Chapter 302

Without the interference of Hun Tian Yi, Tai Xuan Tian's entry into the Xuan Realm proceeded with utmost ease.

In but an instant, the faint purple qi infiltrated the Xuan Realm, aligning with the flow of all ten thousand laws.

The conditions within the Xuan Realm were all observed by Him.

The realm's Hun Tian Yi seized the essence of the Beast God, transforming into Hun Tian Yi and governing all laws and methods.

'So this is how it is—the realm's Hun Tian Yi succeeded.'

After all, this realm's power level never reached the 'Ancestral Immortal' stage; it is only natural.

'Yet the Beast God An resisted desperately; the two entangled for one hundred thousand years, still never fully merging.'

'Until the Master Jianzu arrived in this realm, transmitted teachings to restrain it, and gathered the human race's myriad Immortals here…'

'Ultimately, he extracted and destroyed Hun Tian Yi; the Master Jianzu slashed down with one sword, severing Beast God An.'

Many things once concealed by Hun Tian Yi now lay fully exposed to His sight.

But the parts concerning the myriad Immortals remained blurred and difficult to discern.

Aside from clearly knowing the Master Jianzu had come, the identities of the other Immortals were entirely unknown.

Tai Xuan Tian avoided the portions involving the human Immortals of Tai Xuan Realm, wandering among the ten thousand laws of the Xuan Realm.

This world, even damaged, was a mighty world of Dong Zhen level, its scale even surpassing that of 'Ancestral' beings by a notch.

The Immortals of Tai Xuan could not possibly have ignored it.

And perhaps the Master Jianzu left behind some hidden measures—caution was imperative.

'Pity—if only Beast God An had been more alert, he might have been made an ally.'

'Or if any residue of this realm's Hun Tian Yi still remained, it could have been useful.'

But neither scenario existed.

The Immortals of Tai Xuan wiped them out too thoroughly.

Alas~ after all, who could match the Immortals of Tai Xuan in dealing with Hun Tian Yi?

Now that this realm's Hun Tian Yi has been destroyed, scattered into the void, fragmented and fused into the ten thousand laws, it can never revive.

Even if a new Hun Tian Yi were to regenerate, it would be countless years from now.

'I must transmit teachings swiftly and anchor them.'

Tai Xuan Tian pondered, then immediately plunged deeper into the ten thousand laws of the Xuan Realm.

Hummm~ On the surface of the Xuan Realm's myriad laws and methods, countless thin red threads of light entwined—like miniature versions of the Master Jianzu's sword.

Though they were being worn away by the realm's laws as they flowed, completely erasing them would take unknown eons.

'…'

It seemed a new approach was needed.

The purple qi quietly withdrew.

…

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Xuan Realm.

Human New Calendar Year 1289.

Because the human Immortals had manipulated time upon their departure, several centuries had passed, and the war between humanity and the Beast God race had never ceased during those centuries.

Though the Beast God race had undergone purging and possessed fewer cultivators than humanity,

they surpassed humanity in other aspects, especially in technology, far outstripping human advancement.

Relying on this, they had successfully held their ground against humanity for centuries.

Countless battles had been fought over those centuries, and the high-level cultivators on both sides had grown ever more numerous.

Now, humanity's Fan Xu cultivators had surpassed a hundred, while the Beast God race, though slightly fewer, numbered over ninety.

In a dilapidated, filthy rented room.

Constant quarrels echoed as two flamboyantly dressed, seemingly young man and woman hurled accusations at each other.

On the messy, cluttered bed piled high with clothes, pants, and shoes lay a beautifully crafted infant with violet-pupiled eyes.

The infant stared silently at the quarreling parents, sensing his own weakening body.

Damn it.

To evade the Master Jianzu, He had no choice but to descend as a human, blending into this realm, and dared not interfere.

He never expected to be born into such a family! Human infants were pathetically frail, lacking even basic self-care for long stretches.

With this situation, would he starve to death?

As the supreme primordial ancestor of the Cang race and the source of transcendence, Tai Xuan Tian finally understood what 'despair' meant.

…………

Three Realms, Tai Xuan Tian.

After parting from Chi Jiuyu, Zhang Yunlu and the others descended the mountain, leaving the ruins of Zi Qing Temple.

But after descending only a short distance, they were spotted by a gang of bandit cultivators waiting below.

The leader consisted of five Jin Dan cultivators, one of whom was at the late Jin Dan stage.

Zhang Yunlu, as a sword cultivator with the greatest offensive power, triggered her lethal technique in near-death peril and severely wounded the late Jin Dan bandit.

But she herself was injured and had to flee.

Lin Xuanxuan and Nangong Ruo, though only at mid-Zhu Ji stage, were both Creation Zhu Ji cultivators; combined with the generally weak foundations of this realm's cultivators and Zhang Yunlu's crippling of the late Jin Dan bandit, they successfully broke through after a brief clash.

Having failed to steal and lost their own gains, the bandit gang would not let this go.

Thus, two uninjured Jin Dan bandits pursued Zhang Yunlu, while one pursued Lin Xuanxuan and another pursued Nangong Ruo.

Above the deep forest.

Two streams of light raced one after the other, their speeds nearly equal.

The figure ahead was slender yet curvaceous, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, and beneath her feet floated an exceptional auspicious cloud.

