Chapter 219: True Immortals Can Only Be Slaves in the Immortal Realm? The One Who Kills You!

The Sea Emperor of the Immortal Realm descended, his massive body supporting the heavens, looking down from his lofty height at Chen Zheng at the far end of space and time, and without a hint of feeling said, "So you, mortal, have summoned even a fragment of my true spirit? It seems your body lacks my bloodline; who are you?"

Chen Zheng crossed his arms and said calmly, "Indeed, you are the one I summoned; I am the one who will kill you."

He knows the Sea Emperor's exact origin: he is a mighty being born in the primordial era, even older than the ancient age, in the Xuanhuang Great Ocean of the vast world.

At that time the Sea Emperor ruled over all sea peoples between heaven and earth, establishing an extremely prosperous civilization called the Lost Civilization, which terrified that era.

Even when the Three Emperors emerged in the ancient age, they could not completely obscure the Sea Emperor's fame.

The Sea Emperor even led the Lost Civilization to invade the continent and clashed with the Three Emperors before they were recognized as Heavenly Lords.

Later, the Sea Emperor ascended to the Immortal Realm, and the Lost Civilization, bereft of its leader, gradually declined.

Now, the Sea Emperor's bloodline has been completely eradicated, leaving only the branch on Wan Gui Immortal Island.

All members of this sect share the surname Wan; for countless years they have never intermarried with outsiders, in order to preserve the Sea Emperor's pure bloodline and eventually be able to acknowledge kinship with the Sea Emperor in the Immortal Realm.

"Audacious ant, how dare you desecrate my majesty!" the Sea Emperor's eyes chilled, his voice thundered like rolling thunder, as if the heavens raged, shattering infinite space.

He is the supreme Immortal Emperor of the Upper Realm, whose might shakes endless great continents, constantly at war with the Heavenly Court; he did not expect a mere minor figure from a Longevity secret realm in the lower world to speak to him like this, which was truly surprising.

Such a petty being, ignorant of the heavens and earth, has no right to exist.

Swish!

The oddly shaped blue longsword in his hand quivered slightly, tracing an unfathomably mysterious path; its blade rippled through past and present, stirring mountains and rivers, and slashed toward the far end of the spacetime wormhole.

"The sword is a fine sword, and the person is strong, but unfortunately neither is the true form, like a barnyard chicken or a mutt—worthless in a single strike and offering me little advancement." At the far end of space, atop Righteous Qi Peak, Chen Zheng shook his head.

The Sea Emperor he summoned with the life force of the entire Wan Gui Immortal Island sect is only as powerful as an ordinary True Immortal.

The oddly shaped longsword the Sea Emperor wields is called the Lost Sword, famed throughout the Immortal Realm, on par with the Judgment Spear, Vengeance Spear and other king‑grade celestial weapons, yet it is merely a phantom cast down from the Immortal Realm and of no use to him.

His current strength rivals that of a Heavenly Immortal, nearly standing atop the summit of the three thousand great worlds.

Accordingly, his further ascension is exceedingly difficult; refining ordinary Mixed Cavern realms, Void Immortals, True Immortals and the like yields only a minuscule boost to his cultivation.

Only by refining a Heavenly Immortal can he achieve a substantial increase.

Thus he summoned this so‑called Sea Emperor to the lower realm to assess his strength and see whether refining him could grant a major boost.

The result was disappointment.

The Sea Emperor still wasn't small enough to fit between his teeth.

But even a mosquito's leg, however tiny, is still flesh—better than nothing.

Chen Zheng moved, yet displayed no divine technique; he simply extended his arm into the spacetime conduit, flicked his fingers casually like playing a lute, and deflected the awe‑inspiring Lost Sword, causing it to veer off its intended course.

Then his arm stretched further, emerging from the spacetime conduit; his massive hand rose above the Gui Cang Continent, its palm and fingers unfurling like a scroll that blankets the landscape, covering the sea and reaching for the Sea Emperor.

