At this moment, Wang Xuan was filled with indescribable astonishment, almost blurting out a curse.

But after all, he was a young Venerable with class, and all his exclamations transformed into one sentence: This is what a real man should be.

With a single hand, he could pluck the sun and moon, vanquishing the Void with a laugh.

No matter how mighty you are, how long you’ve cultivated, how you dominate a clan, how your reputation spreads across the land.

In my hand, it’s just a single sword.

The top-notch experts, blowing their own horn, are just items to measure whether my sword is fast enough.

The ancestor of three veins of Immortal Martial Mountain, the Cyan Nether Immortal who once guarded the Hell Realm Gate alone, is indeed formidable!

Gulong and others were terrified; that one who died within a move was a creature equivalent to a human in the Void Realm!

Such a creature would definitely be a bigwig of a civilization, even in a Divine Level civilization. In the Hell Realm, it could even face the Demon Monarch.

Yet it died just like that!

That Red Sea Demon Fiend boasted about surviving three days in a Half-Step Immortal’s pursuit. Even if exaggerated, its strength was evident.

In their view, being above the early period of the Void Realm, they shouldn’t be killed instantly, but the fact was undeniable!

How incredible!

"Run!" Gulong roared, though the dozens of True Tier creatures had already scattered like birds and beasts.

Undoubtedly, this human expert possessed combat power at the Half-Step Immortal level, and was definitely strong within that tier.

One must know that the Void Realm is closest to the Half-Step Immortal tier, yet the Void Realm creatures were killed instantly.

If they didn’t flee, they’d surely be slaughtered like chopping vegetables.

Just a hint of a clue, and they were traced here, facing potential total annihilation.

That’s why, knowing the rare opportunity to kill the Immortal Martial Taoist, they hesitated and eventually chose to let it go.

The risk was too high!

But they didn’t expect the risk to be this extreme! Even the top Void Realm creature couldn’t withstand a single sword, along with the star beneath them being cut down.

Originally, with that star’s help, they could instantly perform long-range spatial jumps, but not anymore.

"Damn it, thought we’d have a real fight with a human True Immortal, but they didn’t even send out someone of that tier.

It’s directly a Half-Step Immortal creature, capable enough to equal half an Immortal Civilization. Is Immortal Martial Mountain’s foundation really this deep?

Damn you!"

The Demon King Gulong ran the fastest, with innate demon wings, shuttling through space invisibly, instantly flying billions of miles, then tearing space to commence a spatial jump.

As for the slaughter here, needless to say, the Cyan Nether Immortal was a renowned powerhouse in Earth Civilization, arguably second only to the Unparalleled Sword Immortal.

Maybe the first and second disciples of Demon Suppression True Monarch would disagree, but they wouldn’t dare claim to surpass Cyan Nether Immortal.

The nine disciples of the Martial Immortal, none have fallen, each a monster, extraordinarily powerful.

After all, with a master so far ahead, the disciples couldn’t possibly be mediocre, as the saying goes, dragons birth dragons, phoenixes birth phoenixes, and a master’s disciple would soar to the heavens.

At the moment the wormhole closed, Wang Xuan saw Demon King Gulong, grazed by the aftermath of a sword light, immediately losing both demon wings.

"To not know how many heads this battle might claim; if it’s too few, it’s hardly worth the ancestor making a move, or worth my risk."

Wang Xuan reminisced on the shock of the scene just now, while in the Yellow Springs Star System, all was calm, almost serene.

"Again?" Wang Xuan shook his head, it seemed his human tribulation had not yet ended.

A line of causality, unknowingly, had already entangled his arm, as the Power of Cause and Effect surged, an ominous aura filled the surrounding heavens and earth.

Crack!

An ordinary person would never hear the shattering sound; a spatial crack appeared, nearly swallowing Wang Xuan.

Luckily, he exploded with energy in time, shattering the surrounding space, turning himself into an independent bubble impervious to space, repelling back into normal space.

In a natural state, cosmic space is relatively stable, but with undulating waves, slight deviations create spatial cracks.

The probability of one in a hundred billion, yet Wang Xuan encountered it.

In just a blink, he went from where he was to billions of miles away, falling into that star erupting with countless flames.

The star’s temperature ranged from ten thousand to millions of degrees Celsius, enough to melt any ordinary material. Even a Jade Platform Celestial Immortal amidst a stellar eruption could end up as nothing but a crystalline skeleton.

Yet Wang Xuan, remained unscathed.

Furrowing his brow, another premonition grasped his heart. He instantly discarded the newly obtained antimatter weapon.

For some reason, the weapon became unstable. Barely after being discarded, it exploded on its own.

Even though discarded, the antimatter weapon’s explosion caused the star to erupt violently.

"It’s like a damn sticky plaster, who knows how much bad luck it’ll bring."

Wang Xuan fixated on the causality line, decisively severing his arm at the wrist, sealing the severed hand into his Lifebound Weapon.

The severed, bloody arm writhed and grew flesh and tendons, growing a new hand in a breath’s time, looking just as before.

Keeping that causality line might spark unforeseen incidents and chain reactions.

Suddenly, Wang Xuan noticed his fortune beginning to surge. The surging fortune transformed into a True Dragon, roaring furiously in space.

The Fortune True Dragon was enwrapped by countless egg sacs, seemingly consuming its flesh, intent to devour it completely before stopping.

These egg sacs glowed red, the aura of sin escalating with their consumption, likely soon the Fortune True Dragon would become their growth feed.

At that point, they would undoubtedly swarm the Fortune True Dragon’s owner, devouring Wang Xuan entirely.

"What a tactic, sacrificing billions of living beings’ lives to nurture endless Karmic Fire, but how could I just sit and wait for death!"

