Chapter 308

Blue Star, Chapter 311: Song. Slept a Nap, Resurrection Spell Cleared. Shuhang Blue Star, Chapter 311: Song. Slept a Nap, Resurrection Spell Cleared. Shuhang

"All personnel have been evacuated; this space is about to collapse," Zhongli said, watching the chaotic battle above, his eyes filled with helplessness and concern—if things continued like this, Teyvat might be in real danger.

Zhang Chu'ang carried Song Shuhang, still asleep, and placed him on the ground; he stared at the distant purple-gold divine dragon, now stiff as a long dragon staff, and fell into long silence.

He looked up at the sky; he'd drunk too much Zui Xian Niang, and after dispelling the alcohol's effect once, he couldn't force it away again—his head was still foggy, but how had things suddenly turned like this?

"So it's eight years, not ten? Burp!"

Zhongli suddenly felt a cold gaze descending from above; he glanced at Zhang Chu'ang, cast a Jade Barrier shield over him, and stepped slightly away.

Beneath the sky divided between day and night, divine rainbows periodically rippled and spiraled outward.

Amid dazzling light, Su Lin, wielding the Tianqing Yu Xu Sword, clashed endlessly with Shi Hao, who held the Dala Sword Embryo; boundless radiance bloomed with azure flame and countless spears of light shot forth from all corners of this divine realm.

Shi Hao, wielding the Dala Sword Embryo, radiated sword light from his body; each piercing ray nullified the brilliance of light, and every strand made the already unstable space groan—a sound sharper than nails on a chalkboard—while the seals and bindings erected by all present were steadily being shattered.

"Ye Fan, you bastard! This is really Shi Hao!!!"

Just moments ago, the moment he suddenly erupted, he punched Pizi Long straight into the divine realm's mountains miles away, then crushed Su Lin and Zhongli with overwhelming force, finally fixing his fierce gaze on Ye Fan—as if savoring a delicacy to be enjoyed last.

"Just a beast-milk brat, even if he's real—" Ye Fan hadn't finished when he saw the purple-gold divine dragon, already flung away: "Master, save me!!!"

After taking a punch from Shi Hao, Su Lin returned from afar as if nothing had happened; in the crumbling space, he stood before Ye Fan, Tianqing Yu Xu Sword raised.

Then Su Lin defended, Shi Hao attacked, and Ye Fan fled frantically—hence the current situation.

Vast showers of light rained down, brilliant sword radiance startled ghosts and gods, overshadowing sun and moon, dazzling and blinding, pure and flawless, like the light of flying immortals.

The Tianqing Yu Xu Sword spewed ghostly blue spiritual light, as if sun, moon, and stars howled across its blade; when the killing aura manifested, an image of fallen immortals and gods appeared behind Su Lin—he stood like an ancient martial immortal emerging from an age of corpses and blood.

"Your sword and robes are interesting," Shi Hao said, eyes gleaming, his movements never pausing as he grinned: "Let me take a look later!"

He hadn't used his full strength; after all, these people had treated him well with food and drink, and he needed their Zui Xian Niang. Though Ye Fan was a loudmouth, he wasn't that petty—he'd just beat him into the ground for eight or ten years, that's all.

But gradually, Shi Hao found the Tianyi Sect's sect master intriguing: his cultivation was only Xu Dao, yet his techniques were refined and varied, even occasionally bursting forth with the power of Zhan Wo—ordinary Zhan Wo cultivators would likely perish against him.

Shi Hao stared at the deep-blue ancient sword in his hand and the luxurious purple robe—he suspected these were no ordinary treasures, likely the sect's treasured artifacts; such items, even appearing in the Upper Realm, would draw fierce competition from powerful factions.

Too bad the man couldn't fully activate these two treasures—but even so, his ability to withstand the sword qi he now unleashed was extraordinary.

Before coming here, he'd seen the ancient path where the Yin and Yang rivers converged in the Upper Realm, and the hidden life prohibition zones—he knew the Lower Realm must have held immense status in the distant past, hiding colossal secrets that ancient greats had valued so highly.

He hadn't expected that entering the Virtual Divine Realm by accident had brought him to this secluded sect's gathering place—further confirming this truth.

The Lower Realm truly harbored dragons and tigers; with such power and treasures, they could have ruled freely, yet chose to hide quietly—and knew everything about the outside world. Otherwise, how could they know his former title in the Virtual Divine Realm?

Of course, to Shi Hao, these powers posed no threat; even now, slightly intoxicated by the immortal liquor, he was merely playing around with them.

"Brothers, don't fear! I'm here!" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan, under Yao Lao's possession, charged forward with a fully charged Buddha-Fury Lotus composed of Fallen Heart Flame, Blue Lotus Earth Heart Flame, and Holy Light Flame.

