Chapter 198: Three Lives Stone, Slay the Immortal! Having Kids Is Super Easy!

Wu Guanjia's skull was slapped into his chest cavity by the True Demon Primordial Spirit with a single palm, squeezing until his chest tore open, revealing ghastly white bones, blood spurted out like a bursting flood, turning the starry sky into a sea of blood, extremely brutal.

"Ah, borrowing power from withering and flourishing, invincible Chaos Cavern, burning longevity for a hundred thousand years! Brat, you can't kill me—go die!"

Wu Guanjia was aroused into ferocity, madly roaring, he unleashed the Longevity Burning Secret Method, causing his magic power to surge, transforming from a headless person into a gigantic black hole that enveloped a region of tens of thousands of light-years around him.

Light, stars, primordial energy, space and the like were mercilessly devoured by the black hole, presenting a state of primordial unity.

This is the Chaos Cavern of a Longevity Eighth Level cultivator.

It is said that any attack striking the Chaos Cavern, or entering it, will be dissolved and digested.

The Chaos Cavern can be called invincible.

And within Wu Guanjia's Chaos Cavord, mixed in are the laws of world, creation, time, etc., as well as the Great Severing Technique, Great Aperture Technique and other divine abilities, all frantically squeezing and bombarding the True Demon Primordial Spirit.

At the critical moment of life and death, he went all out, wanting to counter-kill Chen Zheng.

Unfortunately, it was of no use.

The True Demon Primordial Spirit was like a mighty dam, unmoved by the flood's rush, forever towering.

And with a single punch, he blasted out, utterly destroying Wu Guanjia's all laws and divine abilities such as the Three Thousand Great Dao.

The Chaos Cavern, famed to devour everything, was struck by a fist, making a "crack" sound, spider‑web cracks appeared, and it instantly shattered into pieces.

Boom!

A blood‑soaked, emaciated figure fell from the sky, landing in the True Demon Primordial Spirit's hand—it was the headless Wu Guanjia, on the verge of death.

"Senior, spare my life—I've cultivated for a hundred thousand years, it's not easy..." Wu Guanjia could no longer act tough, begging in terror.

The True Demon Primordial Spirit said nothing, his face expressionless; the "Refining" true fire in his hand ignited, burning Wu Guanjia into a puddle of liquid.

Wu Guanjia, an existence equivalent to a sect's patriarch, thus fell.

The True Demon Primordial Spirit sat back upon the ancient throne, seized a flash of the essence this person left behind, and it merged into the body of Chen Zheng standing far away.

Chen Zheng's inner magic power instantly surged, reaching 1,600,000 strands of Primordial Heavenly Dragon Strength.

"Refining this Wu Guanjia, I gained four hundred thousand strands of Primordial Heavenly Dragon Strength—not bad, worth the twenty days I hung him up. Moreover, this Dao artifact Infinite Everlasting Sand is also excellent."

Chen Zheng's face showed satisfaction; he reached out toward the distance, grasping for the transparent bowl that had flown from Wu Guanjia's hand, which contained the Infinite Everlasting Sand.

Infinite Everlasting Sand is far stronger than ordinary supreme Dao artifacts; someone like Wu Guanjia, an ordinary Longevity Eighth Level cultivator, could never refine it—it was forged by Qi Zhenjun, who spent 56,000 years gathering countless grains of everlasting sand from the Boundless Great World.

If this treasure were taken to the Great Cultivation World to sell, it would definitely fetch a heavenly price—at least hundreds of trillions of Pure Yang Pills.

By then, with a large quantity of pills, Chen Zheng's magic power amount could be increased further.

With the "Separate" and "Combine" characters, magic power has become Chen Zheng's current key path to boosting combat power.

The stronger the basic magic power, the better the effect when myriad clones merge and stack, and combat power likewise grows stronger.

As for the quality of magic power, as he cultivates more and more Calamity Characters and comprehends them deeper, it constantly improves automatically.

"Who killed my offspring?"

"Who killed Wu Guanjia?"

"Who dares to seize my Infinite Everlasting Sand?"

Just as Chen Zheng's outstretched hand grabbed the bowl, a sudden change occurred—a voice emanated from the bowl, like a sovereign of all ages questioning a sinner across distant time and space, bearing an indescribable tyrannical majesty that pierced sun and moon, moved the universe.

"It's Qi Zhenjun!" Chen Zheng's expression shifted slightly; he guessed who the speaker was.

It is absolutely the master of the True Lord Pavilion, transmitting the sound from the Great Cultivation World via the magic power imprint left within the Infinite Everlasting Sand.

He hurriedly employed the Great Seal Technique to seal the bowl's artifact spirit, and used the "Refining" character to forcibly erase the magic power imprint that Qi Zhenjun had left inside.

Then he shook his hand, gathering the countless grains of everlasting sand that Wu Guanjia had previously released back into the bowl.

Immediately, without a word, he unleashed the True Demon Calamity Wave Phantom Divine Path, fleeing at full speed in one direction.

Pop!

He had barely fled a short distance when this star field suddenly rippled with wave after wave, spreading like water ripples.

