The Future Is Unpredictable

Whether they're immortals or demons, everyone's showing off, while only Zheng Yuantian is getting beaten up. Whoever comes along, they all flaunt their identity as the Nether Blood Sect Ancestor and take the opportunity to beat up Old Zheng.

Some took advantage of the chaos to try and seize the Demon Emperor's Blood from Zheng Yuantian, while others genuinely wanted to kill him, aiming to eliminate him while vying for the treasure.

Zheng Yuantian was in excruciating pain. He was strangled by the golden scroll, his blood splattering everywhere. It was already miserable enough, but he also had to be on guard against all sorts of demons and monsters. It was impossible to defend against them all.

No one showed mercy; they attacked without hesitation. With a soft "poof," someone not only tried to seize the ancient demon emperor's blood from his hand but also refined his severed arm to steal his true blood.

Zheng Yuantian was furious. He was always the one who devoured others, but today he himself had become a dish of meat. That was his innate true blood. His severed body could have been reassembled, but now it was lost forever.

"Gentlemen, you've gone too far, wanting to fight to the death? Fine, I, Zheng Yuantian, will fight to the bitter end! Even if I'm annihilated, my body and soul destroyed, I'll take two of you down with me!"

He was enraged, his entire body ablaze, his hair disheveled, and in an instant, he stood tall and imposing, his massive body reaching beyond the heavens, his unparalleled true blood boiling, ready to perish together with the world.

Reality is cruel; at this level, no one cares about his threats. A giant hand slammed down, striking his physical body with a bang. In this vast expanse of outer space, two of the six moons that were hanging nearby exploded, disintegrating into one another.

Not to mention Zheng Yuantian's main body, which was suppressed by the sky-covering giant hand, causing his body to explode and blood to flow like a great river from his shattered body. The scene was extremely shocking.

Everyone was shocked. Old Zheng stood firmly on the ground, even in outer space. His body was full of interwoven rules, but when he encountered a tough opponent, his severely damaged foundation made him no match for them.

Almost simultaneously, a sword light flew by and severed his right hand. Then, someone punched him, smashing his head, which was larger than the moon, to pieces.

"Immortal Ancestor Zheng has been killed?!" Some people were shocked, especially his disciples and followers, who were now trembling with fear. This group of people had gone mad, killing even peerless experts without hesitation.

"No, Zheng Jueshi escaped. That was his blood-red avatar, an empty shell. His true body is over there. He broke through the encirclement with the golden scroll on his head and left this place."

Someone with sharp eyes discovered the truth: at the End of the Sky, Zheng Yuantian was running wildly, saying the harshest words, vowing to fight to the death, but in the end, he just ran away.

If it weren't for the golden scroll following him everywhere, people would never have noticed him.

Zheng Yuantian felt extremely uneasy, sensing that something bad was going to happen today. So, filled with murderous intent, he roared and then turned and fled.

He felt that this place had become a place of trouble, a vortex of death that might bury him, and he trusted his instincts.

Today is too strange. Two supreme treasures have appeared on his territory in succession. He is an extremely powerful being with extremely keen senses, and he always feels that they have an unpredictable connection with him.

Although he was decisive and fled, there were still people trying to intercept him, because he was seriously injured and dying, and such opportunities were rare.

The crocodile underwater seemed to have smelled blood. Seizing the opportunity, it was determined not to let it go. Its blood essence, Dao bones, and other materials were all top-grade materials that could be used to refine a substitute body, just as it wanted to refine the ancient demon emperor body.

Blood stained the sky. Zheng Jueshi was blown apart. He screamed and his primordial spirit and the most essential true blood split into thousands of parts, sinking into the ground and scattering far away.

Without a doubt, he suffered a huge loss. He lost the Demon Emperor remnant pill and true blood, which were snatched away by someone, and his own foundation was torn apart as a result.

Zheng Yuantian has gone far away, but he left behind most of his essence and blood. Only his remnant body escaped, and his cultivation level dropped severely, causing him to fall from the peerless realm.

This led to even more dire consequences. The golden scroll swooped down, attempting to strangle him, leaving him almost no chance to resist. Furthermore, other peerless experts were also there, intent on eliminating him outright.

The Primordial Spirit Fragment that had escaped shattered once more, and the true blood essence they carried was collected into Purple Gourd harvested from Mount Buzhou.

