Immortality starts from the liver proficiency

Chapter 597 Leaving
Wherever the silk threads passed, the deep structures supporting the celestial realm emitted a teeth-grinding groan, and the erosion and disintegration of this realm could be seen with the naked eye...

It's like a giant, decaying tree being eaten away by millions of termites.

Rather than being the True Lord of Universal Salvation, it was more like a giant predator perched on the corpse, greedily sucking up the last remaining innate Daoist essence of this celestial realm.

That Heavenly Emperor constitutes the Dao Fruit that forms the foundation of the Heavenly Court's existence.

Xu Yunfan could sense that the authority and supreme position that originally belonged to the Heavenly Court of this world were being meticulously torn apart and devoured into the cave of the True Lord of Universal Salvation.

The will of Heaven in the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm was naturally somewhat dissatisfied with this, but faced with the Golden Core True Monarch who believed that his fate was in his own hands, he still felt somewhat helpless and instinctively intensified his devouring of the Heavenly Realm.

With each wisp of the primordial essence extracted, the sky cracked even more completely.

Echoing this is a massive shadow covering most of the celestial dome, which is the root of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

It resembled an indescribably massive, dark red celestial body, forcefully squeezing into this realm from the shattered void beyond the heavens.

Its edges rubbed fiercely against the spatial barrier of the celestial realm, and each tremor triggered a violent spatial collapse that spread for thousands of miles.

The outer layer of the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm is not rocky earth, but rather writhing fleshy tentacles that seem to have life.

Wherever it passed, the void barrier of the celestial realm disappeared inch by inch, piece by piece, like prey being torn apart and devoured by a giant beast, completely covered and assimilated by the wriggling roots.

The Celestial Realm, once a sacred crown hanging above countless smaller worlds, is now riddled with holes and is about to return to chaos and nothingness.

Its final lament was the spatial rifts that spread throughout the world and the never-ending void storms.

Xu Yunfan calmly withdrew his gaze, his divine sense spreading out rapidly like invisible tentacles.

In this vast ruin formed by the dust of the apocalypse, using the secret techniques of celestial cause and effect, they precisely searched for the top-tier remnants that had not been completely looted in the previous rounds, or that could only be born and emerge on the edge of destruction.

In the apocalypse, world treasures are naturally born.

A shimmering light appeared as he absorbed objects emanating ancient or strange energy into his sleeve.

This is a rare opportunity; you'll regret it if you miss it.

Rare treasures and fragments of Daoist wisdom were continuously thrown into the Qiankun Sleeve.

Xu Yunfan's speed was as fast as a ghost, and his eyesight was precise.

He could even sense several powerful divine senses occasionally intersecting in the shadows, filled with vigilance and probing, but no one would linger for a mere Foundation Establishment cultivator like him.

Furthermore, he is wearing a sign that reads "True Lord Qingyuan" above his head.

The divine light of the True Lord of Universal Salvation grew ever brighter, and the deafening roar of the writhing and devouring Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm filled the air as time ticked by.

Finally, when the last incomparably powerful divine sense swept across the depths of a shattered temple and confirmed that there was no longer a trace of valuable source material remaining, Xu Yunfan's figure soared into the sky.

He must leave this world; if he doesn't, he will be in great danger if this world is destroyed.

The treasure hidden in his sleeve was heavy, filled with the most abundant spoils of this trip.

As he sped back, Xu Yunfan paused briefly, his gaze falling upon the mortal realm below, which had become a true inferno.

These mortal kingdoms had long since been reduced to scorched earth and ruins by the earth-shattering initial impact. The few survivors were completely numb, either huddled in the corners of collapsed mountain caves waiting to die, or wandering aimlessly under the blood-red sky like walking corpses.

The moment the sky above completely collapses and vanishes, the billions of living beings that depend on the celestial realm, along with the countless smaller worlds below, will silently turn into a wisp of dust in the void.

