Chapter 903
Qingtian Wangwa: "What is this? Why are people flying in the sky?!"
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Wugu de Bomei: "How could a human be this powerful? Could they be a deity?"
Youxiao Nügui: "Is it a god?! Will the god come to liberate my soul?!"
Wuyu Shengjiao Jiaozhu: "Very powerful—but it's just an illusion. This trick won't frighten me!"
Xiao Mai: "Erm… it's not an illusion at all. This is the unfinished war of the Liaozhai world—today, our group members are storming the Immortal Realm to end the final chaos of the Three Realms."
Anya: "Dad is the strongest!"
Xiao Sang: "Taixuan brother, go for it!"
As they spoke, Zhang Taixuan led the way, charging into the Immortal Realm.
Su Xiao and the others pushed their Emperor Weapons to their limits and surged in after him; in an instant, the scene shifted, and the live broadcast became a world radiant with immortal light.
Here, jade pavilions and crystal towers rose, immortal cranes soared through the air, auspicious qi filled the heavens, and blessed clouds drifted in endless streams—a true paradise of the Immortal Dao.
Qingtian Wangwa: "So beautiful—this is the Immortal Realm?"
Wugu de Bomei: "Indeed beautiful—it's nothing like the mortal world."
Youxiao Nügui: "So beautiful—even in dreams, I could never imagine such a sight."
Wuyu Shengjiao Jiaozhu: "Is this real? Or is this a scene from myth?"
At this moment, waves of immortal light erupted outward.
They were immortal deities, each radiating terrifying aura, fixing their gazes on Zhang Taixuan's group with unmistakable hostility.
"Who are you, daring to enter the Heavenly Court without imperial decree?"
Zhang Taixuan smiled lightly: "The order of the Three Realms has long collapsed. This Heavenly Court now holds only a few of you left—what merit or virtue do you have to still claim yourselves as its rightful rulers? Today, we come to—"
"Clear the cosmos and restore peace to heaven and earth."
"Bold whelp! You've just entered the Jin Xian realm and dare speak to me like this?" roared a figure clad in imperial robes, his face stern. "You're merely Tian Xian—when will you see sense and retreat?"
Having lost the way, when will you turn back?
"Hahaha," Su Xiao laughed. "You're hilarious! Since we've broken into the Heavenly Court, we clearly have the certainty of victory. No wonder you've been hiding in the Heavenly Court like a turtle—you still can't see the situation!"
The gods no longer see the situation clearly!
Ye Hei smirked proudly: "Exactly. No wonder heaven and earth ordered us to purge you. Such immortals have no right to rule the Three Realms or lead the world's ascension—they're complete trash."
As he spoke, he chose one immortal deity and charged forward.
Above his head, the Emperor's Cauldron radiated supreme imperial might; ten thousand chains of law materialized, clinking and clanking. With every gesture, every step, he unleashed world-shaking divine power, leaving his opponent flustered and overwhelmed.
"Is this even a cultivator?"
"Such immense physical strength—has the new era's heavenly dao evolved into physical martial artists?"
After only a few exchanges, the immortal deity could barely hold his ground.
Ye Hei cultivated both the Immortal Martial and the Bitter Sea systems, and with his Sacred Body constitution, his physical form was simply too strong.
Moreover, after multiple ascensions of the Taixuan Realm, he had gained benefits from each, and under the infusion of primordial spiritual energy, his body had nearly transformed into a primordial divine-demon physique.
At the same realm, his combat power was hundreds or thousands of times greater than an ordinary Tian Xian; though he had only recently broken through, he was already peerless within his rank.
Seeing this, Su Xiao also selected an immortal deity and charged forward.
This war in the Immortal Realm could not only hone her own battle Dao but also grant heavenly merit and virtue—she could not afford to be careless.
Seeing the two move, Hu Yifei and the others also rushed in.
