Chapter 1376: Heavens, How Many Void Refinement Did He Kill?

In the highest-grade seventh-tier healing chamber of the Immortal Gate's mother star.

This healing chamber is called a chamber, a name carried over from the mother star's past; in reality, it is a healing Secret Realm several thousand kilometers in size.

A clump of mangled flesh and a blue-gold flying sword drifted within, wrapped in Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu life-essence fluid — a healing treasure where a single drop could let a Soul Transformation cultivator regenerate from a single drop of blood — here pooled into a lake-sized expanse.

At the very center of the life lake, a ring faintly tinged with gold was sixth-tier Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu life-essence fluid, a sacred medicine even for healing Void Refinement cultivators, a strategic-grade resource of the Immortal Gate.

At the absolute center of the life lake, a patch of cyan-gold liquid no larger than a table was seventh-tier Taiyi Taiyi Qingmu, a treasure even for healing Dao Merging Divine Lords.

This was not a strategic-grade resource — it was heritage!

Yet these healing treasures and heritage of a Dao Merging-level faction, these Immortal Dao technological medical devices, had never been able to heal the horrific wounds on that clump of mangled flesh.

Over ten Void Refinement True Lords of the Immortal Gate formed an expert consultation group, working at a frantic pace to heal him.

"Sword Qi?"

"What the hell is this?"

After briefly studying the wounds on that clump of mangled flesh, True Lord Zhenjun Shenji and the others sucked in a cold breath: "Holy shit! Is this a Dao Merging-level wound? Doesn't look like it — it's far beyond that!"

"Has this little brat gone mad?"

"Did he go provoke some terrifying existence above Dao Merging?!"

A large crowd of Immortal Gate Void Refinement True Lords around them stood dumbfounded, completely numb.

"Not right!"

"This isn't a wound from above Dao Merging."

Yuan, who had only sent a Void Refinement-level avatar while his true body remained stationed at the Jiao Jiao Mingyu front line, was the first to spot the clue: "If it were a wound from above Dao Merging, he'd have died long ago, couldn't have held on. It should be a wound from a realm similar to Quasi-Above-Dao-Merging, injured by such an existence, barely escaping."

"Quasi-Above-Dao-Merging!"

True Lord Senior Wanji, True Lord Zhenjun Shenji, and the others shuddered in their hearts.

"Run!"

"Hurry and prepare to run!"

True Lord Master Canghai gave a start: "Right now the Immortal Gate absolutely cannot be the opponent of a Quasi-Above-Dao-Merging existence. In a few thousand years there might be a slim chance, but for now, escape first and talk later."

"Quickly recall the citizen fleet from the Nine Spirit Realm, pack up the mother star, we'll head back to the Spiritless Universe, hide out there for a while, talk again in a few thousand years."

"Even a Quasi-Above-Dao-Merging existence can't chase us back to our home universe to kill us!"

After the Immortal Gate became a Dao Merging-level faction, it had greatly upgraded its life-preserving contingencies; now it could pack up the mother star and take it along, no longer a case of a handful of citizens abandoning everything to flee.

"Right, right, right!"

"Makes sense…"

"Are we really fleeing? So much research has only just begun…"

The surrounding Immortal Gate True Lords debated noisily; some were extremely reluctant, but the majority agreed.

No choice!

If you can't win, you can't win — what can you do? Being able to survive is already good enough.

"First, stabilize Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's injuries…"

Yuan looked at his colleagues around him all intent on fleeing, and said somewhat helplessly: "He just woke up a moment ago and never said anything about fleeing, so it probably isn't a big deal. Let's stabilize his injuries first and talk later."

"Fleeing from the Nine Spirit Realm and Jiao Jiao Mingyu is easy, but if we want to come back, it'll be troublesome. Once the Badaxian Sect occupies all the territory, sets up countless formations, and holds every geographical advantage, we really can't win. We might truly leave and never return, getting bottled up at our doorstep and slowly worn to death by them."