"Stop! Anyone who tries to kill Zheng Yuantian is my enemy. I owe him a favor, and I must protect him today!" Heng Jun shouted. Thousands of miles away, he waved his Ascension Banner, sending out a hazy celestial light that blocked the golden scroll and forced back the three mysterious experts.

"Boundless Heaven, Boundless Earth, Boundless Law, in the name of Heng Jun..." Heng Jun cast a spell, an ancient incantation, a ball of light flew out, enveloping the reappearing Zheng Yuantian, helping him to ward off disaster.

"Fellow Daoist Zheng, once you get through this day, the sea will be wide enough for fish to leap freely," Heng Jun said.

Zheng Yuantian nodded and turned to leave. However, he was unable to remain hidden, as he was locked in by the golden scroll and would not disappear until a day later.

Fortunately, Heng Jun's ancient curse protected him, keeping him from dying for the time being, allowing him to struggle against the New Covenant. Most importantly, no one else attacked him.

"Heng Jun, what a nuisance!" Wang Xuan felt intensely dissatisfied. If it weren't for this man interfering, Zheng Yuantian might have died suddenly.

"However, Zheng Yuantian must die!" He didn't know what had happened to his parents, but since Zheng Yuantian's disciples had made a move and even caused deaths, and Zheng Yuantian had even dragged a warship into the curtain at the last moment, it was clear how fierce the attack was. If he wasn't killed, the consequences would be too great.

He took a deep breath and temporarily left the giant city. The golden scroll would last for another day, and it would become the most dazzling lighthouse, guiding Old Zheng to where he stood!

Shenkong Cliff is a vast stone forest area with almost no vegetation. There are towering Stone Mountain that reach into the clouds, like divine swords stuck in the ground. There are also huge meteorites, said to be fragments of the moon, which were once used to refine the rare material Moon Gold.

Wang Xuan and the Sword Immortal agreed to meet here. It's not far from Zheng Yuantian's territory; it only takes about two hours to fly here.

He frowned and searched for a long time before finding Juanxiu's message: the Sword Immortal's main body had been here, but left the Immortal Realm a few days ago.

She went to the Higher Mental World — the Guanghan Palace —to continue practicing her swordsmanship, vowing to become an unparalleled expert in the near future. She would not leave seclusion until she became unparalleled, and this time she would not leave with Wang Xuan.

She originally intended to take care of him, but he didn't come no matter how long she waited.

Wang Xuan hadn't expected that it would take more than ten days to get from where he appeared to Zheng Yuantian's territory; the area was simply too vast.

"Alright, it's better to wait until she breaks through to the peerless level before going out!" Wang Xuan turned and left.

Next, he lay low and waited for time to pass. Now that Zheng Yuantian had been beaten to a pulp and fallen from the peerless realm, if it weren't for Heng Jun's ancient curse protecting him, this would be the perfect time to kill him.

"However, you'll still die if you endure it all day, so just stay there." He was looking at the map. The place where Old Zheng was waiting to die wasn't very far from Heng Jun Dojo.

With Wang Xuan's current strength, it would probably take him two days to get there. If it were a technique comparable to that of a peerless expert, then it wouldn't be anything special.

He glanced at the magnificent mountain range where Zheng Yuantian was located, where Chaos Heavenly Thunder struck intermittently, and Old Zheng was still being struck!

He was assessing the timeframe, ready to arrange a third wave of support activities for Old Zheng at any moment, but he couldn't do it too frequently, lest it arouse suspicion from the unparalleled master and cause serious trouble.

"Actually, everyone is probably thinking about it now. At most, they can make one more move. As the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. Moreover, after making the move, they have to kill Zheng Yuantian and leave immediately."

Now, let's use the golden scroll to deplete the ancient curse on him; the time is not yet right.

As expected, the World-Crossing Sword escaped, and even Heng Jun was unable to stop it. The sword light surged and collided with the Ascension Banner. The energy soared into the sky, and stars were pierced through, creating a terrifying scene.

People fell silent. Such a treasure was too difficult to obtain. Heng Jun's ability to obtain the Ascension Banner left people speechless with admiration. His Auspicious Qi too great.

In the final period of his life, Wang Xuan gradually experienced the customs and culture of the immortal realm. Overall, the beautiful landscape was tinged with decay, and the people were pessimistic.

Now, the whole world knows that the immortal realm is doomed, many beings are going mad, and chaos has raged in various places for a long time, until they are exhausted and many people have become numb and pessimistic.