In an instant, everyone was locked in battle, leaving only Zhang Taixuan facing off against the Heavenly Emperor.
"So confident you can defeat me?" the Heavenly Emperor sneered. "As long as I subdue you, what does it matter if they win? The tide of battle can turn in an instant. Perfect—you've cleared the cosmos, making it easier for me to reclaim the throne and rule heaven and earth for ten thousand eons."
We cleared the cosmos, making it convenient for me to become Emperor of Heaven again and rule heaven and earth for hundreds of millions of years.
"Hahaha…" Zhang Taixuan scoffed. "Save your dreams for nighttime. But you probably won't live to see the next night."
With a wave of his hand, billions of cosmic laws materialized in his grasp, forming a colossal palm that reached out.
This was not a divine technique—it was a hand of law, forged from his comprehension of all heavenly principles.
Having condensed the laws of dozens of worlds, this palm had reached its peak power.
With a single reach, the heavens nearly collapsed.
The Heavenly Emperor felt the sky darken—he could no longer sense the laws or spiritual energy of heaven and earth; he could only rely on his own magic power to activate the Heavenly Emperor Seal.
The next instant, a jade seal shot upward, transforming into a mountain of treasure that crashed toward Zhang Taixuan's law palm.
Zhang Taixuan's law palm closed gently—and the jade seal cracked with a sharp *kacha*, crushed into fragments.
The palm continued downward, and the Heavenly Emperor's form shrank rapidly, trapped within his grip.
"No!"
The Heavenly Emperor roared, activating the Divine Expansion Technique—his body surged upward, growing rapidly. But it was useless; even as he expanded a billionfold, his body stretching from earth to heaven, he remained trapped in the palm, as if it were a divine prison.
He stomped, swung his sword, punched—trying to pry the palm open—but it remained utterly unshaken, not even trembling.
He stomped his foot, swung his sword, and punched, trying to pry open the giant hand, but found it as unshakable as before, not even trembling.
Zhang Taixuan's gaze was calm as he gently clenched his fist.
*Boom—*
The laws roared and howled; a Jin Xian let out a final scream and was utterly reduced to ash under the annihilation of ten thousand laws.
After this, Zhang Taixuan thought, and drew forth the Taixuan Sword, slashing at the void—immediately, the shattered jade seal flew out and landed in his hand.
"It's still a mid-grade spiritual treasure—destroying it outright would be too wasteful."
Zhang Taixuan smiled faintly, channeling the power of his inner world to erase the Heavenly Emperor's imprint; in an instant, he stamped his own mark upon the seal, transforming it into his own spiritual treasure.
Of course, fully refining it would take far more than a short time.
*Hua la! *
The next moment, the River of Time and Space surged, boundless power rushing toward Zhang Taixuan.
Zhang Taixuan's eyes sharpened; he fixed the jade seal before him, feeling it vibrate three times, forcing him to step back slightly before the tidal waves of time and space receded.
"Indeed, the natural counterforce of a mid-sized world's River of Time and Space no longer holds much power over me."
He put away the jade seal and turned toward Su Xiao and the others, seeing them locked in fierce combat, deploying all manner of techniques with growing mastery.
Apparently, they were using these immortal deities to hone their combat arts!
Zhang Taixuan paid them no mind; his form shifted, entering the Heavenly Court to inventory his gains.
Entering the Jade Pond, he indeed saw a divine tree radiating immortal light, bearing three thousand six hundred orange-yellow apricots, exuding an enticing fruit fragrance.
"Immortal Apricots, ripen once every three thousand six hundred years; consuming them grants ten thousand years of magic power and thirty thousand years of lifespan."
The Immortal Apricots' effect was merely equivalent to the lowest-grade Flat Peaches, yet Zhang Taixuan did not disdain them—he collected them.
After searching further, he found one mid-grade spiritual treasure mirror and one low-grade spiritual treasure hairpin, and nothing else remained.
"How poor."
End of Chapter