"Eat my Buddha-Fury Lotus!!!"

Shi Hao flicked one finger at Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's forehead, slamming him into the ground.

"Tears well up—you actually show up when it matters." Su Lin was now sober, but the others were still drunk.

"Think naming something cool makes you special?" Shi Hao toyed with the fire lotus in his hand, then crushed it—flaming shards scattered everywhere; he turned his gaze to Ye Fan behind Su Lin:

"Move aside—I'm going to beat up the guy behind you first!"

"If I hand him over to you, will we stop fighting?" Su Lin asked after a moment's thought.

"No way! A fight was agreed upon, so a fight we shall have! How can a sect master betray his own elder!" Shi Hao's face darkened with anger, as if disgusted by Su Lin's behavior; his figure turned to divine light and surged forward, attempting to bypass Su Lin and reach Ye Fan directly.

Su Lin parried continuously; chains of countless laws erupted from the divine realm, coiling like flying dragons toward him.

"Su Lin! Use your invincible cheat to think of something!" Ye Fan, with nowhere to flee—no teleportation or method could escape a Great Saint or quasi-Emperor-level force—his mind half-fogged, decided to give up; yet his mouth blurted nonsense:

"I'll tell you, this is our sect master! If you want to touch me, you must pass him first!"

"You dare not bow before the Tianyi Sect? Your fate is forfeit! At the peak of immortals, ruling the world, where there is Tianyi, there is Heaven!"

"Who cares if he's Shi Hao or not, Tian Di or not—he's just a damn beast-milk brat! Beat him! Beat him until he cries for his mama and papa!"

"Master! This is the Tianyi Sect's first time fighting side by side! Today, let this beast-milk brat feel what lies beyond heaven and beyond men!"

Upon hearing Ye Fan's words, Shi Hao's eyes blazed with fire, his gaze shifting from Ye Fan to Su Lin, his aura surging past Zhan Wo.

He'd just heard someone say… the Peak of Immortals?!

"Damn it, stop talking already!"

Su Lin was nearly frantic; if he weren't forbidden from turning on his own team, he'd have switched targets already:

"You actually dare say that! Are you drunk or not? Are you deliberately screwing with me tonight?!"

"Did I really offend the Tian Di tonight?!"

How much the budget had overspent was still unclear, but now, because Ye Fan blew that flute, he'd summoned Shi Hao from a certain point in time.

With his mind now completely clear, Su Lin understood—he didn't believe this was anything but the Huang Tian Di deliberately causing trouble.

If that flute could summon Shi Hao from a specific time point without his future self noticing, then from now on, whenever he ran into trouble, he'd just blow the flute—someone would come to sever eternity.

In the end, this was all Ye Fan's fault!

"Ultimate… ultimate bullshit! Why the hell am I spending money on this?" Su Lin opened a portal to his world; between immediate payment and free use, he gritted his teeth and activated his taunt skill:

"Hey, beast-milk brat! Dare you enter our sect's Mystical Realm to fight?!"

His answer was a torrent of light rain, like a storm of fists hurtling toward him, as if to crush him on the spot.

"You think I'm stupid?" Shi Hao wouldn't fall for that—why switch locations when he could beat them all right here?

At that moment, Shi Hao frowned—he sensed someone manipulating cause and effect.

Divine light flared in his eyes; he looked down and saw the Tianyi Sect's internal affairs elder holding two long spears—one like a withered, curved branch, drawing cause and effect toward him; the other, interwoven with gold and Jin Xuan hues, sank into space, rippling it.

"Long heard of your fame," Zhongli said, his gleaming golden eyes shining, unabsorbed immortal power swirling around him, channeled into his technique: "I welcome your challenge."

In the sky, golden light blazed as a rock spear, ten thousand li long, descended from above.

Though slightly intoxicated, Shi Hao hadn't lost his reason; from the attack's trajectory, it seemed they were trying to force him into that space portal?!

Indeed, that so-called Mystical Realm was suspicious.

His gaze sharpened; though unafraid, he remained cautious, unleashing all his treasure arts at once, cloaking himself in radiant light; his sword pointed—the rock spear left no mark on him, shattering from its tip.

"Indeed."

The rock spear, charged with intense earth power and blended with multiple metals, carried an unfamiliar immortal Dao force; as the Great Luo Sword Embryo eagerly absorbed the metals upon it, Shi Hao sensed a film-like veil, like a bubble, within the shattered spear — and at the moment of contact, his sense of up, down, left, and right twisted into chaos.

"Was he deliberate? Does he even have some understanding of my Great Luo Sword Embryo?"

"An internal affairs elder is stronger than the other elders? Aside from the sect master and this internal affairs elder, the rest are far too weak — what kind of sect is this?"

