the work of my sect's ancestral master."

Hmph!

"Blowing smoke so hard you'll burst your own hide," one student sneered.

"Master, what do you make of me?"

The master merely glanced at him and said calmly, "Young man, I see your third eye is darkened—today you will suffer bloodshed; great disaster looms."

The student did not contradict him: "Oh? Then can the master offer a solution?"

"No need to worry. With fate, I shall relieve you of calamity and bear your burdens."

The student who stepped forward pulled out a Spirit Coin worth 'five' from his pocket and handed it over.

!. du

The master glanced at the Spirit Coin in his hand: "Young man, our fate is insufficient."

The student nodded: "Then I'll call my older brother—Master, see if his fate is sufficient."

"His older brother is the Deputy Principal of No. 2 Middle School!" another student shouted.

The Deputy Principal of No. 2 Middle School? Their lowest realm is Nascent Soul!

The master's expression changed slightly: "No need to trouble your brother! Our meeting is fate—I shall perform the rite to remove your calamity now."

Saying this, he slowly reached for the Spirit Coin.

But the student gripped the coin and pulled it back.

"Master, perform the rite first to remove my calamity. If it truly works, I won't withhold payment."

The master felt trapped, but slowly lifted his bronze bell.

Whatever. Getting dragged into the Silutang of the Sword Sect isn't fun—better to fool them and get rid of them quickly!

He realized these kids were just looking for amusement.

Ding ling ding ling!

Amid the clear chime, the master stepped in mystical patterns, muttering incantations.

Yet before he had taken even a few steps, a streak of swift light descended from the sky!

Boom—

Dust and debris erupted.

There lay a man reeking of alcohol, face up on the ground, still mumbling a name, tears streaming as he spoke.

"My waist! My waist!"

The master, too, had lost all trace of his masterly demeanor, screaming in agony.

A razor-sharp flying sword had pierced through his right waist, pinning him to the ground.

The students were all stunned; Li Ming was also surprised.

He had felt no mystical fluctuation—but disaster had truly occurred. This is what a Golden Core cultivator in the Immortal Realm is like!

Truly remarkable.

He had noticed the falling streak of light long ago—he could have stopped it.

But he feared his good intentions might ruin the master's divine art…

Now he saw: it was right to do nothing!

No wonder the Immortal Realm—even Golden Core cultivators possess such divine power!

…………

In the vast, ancient, ever-expanding domain of the past.

A realm identical to the Central Continent, yet devoid of the Four Star Realms.

The azure sky was spotless; the Celestial Luminary hung high, casting light in all eight directions.

Figures with flawless faces and eyes like seven-colored glass sat upon the clouds, feasting and laughing.

Below them, all living beings knelt and bowed.

In the vast hunting grounds of myriad races, Moon-Howling Demon Wolves, Qiuchi Fox Spirits, Golden-Winged Flying Tigers, and other strange beasts fled endlessly—yet not a single human was to be seen.

Even this realm held not a single human being.

Across the sky, lines of fire dragons, their entire bodies wreathed in crimson-gold flames, pulled opulent chariots as they roared toward them.

Upon the chariots, several noble Cang clansmen laughed and chatted as they drew their bows and loosed arrows that blazed like heavenly light.

The various strange beasts fleeing through the forest could only utter a single cry of despair before collapsing, life extinguished.

All seemed as in ancient times.

Precisely because of this, it was the Domain of the Past, where the authority of antiquity coalesced—Ancient Tai Xuan Tian.

It was also the most vital refuge for the surviving Cang clans.

Suddenly!

Boom—boom—boom!

The serene realm seemed shaken, suddenly trembling.

The hum of swords echoed, staining the azure sky a blood-red hue.

The Cang clansmen seated among the clouds, standing upon their opulent chariots, and all others across the land all looked upward, their seven-colored, crystal-like eyes flickering with fear and fury.

At the very center of this realm stood a magnificent palace, as if forged from infinite eons, from which emerged several noble figures, gazing upward with solemn expressions.

They were all Heavenly Generals beneath the Ancient One, each possessing the Cultivation Realm of Dong Zhen.

Now gazing upward, they knew at once who had wielded that sword.

The Sword Ancestor!

It was his sword—recently it had shaken this "Ancient Tai Xuan Tian" multiple times!

A strand of seven-colored divine radiance fell from the heavens, landing within the Palace of Ages, taking form as a figure draped in the Divine Robe of Ages, a halo of luminous light manifesting behind his head, his aura ancient, sacred, and profound.

"Ancestor, you…"

"I am unharmed," the Ancient said coldly.

After these words, He walked into the Palace of Ages; the many Cang clan Heavenly Generals dared not ask further, and silently followed behind.

Yet the Ancient paid them no mind, his thoughts churning endlessly.

Since the moment he discovered Li Ming, he had known what those human True Immortals intended to do.

But…

Clear as it was, he could not stop them.

In the Real Domain, he could not even stand against a single human True Immortal.

"Xuan, what are you truly thinking…" (End of Chapter)