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Zhongtianzhou.

The core spiritual realm of the Nine Provinces Immortal Alliance, the main hall of the Azure Sky Sword Sect.

Ten thousand lights illuminate the towering buildings that pierce the clouds.

This is the most prestigious place in the Qingxiao Sect where the natal soul lamps of its high-ranking members are placed.

Normally, this place is surrounded by array formations, making it an inviolable and imposing place.

Just now.

Within a short period of half an incense stick's time.

The Grand Elder's natal soul lamp, which was placed in the very center of the top floor, exploded into countless fragments without warning.

Three hundred soul lamps, representing the elite vanguard of the inner sect, followed closely behind.

A series of loud cracking and popping sounds followed.

They all exploded into dust!

The ground was covered with shattered glass fragments and extinguished blue soul flames.

The noise was extremely jarring.

The elder guarding the pavilion was sitting cross-legged when he heard the noise and opened his eyes. His knees immediately went weak.

He slammed heavily onto the bluestone slab, his eyes rolled back, and his throat made a gurgling sound; he couldn't catch his breath for a long time.

The Qingxiao Sword Sect's three hundred elite troops were completely wiped out.

Followed by.

"when--"

The first heavy death knell resounded throughout the 100,000 Cloud-top Immortal Sword Mountains.

The death knell tolled nine times.

This is the ironclad bell that tolls, signifying the most devastating destruction; it only rings when a sect suffers a catastrophic calamity.

Countless inner disciples flying on their swords in the sky were terrified.

Everyone was terrified and stopped in mid-air, their sword hilts wobbling wildly.

The lofty immortal cultivation sects have always treated the common people of the lower realms as weeds in the ground, and have never tolerated such disobedience.

At this point, everything completely fell into chaos.

The sound transmission talismans darted about among the various mountain peaks, and all sorts of rumors flew around.

The deacons shouted for assembly in mid-air at the top of their lungs, their voices cracking.

Deep within the Sword Tomb behind the sect.

Ten thousand ancient flying swords collectively emitted a piercing buzzing sound.

The tip of the sword was forced straight to the ground by an immense, seemingly out-of-the-way pressure.

A powerful, high-level Nascent Soul ancestral might, strong enough to sever the main vein of the back mountain, suddenly opened its eyes.

After decades of seclusion, the Qingxiao Ancestor burst forth and shattered the void.

He rushed straight out of the Sword Tomb Well and stood in mid-air at the very top of the Ten Thousand Lanterns Tower.

The old ancestor's eyes were bloodshot, and his large sleeves were wildly waving in the gale.

The intelligence officer stumbled up the tall building, covered in sweat, and trembling as he presented a jade slip inscribed with information.

"Ancestor... News from Xuanni City says that the Grand Elder and the others... have died in the Great Wilderness."

The manager didn't even dare to raise his head.

The ancestor grabbed the jade slip and scanned its contents.

He suddenly exerted force with his fingers.

The jade slip instantly turned to ashes.

They learned that their mortal enemy was actually an uncivilized skeleton from the Lower Earth Xuanni City, whose body showed no trace of spiritual energy.

The old ancestor's eyes were filled with extreme rage and contempt.

He didn't believe it.

I absolutely refuse to believe in superstitions!

Even if a peasant from the lower realm cultivates his rotten flesh to the extreme, there is absolutely no way he could withstand the Nascent Soul level sword that he personally bestowed upon the Grand Elder.

This is definitely the work of a powerful immortal cultivator from a rival sect, or some old monster who has been hiding for many years, who secretly infiltrated the Great Wilderness and used insidious demonic arts to plot against the Azure Sky Sword Sect.

"Dare to kill my sect's elite? No matter who you are, I will tear your soul from your body!"

The ancestor roared angrily to the sky.

That large black monument, which guards the town, is of utmost importance. It relates to the ancient blood tomb beneath Zhongtian Prefecture and must not be lost.

In order to find the Great Black Stele, and even more so to investigate the earth-shattering cause and effect.

The old ancestor gritted his teeth, raised his right hand without hesitation, and stabbed himself hard in the heart.

He directly severed his own lifespan of a full hundred years.

A large mouthful of extremely rich Nascent Soul essence blood was sprayed into the air.

The ancestor forcibly severed a wisp of his natal soul, and frantically inscribed runes in the void with his fingers.

"open!"

Using the wisp of resentment and karmic burden left behind by the tragic deaths of three hundred elites in the One Line Sky Canyon, the Origin Tracing Array was activated on the spot.

A deafening roar erupted.

The ancestor completely ignored the enormous wear and tear on the laws caused by traversing hundreds of thousands of miles of perilous terrain.

He tore through the void with this wisp of materialized divine consciousness, which possessed immense nascent soul majesty.

It was thrown straight into that desolate, spiritless wasteland.

Deep in the wilderness.