"Hm? You, an ant of the third tier of Longevity, not even qualified to be the lowest‑rank slave in the Immortal Realm, yet you manage to withstand my Lost Sword—how is that possible?" the Sea Emperor's eyes were filled with disbelief.

In the Immortal Realm, every being is born at the first tier of Longevity, the Ten Thousand Lifespan Realm; after a short period of cultivation they can reach the seventh or eighth tier of Longevity, even up to the tenth tier.

But without becoming a Heavenly Immortal, they remain mere ants, unable even to break free from Earth's gravity to fly.

Such ants in the strictly tiered Immortal Realm are either casually slain by others, bitten to death by beasts, or forced into slavery, digging mines or gathering herbs for others, never seeing a chance to rise.

And Chen Zheng, placed in the Immortal Realm, is even lower than the vilest slave—at best a creature that struggles to walk, crawling clumsily on the ground—yet he can withstand the Sea Emperor's casual strike and even be seized with a single hand, which the Sea Emperor simply cannot comprehend.

But there was no time for him to ponder; Chen Zheng's massive hand was about to seize him.

"Pathetic ant, you dare desecrate my majesty; such a sin is unforgivable. Let me show you my self‑crafted ultimate killing technique, the Heavenly King Dragon‑Slaying Killing Path! Dying by this move will be your pride."

The Sea Emperor roared, and layers of sword aura rippled over the Lost Sword, unleashing a grand yet murderous sword art; the blade light spread like a sky‑covering veil, as fine as a thread, slashing toward Chen Zheng's massive hand.

"That ultimate killing technique is crap, not even trash."

Chen Zheng sneered, not even glancing at the Sea Emperor, and his massive hand, relentless, swept away all the sword light like clearing dead wood, grasped the Sea Emperor's neck in one grip, lifted and shrank it, returning to the summit of Righteous Qi Peak in Linglong Blessed Land.

"You dare seize me? I am a being that lives as long as heaven and earth; a single thought of mine can overturn one hundred thousand great continents, and the Heavenly Court fears me…" the Sea Emperor roared.

Slap!

Chen Zheng flicked a palm, striking the Sea Emperor's face, causing his head to tilt askew.

"Ant, you…"

The Sea Emperor's lungs were about to explode with anger; the lofty Immortal Emperor himself had his face slapped by someone fifteen realms below him—a disgrace of extraordinary humiliation.

Slap!

Another palm.

"Ant, you should die…"

Slap!

After a barrage of heavy ear‑slaps, the Sea Emperor's face was battered to ruin; finally he fell silent, staring at Chen Zheng with hateful eyes, as if to imprint his visage into his soul for future vengeance.

"Seeking revenge on me? When I return to the Immortal Realm, it will be the death of your true self."

Chen Zheng gave a cold smile, true fire surging from his hand, refining the Sea Emperor.

Boom—

He reached out again, grasped the Gui Cang Continent far out in the Great Northern Ocean, along with a massive tree growing beneath it.

The tree towered dozens of thousands of zhang, growing in the sea; its roots pierced the void, countless branches and leaves fluttered like azure dragons, greedily absorbing the dark Xuanwater from the Sea Eye.

This tree is called the Immortal Tea Tree, equivalent to an eighth‑tier Longevity powerhouse, a relic of ancient strongmen capable of communicating with the Sea Eye's power, and serves as one of Wan Gui Immortal Island's trump cards.

When Chen Zheng seized the tree, a snarling Elder Cang's face appeared on its trunk, opening its mouth to emit a guttural roar; in furious rage, branches and leaves twisted like black dragons, lashing at Chen Zheng.

But it was useless; Chen Zheng instantly suppressed it, crushing it into a small sapling planted at the foot of Righteous Qi Peak.

The Gui Cang Continent also continuously shrank in Chen Zheng's palm, becoming a palm‑sized island; with a casual toss he flung it toward the high heavens, where it entered the floating Mixed Primordial Boundless Diagram and landed in the hands of Jia Lan, who was inside the diagram cultivating pure Yang energy.

