Celestial Immortals wield many magical skills, able to rise and hide like a Flood Dragon, displaying grandeur by manifesting a thousand-foot Dharma Body, or shrinking to the size of a fly to conceal themselves.

Wang Xuan can achieve these feats and more, but to actually compress his body space to smaller than a sesame seed while maintaining its structure would be truly challenging.

A person’s volume generally rarely exceeds 0.1 cubic meters, and this holds true even for Wang Xuan’s tall frame.

Even if his flesh body becomes energyized, his flesh and blood cells capable of storing vast amounts of Primordial Qi and magical power, when releasing internal space, he can transform into a thousand-foot giant, unleashing immense destructive power.

However, being squeezed by a Half-Step Immortal being, wielding Great Divine Techniques, his body is compressed to a nanometer size.

Undoubtedly, his body structure cannot withstand such pressure, his flesh and blood exploding from the cellular level, compressed directly into a mass of energy particles.

Wang Xuan, energyized and crystallized, watches helplessly as the surrounding space compresses, distant scenes magnifying.

A cracking sound emerges, his bones, as solid as True Immortal weapons, shatter into powder.

Next come dislocated body tissues, pressed flesh becoming intertwined, forming a mushy mass.

As space collapses again, his flesh has ruptured from the cellular level, high-purity, high-quality energy particles lose order, leaving their original sequence, drawing closer to one another.

Until these energy particles condense into a diamond crystal a millionth the size of a sesame seed, gleaming brightly, emitting strong energy waves.

During all this, he sees clearly but cannot break free from his bonds, only await his fate.

All he can do is throw his Lifebound Weapon and Star Hall, nurtured within his Sea of Consciousness and Dantian, into the secret space of the Tower of Space-Time hidden within his Primordial Spirit.

Wang Xuan feels everything happening, losing connection with magical power and flesh body, his Primordial Spirit splitting into countless fragments.

Without flesh, magical power, and Primordial Spirit, his will is unable to control his Path of Creation, feeling powerless like a paralyzed person.

Everything he is, condensed into that crystal, once its energy is suddenly unleashed, it could obliterate a planet.

Only by practicing the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo, his Primordial Spirit retains a complete will, clear consciousness through the connection between fragments.

"In a certain sense, I am already dead, aren’t I?" Wang Xuan sighed.

The Primordial Spirit shattering into hundreds of thousands or millions of pieces means near-certain death, as even a Star Lord can’t preserve it due to the scattered Primordial Spirit.

Some fragments of the Primordial Spirit, carrying memories and consciousness, continue to lose energy particles, soon to be absorbed by the cosmic Dao forces.

Final death thus approaches.

A Half-Step Immortal being is overwhelmingly powerful, leaving him without any means to counter, like an ant under the foot of a Divine Dragon.

"This time, I truly gambled hard." Wang Xuan smiled bitterly, realizing he underestimated himself, drawing two Half-Step Immortals.

But he well understands that without his true form here, he could not have lured the alien race for a life-threatening ambush. With risk present, he had to bear it.

Yet he believes there’s a sliver of hope, as practicing the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo etched a profoundly mysterious array map on his Primordial Spirit, with countless runes and talismans embedded.

His entire Primordial Spirit is covered by this array map, its mystical nature preventing his Primordial Spirit from being obliterated despite shattering into millions of pieces, maintaining consciousness through interconnection.

Even a Half-Step Immortal’s attack couldn’t destroy his Primordial Spirit, an unimaginable miracle.

Unable to act, Wang Xuan quietly watches the starry sky, viewing the world from the perspective of the deceased.

Next time, he muses, he must not be reckless, for recklessness almost cost him his life.

Of course, if he even has a next time.

"Courting death!"

Zhou Chunyuan roared, with the Milky Way constantly rotating, a blue primordial qi sphere moving towards the Demon Hunting force.

In an instant, heaven and earth change color, vast stretches of space disappear, one black hole after another is smashed into existence.

The Demon Hunting saw the Void-Devouring Beast succeed, laughed heartily, and crashed into the primordial qi sphere, recognizing the Primordial Ancestor’s power, however, it lacked the explosive force compared to the Cyan Nether Immortal.

Upon collision with the primordial qi sphere, his entire body and consciousness were numbed, akin to a rhinoceros beetle hitting a lead ball.

Sensing the terrifying will within the primordial qi sphere, Demon Hunting felt bitterness, realizing his carelessness.

For this primordial qi sphere turned out to be Earth’s own projection!

Earth, capable of impacting a Divine Level world, even with just a ten-thousandth of its power projected, could make a Half-Step Immortal explode.

Puh!

Demon Hunting, struck and sent billions of miles away, spewed blood, and his shattered body reassembled. He looked towards the Void-Devouring Beast, the two exchanged glances.

"Mission accomplished, let’s go!" Demon Hunting laughed.

Despite suffering a setback, their operation was still a great success. Not to mention effectively annihilating a young Venerable, but especially seeing Immortal Martial Mountain’s fishing attempt turn disastrous, it’s a joke that will spread throughout All Heavens.

The Void-Devouring Beast nodded, casually shattering the diamond-like tiny crystal, completely eradicating the Immortal Martial Taoist’s painstaking Tao practice.

He scooped up tens of thousands of Primordial Spirit fragments, tossed them into his mouth, raising an eyebrow as he chewed, seemingly finding it tasty.

Even if Immortal Martial Mountain could gather the Primordial Spirit fragments, using the Soul Seal and Blood Pearl of a True Disciple to resurrect the Immortal Martial Taoist.

