Chapter 435

The Sword of Purifying Demons, thrown by the True Martial Emperor, transformed at the moment of release into a silver divine dragon ten thousand zhang long.

Its dragon roar pierced through clouds and split rocks, carrying the majestic heavenly authority of the Celestial Court’s orthodox deities, straight toward the crimson glow.

That crimson glow, forged from the self-sacrifice of the Great Luo Immortals Kuang Xi and Jin Hou, was hurtling at extreme speed toward the earth’s depths.

If it touched the core of the earth veins and triggered the rupture of the earth veins beneath the Soul Severing Mountains, a million li around would become a dead zone, and countless lives would be obliterated in this catastrophe.

The silver dragon, though launched later, overtook it swiftly, carving a brilliant silver trail through the air.

“Boom!”

Its claw shot out, entwined with chains of cosmic law, precisely seizing the crimson glow.

The purifying sword intent clashed violently with the sacrificial malevolence, and space shattered inch by inch under the pressure of these two extreme forces, revealing the profound chaos of the void.

“Subdue!” The True Martial Form spoke the true word.

The silver dragon coiled its body violently, forcibly tearing the crimson glow from the edge of the earth veins.

Sword qi, like frost, peeled away the malevolence layer by layer from the crimson glow.

The lingering wills of Kuang Xi and Jin Hou, the two demon lords, shrieked in agony within the swordlight.

Their cries, filled with agony and despair, dissolved rapidly before the vast purifying righteous energy and vanished completely.

The crimson glow shattered, scattering into countless red specks that rained down.

The disrupted earth veins of the Soul Severing Mountains, deprived of their pull, returned to stillness.

The True Martial Form raised his hand and summoned; the silver dragon circled once in the air, reverting into the ancient Sword of Purifying Demons, which landed in his palm.

On the blade’s edge, a drop of dark red blood slowly slid down and dripped into a pit of soil.

On the lone cliff, Su Chen stood with his hands behind his back, the wild wind whipping his blue robe into loud flutters.

He had witnessed firsthand the entire process in which Kuang Xi and Jin Hou were mercilessly consumed by talismanic runes, their dao fruits reduced to nothing.

Even Su Chen, who had seen countless storms, now furrowed his brows tightly.

Two Great Luo Immortals—anywhere in the Three Realms, they were absolute foundations, beings capable of founding sects and becoming patriarchs.

The Buddhist Sect had planned for countless aeons for the Great Journey to the West, yet never dared sacrifice even a single Luo Han or Bodhisattva who had attained the Great Luo realm.

But what of Kun Peng? Merely to create chaos in the Northern Julu Continent, he had unhesitatingly cast these two Great Luo Immortals aside as expendable pawns.

Not merely pawns—he denied them even the chance of reincarnation, directly sacrificing their Great Luo dao fruits.

“Cruel. Ruthless.” Su Chen’s heart turned icy.

Kun Peng acted with such madness, paying such a price to create such a spectacle—what was he truly scheming for?

Su Chen still firmly believed that the demonic clan infighting in the Soul Severing Mountains and this blood sacrifice were merely a facade, a massive decoy designed to draw the attention of all great beings across the Three Realms.

If the Celestial Court’s attention was all drawn to the chaos in the Northern Julu Continent, then where was Kun Peng’s true target?

“I won’t let him lead me by the nose.” Su Chen’s gaze sharpened.

Since speculation could not reveal the truth, he could only rely on external aid; his mind sank into his spiritual sea and directly summoned the Celestial Mechanism Mirror.

The ancient mirror surfaced in his spiritual sea, its dark light flickering faintly; the runes upon it began to race and shift, radiating an unfathomable aura.

“Predict Kun Peng the Demon Master’s true purpose!” Su Chen issued the command inwardly.

The Celestial Mechanism Mirror blazed with light, countless runes intertwining and reorganizing upon its surface.

【Celestial Mechanism Prediction in progress…】

【Prediction Target: Kun Peng the Demon Master’s true purpose.】

【Celestial Points Required: Two Thousand.】

【Insufficient Celestial Points. Prediction Impossible!】

Su Chen stared at the prompt on the mirror, his heart reeling.

This prediction required two thousand Celestial Points!

Even when he had predicted clues about the Chaos Bell, the cost had never been this absurd.

