Chapter 1596: Four Directions Tremble

This desert world with its few oases fell silent, the wind and sand stretching on and on.

Who could have imagined that, nine breaths ago, this realm had been a thriving, fertile domain blanketed in forests, canyons, and streams?

Now, countless people had died in the aftershocks of a powerful being's attacks, and the entire realm had been transformed.

By that reasoning, from ancient times to now, how many worlds and realms named things like 'Yellow Sand Minor World,' 'Wasteland Domain,' or 'Desert Wall Realm' had, in the long passage of time, likewise been the site of an earth-shattering great battle, the traces lingering to this day — not naturally so, as many living beings believed.

Swoosh!

The calm of this yellow-sand-blanketing realm did not last long.

Two moments later, the first violent, gloomy escape-light descended here, its blood-crimson qi oppressing the entire realm; countless puppets and white bones drifted within that blood qi, and the rolling killing intent and furious wrath nearly crushed the already-battered living beings of several surrounding realms to death.

Immortal Artifact Sect — Tuluo Celestial!

This Celestial held a great axe of gears and machinery, his body composed of countless masses of flesh and mechanical gears; he was a Celestial of the Body Refinement and Puppet Dao, summoned in haste from beyond the Thunder Flame Domain battlefield by the Immortal Artifact Sect.

He had abandoned that important battlefield, triggering the total rout of the Immortal Artifact Sect's army there, with countless dead and wounded.

Countless sect disciples, countless flesh-and-blood Heavenly Demon puppet soldiers had been annihilated by the Great Yin-Yang Sword realm Celestial, who had swallowed up more than ten domains of land at an enormous cost.

"Qiansi!"

"You old thing — you actually died?"

Tuluo Celestial grabbed a several-thousand-meter-tall mountain peak from the earth and stuffed it into his gear-toothed maw to chew; a moment later, he said in disbelief: "Dead at the hands of a Void Refinement cultivator!"

"Are you a stupid pig?"

"Are you a waste!!"

Tuluo Celestial roared in fury.

A Celestial, who had lived for at least a hundred-some thousand years, weathered countless storms of blood and rain, with a divine soul's combat awareness, wielding terrifyingly immense power.

Such an existence — and a Void Refinement cultivator!

A Void Refinement cultivator!

Tuluo Celestial truly could not imagine what kind of stupid, what kind of worthless Celestial would die at the hands of a Void Refinement cultivator!

Even a Dao Child!

Even a Pure Yang Sword Child!

That should not have happened, absolutely should not have happened; the immortal sects of the Upper Realm had their own inherited foundations, they understood the limits of a Dao Child's ability, and did not pass along falsehoods like so many weak sects did.

A Dao Child cannot slay a Celestial!

That was an iron law; for billions of years, as immortal sects rose and fell generation after generation in the Immortal-Falling Realm, as prodigies and heroes rose and fell, this iron law had never been violated.

Even in the most extreme case, a Celestial could still escape!

A Celestial was not the kind of being blinded by greed and rage, trapped by some

sense of dignity, some reputation, some fear of mockery — once the situation turned against them, they would surely flee ahead of time. The difficulty of slaying one was far too high; even within the same realm, killing a Celestial was extremely difficult, requiring the alignment of time, place, and people before it was even possible.

"Shame!"

"Our sect has suffered such shame! Qiansi, Laozi is going to flay you alive…"

Tuluo Celestial raged.

He opened his blood-filled maw, swallowing heaven and earth; raging winds and torrential rain appeared one after another across this realm, countless tornadoes howling between heaven and earth, the sky dark and the earth dim; countless mountain peaks, sand, and oases were swept up by the gale and drawn entirely into the dark, gaping mouth of the flesh-and-blood puppet giant.

The lingering karmic threads and living-beings' qi between these realms were swiftly devoured and analyzed by his body.

"Severely wounded, on the verge of falling from the Celestial realm…"

"Pure Yang Sword Child, Great Sun Destruction Sword Dao…"

"Immortal Art Sky-Lock! Six Paths of Reincarnation, Yang Bone qi…"

Blood-light flickered in Tuluo Celestial's eyes, again and again, as karmic threads between realms were extracted by him; the scenes of the previous battle appeared before his eyes — two mighty beings fighting madly, burning everything, their lives and fighting will pushed to the peak.