But everything about him is gone; his Primordial Spirit, memories, will, cultivation level, Tao Fruit, all have been obliterated.

After the death of the Valkyrie, Hong Xuanji found her remnant soul and scattered blood, but even if she were resurrected, she would be fundamentally severed from her past life.

To personally destroy a young Venerable with the potential for immortality—such a result, how could they not revel in it!

"Since you’re here, don’t leave."

Light years away, the Cyan Nether Immortal held a string of heads in his hands, casually tossed them aside, squinting at the Void-Devouring Beast.

At the same time, several light-years surrounding the Yellow Springs Star System, five figures appeared, stepping out and passing through the wormhole, standing before the Void-Devouring Beast and Demon Hunting.

Each figure, with their presence, forms an independent space, infinite immortal light creates a world belonging to them.

There is no doubt that these five are all half-step Immortal beings, top experts beneath Immortals, eminent figures among all races.

With the Cyan Nether Immortal and the Primordial Ancestor, it presents a seven versus two scenario.

The two half-step Immortals of the alien race froze with a smile, their voices dry and cold: "Truly insidious, a game within a game, a trap within a trap."

Who could have anticipated that seven of the Nine Ancestors of the Immortal Martial Mountain, all half-step Immortals, would appear here, casting a vast net, letting all the little fish and shrimp escape, only waiting for these two real big fish to show up!

In a two-on-two scenario, Demon Hunting and the Void-Devouring Beast were absolutely confident they could escape; even if they couldn’t win, they could still run away—the opponent would never be able to stop them.

But against seven, there truly is no escape.

Strong though they are, two fists can hardly contend against four hands, especially when it comes to the outcome of a fierce battle—they don’t dare to be certain.

Demon Hunting cautiously observed, secretly sending out signals for help. At this level, friends are already scarce, and family is even more so. Most beings in the Same Realm know each other due to interest connections.

He doesn’t expect much from the result of calling for help, but if one or two dare to come, he might have a fifty percent chance of survival.

"Every ancestor of the Immortal Martial Mountain’s Nine Veins is a formidable individual, among whom there are figures with achievements in slaying half-step Immortals.

Seven half-step Immortals coming together just to kill us two—it’s truly making a mountain out of a molehill.

Thunder Celestial Venerable, Cyan Nether Immortal, Saber Ancestor, Primordial Ancestor, Black Water Divine Monarch, Heaven-Sealing Maiden, and Lord of the Stars.

Their renowned names are spread across the All Heavens, we’ve all guessed that within a hundred years, you’ll gradually step into the Immortal Domain.

It seems, we were focused on one Immortal Martial Taoist, truly neglecting the real priorities; pooling efforts to kill you is what should be done."

A graceful figure was enveloped in the Sea of Thunder, a female voice echoed: "Enough boasting, we’ve always wanted to find you, but you are craftier than slippery eels; it’s not easy to kill you.

This time you revealed yourselves, it’s truly a death wish.

Today we’ll give you the opportunity, one-on-one duels; if you win, you may leave, lose, and die here!"

"Heh, sounds nice, but it’s just encirclement and reinforcement, too bad, none of those guys will come." The Void-Devouring Beast said coldly, yet felt bitter inside; those guys truly prioritizing interests know the danger here, unwilling to come, no movement after a long time.

Since the other side dared to say that, then a single duel surely assured victory.

With that said, not only will they die today, but die in disgrace and embarrassment.

Being killed in one-on-one battles with equivalent beings labels them as the weaker ones in the Same Realm. Their past renown will only become stepping stones for the victors.

"I have a sword named Qingming, Void-Devouring Beast, you have some guts, daring to attack my master’s disciple; today, after your death, I will utterly annihilate your lineage! Send them to accompany you." He Qingming drew the Cyan Nether Immortal Sword from his back.

The Saber Ancestor also stepped forward: "I heard your Demon Hunting clan is naturally skilled in Saber Path, your limbs are the four most obedient and sharpest sabers.

I have only one saber, would you like to experience it?"

With eight eyes facing each other, Spiritual Qi surged instantly in the Netherworld Star Realm, a great battle unfolded.

Wang Xuan, feeling idle enough to snack on sunflower seeds, was thankful the battlefield was far from this starry sky, as there were several Life Planets here.

Watching that Kun Roc, like swallowing bubbles, searching for scattered crystalline fragments, the result of years of his cultivation.

Wang Xuan knew that those fragments, even if retrieved, held no real meaning for him; Flesh Body gone, Magical Power gone, it was a definitive fact.

But he said nothing, let it search; if it truly gathered all together, he could indeed extract energy essence from them, which would be his best cultivation items.

"Come back, come back!" Wang Xuan muttered as if casting a soul-retrieving incantation.

His mind envisioned an array map, with the traces of Primordial Spirit fragments, all clear to him.

"That damn creature even swallowed tens of thousands of my Primordial Spirit fragments; luckily, they haven’t been digested yet." Wang Xuan cursed, ill-tempered.

Through mutual sensing between the Primordial Spirit fragments, relying on the mysteriousness of the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo Array Map, his countless Primordial Spirits started slowly converging.

Drip!

A crisp sound echoed, two Primordial Spirit fragments fused seamlessly, aligning perfectly as they were before being broken, merging swiftly so that the breakage marks disappeared.

Drip! Drip! Drip!

Initially, the sound was like raindrops falling from eaves, but the dripping became increasingly dense, soon turning into the patter of a torrential downpour.

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