Chapter 311: Xuan Takes

Xuan is almost here!

In the final moment before being expelled from the world, Hong Zun clearly realized this.

Rolling purple qi carried an exalted, incomprehensible meaning, filling all life on the Central Continent with longing—yet only a few high-level cultivators who understood its origin felt shock and anger.

At the edge of Qing Xu, a blade of light appeared from the void, manifesting a man with a seven-colored mark on his forehead.

Seeing Hong Zun now near the bottom of Qing Xu, he was startled: "Senior Hong Zun!"

Hong Zun's every technique was suppressed by the repulsive force of Tai Xuan Realm itself, yet he still recognized who had spoken.

It was Lin Ji, that little brat.

The seventh disciple of Dao Brother.

He actually made it here.

But before Hong Zun could respond, his body had already touched the ground of Qing Xu, surrounded by boundless Dao Anchor light.

Under the terrifying repulsive force surging from all directions, the ground itself seemed to lose its reality, becoming illusory.

Without any obstruction, Hong Zun's entire body merged into the ground and slipped out of Tai Xuan Realm.

Lin Ji stood frozen, but quickly snapped back, swinging his sword at the Dao Anchor light stretching from earth to sky, like a divine peak piercing the stars.

Zhum~!

A seven-colored sword slash, powerful enough to shake the cosmos and flatten countless star systems, shot forward—but before it could draw near, it was twisted and shattered by repulsive force far beyond Dong Zhen, even beyond True Immortal levels! In the instant the sword shattered, two more figures arrived from afar.

"Senior Yuanjun! Master!"

But neither looked at him; both fixed their gaze on the sky, filled with overflowing purple qi.

Finally, they struck together, hurling their power toward the terrifying entity approaching the Central Continent from the Nine Heavens.

A violent, pure, boundless sword of slaughter—like a new moon rising from the earth, reversing upward into the high heavens!

A blinding white expanse, yet within it lay boundless killing intent, poised to unleash!

Threads, both real and illusory, originating from the unknown, trailed behind the sword of slaughter.

Though impossibly slender, they seemed to bear the heaviest weight in all existence.

After this strike, Bie Xuening and Xiang Yuanjun could no longer resist the repulsive force of Tai Xuan Realm; they vanished instantly above Qing Xu.

Lin Ji stood dumbfounded.

Boom!

A thunderous roar, as if heaven and earth were enraged—out of the swirling purple qi, a vast, divine, ancient hand reached down, encircled by archaic inscriptions, wreathed in exalted purple qi.

Like the divine punishment of heaven, seeking to chastise all living beings.

The hand slowly descended with booming force, yet it reached not for the earth—but for the Xiang Jianzong.

Though it seemed slow, it was in truth impossibly swift, arriving above the Xiang Jianzong in an instant! At the last possible moment—"Xuan!"

The voice shook heaven and earth.

At Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect, a figure in black robes stood high in the sky, robes flapping, black hair streaming.

Boundless blood qi surged like an abyss, overwhelming the nine heavens' purple qi.

To seal Hun Tian Yi, all True Immortals of the sects were forbidden to leave the Central Continent.

Yet the power of a True Immortal is boundless—even when confined to one place, it can reach infinitely far!

Even within Tai Xuan Realm, where cosmic laws are strict and impose limits, it still spans vast star regions! The frontlines of the starry battlefield mark that boundary—here on the Central Continent, it is even more so.

Suddenly—BOOM!

A crimson blood qi filled the sky, like ten thousand suns blazing across the heavens; its palm stretched from earth to sky, collapsing inward like five divine mountains crushing together.

All things in heaven and earth—existent or nonexistent, tangible or intangible—were drawn toward the center of that palm.

The entire cosmos, one palm to cover it! Ba Zun's five fingers opened and closed, transcending space and time, striking horizontally toward the divine hand hurtling toward the Xiang Jianzong.

Dong~ Boom! The sky twisted into countless warped, colorful threads; from the tiniest ant to the near-Immortal Dong Zhen, all perception showed bizarre, incomprehensible visions!

As if colors had been chaotically stitched together, all of existence reassembled in this single strike.

Perhaps a moment, perhaps eternity—then heaven and earth finally cleared.

Ten thousand miles of sky showed not a single cloud; the heavens were bright, the air pure.

Ba Zun, above Long Xiang Qing Tian Sect, stepped back half a pace, his blood qi churning unevenly.

The purple qi, the blood qi, the divine hand crashing down to seize the Xiang Jianzong—all vanished without a trace.

Only a figure, human-height, face obscured, aura dim and fading, stood openly beneath the sky.

His body bore Dao wounds from countless forces, appearing utterly horrific.

The glow of martial Dao, the fire of spirit refining…

Also, lingering sorrow that clung to the heart, unresolved doubts that could not be cast off.

Pure sword wounds of slaughter, affecting all possible karmic consequences.

The furnace-fire of chaos-refined pills, the five thunderbolts that forged weapons and punished evil.

…

All these forces manifested Dao wounds—humanity's myriad Immortals' power, even Xuan could not resist…

His form was ethereal, insubstantial, as if ready to vanish at any moment.

He was nearly 'dead'.

He offered no resistance, no defense—even his current realm could barely sustain him.