The consumption of Celestial Points was directly tied to the scale of the event, the cultivation level of those involved, and the depth of karmic entanglement.

Two thousand points meant Kun Peng’s scheme was of an extraordinarily high level, far surpassing ordinary plots.

This was no simple scheme—it touched upon some core rule of the Three Realms, even entangled in the Boyi of the Saintly level.

Su Chen took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his shock; since the prediction cost too much, he would change his approach.

“Predict Kun Peng the Demon Master’s current location!”

A purpose can be hidden, but a person must act somewhere.

If he could find Kun Peng’s location, he could trace the trail and unravel all mysteries naturally.

The Celestial Mechanism Mirror activated again.

【Celestial Mechanism Prediction in progress…】

【Predicting Kun Peng the Demon Master’s location requires one thousand Celestial Points. Confirm?】

“Confirm!” Su Chen gritted his teeth and agreed immediately.

One thousand Celestial Points were deducted; the runes on the mirror began to spin rapidly.

The Celestial Mechanism Mirror displayed:

【Prediction Successful.】

【Target Location: Outer Realm—“Shattered Star Abyss.”】

【Current Remaining Celestial Points: 100】

Soon after, an image appeared on the mirror.

Su Chen was slightly startled—was the Celestial Mechanism Mirror evolving? Previously, its prompts had always been textual; now it showed an image.

The image depicted a dead yet violent void.

Floating within it were countless shattered fragments of continents—some as large as stars, others as small as mountains.

Violent void currents surged between the fragments, and occasional void storms would erupt, tearing everything along their path into shards.

A cold, shadowy figure clad in ink-black robes was pushing through the void winds, racing toward the deepest part of this shattered realm.

His face was grim and predatory, eyes like an eagle, gaze like a wolf—the very Kun Peng the Demon Master Su Chen had glimpsed once in the Dong Huang Secret Realm.

“He went to the Outer Realm?” Su Chen was deeply puzzled.

During the Divine War, the Lord Tongtian had set up the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, provoking the Four Saints to break it.

That earth-shattering Saintly battle directly shattered the primordial land of Honghuang.

Later, the Dao Ancestor Hongjun intervened, using supreme power to reforging the main fragments of Honghuang, forming the current Four Great Continents of the Mortal Immortal Realm.

But during the reforging, not all fragments were reclaimed.

Some peripheral fragments of Honghuang had been flung by the battle’s force into the endless void, becoming small worlds clinging to the Three Realms, far removed from the Four Great Continents.

These small worlds were called the “Outer Realm.”

The Outer Realm’s environment was extremely hostile, its heavenly laws incomplete, saturated with spatial chaos.

Ordinary immortals and gods who ventured in risked being swallowed with the slightest misstep.

Kun Peng, instead of commanding from the Northern Julu Continent, had gone to the Outer Realm!

If Kun Peng was in the Outer Realm, what was the meaning of this drama in the Soul Severing Mountains?

Sacrificing two Great Luo Immortals—was it merely to conceal his movement toward the Outer Realm?

What hidden treasure in the Shattered Star Abyss could prompt Kun Peng to orchestrate such a grand scheme?

Was it a lost supreme treasure of the ancient demonic court? Or some unparalleled opportunity to break through the peak of the Provisional Saint realm and glimpse the Dao of Chaos?

Su Chen’s eyes flickered as he rapidly calculated in his mind.

He possessed the Chaos Nine Revolutions to protect his body; his flesh was formidable, and the void currents of the Outer Realm were not an absolute death trap for him.

He hesitated—should he set out immediately to investigate the Shattered Star Abyss?

At that moment, a sudden change occurred.

Above the Soul Severing Mountains, the blood-malevolence aura that had just been suppressed by the True Martial Emperor’s sword suddenly boiled again.

This time, it was not the earth veins erupting—it was the heavens themselves splitting open.

A pitch-black spatial rift stretched across the nine heavens, overlooking the Soul Severing Mountains below.

A terrifying pressure, far exceeding that of a Great Luo Immortal, poured down from the rift.

The demonic beings who had barely escaped death in the mountains collapsed to the ground under this pressure.

“A Provisional Saint!” Su Chen’s gaze locked onto the spatial rift, his alarm bells ringing violently.