Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 448 Crisis Arrives, Departure

At this moment, Blood Sea True Immortal's heart was surging with murderous intent.

That meticulously crafted blood bead was far too tempting to possess. It only required the sacrifice of a sufficient number of beings second only to those at the Law Realm to directly increase one's lifespan by three thousand years!

This may not sound earth-shattering, but you should know that in this vast universe, star fields are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges, and galaxies are even more endless.

While those who comprehend the laws of nature and become overlords are rare, perhaps only one in thousands of star systems could be born.

However, those "quasi-laws" or "peak surface-level" beings that are capable of destroying planetary surface civilizations are as numerous as dust particles in a galaxy.

This means that, as long as the channels are open and the means are sufficient, it is theoretically possible to accumulate a terrifying lifespan measured in "epochs" by harvesting the lives of those almost endless "ants"!

Such a treasure for prolonging life is a precious opportunity that would make even immortal immortals envious and worth planning for countless years.

To refine it, the Blood Sea Immortal consumed countless rare treasures, slaughtered countless races with special bloodlines or traits, and finally, in that remote star field, used an entire divine civilization as the final "breeding ground" and "sacrifice" for the final gestation and refinement.

Now, the cooked duck has flown away, and not even a trace of its breath can be sensed. How could He not be angry?

The killing intent almost materialized into crimson lightning, which exploded in the sea of ​​stars.

However, anger did not completely consume reason.

That's why He felt something unusual and eerie.

He is a true immortal!

Even in the vast and boundless universe, filled with powerful beings, it is one of the supreme beings standing at the top of the pyramid, overlooking the birth and death of billions of stars.

Someone touched the treasure he had painstakingly crafted, yet he could not sense any cause or effect or connection to it. Even with the abilities of a true immortal, he could not deduce or perceive any clues.

This is something no ordinary "thief" could do.

Either the other party possesses an extremely high level of ability to conceal heavenly secrets or a treasure;

Either the spacetime or rules of the place where the incident occurred underwent an unpredictable change;

Either way, it involves calculations by beings at the same or even higher levels.

Either possibility implies danger.

Countless schemes surfaced in the blood-red eyes of the Blood Sea True Immortal.

The treasure must be retrieved, but His newly awakened true form is not worth risking personal danger by heading straight to that remote star region known to be suspicious, just for the sake of a moment of anger.

It is not wise to do something that is more harmful than beneficial.

"snort----"

A cold snort seemed to echo the lament of ten thousand souls, washing over the sea of ​​blood.

With a slight thought, a blood-red talisman pierced through layers of space and descended to the edge of a star field, to a magnificent black palace suspended in a desolate star system—the Seventh Palace of the Underworld.

Inside the hall, the Hall Master, the Skeleton Demon Lord, who was comprehending the Laws of Slaughter, suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils flickering with ghostly flames, a hint of surprise flashing across his face.

A divine edict from a true immortal?

He dared not be negligent. With a flicker, he tore through space and appeared at the edge of the sea of ​​blood. Through the endless churning crimson, he bowed respectfully to the terrifying presence deep within, his posture extremely courteous.

"Disciple Skeleton pays homage to the True Immortal! Congratulations on your emergence from seclusion, True Immortal! May your divine might be boundless and your demonic path prosper forever!" Skeleton Demon Lord's voice was loud and clear, filled with undisguised awe and flattery.

As a powerful being at the Law Realm, he ruled over countless star rivers, could shatter stars with a single thought, and had countless dead under his command. He was usually a powerful and influential figure who held the power of life and death.

But in the face of a true immortal, he deeply understood that there was no essential difference between himself and an ant, especially when facing the Blood Sea Immortal, who was known for his ruthlessness.

The Blood Sea Immortal's blurry figure was not fully revealed; only his double-pupil-like blood-red eyes stared indifferently at the Skeleton Demon Lord, as if examining a tool.

"Bones, you have been in the sect for 80,000 years, and your cultivation is still acceptable."

The True Immortal's voice resounded directly into the depths of the Demon Lord's soul, calm and undisturbed: "I currently have a matter that requires my assistance."

