Chapter 467: The Ancient Emperors and Empresses of Old Had No Such Prestige…

This world has its limits!

Zhang Zhiwei had known this conclusion from the start.

Even if Zhang Zhiwei, despite his celestial talent, had never joined the chat group—he could still achieve immortality through corpse liberation, gather Yin to become a Ghost Immortal, become a Human Immortal who cultivates nature alone, even secure faith to become a Deep-Dwelling Immortal…

If he had the ability, he could seize a cave paradise (Spirit Realm) in the Underworld and become a Earth Immortal—but that was the absolute limit.

Zhang Zhiwei understood: no matter what, he could never become a Heavenly Immortal transcending the Three Realms and beyond the Five Phases!

This world is ultimately a mythic world; the mythic domain that envelops countless parallel worlds of god-slayers is its core, its Great Dao—

In this world, orthodoxy lies in the 【Gods】, not in the 【Immortals】!

He, Zhang Zhiwei, had virtually no hope of attaining the supreme Heavenly Immortal position and seizing transcendence within this world!

Originally, the Old Heavenly Master planned to accumulate to his peak, then 【Ascend】 to some world capable of granting him the Heavenly Immortal position—whether the Forest Sea Multiverse, the Box World Multiverse, or even the Real World where the Group Master now resided, all could satisfy his needs.

But.

Now, things were different!

The Omniscient Lord was also a 【God】, and more—a sentient celestial body, a Star God beyond the mythic domain!

Thus, the mythic domain acknowledged the Omniscient Lord’s achievement and sought to guide him over, opening a brand-new mythic era!

Yet Zhang Zhiwei knew well: for the Omniscient Lord, this Star God, if he could attain the Heavenly Immortal state never before seen in this world…

Perhaps, in recognition of his pioneering exploration of unknown knowledge, he might crown himself, becoming a Dao-attained Heavenly Immortal while also seizing the Great Authority of Wisdom!

At that time, he might even carve out a Heavenly Realm for the Daoist path of this world!

“The world yearns for His arrival; the mythic domain rejoices at His existence…”

Zhang Zhiwei’s expression grew complex—even he…

“Could not refuse!”

At the instant Zhang Zhiwei made his final decision, the beginning and end of time collapsed.

Whoosh!

Deep within the mythic domain, the Fate God, who subtly shaped the great tides of the god-slayer worlds, wove a new future at the same moment.

Above the stream of time and space, a sacred presence, once existing only in void, finally coalesced into tangible form—a wheel like a kaleidoscope, upon which appeared needles representing time.

These needles did not rotate clockwise—they began spinning wildly in entirely opposite directions—

Past, future, reincarnation, singularity—all collapsed at this moment!

Zhang Zhiwei closed his eyes. He knew: everything was settled.

Before he made his decision, there had still been room for change—because it was his freedom.

But once he had fully decided, to turn back now?

That would be mocking the mythic, mocking the world—truly a sin against Heaven, beyond prayer or absolution!

…

In the Court of Star Crowns, Hermes, still lost in the water group, suddenly paused, gazing thoughtfully toward the furthest reaches of the multiversal time stream—at the slumbering King of Ten Thousand Mechanisms.

“Zendar? The Omniscient Lord?”

Hermes sighed softly: “Since Itachi wish to leave, and Zhang Zhiwei has agreed…”

“Then go!”

As the sigh faded, the King of Ten Thousand Mechanisms—who should have endured endless eons of time’s erosion before rebirth—slowly dissolved into a shadow, then vanished from where he stood…

Shaking his head, Hermes sent forth a thread of will, following the 【Group Link】 function, returning once more to Li Hanyi’s world.

Just as he arrived, before he could even greet Luo Qianqiu—

BOOM!

Fist met sword; a flood of light and shadow, vast as a world, surged forth—a power rivaling the Severing of Heaven and the Will of Fate, like a colossal tidal wave sweeping across the land.

In the next instant, a pale, jade-like fist pierced through the sword’s barrier, shattered all obstacles, and slammed straight into Li Hanyi’s abdomen.

“I searched for her a thousand times in dreams; then, suddenly turning back, I found her where lanterns dimmed.”

A woman, nearly identical in appearance to the Snow-Moon Sword Immortal, yet clad in white robes, watched Li Hanyi being struck, flying backward, smashing through layer upon layer of space, her lips now stained red for the first time.

Now finally gaining the upper hand, her lips curled into a faint smile—yet her eyes held an abyss of deep, silent ocean.

“Itachi sought to sever Heaven and attain Dao—yet Itachi allowed me to borrow your form, refine my vessel. When I crush Itachi, I shall consume all…”

Her gaze remained utterly still as she looked at the woman in blue robes, then transformed into a blade of light, appearing before her, cold and heartless:

“Everything Itachi are shall become my bridal attire!”

“Rest assured—now, I borrow your form. When I consume Itachi, I shall gain the Divine, seize your name, and the Snow-Moon Sword Immortal, Li Hanyi, shall still exist in this world… and the entire world shall be folded into my embrace…”

The cold voice reached the blue-robed woman’s ears; her eyes narrowed slightly, her gaze fell to the Iron Horse and Ice River in her hand, her lips lifted faintly—yet she said nothing, simply swung her sword forward, shattering the ancient heavens.

“Clang!”

This sword strike surpassed Li Hanyi’s previous limits—like a single stroke aiming for celestial ascension, dazzling and brilliant beyond measure!

This strike made the Will of Fate frown—but in an instant, his brow smoothed again.

The Wheel of Fate turned, the same trick repeated.

In this world, the Will of Fate was supreme, inherently commanding all principles of heaven and earth—Li Hanyi’s sword Dao… was no exception!

The swordlight swam like a fish, weaving freely within the Wheel of Fate, seeking to tear open a gap.

Yet the torrent of Fate drowned all, buried all, and… embraced all!

Their Dao and principles clashed once more at the most fundamental level.

Would Li Hanyi tear open the Wheel of Fate and sever Heaven to attain Dao—or would Fate remain supreme, ruling the changes of mortal realms, dragging Li Hanyi back into the torrent of Fate, forcing her to remain a mere pawn?

Clash of Dao, clash of philosophy…

Both instantly plunged into the most brutal, essential battle.

“Hermes, what do Itachi think of them both…”

Luo Qianqiu covered his face, feeling he hadn’t seen such a serious wuxia/xianxia tone in ages:

“They’re fighting with such profound, mysterious energy—one seeking to sever Heaven and attain Dao, the other embodying the supreme Will of Fate—absolute prestige, no question. But look at their actual combat…”

They can’t even smash a single international metropolis with a single punch or sword strike—this art style…

Feels like it’s collapsed into total absurdity.

The ancient emperors and empresses of xianxia worlds, though their prestige is sky-high, routinely shatter the Dao itself with their battles…

But if Itachi asked those ancient emperors and empresses to pull off what these two are doing—one severing Heaven to attain Dao, the other embodying supreme Fate—

They still wouldn’t have this level of prestige!