These traces, even if erased, could not hide from a Celestial.

Not to mention that the Pure Yang Sword Child had not spent much time on this at all, only giving a rough sweep before fleeing at light-speed; from a Celestial's perspective, the traces left behind were far too many.

Piece after piece of information made Tuluo Celestial's pupils contract.

In this great thousand worlds, a Dao Child had truly appeared — a Dao Child who mastered an immortal art and the racial inheritance of the Six Paths of Reincarnation!

Such a person, if they fully grew in the future, would surely profoundly affect the power structure of the Upper Realm; under the pull of karma, it was even possible they would trigger the destruction of an immortal sect or a quasi-immortal race.

In that instant, he no longer had any doubt about the sect's order for him to abandon his original battlefield and rush to reinforce this place.

But!

"Qiansi!"

"Waste! Stupid pig!"

Tuluo Celestial could not help but curse wildly once more.

That Pure Yang Sword Child's strength had not exceeded that of an immortal sect's Dao Child; in fact, apart from that madness, his foundations still fell short of a Dao Child's by a wide margin — such a person should not have been able to slay a Celestial.

Yet Qiansi Celestial, with his severely wounded body, had thrown himself in front of him.

Throwing himself in front of him would have been one thing, but he had even fought him in a battle, and only at the very end thought of fleeing — by then it was already too late, the optimal moment for escape had been lost.

That Pure Yang Sword Child had a terrifying greed and hunger for the strong, and was extremely skilled at it, revealing his strength little by little, letting Qiansi Celestial always believe that one more push of effort would let him successfully slay or capture the boy and earn great merit for the sect.

At the very least, escaping would have been no problem at all.

He was like a hunter of the most seasoned sort, possessing an extremely keen instinct for the kill, guiding Qiansi Celestial bit by bit, bit by bit, into the deepest part of the trap, letting Qiansi Celestial always believe he was absolutely safe — that a mere wild Dao Child could never compare to one carefully cultivated by an immortal sect.

Pure Yang Sword Child was nothing but a fancy title, at most a far stronger Void Refinement cultivator.

And so, in this wearing-down, Qiansi Celestial walked step by step toward death.

Boom!

It was not only Tuluo Celestial.

In only a single moment, accompanied by several crashes of realm-walls shattering, from several directions, several terrifying escape-lights descended upon this yellow-sand region; each person's aura was so fearsome — the qi of Great Yin and Great Yang, the qi of Pure Yin, the roars of strange beasts, the thunder of yang-firmness and destruction…

These escape-lights, upon descending into this realm, did not so much as glance at Tuluo Celestial; each of them cast their arts, the roars of beasts and the hum of swords shaking the entire realm, searching for any lingering karma and qi within it, tracing back to what had happened.

In an instant, they gained much.

But it was not enough; the most karma and aura residue remained with Tuoluo Tianren. He arrived earliest, devouring the most traces of karma residue, and he possessed the most detailed information.

Clang!

Roar! Roar roar!

Without any pause, the sword lights of the Great Yin and Great Sun circulated yin and yang without ceasing; the yin-yang creation birthed a world of sword lights that slashed down; pure yin froze all things, and sword lights that froze space, rules, and karma arrived in an instant; there were also sword lights controlled by ten thousand ghosts... and even celestial beasts roaring, shaking out vast ripples of Jin Chong Guang...

In this instant, a full six Tianren from different factions launched an attack on Tuoluo Tianren!

"You seek death!"

Tuoluo Tianren flew into a rage.

He had prepared long ago; raising a giant axe of machinery and gears, he gathered the endless crimson rule power unique to himself and slashed out a deep-sea blood vortex that devoured everything.

Boom!

In the next instant, the deep-sea blood vortex shattered. Tuoluo Tianren spat blood and retreated violently, his arm broken, his body torn and ragged. Using the force, he retreated backward and fled madly toward the distance.

Shanfeng and fragments containing the karma and aura of the battlefield scattered across the ground along his shattered body.

The many powerful ones of the Great Yin-Yang Sword Realm and the Tian Shou Yuan who were about to pursue paused their steps. They did not continue the pursuit, but instead continued to trace back the events that occurred on this battlefield.