Chapter 21: This Sword Flips the Galaxy, Astonishing Gods and Spirits!

Outside the Heavenly Realm's Great Formation, countless demons and monsters swarmed densely, like a tide with no end in sight.

The hundred‑thousand Immortals of Great Summer, before these demons, seemed merely a flock of lambs awaiting slaughter; that defensive line across the galaxy of the Heavenly Realm would likely be torn apart with ease.

Even in the darkness, ever more powerful beings continued to step forward.

"Those point‑eared humans crowned with flower wreaths, exuding terrifying vitality—could they be the legendary elves?"

"It must be; many Westerners, after metamorphosis, become like that—every gesture can command the elements in the air and wield mighty magic."

"The Ancestor once said this is the Candle Dragon's gifted blessing, causing countless Westerners to keep metamorphosing; if the Ancestor refines that Candle Dragon, we too will awaken the power of our bloodline!"

"Hiss, if it's truly so, with Great Summer's history, our awakening of bloodline power would be even more exaggerated than those Westerners."

"Exactly, Great Summer has had countless Ancient Deities, all of whom could easily suppress Western demons; if the Ancestor truly refines the Candle Dragon, given enough time we might even recreate the Ancient Divine Court!"

"Alas, precisely for this reason the Ancestor spares no cost to lock that Candle Dragon within the galaxy; if we survive this calamity, the human race may be revived, but if we fail…"

Many breathed rapidly, staring intently at the scene, for this battle was truly of utmost importance.

"I haven't seen my ancestral land in thirty years; break the barrier before us, slay all these Easterners, and I can reunite with my wife and daughter."

A middle‑aged man stepped out of the darkness, golden hair cascading like a waterfall, his whole being like a lion, radiating explosive power.

As soon as he appeared, even those aloft in the Heavenly Realm showed a slight change of expression.

Over the years, whether it be the bizarre blood clan or the elves capable of casting forbidden spells, they have had means to counter them.

Only this one man nearly left the human race without any opponent.

Rumor has it his body carries the bloodline of an Ancient War God, a being older than the current War God.

Ten years ago he wielded a spear, nearly tearing the Heavenly Realm's Great Formation apart; had the Ancestor not intervened, he alone would have pierced the human war line.

"Stern, I think you need not be anxious; you are far stronger than ten years ago, and these Easterners before us are truly feeble."

The holy knight Jieno, mounted upon a great dragon, wore a hint of arrogant smile.

He shrugged, lifted the ancient spear in his hand, and pointed it toward the formation ahead.

"How about I tear apart these Eastern monkeys' defenses?"

"From now on, the history of the Divine race will record…"

"It was the great Divine Knight Jieno Yulian, single‑handedly crushing the hundred‑thousand Eastern peoples!"

"All myriad beings of this universe will forever remember my name!"

Jieno's face bore a manic yet excited grin.

Thirty years ago, on Blue Star, he was merely an unemployed drifter.

Yet the sudden change awakened his bloodline overnight, turning him into the Western legend of the Great Light Holy Knight! This god‑like power drove him into a frenzy of intoxication, the feeling of being supreme and unstoppable made him unable to stop; today, before the deities and countless beings, he will display his might, forcing those so‑called Eastern Immortals to tremble before him.

A ferocious expression flickered across Jieno's face, and the ancient divine weapon in his hand began to emit a terrifying aura.

Streaks of divine light like thunder and lightning began to tear the vast void, crashing violently toward the Heavenly Realm's Great Formation!

At that moment, even those on Blue Star could feel this terrifying divine power!

"See now, foolish Easterners, this is the might of my Western deity!"

"Those so‑called Eastern Immortals are nothing but a joke; before our mighty Western deities they are like crawling reptiles on the ground!"

"We worship the Lord, we worship the gods of darkness; our very bloodline is inherently more noble than the Easterners', and inherently stronger as well!"

"Fear, remorse—this is the price you Easterners paid thirty years ago when you used the Golden Men to suppress us!"

Scores of Westerners flooded Great Summer's live‑stream room, mocking without restraint.

Watching from above the cosmos, that Western holy knight's earth‑shattering strike made many Great Summer people turn pale. Can Great Summer's Heavenly Realm Great Formation truly withstand such a terrifying blow? The ascended Western gods have, in merely a few decades, grown to this level—do they truly have a chance of victory?

Countless hearts trembled, and even the Candle Dragon within the galaxy couldn't help but sneer as it spoke.

"Lu Chen, your human race boasts a hundred‑thousand Immortals; how many possess such strength?"

"With this strike, how many times can your Heavenly Realm Great Formation endure?"

"Thirty years of hasty ascension is nothing but a flock of clumsy chickens and mongrels!"

Lu Chen stood with his hands behind his back, his deep eyes gazing into the distance.

His voice, cool, said:

"Is this kind of strength truly strong?"

The Candle Dragon laughed heartily.

"This man, wielding a fierce weapon, matches the level of a Golden Immortal by your human‑divine standards!"

"Among your ascended hundred‑thousand peoples, is there anyone who can match him?"

The strength of Eastern deities is graded from Human Immortal, True Immortal, Celestial Immortal, Profound Immortal, Golden Immortal, then Taiyi and Great Luo.

In these thirty years, most of Great Summer's human race that ascended to the Heavenly Realm's ruins reached only the Human Immortal realm.

Even True Immortals and Celestial Immortals are few, let alone the exceedingly powerful Golden Immortals.

In ancient times, becoming an immortal without thousands of years of cultivation was impossible.

Even if one could ascend, reaching the Golden Immortal tier requires at least ten thousand years.

Yet in Candle Nine Yin's eyes, Great Summer's human race has reached the pinnacle in just thirty years! Faced with such an absolute disparity in strength, they have no chance of victory!

But Lu Chen, like a cold stone statue, shows neither joy nor sorrow on his face, merely gazing silently into the distance.

Candle Nine Yin sneered inwardly.

Having identified Lu Chen, he merely pretended to be composed.

On this galactic Heavenly Realm, where could any strong one resist the demons? And just as that terrifying spear pierced the void, wrapped in divine light, about to strike the Great Formation…

A terrifying sword aura surged like a pillar straight into the heavens! Its blade glare was blinding, scorching like a blazing sun sweeping the entire galaxy.

In the void, all divine light shattered! Every divine weapon dimmed at this moment! "By Master Lu Chen's command, guard the Heavenly Realm's galaxy!"

"Those who violate our human borders…"

"Kill without mercy!"

In the void, a cold male voice rang out.

Under everyone's watch, a heaven-shaking sword light swept across billions of miles of void, reducing countless demons and the so-called Western Holy Knights to ash!

At this moment, the Candle Dragon sealed within the galaxy let out an incredulous roar.

"Impossible, impossible! In thirty years, how could your human race possibly have someone reach the Great Ultimate Realm?"

"What exactly have you done?"

Beside him, Lu Chen's hair was gray-white, his green robe fluttering slightly.

He gazed at the sword qi filling the sky and said lightly.

"My disciples, taught by Lu Chen, have nothing impossible."

(End of chapter)