Xu Yunfan withdrew his gaze, showing no trace of pity.

To be fair, the actions of the Yuanshi Sect are indeed in line with the style of extraterrestrial demons. Not only the Yuanshi Sect, but also the Bodhi Pure Land and the Wancheng Sword Sect are the same. And Xu Yunfan, as a disciple of the Yuanshi Sect who made outstanding contributions in the vanguard battles, is essentially the same in his actions of seizing what he needs from destruction.

A complex, indescribable feeling slowly settled down and merged into his Dao foundation.

Well, as a disciple of the Primordial Sect, it's hard to break free from it.

Xu Yunfan didn't linger. He transformed into an inconspicuous streak of star-gray light and sped towards the outer edge of the Heavenly Realm, towards the entrance to the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm.

Leaving the core of that dilapidated realm, the scene before them suddenly changed.

A vast, colorless, and empty platform appeared before my eyes.

This is a transitional zone where the old world is annihilated and the entrance to the new world intertwine.

In the distance, the massive entrance to the Taihua Spirit Ruins Realm, which filled the entire field of vision, was constantly expanding and contracting, like a writhing giant mouth devouring the last remnants of the Heavenly Realm. Each writhing movement brought a silent spatial tremor.

Countless dark red streams of light, like enormous blood vessels, shimmered around the entrance, continuously pumping the devoured essence back into the depths of the Spirit Ruins Realm.

In front of the entrance, in this void area known as the First Ascent Platform, several figures stood. Some were surrounded by golden flames that seemed to solidify, some exuded an aura as vast as an unfathomable nebula, and others were majestic beings with inner Buddhist light yet hidden oppressive power. Each of them occupied a side, and although their auras were not connected, they cut off and sealed off this void.

They are all Golden Core True Monarchs.

His escape light instantly contracted to its limit, becoming inconspicuous, and he respectfully flew forward along the edge of the safe passage tacitly approved by these beings.

The air was filled with the fluctuations of divine sense probing, which swept over every corner like ripples on water. The terrifying will contained within was enough to make the soul of a Foundation Establishment cultivator tremble.

Xu Yunfan lowered his gaze. Within his dantian, the primordial power, which had been baptized by the Dao Fruit of the Heavenly Realm Taiyin Xuanjian, quietly circulated, urging the secret technique of the Yuanshi Sect to conceal cause and effect. Like water flowing over solid stone, it even perfectly concealed and covered up all the magical power fluctuations belonging to the late stage of Foundation Establishment.

Although the Golden Core True Monarch was as powerful as the sun and the heavens, he deliberately concealed his strength. Unless one conducted a thorough investigation, one could only conclude that he was still in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment and had a solid foundation.

Soon, Xu Yunfan clearly locked his sights on the center of the first platform, where a floating stone palace stood.

The plaque outside the hall bears two ancient seal script characters.

Qingyuan.

This was the temporary residence of the Golden Core True Lord and the Pure Source True Lord, who had invaded the Heavenly Realm during the Yuanshi Sect's invasion.

As a disciple of True Lord Qingyuan, Xu Yunfan naturally had to go and request a gift.

As they approached the stone hall, the oppressive aura emanating from the Golden Core realm suddenly intensified.

It was as if millions of pounds of invisible black iron had suddenly descended upon him.

Xu Yunfan dared not be negligent. He descended the stone steps, straightened his robe and hat, and bowed deeply to the bottom.

"Disciple Xu Yunfan pays respects to True Lord Qingyuan!"

His voice was clear and resonant, piercing through the void, conveying the disciple's respectful greeting to his elder.

The silence lasted only a barely perceptible moment.

The seemingly heavy stone door of the stone hall opened silently inward.

Inside the gate, instead of ornate beams and painted rafters, there was a deep, swirling celestial palace with flowing, clear air illuminating a figure seated on a cloud platform in the void.

(End of this chapter)