Chapter 309: The Reason for the Crossing

Send myself back?

He gazed at the Dao Anchor in the Beast God Realm, a violet star-like luminescence illuminating all directions.

It was formed from the magic power and qi signatures of practitioners who followed the Dao Shi lineage, established by Xuan after becoming the "Origin" and being reborn as a human.

Because the three cultivation methods possessed far greater compatibility than the Beast God Realm's own cultivation system, there were many practitioners of this lineage, and the Dao Anchor was far stronger than those of other worlds.

However, those practitioners had not been completely refined into the Dao Anchor itself, like the Demon Sovereign Cheng Yu of the Three Heaven Realms—only a portion of their cultivation was extracted.

After all, to avoid Xu Xing's observation, the three methods were incomplete; only when their qi signatures interwove could the complete Dao Shi Ding An Jing be formed.

His gaze crossed beyond the Beast God Realm, reaching farther still.

The primordial, solitary Chaos Sea, filled with countless worlds as numerous as grains of sand, floated within the chaotic qi—now all glowed with mysterious violet light, like threads stretching toward infinite heights, as if seeking to bind and drag down some existence from above.

Xu Xing paused: "Do you think this will succeed?"

Though there are many worlds, to use this alone to expel him from the Tai Xuan Realm is far too fanciful.

"Success or failure, only testing will tell."

"..." Xu Xing considered briefly, "It seems tied to the Tai Xuan Realm itself—these countless worlds in the Chaos Sea are merely auxiliary."

"Correct."

"So many worlds, each transmitting a doctrine—it must have taken you an incredibly long time to arrange."

"Mm." Xuan did not deny it, "According to my calculations, if another thousand years pass, it will be utterly foolproof."

Xu Xing withdrew his gaze from above the Chaos Sea and refocused on the Xuan before him.

"So you have no complete certainty."

"Yes—but you progress too swiftly. If you truly take that step, all my arrangements will become meaningless."

"..."

Just as Xuan himself had previously said, He revealed nothing hidden.

"The target of your current scheme is my nature—not being a human of the Tai Xuan Realm. Did that Yuan's appearance in the Tai Xuan Realm also have to do with you?"

"Yuan?" Xuan paused, as if taking a moment to recall who Xu Xing meant, "Aside from you and the other few human immortals, I have paid no attention to any other humans."

"..."

It wasn't him.

"However, I do know why the Sword Ancestor came to the Tai Xuan Realm."

Xu Xing raised an eyebrow.

Xuan actually knew why he had crossed over to the Tai Xuan Realm?...

In the reality of the Beast God Realm.

In the Sacred Site of the Successors, within the fireball high above.

A heroic young man, clad in golden-white Dao robes, with a golden dot on his forehead, sat amidst crimson-gold flowing flames, his face unnaturally pale, his aura like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment.

Xi Yun.

He was the infant born from the fusion of Xi's Dao essence, reclaimed from the Beast God Dark, with Xi's own Yang and Sword Dao lineages, as summoned by Huo before departing the Beast God Realm.

Due to his extraordinary innate talent and profound foundation, his cultivation advanced rapidly; after his talent emerged, he was taken as a disciple by Jing Yao, who had reached the pinnacle of the Void Return realm.

In just two hundred years of cultivation, he shattered countless records, rising directly from an ordinary mortal to become one of the rare Void Return pinnacle cultivators in the Beast God Realm, and founded the Qian Yang lineage.

His combat power surpassed all humans, making him the undisputed strongest warrior among humans—and even the entire Beast God Realm!

As one of the leading figures among the Beast God Realm's humans, he recently took the equally gifted "Origin" as his senior disciple.

The disciple's every performance deeply satisfied him: even at the Nascent Soul realm, he had opened a new lineage, and the Dao Shi lineage he founded held far greater potential than any current human Dao lineage—his achievements even surpassed those of Xi Yun in his prime.

Xi Yun and many Void Return cultivators believed he would lead humanity into a new era.

But...

No one expected the Beast God Clan to send three Void Return cultivators to target just one Nascent Soul!

The guardian assigned to "Origin" was also a Void Return cultivator, yet even he could not protect against the assault of three Void Returns...

With his only disciple dead, Xi Yun flew into a rage, wielding his sword to breach the Beast God Clan's defenses and slaying all three Void Returns in succession! But he himself suffered severe injuries, nearly perishing.

Fortunately, he escaped alive and rapidly healed using the Wan Xiang Sheng Si Xuan Gong created by his disciple.

The power of this scripture was so great, even he found it astonishing.

He felt even greater sorrow over his disciple's death, yet grew increasingly invested in the Dao Shi lineage.

Yet just as he prepared to resume cultivation of the Dao Shi Xuan Wei Zhen Jing and the Dao Yan Wan Hua Zhen Gong, a change occurred!

Not long ago, he suddenly discovered that the portion of himself influenced by the Wan Xiang Sheng Si Xuan Gong was inexplicably peeling away.

Not only his magic power, but his soul, physical form, and even the more ethereal "existence" itself were being stripped and drawn out, finally converging with the qi signatures of other cultivators to form the brilliant "star" hanging high above the Beast God Realm.