But it does not matter…

Xuan's gaze swept across the Central Continent; every scene entered his eyes.

Familiar, yet strange.

Though lacking the vitality of the ancient myriad races and species, merely the survival of humanity already painted a flourishing scene.

For countless years, He had finally returned to the Central Continent... "How wonderful..."

Had He known this day would come, He would have erased all sentient beings.

A soft sigh, and again, the power of countless True Immortals settled upon Him.

Yet He showed no reaction whatsoever, made no resistance, and His form grew ever more ethereal...

The Divine Principle split into two: one headed toward the Tai Shang Dao Sect, the other toward the Xiang Jianzong.

Now that all the Immortals of the Xiang Jianzong and Tai Shang Dao Sect were restrained, this was the perfect opportunity!

The Immortals would not stand idly by—they immediately moved to block Him, making each step He took excruciatingly difficult, yet He never stopped.

When one of the two reached above the Xiang Jianzong, His form was nearly transparent, yet His indifferent gaze fell directly, piercing through layers of obstruction, seeing the entity sealed beneath.

Then He calmly extended His palm, reaching for it.

Damn it!

The remaining Dongzhen and Tongxuan of the Xiang Jianzong all reacted at once, drawing their swords toward heaven! Clang! Clang!

Brilliant swordlight surged upward from the ground.

Upon the Transmission Tower, Ji Yue held a pure white longsword, its pommel tied with a branch of winter plum.

Within the aura swirling around her, her hunched body straightened swiftly; her wrinkled, withered skin tightened and became smooth; her cloudy eyes regained their piercing brightness.

In an instant, she transformed from a withered old woman into a vigorous, sharp-eyed woman.

"Cut!"

One sword moved!

Its intent was radiant, daring to make Heaven bow its head—ask the cosmos, who is higher? A million?

Ten million?

Or a billion?

The swordlight flowed endlessly, merging together, clinging and following, like rain, like dragons, roaring upward to the heavens.

Xuan stood unmoved, still merely extending His palm calmly; the endless swordlight seemed to strike empty air, causing Him not the slightest harm.

Even ordinary Dongzhen could not reach Him—only Ji Yue's single sword strike truly landed upon His form.

But it could not stop Him! Xuan's palm had broken through the seal, grasping the immensely profound and weighty entity sealed beneath the Xiang Jianzong! The karmic threads of Xiang Yuanjun connected all possibilities—already unbearably heavy.

Yet compared to what He now held in His hand, it seemed utterly insignificant.

After all, even His avatar, when descending into the mortal world, could become an enlightened being—what in this world could be heavier than "Hun Tian Yi" itself?

Thus, with but a single lift of His hand, the crushing pressure rendered His form nearly nonexistent.

Hummm~!

The killing swordlight flashed and vanished—in Xuan's shock, it had sliced "Hun Tian Yi" apart! Had the Sword Sovereign also reached this level? In that moment, He barely managed to snatch half of Hun Tian Yi before dissolving into nothingness.

Dead!

The Tai Shang Dao Sect also lost six-tenths of the Hun Tian Yi it had sealed! Yet Xuan still clung to a single breath! At that very moment, the light of countless Dao anchors had contracted above the Central Continent.

Amid a clear, resonant sword chime, a crimson swordlight soared down from the horizon!

…………

Not long ago, outside the Xiang Jianzong's outer gate.

Inside the empty Ascension Hall.

A figure stood upon the Ascension Platform's core, utterly bewildered—it was Chen Yan, the body cultivator who had just ascended from the Three Heavenly Realms.

"..."

What was going on? What should he do now? Why was no one here? The visions he had witnessed during his ascension had shaken him deeply, as had the terrifying suppression force in the void.

So he dared not extend his spiritual sense, nor shout aloud.

Just as he was lost in confusion, a thunderous boom echoed from outside.

He could no longer hold back—he flew out of the Ascension Hall.

And then he saw a sight he would never forget.

Purple qi filled the nine heavens, like a divine hand delivering heavenly punishment; above it loomed a terrifying blood aura, and a colossal, sky-piercing, earth-supporting presence.

With a single opening and closing of His palm, it seemed He held the entire cosmos in His grasp—such power was beyond his wildest imagination.

Until his perception was filled with a bizarre, surreal scene.

Only then did Chen Yan finally realize—he had witnessed a great battle among Immortals!

After all the phenomena beyond his comprehension, the sky cleared once more.

Yet the purple qi Immortal split into two, and one of them headed straight toward his direction.

In that moment, even as a top prodigy of his realm, he could not suppress a flicker of panic.

Was the purple qi Immortal coming for him, the newly ascended? But what followed proved it was not as he thought—the purple qi Immortal did not even glance at him.

This left him both relieved and slightly embarrassed.

When the purple qi Immortal reached out to grasp, he saw countless swordlights surge into the sky.

Their power made his heart tremble—he felt even a single one could erase him countless times.

Yet even this torrent of swordlight had no effect whatsoever upon the purple qi Immortal!

At that moment, he nearly believed he would die moments after ascending, crushed by the aftermath of an Immortal battle.

But it was not so—the purple qi Immortal seemed to do something, then vanished, as if dead...

Dead?

He did not know if his guess was right—after all, what he had seen was far beyond his imagination! (End of Chapter)