Chapter 414: A Gathering of Big Shots Meet, the Group Searches for the Deceased

A stretch of starry sky far from Earth.

After the Demon Lord and the other titans walked out of the Ancient Babylonian Mythic Realm, Kamikawa Mitsu sat on the broken great star and watched the entire process; alongside him witnessing it were the gods, demons, immortals, and devils of the Immortal-Slaying Formation.

"They…"

The gods, demons, immortals, and devils remaining in the Immortal-Slaying Formation were few—just a handful at most.

Over a long stretch of time, one after another the gods and demons could not hold on; even when some of them burst forth with potential in the crisis and broke into the immortal-devil tier, they still could not escape the Immortal-Slaying Formation.

They had heard the conversation between the Demon Lord and Enlil inside the halo painting scroll. Upon hearing the final words, their minds wavered and trembled; in their distraction they were struck again and again by the killing force of the Immortal-Slaying Formation, and perished—body and Dao scattered—carrying earth-shattering information and shock with them.

Kamikawa Mitsu rose. Out of the habitual mannerism bred into him as a mortal, he patted his backside—even though he had not truly been sitting on the ground, still a few inches above it.

"Sigh, what a pity."

Looking at the three remaining immortal-devils, Kamikawa Mitsu waved his hand and sent out a divine seal that fell into the Immortal-Slaying Formation. Instantly the formation raged within, the intensity multiplying dozens of times over; the three surviving immortal-devils did not even have time to finish their screams before the sounds cut off abruptly and their divine souls shattered.

Until death, they never knew what Kamikawa Mitsu's sigh meant—only Kamikawa Mitsu himself knew.

He was disappointed; he had still hoped some immortal-devil or god-demon could escape the Immortal-Slaying Formation, or at least pass on the information he had spoken to them.

"I overestimated you lot."

Kamikawa Mitsu shook his head and skillfully collected the corpses of the gods, demons, immortals, and devils within the Immortal-Slaying Formation. If those gods, demons, immortals, and devils were still alive and knew Kamikawa Mitsu's thoughts, they would probably die without closure and howl on the road of reincarnation's Yellow Springs.

He inspected the corpses of gods, demons, immortals, and devils inside his storage ring, gave a light count, and the disappointed expression between his brows was swept clean away.

A great harvest!

The corpses of gods, demons, immortals, and devils harvested this time were enough for him to upgrade the Twenty-Eight Mansions including Ashikaga Niu, and even craft a few more Twenty-Eight Mansions.

"That double-pupil corpse, leave it aside for now."

Kamikawa Mitsu made his decision; he did not want to use the double-pupil corpse now to craft an Undying servant.

With this Undying double-pupil corpse, he could perfectly craft a being invincible within the Undying realm—only this corpse still held secrets waiting for him to excavate.

Before going to the world within the mysterious fog, Kamikawa Mitsu did not plan to use this Undying corpse.

……

Several days later.

Hua Nation, South City.

"Dad, Mom, I'm heading out."

Gao Xiang Hong slung a bulging mountaineering pack on his back and opened the door.

Today was the day he had arranged with the group leader to carry out the mission together with the big shots of the group. To avoid worrying his parents, he had made up an excuse, saying he was going mountaineering and camping with friends for a few days and would be back in a few days.

"Come back early."

"Got it."

Gao Xiang Hong stepped out, hailed a ride-hailing car, and headed straight for the outskirts; after a winding journey he arrived at a great mountain.

He walked into the mountain, confirmed no one was around, and stored his backpack into the storage ring that Ghost Hong Demon Ancestor had given him. He glanced back toward the direction of home.

Leaving home for the first time, heading to another world—to say there was no reluctance, no anxiety and tension, was impossible.

"Hope that when I come back this time, I can break into the Fourth Tier of Living Beings sooner; if I could become a god-demon before thirty like Kamikawa Mitsu, that would be even better."

Gao Xiang Hong muttered.

Not long ago—half a day after the Demon Lord emerged from the altar—Kamikawa Mitsu, whose death had been the subject of wild rumors for days as he vanished, returned; the whole world was stirred and cheered.