A small town, shrouded in a somber atmosphere.

"Immortal Ancestor Zheng Dojo was destroyed, but my family handed over all the spiritual items to buy a place for my sister and me to leave, so we could enter the mortal world with Immortal Ancestor Zheng's camp. Now that the huge altar that crosses realms has been destroyed, will it be rebuilt?" Someone trembled.

He was a young man, his face filled with bewilderment. He had exhausted everything, and his family had sacrificed so much for him and his sister, only to have this unexpected turn of events.

"Just now, one of Immortal Ancestor Zheng's disciples said that the altar will not be rebuilt. It's not their fault," someone sighed.

The young man was pale and said, "Can you return the spiritual item? It's all my family's savings. If not, half of it will do. I'll go to another sect leader 'Dojo and bid for a spot for my sister. I won't leave myself."

"Immortal Ancestor Zheng's disciple said he will not back down!" someone said with a heavy heart.

This is what Wang Xuan saw and heard as he traveled through a small town. He saw a young man holding his underage sister's hand, his face full of despair.

In fact, this is not an isolated case, but rather too many. The immortal realm is currently in turmoil, and not all extraordinary beings can enter the mortal world.

Those families that can buy a spot and go to great lengths to enter the real world are already considered to be quite powerful extraordinary families.

"When the time comes, we'll go through the curtain ourselves. Before the immortal realm is destroyed, we'll fight to the death to achieve our goal of becoming mortals in the human world. If we die, we'll perish along with the immortal realm," someone said.

Wang Xuan's heart was filled with unease. The celestial realm did not match the beautiful image people had of it. It was now like the end of the world, filled with sorrow and desolation.

He saw a couple crying in each other's arms, one of them able to enter the human world, while the other was not qualified and could not buy a "slot" to escape.

Wang Xuan shook his head violently. He could save some people, but he couldn't save this world. If so many extraordinary beings entered the human realm, it would be impossible to withstand it.

Those patriarchs weren't entirely heartless; they were simply powerless to take everyone away, as the mortal world couldn't bear the burden.

A young couple destined to part ways wept together, feeling helpless and desolate.

"You've gone to the human world, you must live well..." The woman choked up before she could finish speaking.

"I'm not leaving. I'll stay here with you. I'm not going anywhere else!" The man gritted his teeth, wiped away his tears, and decided to stay behind the curtain.

The woman was both moved and saddened. She stopped him, saying, "Don't be foolish. Your family worked so hard to get you a spot."

"Give it to my brother, and I'll stay with you!"

Wang Xuan is powerless to save this world. How will it evolve? Will everyone really be buried? How many lives will that take? Just thinking about it weighs heavily on one's heart, leaving one speechless.

Although the Transcendent Immortals lamented that they were born at the wrong time, that mythology was dying out, and that there was no way to advance further, they still had the opportunity to enter the mortal world and perhaps become ordinary people.

Many more lower- and middle-level extraordinary beings are destined to perish along with the immortal realm, not even having the right to live. They are the truly pitiful ones.

"I've always worried that if mythological figures entered the mortal world, it would be a bloodbath and an unbearable tragedy for ordinary people. But now it seems that those bad things didn't happen, and all the extraordinary beings were restrained."

Wang Xuan felt somewhat depressed. In the end, were the extraordinary people the ones who suffered the most, felt the most helpless, and felt the most desolate?

Soon after, many people could no longer survive and had no more opportunities.

When Supernatural Practitioner enter the Real World, what happens when their extraordinary abilities disappear, their photographic memory is gone, and their various talents are worn away? Will they become a vulnerable group?

The thought that those Super Battleship fleets that had ventured into deep space would one day return stirred his emotions. He took a deep breath and left the small town.

In the past, he worried that ordinary people would be trampled on by mythical figures and Blood Food by demons. In fact, there were indeed people from the lineage of the Demon Ancestor who wreaked havoc on New Star, so he fought against them fiercely.

Now, he worries about the Supernatural Practitioner will lose everything in the future.

Will there come a day when he will stand up for the former Supernatural Practitioner and protect those people?

In general, he sympathized with the weak and did not want a special class to be superior and oppress or trample on the lower classes.

"I don't know what the future holds. In this Correction of the Present World, there will be endless joys and sorrows, and it will be far more cruel than I imagined." He can only take it one step at a time.

Now, he is going to take action and kill Zheng Yuantian. From any perspective, this man is a menace, and there is no need to let him live.