Chapter 214: with translation of chapter title

Yo, this native is a bit tough.

The Twilight Immortal King was somewhat surprised.

He originally thought that Faceless's spear alone could send this stone spirit on its way, but he didn't expect the opponent to actually block it head-on, and it seemed uninjured.

Don't waste time, attack together!

The Faceless Immortal King sensed something amiss.

The chaotic aura emanating from this stone spirit reminded him of some unpleasant memories.

The divine sense avatars of the four Immortal Kings stepped forward simultaneously.

The Twilight Immortal King sacrificed that pitch-black setting sun, turning it into a blade ablaze with apocalyptic fire.

The Thousand-Mouth Immortal King spat out thousands of soundwave blades capable of tearing souls, while the Faceless Immortal King waved the River of Corpses, turning it into countless vicious ghosts that coiled upward.

The Heaven-Supporting Immortal King then extended his sky-covering giant hands, attempting to utterly crush the space where Gu Zhan was.

Even as mere divine sense avatars, the techniques of these four Immortal King–level beings are top-notch in the True Immortal realm, enough to cause this heaven and earth to collapse.

Big Brother Iron Ox, run!

Xiao Qing shouted anxiously, the lotus seed emitting a dense green light from its surface, trying to help Gu Zhan share the pressure.

The Nine-Leaf Sword Grass also went all out, three remnant leaves igniting with ink-black sword fire: "Big guy, I'll block the front for you—take the World Heart and go!"

Get lost!

Gu Zhan's stubborn temper flared.

He has never fled from battle in his life, and now he's serving the young master.

I reckon, you lot of phantoms are damn insubstantial!

Gu Zhan let out a furious roar, and his stone armor on the surface unexpectedly began to liquefy, then re-solidified into a dark purple crystal.

That was him squeezing the True Immortal origin within his body to the extreme.

He ignored the attacks of the other three, fixed his gaze on the most arrogant Twilight Immortal King, and turned himself into a golden streak that shot forward.

Heaven-Opening Strike!

On the Broken Axe, golden radiance surged a hundred zhang. Gu Zhan's axe carried a desperate, death-defying ferocity.

Clang!

The Twilight Immortal King's apocalyptic sword was struck by this axe, sending sparks flying, forcing him to retreat.

He shockingly discovered that the power erupted by this native, whom he regarded as an ant, could actually shake the foundation of his divine sense.

Although it was just a single strike, he is an Immortal King!

At the same time, the attacks of the other three also landed on Gu Zhan.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

The River of Corpses coiled like countless snakes, tightly binding Gu Zhan's legs, frenziedly gnawing at his origin; the soundwave blades sliced over a dozen deep gashes down to the bone on his back, while the Heaven-Supporting Immortal King's giant hands clenched his shoulders, the bone-cracking sounds clearly audible.

Gu Zhan spat out a mouthful of golden blood, his stone face full of ferocity.

He realized he had still underestimated the Immortal Kings' methods.

These four cooperated seamlessly, their laws intertwining to form a perfect closed loop.

Although he could wound one of them, he himself would instantly fall into a state of eternal damnation.

Haha, a native is just a native.

The Twilight Immortal King steadied his form, killing intent flashing fully in his eyes.

He saw that, although this stone spirit had astonishing combat power, it fundamentally didn't know how to use the situation, only brute force.

I've changed my mind. I will extract your soul, impale it in a heavenly lantern, and burn it for ten thousand years, so you learn the price of provoking an Immortal King.

Before his words even faded, a subtle ripple of something unusual quietly leaked from his divine sense.

It was an extremely faint resonance of the true body, almost imperceptible.

A mere stone spirit—he didn't care at all.

But using this opportunity, letting the true body descend…… first seizing the World Heart and offering it to the lord is what truly matters.

As long as the World Heart is in his hands, even Expanding Heaven…… could not make him spit it out!

Huanghun!

Yet among those present, the Faceless, Thousand-Mouth, and Heaven-Supporting Immortal Kings—none were anything less than ancient monsters who had cultivated for millions of years.

Moreover, they knew Huanghun's character all too well.

The moment that ripple surfaced, three pairs of eyes locked onto him simultaneously.

You damn well want the true body to descend?!

The Thousand-Mouth Immortal King's thousand mouths stopped speaking at once, then erupted in an earth-shaking roar, the thousand sounds overlapping into a single howl.

The Heaven-Supporting Immortal King's eyes sank, his sky-covering giant hands pausing slightly. He was always steady, but his gaze toward Huanghun turned icy.

Huanghun, your move is not small.

The Twilight Immortal King was seen through by the three at once; a flash of panic crossed his eyes, then turned into unrestrained laughter.

Hah! So what if they saw through it? His gaze swept over the three, the apocalyptic fire on his sunset battle armor burning brighter,

One step slow, step by step slow, only I can earn the lord's reward!

