Chapter 595: One Sword Cuts All

What kind of heavenly soldiers are these?

Lu Xun's gaze pierced the firmament and fell upon the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers.

These hundred thousand heavenly soldiers are all true immortals and gods, clad in flowing-light immortal armor, wielding divine weapons, arrayed amidst the starry sky, their aura magnificent; immortal light bathed the entire star domain as bright as day. Yet, to Lu Xun's feeling, they were far inferior to some powerhouses who struggled and rose in the mortal realm.

Indeed, all beings in the universe, struggling to survive in the desperate bounds of the degenerate age, every breakthrough must be won by defying heaven, contending with heaven, battling earth, and fighting oneself! Each mortal-realm immortal is the sole survivor from among billions of beings, a true sovereign one in a hundred million miles.

As for the Realm of Immortals and Gods, resources endless, laws complete, the path to immortality and divinity is smooth and easy. These heavenly soldiers are merely flowers nurtured in a greenhouse, possessing only rank, lacking the iron-blooded fighting spirit and adversity-killing power!

Lu Xun's gaze was like a torch, as if he had pierced through illusion and beheld the essence.

He faintly understood why the Realm of Immortals and Gods sought to bar cultivators of the universe from entering, why they created star-space alien species, and slaughtered the myriad worlds.

The reason is only one.

They, are afraid!

Among the countless beings in the universe, those who manage to emerge—who among them is not a one-in-a-hundred-million existence?

As for mortal-realm immortals, even more so, only one appears in a hundred billion miles.

Even if a mortal-realm immortal is incomplete, their combat power is already more terrifying than some true immortals and true gods. Once they obtain the Dao Fruit, their combat power instantly rivals countless veteran immortals and gods.

Under these circumstances,

Those inside the Realm of Immortals and Gods have become afraid.

Therefore, they sealed the path to immortality and divinity for all beings, sparing no effort to create star-space alien species and destroy countless civilizations.

As for this heavenly chasm, it was deliberately left by them, mainly so that when uncontrollable changes arise in the universe, they can descend to suppress them.

Just like now, the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers descend to the lower realm.

Who can withstand them?

Even with Lu Xun's help, the various races have given birth to dozens of mortal-realm immortals.

Dozens—how can they contend against a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers!

Countless years ago, the mortal-realm immortals of the Eternal Star Domain numbered far more than dozens, yet they were still shattered.

Fortunately,

Now,

there is Lu Xun.

Lu Xun watched the densely packed heavenly soldiers charging forward, his face showing no expression.

These heavenly soldiers' momentum was vast, immortal light brilliant, war drums shook the heavens, killing intent swept across the star river. At the command of the leading god general, the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers simultaneously formed ranks; immortal arts converged into a destructive torrent that spanned the star sea, first blasting toward Lu Xun! Wherever the light passed, stars swayed, space collapsed, as if the apocalypse had descended.

But in Lu Xun's eyes, all this appeared strong on the outside but weak within.

Having only rank but lacking matching strength, they are nothing but paper tigers.

He didn't even draw any weapon, merely extending his fingers like a sword toward the surging immortal-god torrent ahead, and casually slashed.

A dull gray sword qi appeared out of nowhere.

This sword qi seemed unimpressive at first glance, even somewhat dim, but the moment it appeared, the entire starry sky suddenly darkened, as if all light, all sound, and all laws were devoured by it.

The immortal-law torrent that had been roaring toward him, upon contacting the sword qi, vanished silently like snow meeting boiling water.

The sword qi spread forward silently and without sound; though it seemed slow, it instantly met the vanguard battle formation of the charging heavenly soldiers.

There was no earth-shaking explosion, nor any fierce clash.

At the moment of contact, those heavenly soldiers and generals clad in golden armor, with vigorous aura, melted away like snow in sunlight, silently and without sound.

Their immortal armor, divine weapons, and even their very selves instantly turned into the most primordial particles, scattering into the starry sky.

The battle formation collapsed, the immortal banner snapped, and even their cries and fighting spirit were completely erased.

The dull gray sword qi continued to advance, like the shadow of death, calm and absolute.

Wherever it passed, all returned to nothing.

The grand formation of the hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, before this seemingly plain sword qi, was as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.

The heavenly soldiers behind finally realized something was wrong, their faces showing expressions of horror and despair.

They tried to form ranks for defense, bringing forth various immortal treasures and divine weapons, unleashing myriad rays of protective immortal light; some roared, unleashing peerless immortal arts, shaking the starry sky; many more fled madly, seeking to escape the star domain shrouded by death.

But all their struggles were in vain.

The sword qi's range was too vast, and it contained an absolute law of annihilation, sealing the entire space.

Immortal treasures lost their brilliance upon contact with the sword qi, turning into mundane iron; immortal arts shattered like bubbles; escapees hadn't flown far before they, along with their armor, dissipated.

The desperate cries and the flash of exploding immortal arts briefly flared, then quickly died out, like a candle snuffed by the wind.

In merely a few breaths.

The hundred thousand heavenly soldiers that had once blanketed the heavens and pressed upon the star river vanished just like that.

In the starry sky, only the faintly dissipating trace of that gray sword qi remained, along with a vast emptiness of dead silence.

All who witnessed this scene were stunned, whether cultivators of our side or beings gazing from the Realm of Immortals and Gods, all fell into great shock and speechlessness.

One sword.

Merely one sword.

A hundred thousand heavenly soldiers, turned to ash and smoke.

Lu Xun slowly lowered his finger, as if he had merely done a trivial matter. His gaze swept over the shattered starry sky and fell once more upon that great heavenly chasm.

The obstacle cleared; it was time to press onward.