Chapter 105: Requesting the Immortal Lord to Bestow a Sword, Slay the Remnant Immortals! One Sword, Four Immortals Fall!
At this point, unexpectedly, the Daoist boy shook his head. His eyes were filled with disgust as he said,
"But… a bunch of spineless cowards like you. If I send you to the battlefield, I'm afraid you would kneel and surrender the moment the fight begins. That would only dirty the land of the Imperial Pass."
"So it's cleaner if you simply die."
"No! Fellow Daoist, spare us! We are willing to surrender!"
Seeing the Immortal King's decree floating in the void about to open again, the old women from the Nether Clan screamed in terror and begged for mercy.
She was truly afraid. After struggling to survive for so many years, all she wanted was to keep living.
"Spare you? When Kunpeng sought help back then, did any of you spare her?"
The Daoist boy sneered at their pleas.
He no longer looked at these four defeated dogs and turned to bow once more toward the decree.
"Please, Immortal Lord, bestow a sword!"
The moment his words fell, an unprecedented sense of danger surged in the hearts of the four Remnant Immortals.
"No! You cannot kill us! We are True Immortals!"
"We are the strongest power in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths today!"
Seeing that the Daoist boy remained unmoved and even bowed again toward the Immortal King's decree, the four Remnant Immortals finally lost their composure.
"This is bad. Fight with everything!"
Realizing that begging was useless, they completely lost their sanity and began burning their essence.
This was the final method of a True Immortal, an ultimate sublimation to unleash their full power in a desperate attempt to resist this terrifying attack.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Four world-destroying auras surged into the sky.
However, before the four could fully unleash their power, the decree in the sky lifted another corner.
A second character slowly appeared.
It was the character "Kill."
The moment the character appeared, all things withered.
In that instant, the entire world seemed to feel a bone-chilling cold.
Clang!
There were no complicated techniques.
The "Kill" character merely trembled slightly and transformed into a pure streak of sword light.
This sword light was too fast—so fast it surpassed the shackles of time itself.
It slashed not only toward the four Remnant Immortals struggling desperately in the distance but also followed the threads of karma toward the distant ends of space!
Chi!
A soft sound echoed.
The four Remnant Immortals, who were undergoing their ultimate sublimation, suddenly froze.
Then—
Pfft!
Four heads shot into the sky, accompanied by sprays of blood.
The True Immortal bodies capable of destroying entire domains exploded into blood mist before they even had a chance to resist.
Even their primordial spirits were shredded into nothingness by that strand of sword intent.
Body and soul completely annihilated.
But it was not over yet.
After killing the four immortals, the sword light split into four streams and shot deep into the void.
Then an unforgettable scene unfolded across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—
Across the distant Three Thousand Provinces, throughout the Upper Realm—
Immortal Palace.
Sword Valley.
Demon Dragon Sect.
Nether Clan.
These ancient top-tier sects, which had existed for endless ages and ruled with supreme arrogance, now faced disaster.
A breathtaking sword light descended from the heavens toward each of the four sects.
"What is that?!"
"Run!"
"No! Ancestor, save me!"
Amid countless terrified screams, the sword light fell.
With only a wisp of its aura leaking out, the magnificent mountain gates, endless palaces, indestructible protective formations, and tens of thousands of disciples within were instantly reduced to ash.
Erased from the world.
All that remained was a vast sword abyss carved into the earth.
One sword. Four immortals have fallen.
One sword. Four sects destroyed.
Heaven and earth fell silent.
Only the golden decree remained suspended in the sky, fluttering like a banner of eternal supremacy.
When an Immortal King grows angry, the sky itself is stained with blood.
Meanwhile, Wang Changsheng, Jin Taijun, and others still knelt on the ground, trembling uncontrollably.
Watching the drifting blood mist of the Remnant Immortals around them, they had completely lost the dignity of the Supremes.
Their teeth chattered in fear.