As the words fell, the Twilight Immortal King without hesitation, a golden light blazed from the brow of his divine sense avatar, directly establishing a complete descent channel with his true body!

The Faceless Immortal King burst out a curse, his voice thick with barely concealed greed and annoyance.

Though he cursed, his hand showed no hesitation.

The dark vortex surged violently, a denser decadent aura pressed in from beyond the void along the channel.

The Thousand-Mouth Immortal King snorted, his thousand mouths simultaneously spewing curses, while also stirring his origin, his true body's divine sense turning into a torrential flood that poured into his divine sense avatar.

The Heaven-Supporting Immortal King acted last, yet his move was the steadiest.

He merely took a deep breath, and that pair of huge hands began to exude an unprecedentedly heavy aura, as heavy as the whole earth.

"The World Heart must be split into four." He said calmly, tone leaving no room for doubt, "Twilight, don't have any twisted ideas."

As for Gu Zhan…

In their view, it was merely a native stone spirit.

Once the true form descends, a casual move can instantly kill it.

Under the simultaneous pressure of the four people's near-full-power auras, Gu Zhan's stone-like spine finally bent at this moment, and a cracking sound came from his chest cavity; the speed at which the true immortal's origin dissipated was as swift as a flood bursting a dam.

He bit through two stone teeth.

This is the gap of an Immortal King.

Even just a strand of consciousness from the true form is enough to press him to death and disappearance of the Dao!

Gu Zhan's mind was in a mess, then his head buzzed, and he recalled something.

"Don't think you can threaten me!"

"Even if I bear the Immortal King's pressure and hold the World Heart, I must fulfill the Young Master's mission!"

Gu Zhan strained his throat, emitting a resolute voice.

Immediately afterward, under the astonished gazes of the four Immortal Kings, he shouted with all his might.

"Young Master, save me!!"

"He's not even a person, damn it!"

"You have backing? Well, I do too!"

The sheer volume of the sound directly shook the Nine-Leaf Sword Grass, causing three withered leaves to stand upright simultaneously, and the little green lotus seeds rolled far away with a clatter.

Just as the four Immortal Kings took Gu Zhan's cry for help as a dying struggle, and someone even smirked contemptuously.

The void, split.

Not that kind of mighty, overbearing tear, but an astonishingly calm golden fissure.

As if someone, at the weakest spot of this heaven and earth, leisurely cut open a window.

The aura seeping from the fissure made the four Immortal Kings, who were gathering their true-form power, freeze simultaneously in place.

That aura…

Wrong.

Very wrong.

That is not something this broken, tattered world could give birth to.

Buzz—!

The golden light gate swung wide open; the first to step out was a youth in a moon-white long robe, still holding half a cup of tea, the tea still steaming, looking as if he had just been summoned from a table somewhere.

Gu Yuan glanced at Gu Zhan, twisted into a knot by the four forces, and raised his eyebrows.

"Uncle Zhan, how did you end up like this?"

Right after him stepped out Gu Lin Tian.

His three bodies—past, present, and future—manifested simultaneously, their qi intertwining; the true immortal's pressure in an instant pressed down the sky of the Myriad Medicine Great World by a third.

Lastly came out a hunchbacked old man in coarse gray clothes.

Gu Cangsheng walked slowly, hands behind his back, steps leisurely, still holding a handful of melon seeds, cracking one open with a click.

He narrowed his eyes, casually scanning the situation on the field.

Four Immortal King auras surged toward this side.

The Immortal Kings descend; heaven and earth ought to tremble.

But this land did not tremble.

On the contrary, those four surging Immortal King auras, upon contacting the casual wisp of chaos aura that Gu Cangsheng scattered outward, paused silently for a moment.

Just that moment caused the movements of the four Immortal Kings to lag by half a breath simultaneously.

The Twilight Immortal King's true form had descended halfway; the apocalyptic fire of the Setting Sun Battle Armor, upon contact with that mass of chaos aura, sputtered and extinguished several clusters.

He hovered in midair, feeling for the first time somewhat uncertain.

The Faceless Immortal King's dark vortex saw its rotation speed suddenly drop.

He instinctively identified that aura.

That… was chaos.

That was the old thing that last time caused him to lose an avatar and lose his origin!!

Gu Cangsheng finished that melon seed, lifted his eyelids, and his gaze fell upon that cluster of dark vortex.

He fell silent for a moment.

Then, a smile slowly appeared on his face.

In that smile lay the meaning peculiar to his age—a smile that hides a knife—along with a third of the warmth felt upon seeing an old friend.

"Yo."

Gu Cangsheng turned the melon seed in his hand, pointed it at the Faceless Immortal King, and spoke with a half-smile.

"This isn't an old friend, huh?"

"Last time we didn't finish the fun, and now you've come again to join the bustle?"