Shi Hao couldn't help but harbor such doubts; he shook his head, and his sword light pierced heaven and earth as he directly severed the space-manipulation technique, radiating an aura of invulnerability to all arts.

"The gap is too great?" Zhongli felt no great disappointment; from the current situation, Shi Hao's realm surpassed theirs, let alone that he was himself among the absolute pinnacle of prodigies, wielding the Great Luo Sword Embryo — but

Shi Hao had intended to continue fighting, but at this moment he felt an odd sense of dissonance.

The shattered space bubble formed a ring, and the already broken rock spear reappeared at the same location.

Moreover, a man holding the same long spear suddenly appeared beside him, the curved spear poised to strike.

Simultaneously, countless weapons appeared in the sky, replacing the heavens like a rain of swords — these weapons were extraordinary, among them weapons interwoven with Dao and principle, and as they fell, they began to self-explode?!

First came the casual drinks — Immortal Drunken Brew and Drunken Life, Drunken Death; then the artifacts on the sect master's person; that Ye Fan's cauldron seemed forged from primordial qi of all things; now these countless artifacts used for self-destruction...

Is this sect this wealthy?

I just wanted to beat you all up and send that Ye Fan to bed for years — why burn through your entire treasury?

Even Shi Hao, with his vast experience, was momentarily stunned.

"I'm done playing with you." Shi Hao shot upward, his body covered in dense runes, his aura shifting as the Reincarnation Divine Art activated, fragments of time blooming: "Break!"

From the gap, Kleine was forced out from the mist of history; his stacked nascent divine realm was shattered along with it, and even the intact Divine Realm of Light sustaining here could not withstand it — it was revoked in the instant of its rupture.

Thus, all alchemical runes on the ground were extinguished, layer upon layer of space collapsed successively.

Shi Hao glanced at Kleine's true body; his curiosity deepened — he urgently wanted to thoroughly subdue these people and force them to reveal the sect's secrets.

Even such strange and ominous beings serve as elders in this sect — if I were at the Xu Dao realm and fell into this sect's ambush, I'd have no hope at all; even at the Zhan Wo realm, there'd be risk — they might just drag me into that Mystical Realm.

Too bad, life has no "what ifs."

Shi Hao descended like an emperor, radiating an overwhelming, world-conquering aura; his pupils contracted as he gazed beyond the collapsing space — there seemed to be the presence of countless living beings.

"A human city?!"

He quickly suppressed his aura; before the layers of space fully shattered and exposed everything, he saw Liu Li Ting restored to its original form — an ordinary, unremarkable human tavern.

"Where is this?"

Shi Hao sensed something was off — which continent was this? Could such a place exist in the lower realms?

"I'm done playing too."

Shi Hao turned, and saw Su Zongzhu step out from another teleportation gate, holding a crystal-clear card.

"Sorry for the wait — just went to restock." Su Zongzhu glanced at Ye Fan, who was grinning, and said with narrowed eyes: "The Taiyi Jin Xian Card is a bit expensive — roughly the price of a hundred bottles of Immortal Drunken Brew. Your Ye Zhetian Trading Association must reimburse me, and incidentally, my personal guest appearance fee is about a million divine sources."

He looked at the figure he had just been beating down — from it crawled a six-winged deity.

"A clone?" Shi Hao asked. "What other tricks do you have?"

Though he couldn't clearly perceive it, the true body's strength posed no threat — yet it was strange: why was the gap between true body and clone so vast?

"Soon I'll drag you into my world — no matter if you become the Great Heaven Emperor or the Heaven Emperor Ye." Su Zongzhu's eyes glowed red as he smiled strangely, tapping the Taiyi Jin Xian Card twice:

"I'm going to strip you of everything you have right now."

Swish—

The surrounding space-time froze, even Shi Hao ahead.

Ye Fan seized Su Zongzhu's wrist, holding a leaf of emerald-green tea, and said: "Then don't use it — keep it yourself. Better safe than sorry. You'll need it eventually."

"Enough playing — I really can't take it anymore." Su Zongzhu decisively stowed the Taiyi Jin Xian Card into his inventory.

"Now we need a bit of a medium." The Heaven Emperor Ye smiled, waved his sleeve toward Shi Hao, and all appeared in Lin's World:

"I'll open a bit too — after all, a small opening doesn't count as an opening."

"You all stay back — oh, Song Shuhang, stay."

The surrounding world continued flowing; the next moment, Ye Fan, half-drunk and half-awake, felt an invincible power — even Shi Hao ahead seemed insignificant.

He glanced around, clenched his fists, and said: "Come, fight!"

Wait, there are still a few hundred characters — I'll finish them later. Nah, I'll write it all tonight — tomorrow I start the Type-Moon arc.

(End of Chapter)