The Skeleton Demon Lord's heart tightened, but his face was filled with excitement and loyalty: "To serve a True Immortal is the greatest honor for this disciple! Even if it means facing mountains of knives and seas of fire, or having my soul scattered, this disciple will not hesitate to die ten thousand times!"

He knew that being directly assigned a task by a true immortal was both dangerous and potentially an incredible opportunity.

"very good."

Before the words were finished, and before the Skeleton Demon Lord could pledge his loyalty again, the boundless crimson above the sea of ​​blood suddenly condensed, transforming into an incredibly viscous torrent of blood that seemed to contain all the filth and curses of the world, which poured down upon the Skeleton Demon Lord.

The Skeleton Demon Lord was horrified. His body's power of law erupted instinctively, and billions of skeleton phantoms appeared, intertwining to form defensive barriers. However, in the face of the True Immortal's power, his law barriers were as fragile as paper and were instantly eroded and pierced by the blood torrent!

"ah""

A piercing scream erupted from the depths of the Skeleton Demon Lord's soul!

The power of the sea of ​​blood did not intend to destroy him, but rather, in an irresistible manner, it forcibly invaded his body and meridians.

Even the core of the soul!

What's even more terrifying is that this power didn't simply take over; instead, it forcibly created a "second existence" near the source of the laws within his body, independent yet closely connected to him.

It was a constantly pulsating blood core, radiating an aura of the same origin as the Blood Sea True Immortal—the Blood God Child!

The Skeleton Demon Lord could clearly sense that this Blood God Child was like a parasitic ruler, capable of detonating his life essence at any moment, or carrying all his senses and memories back to the True Immortal realm at the moment of his demise.

He was, after all, a powerful being who embodied the laws. Even if a true immortal could not completely refine him into a puppet without his own thoughts, this method of "implanting a blood god child" could achieve almost the same control effect, and was even more insidious and vicious.

His heart was filled with endless despair and helplessness.

Before a true immortal, his power from 80,000 years of arduous cultivation and his dominance over the galaxy seem utterly laughable.

As for resistance? The moment the thought crossed his mind, the Blood God Child sent a chill down his spine, as if it would reduce everything he had to nothing in the next second.

"This Blood God Child will temporarily reside in your body."

The Blood Sea Immortal's voice remained indifferent. "Go to a remote star field for me, investigate, and retrieve a lost item. If all goes well, I will take back the Blood God Child and reward you handsomely, helping you to glimpse the threshold of immortality."

Despite the combined discomfort in his soul and body, the Skeleton Demon Lord quickly touched his head to the ground: "Disciple—I will obey the True Immortal's decree! I will do my utmost to retrieve the treasure for the True Immortal!"

His tone was one of "deep gratitude," but in his heart, he knew perfectly well:

If things go smoothly, there is a glimmer of hope and a reward;

If things don't go smoothly, I'll just be a pawn scouting ahead; if I die, so be it, the Blood God Child will send the information back.

"Hmm." The Blood Sea Immortal seemed satisfied with his pragmatism. A wisp of blood light flew out from Him and landed in front of the Skeleton Demon Lord, transforming into a long, narrow flying boat that was dark red all over, with a ferocious shape, as if it were forged from countless bones and blood scabs.

The surface of the airship was covered with obscure runes, emanating astonishing spatial fluctuations and a bloody aura.

"This vessel is named Blood Remains, and in the vast sea of ​​stars, many civilizations call it a divine weapon. Even I possess few treasures of such caliber. With this vessel, we should be able to reach that place within ten years. If successful, this vessel will be yours," the True Immortal said calmly.

The Skeleton Demon Lord's eyes lit up suddenly. A divine weapon! This would be an extraordinary treasure in the endless starry sea!

Crossing the endless universe in ten years, this speed far surpasses any known Law Realm escape tool, and even many cosmic beasts known for their speed are hard to match.

With this vessel's assistance, not only will mission efficiency increase significantly, but it will also provide a powerful tool for traversing the cosmos in the future.

