Chapter 239

Sanqian Zhou, above the Arctic frozen tundra.

The negotiations were still ongoing.

To be precise, it was a performance that both sides knew full well.

Gu Cangsheng fiddled with a walnut and put forward a seventeenth condition.

"By the way, I also want your immortal domain to issue a wanted order for that... what's his name, the Crimson Sky Immortal King. Last time he came to Sanqian Zhou to loot things, he almost injured my grandson."

The Zhenyuan Immortal King's avatar's smile froze for a moment.

Crimson Sky Immortal King?

That is an Immortal King of the alien domain forces, not part of the immortal domain's system.

Asking the immortal domain to withdraw the alien domain's wanted order is a demand so absurd it's like asking the eastern emperor to issue an edict for the west.

But he still nodded.

"It can…… be coordinated."

"Coordination won't do; I want a written promise in black and white." Gu Cangsheng spread his hands, "Write a contract."

"Fellow Daoist, drafting a contract takes time……"

"Then let it be oral. You represent the immortal domain; an Immortal King's word is binding, once said it stands."

The corner of the Zhenyuan Immortal King's avatar's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

He would of course agree to anything. What is a promise from an avatar worth?

When the main body arrives, every condition promised today will become a death warrant for that old thing.

"Good. I, representing the immortal domain, agree to you."

"Refreshing!" Gu Cangsheng clapped his hands, "Then let's talk about compensation……"

"What compensation?"

"Mental distress fee; I've been disturbed by your immortal domain's people so I can't eat or sleep well, my spirit has suffered great trauma—three Immortal King–level treasures, is that too much?"

The Zhenyuan Immortal King's avatar's eyes flickered.

"It can."

"Then four."

"……"

"You hesitated, showing there's still room. Five."

The smile on the Zhenyuan Immortal King's avatar's face could no longer be maintained.

It wasn't because the conditions were outrageous.

His avatar had already received the message from the main body.

The interworld passage was about to pierce through; the main body's descent was only a moment away.

"Fellow Daoist Gu."

The Zhenyuan Immortal King's avatar's voice suddenly changed, no longer warm and sincere, but restored to the aloofness and superiority befitting an Immortal King.

"The conditions you just mentioned, I've counted them for you; excluding Sanqian Zhou, they add up to enough to empty everything of a supreme Immortal King."

Gu Cangsheng didn't care: "Oh, you think it's too much?"

"What does supreme or not have to do with me?"

"Not too much."

The corner of the Zhenyuan Immortal King's avatar's mouth curled into a strange arc: "I'm just wondering, a dying person putting forward so many conditions—who will fulfill them when the time comes?"

At the instant his words fell,

Directly above the Arctic frozen tundra.

The Heavenly Dome exploded.

It wasn't a tear.

It was forcibly blown apart from inside out.

A deep blue fissure stretching hundreds of thousands of miles split down from the top of Sanqian Zhou's Boundary Wall; what poured out of the gap was not chaotic turbulence but a thick, near‑liquid deep blue Immortal King Law Power.

The Law Power poured down; wherever it passed, the Arctic frozen tundra's ten‑thousand‑year‑old Xuan ice evaporated in a breath, revealing the black earth below.

The earth then cracked in the next breath, spewing scorching earth‑vein magma from the fissure, which instantly solidified into black crystal upon contact with that blue force.

The entire Arctic, in just three breaths, turned from an ice‑bound wasteland into a scorched black dead land.

Zhenyuan Immortal King.

The main body descends.

When that figure stepped out of the rift, there was no shocking heavenly portent.

He simply stood there.

His feet trod the void, a deep‑blue halo of law wrapping him tightly.

His face was no longer blurred.

It was a sharply angled, somewhat stern middle‑aged man's face; his pupils held no irises, only two pools of deep blue abyss.

Behind him, a nine‑story tower slowly rose into view.

The tower's body was entirely deep blue, each layer engraved with different law inscriptions; at its summit a fist‑sized blue gem turned slowly.

As the gem turned, the spatial law within a hundred‑thousand‑li radius was forcibly altered.

Up and down inverted, left and right swapped, even light began to bend.

Zhenyuan Divine Tower.

The Immortal King's natal immortal artifact.

"Gu Cangsheng."

The Zhenyuan Immortal King's true form spoke.

It was not the gentle, affected tone of a clone, but a lofty, judgmental air.

"Before I came, I still thought you were someone remarkable."

He glanced at the old farmer standing opposite; the aura of that Indestructible Chaos Golden Body was indeed formidable, but……

Unstable.

The operation of the laws was sluggish.

Like a tiger that once dominated the mountains and forests, though its stature remained and its claws were bared, the muscles beneath its fur had already loosened.

In the depths of the Zhenyuan Immortal King's true form's pupils, a flash of intense greed passed.

"Turns out it's just an injured tiger."

He raised his right hand.

The Zhenyuan Divine Tower hummed and vibrated, blue light surging.

The law inscriptions on the nine-story tower all lit up; a terrifying power that distorted spacetime erupted from the jewel at the tower's peak, turning into a deep-blue pillar of light a million zhang tall, shooting straight down toward Gu Cangsheng.

The target of this strike was not a person.

It was the entire Arctic region within a million li radius centered on Gu Cangsheng.

Land, sky, and void—all were to be suppressed together.

As the pillar fell, the sound of collapsing space became so numerous it merged into a continuous hum; distant remaining icebergs shattered into powder under the pressure, and even that powder didn't have time to fall before being forcibly compressed into transparent crystal granules.

The Zhenyuan Immortal King's clone was recalled by its true form the instant the pillar descended; the true form would not let the clone get in the way.

"The Zhenyuan Divine Tower suppresses heaven, earth, and all things."

The Zhenyuan Immortal King's true form floated in the high sky, hands behind its back, gazing down at the scene of the pillar devouring everything, tone flat,

"I want to see how many moves you, a wounded wild cultivator, can withstand."

Under the pillar.

Gu Cangsheng stood still, unmoving.

His murky old eyes watched the million-zhang blue light crash down from above, his expression unchanged.

It was as if he were watching a rainstorm unrelated to him.

He indeed had injuries; the several points of sluggishness in the operation of the laws were not feigned.

The injuries from his previous clash with the Chixiao Immortal King's chaos collision and the slaying of Li Hentian's clone—these wounds had not fully recovered.

But being injured and being unable to endure are two different things.

Gu Cangsheng raised one hand.

It was not a punch, nor a seal.

He simply lifted it.

Palm up, fingers slightly spread, like a village elder reaching out to test if rain is coming.

Chaos aura surged from his palm—not that kind of earth-shaking explosion.

But a single thread, a fine thread of gray-purple vapor, slowly rising from between his fingers.

This thread of aura touched the million-zhang deep-blue light pillar.

Hiss—

The sound was extremely faint.

The edge of the pillar began to dissolve.

It was not shattered, nor bounced away.

Rather, the blue law inscriptions, eroded by the chaos aura, dimmed one by one, twisted, and finally turned into disordered points of light that scattered in the void.

Chaos is fundamentally the source and end of all laws.

All laws, before the purest chaos, must return to their most primitive state.

The Zhenyuan Immortal King's pupils contracted sharply.

The pillar had already fallen to within a hundred zhang of Gu Cangsheng's head, yet that million-zhang blue light pillar had already been gnawed away by thirty percent.

And that raised hand remained steady, utterly unmoving.

"Interesting, you're strong."

Gu Cangsheng finally spoke, his voice unchanged from usual, slow and leisurely, as if evaluating a toy: "Just… too weak."