A dazzling golden light emerged from Wang Xuan’s body, and a Golden Sun appeared, precisely the Merit Golden Sun he had been refining continuously since the Celestial Demon Realm incident.

After so many years of accumulating merit, if he devoted it to the Buddhist Sect, he might immediately achieve the Bodhisattva Fruit Position, worshipped and revered by billions.

The vast amount of merit formed into a Golden Sun and flew toward the Fortune True Dragon, and the worm eggs enveloped in golden light began to shrink and perish in the burning.

It was rumored that those with immeasurable merit were immune to all evils, and those alien races probably never imagined that someone like Wang Xuan, who had stained his hands with untold blood, possessing such vast merit and even condensing a Merit Golden Sun.

Before long, the Fortune True Dragon was lively again, which allowed Wang Xuan to breathe a sigh of relief. If he hadn’t possessed so many means, today might have truly been perilous.

The bizarre methods of the True-tier Creatures could truly not be underestimated; they were quite strange, opening his eyes.

Yet the alien race’s methods were not yet exhausted, and suddenly a figure appeared in Wang Xuan’s Primordial Spirit. Amidst wild laughter, the figure was slashing at its own lifespan.

Every moment, the opponent’s lifespan decreased by tens of thousands of years.

At the same time, Wang Xuan felt his own wheel of life rapidly increasing, rounds and rounds like trees growing with the passing years.

In the blink of an eye, a century’s lifespan had passed away.

As the lifespan dissipated, the vitality within his life force also continuously declined, which was an exceedingly terrifying thing.

An aged person practicing Dao and a vigorous young person cultivating are absolutely not the same; the former holds no hope, while the latter possesses infinite possibilities.

If not for majorly refining the Path of Creation, Condensing the Creation Domain, and having the Time Domain as protection, Wang Xuan’s lifespan would have already been cut by tens of thousands by now.

"Sharing lifespan? It’s a fake, you are nothing, yet you think you have the qualifications to exchange lifespan with me!"

With a cold gaze, Wang Xuan raised a Cyan Lamp above his head, the candlelight flickering gently, yet wherever it illuminated was his Time Domain.

After the tribulation at Immortal Martial Mountain, exploring the mysterious Tower of Time, the time power enveloped his head, and through exploration, he finally achieved success.

A complete Time Domain was already formed, a Cyan Lamp that could lock the flow of time, and the creatures within its light were untouched by time.

And the master of the Cyan Lamp, Wang Xuan, had already achieved immortality, and time could no longer affect him.

As the Time Domain unfolded, Wang Xuan’s lifespan was solidified. No matter how the figure in his Primordial Spirit slashed its lifespan, he remained unmoved.

Moreover, as the heat of the lamp’s flame transmitted through his body, his depleted lifespan started to flow back, and it wouldn’t take long for his wheel of life to return to its original state.

"I slash! I slash! I slash slash slash!"

Beyond light-years, the Spirit Race elder, using the clan’s secret treasure, had long escaped tens of light-years away, fervently slashing at his own lifespan with wild laughter, believing the Immortal Martial Taoist had already panicked.

Fifty thousand years! One hundred thousand years! Two hundred thousand years!

Breath after breath, the Spirit Race elder became more excited with each slash of his lifespan, thinking the Immortal Martial Taoist was already geriatric by now.

The Immortal Martial Taoist, whose original talent was monstrous, what could he do now? Even if he survived, his potential was likely already mostly spent.

One could say that person was already finished.

"I cannot leave him any chance!" The Spirit Race elder laughed wildly, slashing more forcefully at his own lifespan.

The Star Lord Realm could possess tens of millions of years of lifespan, and he was already five million years old, with millions more remaining.

The Immortal Martial Taoist was merely a Celestial Immortal, with a strong life force, vigorous vitality, but even with more life span, he would only have a hundred thousand years, at most a million.

"Immortal Martial Taoist, you are dead for sure!"

With one slash, he cut off five hundred thousand years of his lifespan.

Frowning, why hasn’t the Immortal Martial Taoist died yet?

Could it be that the Immortal Martial Taoist has some precious pills to replenish and increase his lifespan?

It must be.

"So what!" He laughed loudly, slashing another five hundred thousand years of his lifespan, having thus far slashed over a million years of his own lifespan.

"Let’s see if you die!"

He waited, but after dozens of breaths passed, Wang Xuan was still alive, and the contract still held its effectiveness.

The Spirit Race elder gritted his teeth: "No matter how much treasure you have or how long your lifespan is, exchanging with you is a bloody profit! Keep slashing! I absolutely won’t lose!"

Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!

The Spirit Race elder had already become hysterical, crazily slashing his own lifespan, with one slash cutting ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine years, and another eighty-eight thousand eight hundred and eighty-eight years.

When he was stooped and haggard, with vitality rapidly withering, and hair turning from black to white, appearing on the verge of death, he finally regained his senses.

"Why, why isn’t he dead yet?! Impossible, it shouldn’t be."

The Spirit Race elder panicked to the point of being at a loss, his heart bitter.

Having self-slashed nearly five million years of his lifespan, he was already at the end of his life, fearing only a few thousand more years would chill him.

"What the fuck have I done!"

Self-slaughtering oneself, this was perhaps the funniest joke of the Spirit Race in nearly a million years, and he, this middle-rank True-tier elder, was the protagonist.

If he truly died, this joke would undoubtedly circulate for ten million years, longer than his lifespan, truly a stain for all time.

...

Wang Xuan, holding the Cyan Lamp and playfully fiddling with the flame in boredom, occasionally glanced toward the depths of the starry sky, which remained quiet and serene.

"It seems everything has just settled down."

He put away the Time Domain, Creation Domain, and various treasures and divine techniques, patted his sleeves, and strode towards the Realm Gate.

This time, he was truly going back.