They were terrified that the next ones to die would be them.
This sword strike that shocked eternity had not only severed the lives of the four Remnant Immortals and their sects.
The lingering aura it released also awakened many ancient beings across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, as well as the Lower Realm's Eight Regions.
…
Lower Realm, Wasteland
In the far west, within an ancient ruin shrouded year-round by chaotic mist.
This was a broken world.
Collapsed pillars lay among wild grass, with shattered stones scattered everywhere, each piece stained with the erosion of endless years.
The wind howled like the cries of ancient tribes or the lamentations of gods and demons.
Yet, in the deepest part of this forbidden land, a graceful figure stood quietly.
It was a woman.
Her slender figure was wrapped in chaotic energy, hiding her true face. Only her gray dress fluttering in the wind carried the ancient aura of a forgotten era.
She looked like someone stepping out of a painting.
Out of place within this ruined world, yet somehow perfectly fused with its eternal loneliness.
Suddenly, the woman trembled slightly.
Her eyes, which had remained half-closed all this time, abruptly opened.
What kind of eyes were those?
Chaos flowed within them.
More astonishingly—
Each eye contained two pupils.
Dual Pupils.
An ancient saintly phenomenon, known as the symbol of an invincible path.
Within those pupils, astonishing visions were unfolding.
The woman's calm gaze instantly sharpened, like two heavenly swords piercing through the mist before her and looking toward the distant Upper Realm sky.
In her vision, the obscured heavenly secrets entangled in countless causal threads were torn open.
She saw the power of that sword.
"This aura…"
The Double Pupils Woman spoke softly, her voice cold.
She raised her hand and gently traced her fingers through the void, attempting to deduce something.
Yet, the moment her divination touched even a trace of that aura, the Dao runes around her fingertips shattered instantly and dissolved into starlight.
"Cannot be observed. Cannot be deduced. Cannot be described."
The Double Pupils Woman murmured.
The seriousness in her eyes deepened.
She knew the defects of this world well.
Since the catastrophic battle at the end of the Immortal Ancient Era shattered the heavens, the laws of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had become incomplete.
True Immortals were already difficult to produce, let alone beings beyond them.
"Is an Immortal King making a move?"
She whispered.
Her gaze seemed to pierce through endless ages, glimpsing a majestic figure standing at the end of the river of time.
That aura was both familiar and unfamiliar.
"No… that's not right."
Suddenly, divine light surged within her eyes as the dual pupils overlapped.
She saw through the illusion again.
"It is not the true body descending. More like a decree that crossed endless ages to arrive here."
"Even so… it is still enough to shake the world."
She turned around and looked at the endless ruins behind her.
"The auras of those four have disappeared."
Her voice carried a subtle meaning.
Those four Remnant Immortals had lingered for countless years, hanging like swords over the heads of all beings in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
They were a cancer blocking the path of future cultivators.
Yet now, they had been uprooted in an instant.
"Karma cycles. Retribution never fails."
"But who exactly made the move?"
"Could it be that a new variable has appeared in this chaotic era?"
The Double Pupils Woman sighed softly.
Her voice carried memories, confusion, and a faint hint of anticipation.
"A chaotic era is coming. The great reckoning…"
"Is it finally about to begin?"
She closed her eyes again as chaotic energy surged around her, swallowing her figure.
…
Cross Yin–Yang Land, Life Forbidden Zone
Here was the boundary between life and death.
Yin and Yang energies intersected, giving birth to countless unknown horrors.
While the outside world had turned upside down, this forbidden zone remained tranquil.
Within a medicinal field, divine herbs grew like weeds, radiating dazzling light.
Butterflies with colorful wings danced among the flowers. If not for the Dao runes flowing across their wings, the place would look like paradise.
In front of an ancient thatched hut sat a stone table.
Upon it was a pot of steaming tea.
It was Dao Comprehension Tea, a single leaf capable of granting instant enlightenment.