In less than a day, the name Kamikawa Mitsu spread to every corner of the world; on that day, almost everyone except infants who could not yet speak was uttering the name Kamikawa Mitsu and mentioning his deeds.

His fame resounded across the globe.

His worshippers multiplied geometrically.

Gao Xiang Hong was plainly one of those worshippers. He knew better than anyone that for Kamikawa Mitsu to survive the siege of so many gods and demons, he must have reached the Fifth Step of Divinity.

A Fifth Step of Divinity at around twenty years old—what kind of concept was that?

Through all ages, never before, almost the only case; his name was destined to be inscribed upon all the worlds, becoming a peerless hero of the ages, past and future alike, hard to surpass.

Kamikawa Mitsu had redefined the very concept of the title "peerless hero of the ages."

Heaven-Spanning Great Sage Monarch: 【Everyone, I wish you all return alive!】

Jiuzhou Di Yi Xian: 【…If this old man dies this time, it's because you, Great Sage Monarch, cursed me to death.】

Tianxie Sword Immortal: 【Agreed.】

Xi Tian Mo Yao: 【I hope all of you gain great harvests this time; when you return, come brag to us.】

Immortal King Who Suffers Chronic Rheumatism: 【Look at what Mo Yao said, then look at what Great Sage Monarch said—Great Sage Monarch, look at what you're saying. Are those even human words? Is that even speech. jpg】

Da Huang Tian Zun: 【+1】

Ghost Hong Demon Ancestor: 【Immortal Venerable, Sword Immortal, when the time comes I hope you'll look after my disciple a bit more. Great kindness needs no words of thanks; in the future I will surely repay this favor.】

Gao Xiang Hong was moved. His cheap master was usually crazy and erratic, sure, but when it came to serious matters, he had not failed to care for him.

At this moment.

Another message popped up in the group.

The Deceased King's Younger Brother: 【Sorry I'm late, is everyone here?】

Jiuzhou Di Yi Xian: 【Everyone's here.】

Tianxie Sword Immortal: 【Everyone's here.】

Zuan Intern: 【Everyone's here.】

The Deceased King's Younger Brother: 【Mm, I'll open the teleportation array for you now. Do you need me to repeat what I told you yesterday?】

Yesterday the group leader had come to the group. Just like last time's mission, he had come a day early to describe in the group the place the mission required going to, the map, the customs, and so on, as well as what the mission required doing. The content was detailed, so as not to leave those executing the mission like headless flies.

Jiuzhou Di Yi Xian: 【No need, group leader, this old man is already prepared.】

Tianxie Sword Immortal: 【Yes.】

Zuan Intern: 【Group leader, you can open the teleportation array; I'm prepared too.】

The next moment.

A flash of light appeared before Gao Xiang Hong.

A tiny point of luminescence, like firefly glow, expanded in an instant into a teleportation array, its surface inscribed with mysterious divine runes and sacred patterns; then, a bronze gate slowly rose from within the array.

The gate opened and closed.

Gao Xiang Hong exhaled deeply and stepped inside.

Once he entered, the bronze gate sank into the teleportation array, shrinking to a single point of luminescence, and with a soft "pop," vanished without a trace.

"Immortal Sovereign Elder, Sword Immortal Elder."

Stepping out of the bronze gate, Gao Xiang Hong saw before him a majestic mountain.

The mountain towered high, like a sword drawn from its scabbard; its peak, white with snow, drifted with endless frost.

Gao Xiang Hong stood atop the snowy peak, and besides him were two elderly men clad in ancient robes.

One had beard and eyebrows long enough to reach his chest, radiating an aura of antiquity, ethereality, and divine majesty.

The other had snow-white hair standing upright behind his head, a white beard flowing past his chin, bearing an air of proud, unyielding dignity, his figure vigorous and upright, showing no hint of stoop, with a sword strapped to his back.

If the mountain was a drawn sword, then this elder with his upright hair was a sword of immortal sharpness, fully exposed.

Without a doubt, this immortal sword could cleave through all things under heaven, unbreakable, tempered by blood and fire, refined through countless trials.