As natives of the Spiritless Universe, Immortal Gate citizens' tolerance for the Spiritless environment far exceeded that of other cultivation cultivators, but there was still a limit.

Once spiritual energy ran out, Immortal Dao realms would likewise collapse.

That universe did not permit the existence of such high-energy beings; everything there possessed a powerful Immortal Dao-level inertia.

"Right, right, first save this little brat, then talk."

True Lord Zhenjun Shenji and the others jolted awake as if from a dream.

They stopped debating, throwing all their divine soul computing power into a project called the "Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun Injury Treatment Project." Numerous large-scale Immortal Dao scientific analysis instruments of the Immortal Gate activated, and aside from essential national defense investment, the central array spirit computer's Dao Merging-level computing power was all poured in.

Slice after slice was taken from Master Canghai Canghai Tianjun's mangled flesh and blood wounds; fragments of foreign magic power mixed with his original magic power were sent into the Immortal Gate's highest-grade laboratory for analysis and testing.

"So strong!"

"Just looking at it, my divine soul is trembling…"

True Lord Senior Wanji examined the magic power slice and sucked in another cold breath, warming up the entire surroundings.

"Normal, after all it's the magic power of a Quasi-Above-Dao-Merging existence. Stop getting startled every single day — makes it look like we've never seen the world."

Senior Jin Liu, standing nearby, was unimpressed.

"No,"

"I mean this little thing's magic power aura!"

True Lord Senior Wanji swore, unable to believe it: "Why do I feel like, at his peak, he could crush me with one finger? Even reduced to this mangled-flesh state, he still gives my Void Refinement divine soul an extremely powerful intimidating aura — like a mortal standing next to a fierce tiger, heart pounding with fear."

"Impossible, right?"

"You didn't get dazzled and mistake foreign magic power for Jiang Ding's magic power, did you?"

Senior Jin Liu was stunned.

"Look for yourself!"

True Lord Senior Wanji handed the analysis slice to him.

"Holy shit!"

"Oh heavens!"

Senior Jin Liu took the slice and immediately let out a shout.

The two's sudden exclamations

quickly drew the attention of the other Void Refinement cultivators, who hurried over to watch. Streams of Void Refinement divine sense poured into this analysis slice.

"Holy shit!"

"Isn't he late-stage Soul Transformation? Did I see wrong?"

"I'm blind!"

"..."

One after another, the immortal sect's Void Refinement cultivators transformed into monkeys, shrieking nonstop, turning the immortal sect's highest-grade laboratory into a karaoke hall full of delinquent youths wailing like ghosts.

"Holy crap!"

"Senior Wanji used to want to duel him solo. Good thing he chickened out in the end — otherwise, if the Great Sun Sword Lord got into his stride and pinched him dead like a little chick by the roadside, that would've been game over…"

True Venerable Zhenjun Shenji's face was full of relief.

In an instant, many people looked once more at that lump of mangled flesh.

Given his situation, they fully understood — perfectly reasonable, in fact they felt it would be abnormal if it weren't like this.

"I reckon he was half-crazy before."

"He could barely hold it in."

True Venerable Zhenjun Shenji sighed: "That's why he ran out of the immortal sect to seek out sword duels. Look at the killing intent and bloodlust all over him — who knows how many Void Refinement cultivators he's already killed, probably more than the lot of us have ever even seen. He nearly got beaten to death before running home."

"Good thing — he should be back to normal now."

"Not bad."

"As long as he remembers the way home, that's fine."

The surrounding immortal sect Void Refinement cultivators were still shaken.

They had always heard rumors about the madness of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Sword Lord — Sword Son lineage. They had assumed their own was different from others, since on the surface it seemed quite calm — never expected it was actually even more insane.

Fortunately, from start to finish he could still control himself, only heading home once it was safe.

Worthy of our immortal sect's sword cultivators.