Immediately, the resentment and fear in my heart were greatly reduced, and my enthusiasm for the task was genuinely increased.

"Thank you for the treasure, Immortal! This disciple will certainly not fail in my duty!"

He respectfully accepted the Blood Remains Flying Boat with both hands, feeling the immense power and profound laws contained within it, and his heart calmed down slightly.

"Go. The Blood God Child will guide you with directions and a general star map."

The Blood Sea Immortal said no more, his eyes slowly closed, and the churning blood sea around him gradually calmed down, only the suffocating pressure still enveloped the surrounding area.

The Skeleton Demon Lord dared not linger any longer, bowing once more towards the depths of the sea of ​​blood before transforming into a streak of crimson light and disappearing into the hideous...

Inside the "Blood and Bones Flying Boat".

The spaceship trembled slightly, its surface runes glowed brightly, and it instantly tore through space, disappearing into an invisible wormhole, beginning its high-speed journey towards that distant and unknown remote star field.

Li Xijun, who had just attained enlightenment and was still in the world of martial arts, was naturally completely unaware of this.

At this moment, outside the cave at Wujian Cliff, the sky is clear and bright, and the sea breeze brings a slightly salty scent, which mixes with the mysterious Taoist charm remaining in the cave, creating a unique atmosphere.

Li Xijun slowly walked out of the cave, his aura completely concealed, returning to its original simplicity.

He was in high spirits. This trip to the East Sea not only gave him a preliminary understanding of the Dao of Cause and Effect Sword, but also allowed him to open up a grotto-heaven and attain the "Great Luo Primordial Primordial Dharma Body" in one fell swoop, which can be described as perfect.

Congratulations, young friend!

Ye Wuqing, who had been waiting outside, spoke first, a rare smile appearing on his usually cold face. "Today, witnessing your pioneering spirit, I understand what 'Primordial Beginning' and 'Great Beginning' truly mean. Your path, fellow Daoist, has limitless potential."

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As the avatar of the Sword Sect, he could naturally sense the supreme realm of Li Xijun, which was different from ordinary avatars and pointed directly to the source.

Fairy Jinghong also bowed gracefully, her beautiful eyes sparkling with a mixture of awe and complex emotions: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, on attaining the supreme Dharma body! It seems like only yesterday that we first met in the capital, and today Your Majesty has already reached the summit. It is truly awe-inspiring."

She recalled that she had once been a few points ahead of her opponent, but now her opponent's realm had far surpassed hers, and even the extraordinary phenomenon that had just created the world had left her feeling swayed.

Li Xijun returned the greeting with a light laugh, his attitude gentle and without the slightest arrogance: "Senior Ye, Fairy, you flatter me. I have been able to gain something entirely thanks to the generosity of the Sword Sect, which allowed me to comprehend the profound mysteries of the 'Three Lives Cycle Sword Manual,' especially this last sword strike, which has enlightened me. I will remember this kindness forever."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the Sword Enlightenment Cliff, which bore the highest legacy of the Sword Sect, and the Sword Sect elders and true disciples in the distance who dared not approach but could not help but cast awe and curiosity in his eyes. He had already made up his mind.

"Today I attained enlightenment and gained some understanding. The Sword of Cause and Effect is profound and difficult to describe. I will take this opportunity to leave behind some of my humble insights, which may help those who are destined to come to understand the path. This is my way of repaying the great kindness of the Sword Sect."

After saying this, he did not use any of his divine weapons, but instead turned his gaze to Fairy Jinghong and smiled slightly: "May I borrow your sword, Fairy?"

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Fairy Jinghong was startled. The Autumn Water Longsword that had been with her for many years had automatically drawn half an inch from its sheath, emitting a clear and melodious sound, as if responding to a summons.

A thought struck her, but she did not stop it. The long sword was completely drawn from its sheath with a "clang," transforming into a streak of light that flew into Li Xijun's outstretched palm.

Li Xijun gripped the longsword; it felt slightly cool to the touch, and the blade, like a pool of autumn water, reflected his calm face.

He turned to face the ancient rock face of Wujian Cliff, weathered by time and etched with two astonishing sword marks.

