Chapter 422: Yaochi's Upheaval, the Titans' Fury

In the primordial Immortal Realm, above the Nine Heavens, the clamor and slaughter of the Mixed Heaven Sacred Land are but a speck of dust in the vast star sea.

The true core of the Immortal Realm is those nine floating supreme heavens at the edge of space‑time, each governing billions of star rivers.

At this moment, Yaochi Heaven.

This place is not the mist‑shrouded, jade‑grass and crystal‑flower realm people imagine.

On the contrary, the entire heaven domain exudes an extreme, eternal silence.

A celestial palace whose grandeur defies description hovers silently at the center of the heaven domain.

It emits no light, yet seems the sole center of this universe; each brick of the palace is formed from the most primordial Dao runes, upon which flow ancient Dao tones capable of bewildering even an Immortal King.

Supreme Immortal Hall.

Inside the hall, there is no physical form.

Only several vague, incomprehensibly massive silhouettes, each occupying a swath of chaos, separated from one another by a ceaseless river of time.

They are among the true chess‑players of this primordial Immortal Realm, towering Immortal Kings who overlook eternity and command law with a word.

And above them.

Those supreme Immortal Kings who truly stand at the endless universe's apex are all in seclusion, pursuing the ethereal ultimate realm—Immortal Emperor Realm.

"The True Immortal Battlefield has been open for nearly twenty years; the outer sweep is complete, and the inner domain's game should now begin," a dignified voice sounded from a chaos ablaze with golden flames.

It was the Supreme Immortal King.

"Hmph, just a bunch of juniors playing around."

From another chaos wrapped in an endless sea of thunder, a disdainful cold snort echoed,

"Were it not for the rules, a single finger of mine could grind that so‑called Songtian Hall into powder."

The ancient patriarch of the Thunder Emperor Clan, a colossal figure whose temperament matches his thunder techniques.

"Brother Lei, your words are mistaken."

A gentle yet slightly fleeting voice rang out.

That chaos, dream‑like and illusory, seemed woven from the light and shadow of billions of worlds.

"Songtian Hall is a trial ground of immortal seedlings left by the 'Heavenly Court' of the previous universe; its internal laws form a self‑contained system, utterly mismatched with our current era. If we, the great ones, force our true forms inside, we would not only gain nothing but also provoke the era's relic laws to backfire, a loss outweighing any benefit."

Speaking was the Holy Lord of Yaochi Sacred Land, an ancient being of such seniority that he has lived almost as long as the primordial Immortal Realm itself.

"Exactly."

The Supreme Immortal King's voice sounded again,

"Thus the rules of this True Immortal Battlefield exist: let the juniors enter, using their fate and opportunity as bait to lure those slumbering treasures. Though we cannot step onto the field ourselves, we can still place pieces and arrange strategy beyond the board."

His words caused the few giants present to fall into brief silence.

The True Immortal Battlefield, named a battlefield, is in fact a fishing ground.

These fishermen perched atop eternity appear detached, yet have long ago secretly cast their own baits.

Perhaps an unremarkable Immortal King artifact, perhaps a fragmentary ancient inheritance.

Using these objects they disdain, they gamble for the truly moving, supreme creations from the ancient era.

That is the game of the giants.

At that moment, the dream‑like chaos of the Yaochi Holy Lord shook violently without warning.

The voice that had been gentle and fleeting showed a hint of stagnation for the first time.

"Hmm?"

His eyes, as if reflecting all heavens and realms, pierced endless space‑time and gazed toward the direction of the True Immortal Battlefield.

He felt that the most crucial piece he had placed tens of thousands of years ago—a piece that maintained the last causal link between him and that legendary supreme treasure—had just now been erased by someone…

Along with the treasure's aura, it vanished completely from his perception.

"Yaochi, what caused you to lose composure?"

The Supreme Immortal King's emotionless gaze fell upon him.

"Nothing."

The chaotic airflow around the Yaochi Holy Lord steadied again, and his voice returned to its gentle tone,

"Just a fleeting feeling; it seems a junior has triggered a idle move I left years ago."

He did not tell the truth.

The theft of the Primordial Source Dao Plate is too grave; before the truth is uncovered, not a single detail may be disclosed.

Otherwise, his Yaochi Sacred Land will become the target of all arrows.

Who?

Who could, within that chaotic flow even he cannot penetrate, take the treasure linked to the very origin of Songtian Hall's law?

An Immortal King of the Thunder Emperor Clan? Impossible; they are a bunch of brutes lacking such wit.

Supreme?

If he acted, the disturbance would not end there.

Could it be… Zang Tian Ge?

A thought quietly surfaced in his mind, then he swiftly snuffed it out.

No, those rats in the sewers, though secretive, aim at the world's origin and the fortunes of all beings; they would not care for such auxiliary artifacts.

Just as his mind raced, trying to dredge from eternal memory the damned thief,

Crack—

A crisp yet piercing shattering sound did not echo within the hall but detonated directly in the depths of each giant's soul, booming outward!

The giants' gazes simultaneously turned toward the deep interior of the Immortal Hall, the Ten‑Thousand‑Era Ever‑Bright Hall that stores each sect's core disciple soul‑lamps.

There, a lotus lamp forged entirely from Nine‑Heaven crystal jade, its golden soul‑flame extinguished, its wick's flame already out.

And on that as‑bright‑as‑new lantern, a shocking crack spread upward from its base.

"It's Yao Wushuang's Soul Lamp!"

In the voice of the Thunder Emperor Ancestor was a hint of schadenfreude,

"Yaochi, the grandchild you cherish most in this generation seems... to have fallen."

Boom—!!!

An indescribable, terrifying fury erupted violently from the chaos of the Yaochi Holy Lord!

The entire Supreme Immortal Hall trembled violently.

Outside the hall, the eternally silent Yaochi Heavenly Realm—its countless stars—simultaneously lost their light at that moment!

"Who is it!!!"

A roar brimming with boundless murderous intent shook the nine heavens and ten earths!

The Yaochi Holy Lord completely lost composure.

He cares not for a single grandchild's life or death; as an ancient being who has lived for several epochs, his descendants have become so numerous that even he cannot keep count.

What he does care about is Yao Wushuang's death and the theft of the Primordial Source Dao Disk, which occurred at the same moment!

That means the damned thief not only stole the greatest hope of Yaochi's lineage, but also, in passing, eliminated the descendant he sent to retrieve the treasure!

This is a provocation!

It is a bare, ruthless humiliation of a giant Immortal King!

"Investigate! Let me investigate!"

The Yaochi Holy Lord's voice was so cold it could freeze time and space,

"Deploy all forces, trace cause and effect, rewind time! I will see who dares to move my Yaochi, who dares to take Yaochi's things!"

A decree of law radiated from the Supreme Immortal Hall, instantly crossing endless space‑time and descending upon the Yaochi Sacred Land.

The entire massive Immortal King clan roared to life like a precision war machine!

Inside the Supreme Immortal Hall, the remaining giants, watching the Yaochi Holy Lord in a frenzy, each had inexplicable glints in their eyes.

They might not know exactly what the Yaochi Holy Lord lost, but they know that whatever could cause a giant to lose composure must be of value far beyond imagination.

An invisible undercurrent silently surged in the highest tier of the Immortal Realm.