Damned Healer-Chapter 752: Move Away
On the outskirts of the Celestial Plane, in a mid-sized galaxy, a small planet stood out like a pulsing emerald jewel.
Its size was smaller than that of the average powerful planet. It was entirely covered in sacred forests whose leaves emitted a constant, soft glow, with rivers winding in every direction.
The sky of that planet was never empty. Thousands of flying ships entered and left the atmosphere every hour. Beings from every corner of the universe and from all cultivation levels converged there.
Anyone unaware of the truth would say that place was a massive trade hub. But appearances were deceiving. On that planet, there was no noise from merchants or the shine of auctions. That place was simply the central territory of the Healers of Heaven Sect.
In terms of brute strength, the Healers of Heaven Sect was, curiously, quite ordinary. They were "the middle among the middles," with no conquering armies or destructive war gods. However, without a shadow of a doubt, they were the most well-known, respected, and untouchable organization in the entire universe.
The reason was simple: their members were healers without equal. Any injured cultivator only needed to enter and pay for treatment.
Only in rare cases were these healers unable to solve the problem, but even then, they could still greatly extend a person's life. That was the case with Queen Veyra's granddaughter, for example.
*For the Healers of Heaven Sect, life was the most precious thing.*
Everyone in the universe repeated those words with admiration whenever they spoke about that sect.
It didn't matter if the injured person was a tyrant emperor or a nameless orphan; healing was never denied. If the patient didn't have treasures to pay, the price was converted into labor. Many spent decades serving the sect to repay their life debt, but they did it full of gratitude.
That perpetuated the organization's influence and workforce, and also ensured that no one would cause trouble for the sect's fragile healers, who normally didn't possess great combat power.
Their immense reputation even altered the economy of that universe. In other universes, healing pills were the most coveted items and were crafted by alchemists. But there, they were rare and undervalued.
After all, why spend a fortune on a pill if you could simply travel to the Healers of Heaven? There, a cultivator would always be healed when needed, at a negotiable cost that was always acceptable.
...
The day had barely begun in the planet's capital, the pulsating heart of the sect.
Due to the massive and uninterrupted flow of ships, inspections were minimal; no one feared attacks on such sacred ground.
It was at that moment that a large group of flying ships slowly approached.
Coming from a neighboring galaxy, they didn't cause any major spatial fluctuations when they arrived, easily blending in with the crowd of travelers.
But instead of landing on the planet, the vessels stopped in a calculated formation near one of the three moons. From one of the flying ships, a single figure emerged alone.
The individual emitted a soft multicolored glow. Without saying a single word or causing any commotion, he stepped forward. The space in front of him was pierced—then he disappeared.
...
The entire capital of the sect stretched out in a display of opulence and purity, with grand buildings adorned by white crystals that shone under the sunlight. The air was filled with the scent of flowers and the rhythmic buzzing of birds.
Inside those buildings, countless figures, with both high and low cultivation, patiently waited for the sect's call so they could receive their healing.
But in that millisecond, the air changed.
"!"
Those with sharper perception felt it first. Their eyes narrowed at the same time, and a primitive survival instinct screamed in their minds. Their senses turned upward.
*BUZZ*
Accompanied by a humming sound, suddenly a multicolored sun was born above the city.
At the same time, it felt as if an invisible hammer had struck the chest of every living being on the planet. Even the most powerful cultivators felt their lungs falter; their eyes widened in pure shock.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Then a shout echoed like a divine thunderclap, reverberating throughout the place.
*Blinding Break!*
Time and space collapsed. The powerful cultivators, in panic, shot out of the buildings like lightning.
When they looked up, terror took hold. A black blade of colossal proportions, thousands of meters long, was tearing the world in two as it descended.
There was no time for any reaction or defense!
**BOOOOOOM!**
The impact was a symphony of absolute destruction. The light was swallowed, and a cloud of black dust devoured the world and everyone's senses.
For a second, all the cultivators closed their eyes... but death never came.
When the dust began to settle, the silence that followed was more terrifying than the explosion.
The cultivators looked around, surprised and shocked. At the center of that city, a crater hundreds of thousands of meters wide had appeared like an abyss.
As they sensed their surroundings...
'How...?' The thought of every cultivator was the same.
Not a single building had been destroyed. Not a single ordinary person in the city had been affected.
They weren't horrified by the raw power, but by the precision. To destroy the ground like that and not harm a single life in the process, the attacker would have to control every particle of energy with the delicacy of a divine surgeon.
"This is impossible..." an Elder whispered, his hands trembling.
Who could be that terrifying? Worse... who would dare attack the most beloved sect in the universe?
The person who did this could only be someone terrifying and known throughout the universe.
Quickly, the most powerful rushed toward the crater. Then... there he was.
Floating above the void was a tall and handsome young man, wrapped in multicolored light, holding a scarlet dagger that pulsed like a living heart.
The minds of the powerful cultivators short-circuited. They probed the young man's aura again and again, refusing to believe what their senses were telling them. His cultivation was... insignificant. Compared to them, he should be an ant.
"So young... with such a low cultivation..."
As they stared at him, they all felt a deadly pressure. That feeling made it clear he was the one who caused everything.
The discrepancy was an insult to the logic of the universe. It was like seeing a newborn wielding the hammer of a god.
The terror they felt now was no longer about the strike, but about the unknown. Some of them had the power to destroy an entire planet if they wanted, but doing what he had done, with such precision, was impossible.
Who — or what — was that figure?
Darian wasn't looking at the crowd. His eyes were fixed on the depths of the crater, where the secret was hidden. In his free hand, the small crystal pointed downward, glowing in response to his will.
After a few seconds, he took a deep breath. Then his voice echoed, not like a shout, but like an irrevocable decree that made the foundations of the planet tremble:
"Today, in this universe, this sect will cease to exist. I will personally bring an end to everything."
Darian shifted his gaze for a brief second toward the powerful cultivators watching, stunned, from the edges of the destruction. His gaze was cold, carrying an authority that did not belong to that plane.
"To all the outsiders present here, I will say this only once: move as far away as possible and do not interfere."
He tightened his grip on the dagger's handle, and the multicolored glow around him intensified, distorting the light.
"If you interfere, you will be erased along with this place."