No need to build momentum, no need to prepare.

He casually used Fairy Jinghong's sword as a pen and his own understanding of the law of cause and effect as ink to gently "carve" on the rock wall.

The moment the sword tip touched the rock wall, there was no sound of metal clashing against stone, nor any sight of rocks shattering.

Only a strange "ripple" emanated from the tip of the sword, quietly spreading outwards and merging into the texture of the rocks and into the surrounding laws of heaven and earth.

Two ancient, profound characters, seemingly woven from countless tiny threads of cause and effect, slowly emerged on the cliff.

【cause and effect】!

The two characters were formed instantly, without any soaring sword energy or terrifying phenomena. However, everyone who saw these two characters, whether it was Ye Wuqing and Fairy Jinghong who were close at hand, or the elders and true disciples who were watching from afar, or even some ordinary disciples with keen senses, were instantly attracted. Their consciousness seemed to be dragged into a wondrous realm that was invisible and intangible, where only countless "connections" and "fate" intertwined and flickered.

Some saw the root cause of their own martial arts bottlenecks; others glimpsed a tangled predestined relationship with a certain person or thing.

Some people, in a daze, suddenly understood the principles of cause and effect, mutual generation and restraint, inherent in certain moves and variations.

"Pfft!" "Buzz!" "I've got it!"

Exclamations and the aura fluctuations of someone breaking through a cultivation level came from afar.

Many disciples of the Sword Sect who had been stuck at a bottleneck for a long time were enlightened by the Daoist concept of "cause and effect" and broke through their barriers instantly.

Even several Dharma Masters and elders showed wild joy, their bodies radiating sword intent, clearly indicating that they had gained a great deal.

Ye Wuqing stood with his hands behind his back, nodded slightly, his eyes full of admiration.

What Li Xijun left behind was not a specific sword technique or mental method, but the most fundamental Daoist essence of "Causal Sword Intent".

For the Sword Sect, this is far more valuable than any specific peerless sword technique; it is a supreme treasure that can truly inspire future generations and broaden their horizons in the art of swordsmanship.

Fairy Jinghong was completely immersed in the meaning of the word "cause and effect". She had already gained some understanding of the first two swords of the "Three Lives Tribulation Sword Manual". Now, when she came into contact with the true meaning of the most mysterious and unpredictable third sword, countless inspirations and insights flowed like a spring, making her stand still, her eyes unfocused, and her aura fluctuating. She had obviously entered a deep state of enlightenment.

After an unknown amount of time, when everyone gradually came back to their senses and wanted to express their gratitude to Li Xijun again, they found that there was no one left in front of the cliff.

Only the two newly added characters "cause and effect" on the rock face tell a legend.

Fairy Jinghong slowly came to her senses and subconsciously reached out to touch the scabbard at her waist.

"Clang."

The sword has been safely returned to its sheath.

But the moment she grasped the sword hilt, an incomparably powerful, profound, yet familiar torrent of sword intent surged into her mind through her palm.

It is not merely a sword of "cause and effect," but also clearly contains the meaning of the flow of "time" and the destiny of "reincarnation."

This is.....

...The complete true meaning of the "Three Lives Tribulation Sword Manual"!

Moreover, this true meaning also contains many clear and insightful observations and annotations that point directly to the Great Dao, as if Li Xijun himself was explaining and analyzing the mysteries of these three swords to her, reducing the difficulty of her comprehension by many times!

At the same time, a divine thought resounded directly in her mind: "Fairy, you have guided and protected me. I leave the true meaning of these three swords for you to ponder."

"The fairy possesses extraordinary talent and unwavering resolve. If she can master these three swords and comprehend the true meaning of 'the cycle of three lifetimes,' the realm of the Dharma Body will not be out of reach. We eagerly await the fairy's ascent to the pinnacle."

The words faded away, leaving a lingering echo.

The sea breeze ruffled her hair and skirt. The girl in the pale yellow dress gripped her sword tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white. She stared blankly at the empty spot where Li Xijun had stood, lost in thought for a long time.

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