This place is a land devoid of spiritual energy, rejecting all laws of immortality.

This made it impossible for the ancestor's remnant soul to pinpoint its exact location.

The ancestor's enormous blue eyes glared angrily high in the sky, hundreds of miles above.

He spared no effort in expending immense energy, unleashing a massive and absolute mental pressure to conduct a thorough search of the endless mountains below.

Under the immense pressure of this divine consciousness, mountain peaks collapsed one after another, sending earth and rocks flying everywhere.

Countless low-level monsters hiding in the mountains and forests were instantly crushed into mincemeat.

Outside the cave on the cliff top.

Lu Chen was standing on the boulder.

He had long since suppressed all his extreme Daoist aura, and his entire being was extremely quiet.

His keen intuition was pounding wildly.

That domineering Nascent Soul aura was sweeping across the horizon.

Such a high-level soul surge, once it sweeps across the cave, will surely cause a terrifying mental shock that will instantly shatter the heavily injured and still sleeping and recuperating young girl, A'nan.

This girl is currently only clinging to life by the tiny bit of jade bone that has just grown, and she can't withstand even the slightest bit of the devastation from the laws of the immortals.

To ensure the child is absolutely safe.

Lu Chen didn't try to hide or even consider escaping.

He stood firm on the precipice, suddenly straightening his massive, heavy body.

A thousand layers of blood energy suddenly exploded.

In the darkness, he transformed into a blazing red flame, illuminating the surrounding ruins.

He deliberately sought to incite hatred, actively drawing all the Nascent Soul cultivators' investigations and resentment from the heavens toward himself.

"You thieving dog who cultivates immortality, look this way at grandpa!"

Lu Chen roared at the top of his lungs, his voice drowning out the thunder in the sky.

Before the direct confrontation, this rough-around-the-edges man displayed a subtle yet iron-fisted approach.

With his back to the powerful enemy pressing down from the sky, he instantly stripped away the raging blood fire in his palm, transforming it directly into an extremely soft and nourishing source.

This primal force, following the ghostly wind and wolf skin, wrapped Anan tightly in its embrace.

Immediately afterwards, he applied nine layers of extremely violent Yang Qi to the outermost layer of the wolf skin.

Nine layers of protective energy formed an absolute defense around Anan's body.

Even if the sky were to fall, it wouldn't touch a single hair on this blind little girl's head.

The heavens are constantly changing.

The giant, dark blue eye locked onto the raging blood energy below.

The giant eye instantly transformed into the majestic face of a long-bearded ancestor.

This face was so enormous that it covered half the sky, looking down at Lu Chen from above the vast wilderness.

The ancestor's voice was extremely powerful as he roared down towards the area below.

"You uncivilized remnants of the lower realm! Before the illusory image of this ancestor, you still kneel down, bow your heads, and await the skinning and soul-refining!"

He recognized the large black monument on Lu Chen's back.

Without uttering any unnecessary words, the ancestor unleashed his ultimate technique directly from his incorporeal nascent soul.

The most vicious and direct invisible "Elemental Strangulation Needles" took shape on a large scale, piercing down along the sky.

These poisonous needles of divine consciousness attempted to forcibly pierce the brain meridians of Lu Chen, a body that did not cultivate divine consciousness.

We need to completely turn him into a mindless idiot.

Lu Chen did not possess any spiritual protective techniques from the immortals.

The strangulation needle pierced his head.

A sharp, intense pain, like a thousand blunt saws cutting through the brain's meridians, suddenly surged through it.

Dark red blood flowed uncontrollably from both ears and large nostrils.

Black blood dripped down his chin onto the iron shirt membrane on his chest.

The excruciating pain caused Lu Chen's thigh to tremble violently for a moment.

But he gritted his teeth and stomped down hard with his right foot.

The large black iron boots shattered the solid rocks beneath their feet, and the muscles in their thighs taut as they held the child tightly to their chest.

Not retreating even half a step.

Under extreme pain, the thousands of dark gold tendons in Lu Chen's body suddenly erupted.

The large tendons bulged out from under the black iron membrane, making a grinding sound that made your teeth ache.

He suddenly pulled his head up.

Those dark red eyes were filled with rage.

He doesn't recognize any celestial beings at all.

There was no reverence for the immortal ancestors in their eyes, only man-eating savagery and ferocity.

"You want me to kneel?"

Lu Chen's right iron arm suddenly reached back and grabbed the heavy, 90,000-jin (45,000 kg) sunken sea monument that was so heavy it could crack the earth.

The thick iron chains rattled loudly.

He held the massive black monument aloft with one arm, pointing it straight to the sky.

He, in the form of an ant on the ground, faced directly at the phantom of the High Heaven Ancestor.

Lu Chen opened his blood-soaked mouth and let out a deafening roar that shattered mountains and rivers.

"What kind of damned Nascent Soul Ancestor are you! Get down here and face your death!"