Chapter 123: Ancient Titans Collapse! Human Emperor's Pen: You Call Me a Dao Companion?

As Fan Qingying and Wan Qingshan struck it, a massive sound instantly rang from the towering body of the Human Emperor's Pen.

"Who are you? How dare you speak so brazenly before me, claiming to control the life and death of the heavens? Even the Taiyi Sect wouldn't utter such hubris; aren't you afraid the wind will flash your tongue? I advise you to hand over the Heavenly Crystal Stone quickly, perhaps I will spare your life!"

Tens of thousands of li away, Wan Qingshan saw that his strike missed Chen Zheng and instead hit a massive Heavenly Crystal Stone; he was first stunned, then sneered disdainfully, his gaze toward the stone turning scorching and greedy.

It should be known that a thumb-sized Heavenly Crystal Stone can be merged into a Dao artifact, rendering it unmatched in sturdiness.

If taken to trade with the three largest merchant guilds in the world, it could fetch a sky‑high price.

But now, the Heavenly Crystal Stone ahead is larger than a mountain, its value utterly incalculable.

Even selling Wan Gui Immortal Island wouldn't be enough to purchase it.

This is defying Heaven itself!

If he can pocket it, Wan Qingshan will soar to the clouds, and his future achievements will reach a level no one can imagine.

Catching up with the Linglong Immortal Lord is not impossible!

At this moment, his heart swelled with excitement,

even his anger toward Chen Zheng vanished, giving way to a hint of gratitude.

Had Chen Zheng not panic and lead him here, how could he have obtained such a treasure as the Heavenly Crystal Stone?

Chen Zheng has indeed bestowed upon him a favor worthy of cultivation.

He decided that, to repay Chen Zheng's kindness, he would make the latter's death a bit more gratifying later.

As for the voice emanating from the Heavenly Crystal Stone, he paid little mind.

He has cultivated for millennia; what arrogant scoundrels hasn't he seen, what boastful bluster hasn't he heard?

Even last time, Wan Lianshan, the first true transmission of Wan Gui Immortal Island, boasted within the Linglong Blessed Land that he would eradicate the entire Yuhua Sect.

But who would take him seriously?

Moreover, with defying Heaven before his eyes, how could he cower because of someone else's reckless words?

Thus, after uttering a single sentence, he charged wildly toward the Heavenly Crystal Stone, lest Fan Qingying snatch it away.

"Greedy, lustful fool."

Below, Chen Zheng watched the scene, his gaze at Wan Qingshan as if looking at a corpse.

That Wan Qingshan truly rushes to his own death.

Even if the Human Emperor's Pen has fallen several ranks, its brilliance no longer as before, it is still beyond what a modest first‑rank immortal of the Eternal Life sect could claim.

But soon, Chen Zheng furrowed his brows again.

Because Fan Qingying did not rush to seize the Human Emperor's Pen, but stood still, her pure face showing a startled, uncertain expression.

She seemed to recognize the origin of the Human Emperor's Pen?

Or perhaps she grew suspicious?

Come to think of it, she was raised by the Divine Race since childhood, constantly exposed to their ways, and must have known many ancient secrets, including the details of the Divine Race's invasion of the Xuanhuang Great World.

Especially the Human Emperor's Pen, forged in ancient times by the Human Emperor's participation in the Dao of Humanity, is hailed as the sharpest weapon in the world.

No blade, spear, sword, or halberd can compare to its pen tip.

In former years, the Human Emperor, as the main force against the Divine Race's cataclysm, wielded the great pen to slay countless divine beings, striking terror into the Divine Race; it was famed as the ancient world's foremost weapon, so it is reasonable that she could recognize it instantly.

Chen Zheng at this moment had no time to pay attention to her.

Just as Wan Qingshan rushed toward the Human Emperor's Pen, the civilization‑pen that had slumbered in the river of history fully revived, exuding a primeval, desolate aura.

The towering body of the Human Emperor's Pen, forged from the Heavenly Crystal Stone, began to shrink continuously, in an instant reducing by countless billions of times, becoming a tiny crystal pen.

"From the ancient ages to the present, across the heavens and myriad realms, countless races and celestial beings, no one has ever dared to claim the Human Emperor's Pen immortal; yet you dare—good, very good!"

The Human Emperor's Pen emitted ancient syllables, each word like a hammer of the Dao, striking the ten directions, causing the earth to quake incessantly.