The figure behind wore a mask, stood tall, and his gaze was cruel; he rode a black, flat-bottomed boat, dull and unremarkable in appearance—the Iron Leaf Boat commonly used by Tai Xuan Tian Golden Core Stage cultivators.

Though the Iron Leaf Boat lacked flashy appearances, its speed was no less impressive, and most importantly, it was extremely affordable… It was none other than Nangong Ruo and that Golden Core Stage bandit.

"Stop!"

The voice, muffled by the mask, was indistinct, making it impossible to tell gender.

"Are you brain-dead? Who do you think you are? If your words carry so much weight, why don't you go find a Nascent Soul and have him transfer all his cultivation to you?"

The mocking voice came from ahead.

The Golden Core bandit's heart burned with rage, but he had no recourse.

He had pushed the Iron Leaf Boat to its limit, yet his speed could only match hers! Damn it! "You're a Golden Core and you can't even catch a Foundation Establishment? Did you grow your Golden Core on a dog?"

"You're relying on your artifact's power, yet you—"

"Ohoho, now you're blaming the artifact? If you've got time for that, why not look at yourself? Did you ever do proper reconnaissance before robbing? Did you ever train hard? Day after day, whining about fate—no wonder you accomplish nothing."

"You—"

"You what? I even wonder if your brain got crushed by a door—your cerebellum's crushing your cerebrum, so you can't even spit out two sentences!"

Perhaps to vent the resentment from being beaten by Chi Jiuyu, Nangong Ruo fled while hurling sarcastic taunts, driving the Golden Core bandit into a furious rage.

They chased each other for a long while, the Golden Core bandit's eyes reddening as he glared fixedly at the figure ahead.

It seemed his true energy was failing—Nangong Ruo's speed gradually slowed.

Beneath his mask, the bandit's face twisted into a vicious grin.

Your true energy's running out!

Yet soon, Nangong Ruo suddenly stopped and turned to face him.

The Golden Core bandit's heart skipped—he felt like a bucket of ice water had doused his fury, and he immediately halted.

Could it be that the sword cultivator who had nearly killed the boss had come to support her?

He extended his spiritual sense, scanning for a while, but saw only wild beasts and snakes, insects, rats, and birds—no second person.

"You—"

He had wanted to ask what trick she was playing, but remembering her earlier taunts, he forcibly suppressed the impulse.

Without a word, he raised his hand and slammed a palm forward—dark, sinister ghostly energy coalesced into a massive hand that lunged toward Nangong Ruo.

Simultaneously, he flung several small banners into the air, each emitting ominous purple-black energy; ghostly energy surged and spread, instantly engulfing a radius of several miles.

Amidst chilling, cackling laughter, the entire space turned pitch dark, as twisted, malevolent spirits and wailing ghosts sneered and darted through the eerie mist.

Trees lost all vitality, the earth transformed into a cursed domain, and the air thickened with a heavy stench of blood.

This was the "Hell on Earth" formation, built upon seven Ten-Thousand Souls Banners! "Hahaha! To fuse your soul into these banners will greatly amplify the power of my formation!"

The voice seemed to come from all directions, muddled, layered, overlapping.

This man actually let him unleash the formation—this was the path to certain death! Nangong Ruo remained calm, easily blocking the ghostly hand, even taking time to observe the drifting spirits overhead.

These were the true Ten-Thousand Souls Banners—forged by sacrificing living souls.

Seven banners…

If accounting for losses, this Golden Core bandit had killed at least one hundred thousand people!

"Truly heinous sins."

Nangong Ruo opened her palm, and a pale golden, prismatic crystal slowly rose.

【Spirit Sound】 Type I Array Virus.

Hum~!

A wave of Jin Guang spread outward, directly sinking into the omnipresent eerie mist.

"What are you doing?!"

This time, the voice carried a hint of panic.

He realized his Ten-Thousand Souls Banners—forged day and night with his blood and life force—were gradually slipping from his control as the Jin Guang penetrated them!

Nangong Ruo's expression didn't change.

Modern cultivators must use tools wisely.

Though this virus was the oldest version, it probably couldn't even crack an encrypted "air conditioner" array under normal circumstances.

But in this Three Realms world, seizing a primitive formation with zero defenses was child's play! "Quick, move!"

From within the sinister ghostly energy, a massive hand slammed down again, and a ghost general cackled as it charged toward her.

Hu~!

The wind whipped off her hat—the ghost general caught sight of her face and froze! Holy shit!

Who the hell is the ghost here?! Seeing his reaction, Nangong Ruo stiffened, then surged with anger; using the control she had just seized over the formation, she commanded the ghost general to step forward and block the descending ghostly hand.

Boom! The ghost general dissolved into gray mist.

"What did you do?!"

What did I do? Nangong Ruo looked up—now that she had seized partial control, the eerie mist no longer blocked her vision.

Meanwhile,

While she and the others were being chased by the bandit, Chi Jiuyu also encountered trouble.

The androgynous Soul Transformation youth, accompanied by two other Soul Transformation Stage cultivators, blocked her at the foot of the mountain.

"Fellow cultivator, your spiritual sword seems remarkably mysterious—may we borrow it for inspection?"

They had attributed all her combat prowess to that single sword.

For this remark, Hehuan Laozu lifted her head, gazing at them with utter contempt.

You're not worthy.

Three Soul Transformation...

Indeed, it's a bit troublesome.

But if you can't beat them, you can always run! Can these few scraps even catch up to Hehuan Laozu's Grand Void Sword Flight? (End of chapter)