Indeed, the Mixed Primordial Boundless Diagram is now Linglong Blessed Land's sect‑defining celestial artifact, constantly drawing vast amounts of pure Yang energy for the sect.

Not only Jia Lan cultivates within the diagram; the newly empowered Linglong Immortal Sovereign with the Boundless Relic, the Chi Yuan Demon Lord, the Heart Demon Elder, the Yun Yun mother and daughter, and all members of the Star Cluster Gate who have joined the sect are also vigorously cultivating inside.

"Now that Jia Lan has an ultimate Dao artifact, not even a drop of mist water should fall; give her the Infernal Blood Pool of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect."

Chen Zheng muttered to himself, extending his palm once more, tearing through layer upon layer of spacetime, and entered in a straight line.

The next moment, he hauled back a massive blood pool, its blood vapors soaring skyward, blood waters raging, all composed of living beings' blood, a shocking scarlet.

This blood pool is the sect's prized Dao artifact, the Purgatorial Blood Pool, and the foundation for the sect's cultivation; as long as living beings are captured and their blood is poured into the pool to be transmuted into Blood Pills, members of the Blood Shadow Demon Sect can ingest the pills to advance their cultivation.

For years the Blood Shadow Demon Sect has slaughtered countless beings on countless stars to forge Blood Pills; their crimes are incalculable.

Today their end has come.

"Ah!"

"Spare me…"

Above the Purgatorial Blood Pool, blood shadows surge wildly, shrieking in terror; they are the sect's strongmen, including Supreme Elder, founder‑level figures, and the sect's master, the Blood Shadow Great Emperor.

This emperor is famed throughout the Xuan Huang Xuan Xuan Huang Da Shijie Shijie Xuan Xuan Huang Da Shijie Shijie, striking terror into countless cultivators over the ages, yet before Chen Zheng he is pitifully weak, like a sick cat bereft of claws, pleading for mercy to no avail; Chen Zheng blows him away in one breath, annihilating the entire Blood Shadow Demon Sect.

The Purgatorial Blood Pool was tossed by Chen Zheng into the Chaos Primordial Boundless Diagram, landing in Yan Shui's hand.

Afterward, Chen Zheng glanced toward the Taiyi Gate, saw little activity there, stepped forward, and vanished onto Righteous Qi Peak, destination unknown.

……

Cultivation Great World.

Woo—woo—woo!

Within the various major Refining Treasure Secret Workshops of Fenbao Rock, a series of long horn blasts rang out, one after another, as if heralding glory, igniting the blood of countless Refining Treasure Masters busy forging artifacts.

"Is Miss Mi Bao finally coming to inspect our various Refining Treasure Secret Workshops? It is said she not only captivates the nation and the world, but is also a disciple of the Supreme Nine Pure Heavens, already a Void Immortal, and this time she received a message from the Treasure Lord to return and inherit Fenbao Rock."

"Void Immortal, even though we are dominant beings in this Cultivation Great World, if I can win her favor when presenting gifts later, I'll become prosperous! Even a kiss would be even better!"

"The Young Master of Horizon Sea Pavilion has been pining for Miss Mi Bao for years, only to be repeatedly rejected; you, a toad, still dream of eating swan meat? Stop fantasizing, hurry to the Hall of Offering Treasures and present your gifts to the Miss."

"Alas, I'm only a four‑star Refining Treasure Master, not even qualified to present gifts to Miss Mi Bao…"

The Refining Treasure Secret Workshop erupted into chaos; high‑star Refining Treasure Masters, excited, left their workshops en masse, rushing toward the source of the horn blasts.

Chen Zheng's avatar did the same, swiftly passing through spatial nodes to arrive at a grand hall.