After this, he once again fell into a dying state.

But what troubled him more was the fleeting glimpse—he had seen a figure seated at infinite heights, like the primordial source of transcendence.

What... was that? What identity did "Origin" truly hold? Meanwhile, at the vast, desolate battlefield at the border between human and Beast God territories:

Smoke and bloodfire were the dominant themes; the air reeked of a foul, metallic stench, and the ground was a horrifying dark red.

Yet now, war had ceased across the entire front!

Both humans and Beast Gods alike gazed upward, staring at the violet Dao Anchor at the edge of vision, as if existing at the world's boundary—its radiance was so blinding, no one could ignore it.

Xi Li, already a Void Return pinnacle cultivator, stood atop the city wall, clad in black, her snow-white hair tied simply into a high ponytail trailing to her waist.

She gazed far into the sky, her ice-blue eyes filled with unease.

For no discernible reason, practitioners of the Dao Shi lineage had suddenly suffered calamity.

Qi Condensation reverted to ordinary mortals; Foundation Establishment regressed to Qi Condensation; Golden Core cultivators retained only their Dao Foundations...

Even auxiliary cultivators had suffered varying degrees of realm regression.

She didn't understand why, but she knew this was certainly no good thing! …………

The Xuan Realm, Qingxu.

Amid thick gray-black mist, Xu Xing stood before a flat stretch of ground.

Most of the items had been collected away, and the "Return Home" laboratory itself had been utterly erased.

Rustling sounds came from all directions, adding an eerie atmosphere.

Soon, bright purple threads sprouted from the ground, winding toward Xu Xing, coiling upward from his ankles along his calves.

Xu Xing paid no heed and simply stepped forward.

The threads snapped instantly under the strain, and his figure vanished with them.

In an instant, he appeared atop a cliff beyond Qingxu, his gaze sweeping over those still on the cliff.

"Stay away from here."

As soon as the words fell, everyone within Qingxu, on the cliff, and in the surrounding area vanished into thin air.

After sending everyone away, Xu Xing looked up at the sky.

There, far beyond the starry horizon, at the frontlines of the Star Domain battlefield, a being of profound, ineffable mystery—stepping upon rolling purple qi and illuminated by boundless auroras—appeared, seeking to breach the defenses and advance toward the Central Continent.

Xuan! The moment it appeared, the white-haired human immortal and the shadowed human immortal reacted at once, striking out together to intercept it.

Yet Xuan neither dodged nor evaded; merely a ripple of purple qi beneath its feet rose to block both attacks.

It did not even glance at them, its gaze crossing vast distances to lock onto Xu Xing still on the Central Continent.

"In ancient times, the Cang clan dominated all heavens and universes, overlooking all sentient beings."

Xuan's cold voice reached him from afar, crystal clear beside his ear.

"The Cang clan had three ancestors: Xuan, the Origin of Transcendence; Gu, the Master of Past Sources; and Tai, the Boundless Dao."

As these words sounded, Xu Xing vanished from beside Qingxu.

Yet in the very instant he disappeared! Hum~!

Within the churning thick mist, specks of purple light flickered, dimming and brightening, recalling the stars that blinked unpredictably in the night sky.

Soon, the purple lights multiplied, gradually linking into a vast expanse; the mist churned more violently, the purple glow flashing like a beating heart!

Puff! Puff-puff!

From the mist, countless purple threads—identical to the earlier ones—shot forth, like arrows driven toward the sky, piercing upward at an unimaginable speed.

At first only a few, but in an instant they became dense, covering the heavens and earth.

So dense and vast were the threads that from afar they resembled a purple Shenshan rising from the earth!

The Combined Power of the Infinite World's Dao Anchors could manifest supreme divine might even within the Xuan Realm! ……

……

Star Domain Frontline Battlefield.

A heroic man, tall as a divine peak, with a colorful mark on his forehead and sharp eyes like stars, wielded his sword.

He transformed his own sword into a Seven Emotions Sword Domain to shield a group of cultivators as they retreated.

The Sword Domain was boundless; each of the seven swords standing at its corners resembled a vast galaxy, and together the domain was unimaginable.

Yet now, facing the purple qi that seemed ready to crush the cosmos, it appeared insignificantly small—like a grain of sand beside an ocean.

Boom—!

The Sword Domain trembled.

Even a mere ripple of the impact overwhelmed him; his face turned pale, and the seven-colored mark on his forehead dimmed further.

All perception was swallowed by a sea of purple; he felt his cultivated Dao trembling, as if even his own existence might collapse and vanish at any moment.

Just as he struggled to maintain it further.

Hum~!

A thread of red light tore straight through the purple haze in his perception.

And in a fraction of an instant—ten thousand trillionths of a moment—it expanded into a cosmic presence, brutally and cleanly suppressing all other phenomena.

All visions faded; in the deep, dark void of space, only a silhouette remained.

In its hand, a sword of pure crimson, flowing with supreme sharpness.

"Master!" (End of Chapter)