"What are you saying? You are from ages before the ages, the Human Emperor's… Human Emperor's Pen?!"

Wan Qingshan's greedy gaze vanished in an instant, turning to sheer horror as he let out a mute scream.

Heavens!

What terrifying being has he truly provoked!

It is like ground‑crawling ants, ignorant of death, desecrating the lofty gods and inciting their wrath.

Absolutely unimaginable!

There was no time for him to think further. *Swoosh! *

The Human Emperor's Pen moved, drawing a single stroke toward Wan Qingshan—iron hook, silver line—as if the ancient Human Emperor were rewriting the Heavenly Dao, bearing supreme Dao resonance.

Its sharpness reached the utmost.

Wan Qingshan's soul felt as if it were being torn completely in two.

He suppressed his fear and summoned a teal‑gray treasure tower, hovering above his head.

The tower swelled with the wind, instantly becoming a ninety‑nine‑story colossal tower, endless divine light pouring from it like myriad stars, dazzling to the extreme, enveloping him tightly.

It is a Dao artifact he forged over millennia, named the Qingming Tower, which has subdued countless great foes, its ferocity legendary.

Yet the next moment, merely touching the Human Emperor's Pen blade, the Qingming Tower crumbled like tofu, being split cleanly in half from the middle.

The pen blade did not cease, continuing to carve.

"Ah, Chen Zheng, you have ruined my four thousand years of cultivation, you shall not die a good death…"

Watching...

Wan Qingshan let out a hateful roar, leapt toward the sky, trying to break free from the earth and escape to the heavens.

But the Human Emperor's Pen emitted a terrifying force that enveloped him, sealing the space, leaving him no escape, forcing him to await death.

He was unwilling.

Full of hatred!

He and the Linglong Immortal Lord are contemporaries, with ten thousand years still ahead; had Chen Zheng not guided him, he would never have fallen into such a predicament.

What's the use of hating again?

With a single stroke of the Human Emperor's Brush, Myriad Azure Mountain exploded, blood rained down, splattering the void, dyeing vast stretches of land red.

A myriad‑ancient giant fell.

Swish!

Seeing this horrific sight, Fan Qingying, who had already sensed danger and fled far away, turned deathly pale as paper in an instant.

She had also attacked the Human Emperor's Brush earlier.

Will the Brush move against her?

She gritted her silver teeth, and a huge sword five feet long, etched with mysterious patterns, flew from her body.

The sword's body was ancient and heavy, surging with endless chaotic qi mixed with lightning, spreading across heaven and earth, constantly exploding, as if to engulf all things and remake the world.

Superior-grade Dao artifact, Great Chaos Thunder Sword!

As soon as the sword appeared, Fan Qingying immediately moved, entering the sword's inner space, driving it to rush wildly toward the ground, far faster than her own flight speed.

But just then, the Human Emperor's Brush lightly stroked again, pulling at the time rule, slowing the flow of time around the Great Chaos Thunder Sword.

The sword moved as slowly as a turtle.

Oh no!

Fan Qingying inside the sword felt dire, urgently unleashing the secret art of burning her essence blood, desperately driving the Great Chaos Thunder Sword to break free from the time rule's shackles.

But with her cultivation, she could not unleash much of the power of a superior‑grade Dao artifact.

Moreover, the gap in strength between her and the Human Emperor's Brush was too vast, making it utterly futile.

Clang clang clang!

Fortunately, at that moment the ground beneath the Human Emperor's Brush violently shook for some unknown reason, and the roar of thrashing iron chains rang out, as if an unparalleled great demon were trying to break free of its seal and emerge.

The Human Emperor's Brush could no longer attend to Fan Qingying; the tiny brush transformed again into a massive heavenly crystal, pressing down upon its former position.

Taking the opportunity, Fan Qingying finally broke free of her confinement, driving the Great Chaos Thunder Sword to shatter the ground blocks and vanish.

What a pity.

Chen Zheng sighed, unsure whether he regretted the destruction of Myriad Azure Mountain's Dao artifact by the Human Emperor's Brush, or Fan Qingying's escape, or both.

He shook his head, flew up from below to face the Human Emperor's Brush, and cupped his hands, saying, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, for your help."

Young man, you're not bad—you can still jump around alive after being chased by a myriad‑ancient giant—but calling me a fellow Daoist is a bit too much.

(End of chapter)