Here is the so‑called Hall of Offering Treasures, already filled with many Refining Treasure Masters, each eagerly awaiting, flexing their fists, waiting for Miss Mi Bao to appear, to present the artifacts they have painstakingly forged, hoping to win her favor.

Chen Zheng, expression unchanged, moved to a corner of the hall and sent a voice to a burly, whiskered man, asking, "Daoist friend Yuan, how is the situation?"

This man is the Deputy Patriarch Yuan Potian of the Zuma Divine Cult, who, like him, infiltrated Fenbao Rock to seek the source of all evil.

"Young Master Chen, these past days I have investigated thoroughly and located the exact position of the source of all evil, which lies within a mysterious world deep inside Fenbao Rock," the whiskered man said, voice steady.

Chen Zheng, delighted, promised, "When the offering ceremony ends, you will immediately take me into that world; once I obtain the source of all evil, I will elevate you from the Mixed Cave Realm Peak to True Immortal."

"Thank you, Young Master Chen!" the whiskered man exclaimed, thrilled, without a hint of doubt.

Chen Zheng's defiance of heaven was something he had witnessed with his own eyes back in the Zuma Great World.

Buzz!

As they spoke, spacetime rifts suddenly cracked open above the hall, scattering clusters of heavenly blossoms formed from pure Yang Qi.

The hall was showered with a dazzling, multicolored rain of blossoms.

Amid the endless blossom rain, a tower ship materialized out of thin air, resembling the great vessel of an ancient primordial god, immensely grand.

From the great vessel, countless small ships flew out, each crowded with cultivators of the Undying Body realm, holding ritual conches, drums, horns, and the like, playing in unison, sending forth resonant sounds.

Endless glory, endless splendor, endless hymns all pointed to one person, a young lady standing atop the tower ship.

The girl was not tall, yet her aura transcended ordinary mortals, her features likewise; eyebrows like crescents, eyes like autumn water, and behind her, successive holy divine rings rotated slowly, imperiously untouchable.

She is Miss Mi Bao.

The many Refining Treasure Masters below, upon seeing her, had their gazes blaze, as if gazing upon a goddess.

At that moment, from the topmost deck of the tower ship emerged a giant man, five zhang tall, with a bull's head—indeed an ancient divine beast, Jiang Ang.

"Silence!"

Jiang Ang roared, his voice shaking the four directions, suppressing all noise; a pin‑drop could be heard.

"All Refining Treasure Masters, according to their star ranks, ascend to the Wanbao Tower Ship and present gifts to the Miss one by one; during this, no chatter, no contention," Jiang Ang's voice, imbued with the power of the world, resonated in everyone's hearts.

Swish—swish—swish!

The many Refining Treasure Masters sprang up, landing one after another on the top deck of the treasure ship.

Chen Zheng also arrived here, standing with the whiskered man at the rear of the crowd, casting a glance at Miss Mi Bao before withdrawing his gaze, waiting calmly for the ceremony to end.

"Miss, I have gathered countless rare materials and spent seven hundred years in the Refining Treasure Secret Workshop to painstakingly forge the Nine Heavens Divine Phoenix Hairpin; once placed upon the head, it will surely outshine all beauties…"

"Miss…"

Each Refining Treasure Master, in turn, presented artifacts to Miss Mi Bao, flattering one after another with endless compliments, making Chen Zheng's ears feel like they were about to form cocoons.

Two hours passed in a flash.

His brows gradually furrowed.

There were over a hundred thousand 5‑star, 6‑star, and 7‑star Refining Treasure Masters; each, while presenting gifts, babbled incessantly, such that even three days and three nights would not suffice.

Too much time wasted.

We cannot wait any longer.

"Daoist friend Yuan, come with me."

Chen Zheng sent a voice to Yuan, then pushed through the crowd, moving to the front to first present his and Yuan's artifacts to Miss Mi Bao.

Then go find the source of all evil.

At that moment, a young man with a red silk ribbon tied around his head, handsome features and resolute eyes, stepped in front of him and the whiskered man. (End of chapter)