Simultaneous travel: Starting from returning to the main god space.

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"kill!!"

Among the crowd, the only one, Gao Sheng, stepped forward first, thrusting out his blood-red spear directly at Wu Xian's outstretched hand.

Seeing this, Wu Xian neither dodged nor avoided. He raised his right hand, and boundless starlight instantly surged from his palm, almost filling his entire field of vision.

With a sudden jolt, the high saint's expression changed drastically. The world he saw had changed; he seemed to be in a vast starry sky, with 365 stars shining brightly, drawing in billions of stars, operating in a wondrous way, radiating boundless power that was terrifying beyond imagination.

"The Great Luo Star Dou Primordial Formation!!"

The high-ranking saint who made the move screamed, and the other four celestial immortals also retreated rapidly as if they had seen a ghost, fearing that they would be affected by the dazzling starlight.

The Great Luo Star Dou Hongmeng Formation is one of the ten great killing formations of the prehistoric world. Its power is second only to the legendary Four Symbols, Five Elements and Eight Trigrams Formation, and it is on par with the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation and the Twelve Capital Heavenly Gods and Demons Formation.

However, when the human race defeated all other races and the two emperors of the Eastern Heaven perished, this formation was lost, with only a few fragments remaining. It was only after countless years of research that it was barely completed. It serves as the outer defensive formation of the prehistoric continent, but its power is far less than before.

Who exactly is this person, and why does he possess this legendary top-tier formation? Could he be one of the surviving members of the myriad races of the primordial era?

Unfortunately, no one responded to them.

Just as the high saint was about to escape, Wu Xian's palm lines disappeared. He flipped his wrist, and a terrifying spectacle appeared in his palm, with countless stars forming an array.

The immense power that obliterates stars exerts tremendous pressure, severing the opponent's connection with the outside world. Subtly, an even greater pressure exerts itself on every corner of his body.

In the next instant, the billions of stars in his palm transformed into a world-destroying torrent, engulfing the imprisoned High Saint and blasting him into dust. Even the blood-red spear was not spared and was completely annihilated.

That would be one thing, but a high-level saint is already a temporal, spatial, conceptual, and primordial being. Even an innate saint would find it difficult to truly kill him, at most destroying his physical form. But given enough time, his saintly path can revive in the crevices of the multiverse and be resurrected.

This is how it should be.

However, just as that saint's holy path was about to return to the higher dimensions, a dense darkness blocked his way.

That was the power of the dark dimension, which was also connected to higher dimensions. Upon discovering this sacred path, it immediately surrounded it like a shark smelling blood, constantly eroding its essence.

Faintly, a mournful wail echoed from the universe. The four celestial beings who had escaped trembled involuntarily, and their gazes toward Wu Xian were finally filled with fear.

It should be noted that in the Primordial Heavenly Court, although the rank of a Celestial Immortal is equivalent to that of a High Saint, there is a significant gap in their strength and status.

If we don't count formations and magical treasures, it often takes five or more Celestial Immortals to rival a High Saint.

Most importantly, high saints are extremely difficult to kill, and even if they die, they can rely on the path of sainthood to fight for resurrection. However, if a celestial being dies, he is truly dead and cannot be resurrected.

But at this moment, a high-level saint was instantly killed, and even the saint had no time to escape. If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed it even if they were beaten to death.

This is a Golden Immortal? Or is it an emperor disguised as a Golden Immortal?!

Thinking of this, the four celestial beings' expressions turned somber and uncertain, it was unclear whether they were terrified or frightened.

"Oh! You haven't run away yet. It seems the people of your Primordial Heavenly Court are all very brave."

Wu Xian absorbed the Holy Dao, which was enveloped by the Dark Dimension, into his Inner Universe Cave Heaven. He raised his eyes and smiled at the four Celestial Immortals who were caught in a dilemma. He raised his right hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist.

"In consideration of your hard work in sending me this gift across dimensions, I'll give you a chance to live—if you survive one of my punches, I'll let you go."

"Set up the formation!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the leading female celestial being waved her hand and created a profound array diagram. At the same time, four ancient longswords flew out and set up a vast array in the void of the universe, rivaling the Zhou Tian Star Array.

The Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation! It is neither copper, nor iron, nor steel; it was once hidden beneath Mount Sumeru. It is not forged by reversing Yin and Yang, but its sharpness is tempered by water and fire.

The Immortal Slayer's power is immense; the Immortal Slayer's demise is a consequence of his actions. The Immortal Trapping is a place where red light shines everywhere. The Immortal Slayer's transformations are infinitely wondrous, and even the Great Luo Immortals are stained with blood.

As the formation began, a crimson light shot into the sky, shrouding the heavens in chaos, making everything unknowable.

Endless sword light shot out, each strike capable of cleaving stars, the sword aura of annihilation and slaughter soared into the sky, and a long river of sword energy filled with destructive power suddenly enveloped Wu Xian in front of him.

Undoubtedly, because it is a replica, the power of this Zhuxian Sword Formation is far inferior to the original, but the Zhou Tian Xing Dou Grand Formation on the other side is also not complete.

The true Great Luo Star Dou Hongmeng Array requires 365 sages to form, and the person in charge of the array is none other than the former Two Emperors of the Eastern Heaven. Otherwise, the power it can unleash would be less than one-thousandth... no, it might be less than one-ten-thousandth.

Counterfeits vs. defective products – this battle is far from over!
"Haha! Not bad!"

Feeling the power of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation, Wu Xian laughed heartily, then took a step forward and thrust his fist forward.

In an instant, the hazy starry sky expanded infinitely, and heaven and earth were replaced by the nascent universe.

Centered on Wu Xian, one after another illusory celestial bodies appeared.

The stars expanded across the sky, then instantly contracted as Wu Xian threw a punch. The universe that originally covered the endless void was compressed and condensed into that ordinary fist.

"Eat my Galactic Explosion!!"

Buzz—!!!

The big sound is loud, the elephant is invisible.

The billions of stars trembled in terror, bursting forth with boundless brilliance, erasing the world-destroying sword light in one fell swoop, and then their momentum surged again and again until they completely tore apart the entire primordial void.

After a long while, the wind and waves subsided, and Wu Xian's unharmed figure reappeared, with four ancient longswords and a mysterious array diagram appearing in front of him.

Looking further afield, at the Xuanhuang fleet that had somehow become light-years away, a sarcastic smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"You've offended the Lord of the Dark Dimension and you still want to escape? What are you thinking?"

……

"This is the Chaos Xuanhuang Ship."

On a star in the Marvel dimension, within the Dark Dimension.

Inside the black palace, Wu Xian lay on a soft bed, while Zhao Yingkong and Zhan Lan leaned against his sides, breathing slightly, clearly having just experienced a fierce battle.

Meanwhile, Zhan Lan, whose face was still flushed, leaned against Wu Xian's chest, holding a flying boat that combined Chinese and cyberpunk styles in her hand, a hint of doubt flashing in her big eyes.

"Well, don't let its current state fool you, it's more than enough to take down several high-level saints. Even I can't easily destroy it. Take it back to Chu Xuan for him to study and see if we can mass-produce it."

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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