Yet, the beings seated at the table were far from ordinary.
A crystal skull rested upon a stone stool, golden soul flames flickering in its empty eye sockets.
Beside it lay a golden hand bone, smooth as jade, radiating an immortal aura.
Floating in the air was a blood-dripping eyeball, each rotation revealing visions of endless seas of blood.
Across from them sat a man in white.
His demeanor was transcendent beyond words.
Elegant as jade, like an exiled immortal descended to the mortal world.
The Lord of the Forbidden Zone.
Just as he raised the tea cup to take a sip—
A streak of sword intent passed.
Ripples suddenly appeared in the tea.
Then the entire Cross Yin–Yang Land trembled slightly.
Crack.
The golden hand bone holding a chess piece froze.
The piece instantly crumbled into powder.
"This…"
The crystal skull's golden flames flared wildly.
"That aura… I didn't sense it wrong, did I?"
"What a domineering sword intent!"
The floating blood eye rotated violently, staring at the sky.
"This is absolutely not power from the Human realm. It even surpasses True Immortals."
"It is… an Immortal King."
The man in white slowly set down his tea cup.
A ripple flashed through his starlike eyes.
"Immortal King realm…"
"Is someone truly still alive?"
The golden hand bone trembled.
"At the end of the Immortal Ancient Era, that battle shattered the heavens. Immortal Kings fell, and the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths were ruined."
"Even we survive only as remnants."
"How could a complete Immortal King still exist?"
"Not someone of this era."
The Lord of the Forbidden Zone looked toward the sky.
"This decree carries the sense of time itself, yet also contains a trace of vitality."
"Most likely a method left behind by an Immortal King of the past."
The crystal skull fell silent.
The blood eye suddenly laughed strangely.
"Hehe… whoever it is, things are about to become interesting."
"That sword severed the karmic threads completely. Those four old worms must already be completely annihilated."
"Of course."
The man in white spoke calmly.
"Remnant Immortals surviving through borrowed power."
"If the True Dragon were still alive, if Kunpeng still existed, killing them would be like slaughtering dogs."
"Facing a true Immortal King's decree, death was their only ending."
He looked distant for a moment, as if recalling something from long ago.
Then he caught a falling flower petal from the medicinal field.
"But the appearance of this decree is too sudden."
"Could it be that that place has begun to stir again?"
"Or perhaps… the great change awaited for endless ages will finally begin in this era?"
The wind rose, stirring the fragrance of herbs.
These beings who once stood at the peak of heaven and earth now sat silently.
"This era… may truly be different."
The man in white finally finished the tea in his cup.
"Let us watch. The winds of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths are about to rise."
…
North Sea, The Place Where Kunpeng Fell
The black ocean stretched endlessly.
Each drop of seawater was as heavy as a mountain.
This was a forbidden and mournful land.
Deep within the raging sea vortex stood a massive dead cliff stained with ancient blood.
That was Kunpeng's blood, still unfaded after endless ages.
Here lay buried one of the Archaic Vicious Ten.
Kunpeng.
Buzz!
The moment the four Remnant Immortals were slain by that sword—
Kunpeng's long-silent nest suddenly erupted.
At the bottom of the sea, a broken halberd that had split into three pieces began trembling violently.
Desolate Heaven Halberd (Tianhuang Halberd).
The fragments began reassembling themselves.
Endless golden light burst from the seabed and shot through the ocean surface.
The black halberd was covered in ancient runes and surrounded by chaotic energy.
Though still damaged, it released a cry that shook the heavens.
The cry of Kunpeng.
"They… are dead…"
A fragmented divine thought emerged from the halberd.
Then, upon the blood-stained cliff, light gathered and slowly formed a vague figure.
It was the figure of a woman.
Heroic and imposing.
Though her face could not be seen clearly, the aura of supreme dominance that looked down upon the world made even heaven and earth dim in comparison.
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