At the center of the ripples appeared a tiny point, like the singularity of all things, emitting brilliant light that illuminated the dark eight wildernesses of the universe as daylight.

From the singularity flowed a mysterious aura, vast and magnificent, belonging neither to cultivators nor to mortals, but to the Immortal that all Dao seekers pursue lifelong, the Immortal's principles.

"You came fast."

Chen Zheng felt intense danger, his hairs standing on end; he knew it was Qi Zhenjun exerting great magic power, intending to descend into this universe to kill him, so he sped up even more.

This place is who knows how many hundreds of millions of light‑years from the Great Cultivation World; even at Chen Zheng's speed, it would take three or four hours to reach.

Qi Zhenjun is actually this fast—it seems he'll descend any moment; truly worthy of being a Longevity Ninth Level Void Immortal.

Such a Void Immortal existence—even if Chen Zheng's clone used every means, could not resist in the slightest.

Because the Void Immortal has already touched the Immortal character, stepped into the Immortal realm; although only a "void" Immortal, its life form is on a completely different level from those below Void Immortal.

Below the Immortal, all are ants.

Just seeing that Qi Zhenjun, in a few words, is about to come from the Great Cultivation World into Chen Zheng's universe, shows how terrifying a Void Immortal is.

If Qi Zhenjun arrives and attacks Chen Zheng, this clone will surely die without a burial place.

The gap is too great.

Hum!

In the flash of Chen Zheng's thought, those ripples had already spread across the entire star field, like a world‑ending calamity, causing countless billions of stars to collapse utterly, vanishing into silence and nothingness, horrifying to the extreme.

If Chen Zheng weren't fast enough, by now he would have entered another star field and also been swept by that ripple, his body reduced to nothing.

Yet atop the singularity at the very center of the ripples, a lofty, faint shadow was rapidly solidifying.

This is a person whose face is blurred, nine feet tall, wearing a brocade robe, with a jade cord tied at the waist, broad hands radiating light, master of the world's most terrifying power.

In the blink of an eye he fully solidified—a middle‑aged man with thick eyebrows, light beard, clean fair complexion, yet bearing the air of having weathered vast changes, smiling at the rise and fall of sun and moon.

This person is Qi Zhenjun, a Longevity Ninth Level Void Immortal, unbelievably strong, like the eternal Heavenly Dao; his thoughts fill every corner of the universe, instantly locking onto Chen Zheng over a hundred thousand light‑years away.

"Kneel, hand over the Infinite Everlasting Sand."

Qi Zhenjun spoke, his tone calm, yet his bearing lofty—hands behind his back, eyes closed, as if the splendid heavens, billions of beings, and countless miles of mortal dust were all unworthy of his gaze.

Chen Zheng paid no attention, merely his face tense, still fleeing desperately, countless stars behind him receding.

"A lowly little worm, also dares to dream of escaping before this lord?"

True Lord Qi spoke again, his tone carrying contempt and a hint of surprise, as if he hadn't expected Chen Zheng to dare defy his will.

But he still didn't open his eyes, instead his face turned cold: "Come crawl before this lord."

He moved, extending a hand; the speed looked slow, yet it was powerful.

Moreover, his palm glowed with boundless immortal light, within which immortal Dao runes swarmed densely.

Wherever the light reached, the interstellar space before his palm continually twisted and compressed, and the star field where Chen Zheng was located gradually shrank, falling toward his palm.

He actually intended to grasp the entire star field in his palm, making Chen Zheng inside it a turtle in a jar.

Such methods are truly terrifying; almost no one could escape them.

Yet in just a few flickers, Chen Zheng had already left that shrinking star field and entered another.

"Huh?"

True Lord Qi was genuinely surprised this time, not expecting Chen Zheng to dodge his casual grab.

He opened his eyes, his gaze sharp as an eagle, staring coldly at Chen Zheng's back: "You can't escape. Tell me, who are you, and what secrets do you hold?"

Chen Zheng halted his steps, turned back, and faced him across the star field, asking: "If I say it, will you let me go? I killed your son Qi Minghao."

True Lord Qi said leisurely: "Losing a son is nothing; I can't even recall how many offspring I have now. Even if I had none, a casual move could make women bear hundreds of millions. Speak honestly; if what you say has value, I wouldn't mind taking you as my adopted son, letting you replace Qi Minghao's position, and even bestowing the innumerable sands upon you. How about it?"

"Really? Then I'll consider it."

Chen Zheng's face showed a moved expression, as if stirred by True Lord Qi's words, but in fact he was stalling for time.

Meanwhile, deep within the distant Exquisite Blessed Land, in the hall atop Righteous Qi Peak, his true body suddenly opened its eyes, the black pupils full of ruthless color: "What of a Void Immortal? Dare to hunt me, and you will die."

His true body's consciousness sank into the Sheep Skin Scroll hidden deep in his mind, arriving before the Three Lives Stone floating in the Chaotic Space; with divine sense as brush and essence blood as ink, stroke by stroke, he painstakingly wrote something upon the Three Lives Stone.

(End of chapter)