The Great Void Spirit Realm, on the shore of the East Sea.
The sea breeze, carrying the stench of blood, swept across the ravaged coastline.
Broken fragments of Law Treasure mingled with the corpses of Demon Race, soaking in the dark red seawater, rising and falling with the waves.
We're... saved?
A cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, who had lost an arm, gazed at the sky, his voice hoarse and trembling with disbelief.
Even a wisp of aura from Demon Race at the True Immortal Realm realm is enough to crush them.
"No, not yet."
Li Taiqing spoke slowly, gazing at the sky, his brows furrowed:
"But the aura of that powerful Demon Race... seems to have been blocked."
His white clothes were stained with specks of blood.
Although Han Xuanji had left a backup plan, it was still only the power of the Immortal Ascension Realm, while the demon immortal's realm was clearly far beyond that. He wasn't sure if his Sword Qi could withstand such a powerful enemy.
Even if they tried their best, it would be useless against such immortal beings from the upper realm.
Now we can only rely on the powerful Human Race from the upper realm.
"I wonder how Master is doing..."
This thought suddenly flashed through Li Taiqing's mind.
Perhaps, the one who intervened to stop the demon immortal at this moment was his master, or someone related to him?
If Master were here, even the most perilous situation would seem to be easily resolved by him.
The thought brought a strange sense of peace.
At the same time, Lu Fan and the others also thought of Han Xuanji, and unanimously felt that if Han Xuanji were here, he would probably have a way to solve the problem.
The Little White Tiger even tried to communicate with Han Xuanji using the master-servant contract, but unfortunately the two were too far apart, and the message could not be transmitted to Han Xuanji's mind at all.
But they didn't know that.
Han Xuanji could actually see their every move clearly.
Having reached the Golden Immortal Realm realm, his Double Pupils were already powerful enough to see through everything, and with the Divine Pupils of Fate, it was like adding wings to a tiger.
However, Han Xuanji didn't have many thoughts about it. He would just glance at them when he thought of them, but he wouldn't interfere with their fate.
In fact, the fate he observed was constantly changing.
Fate is not predetermined.
Beyond the Great Void Spirit Realm, Endless Void turbulence flows.
This is a gap in the world, where the Principle are disordered, and bizarre energy storms sweep through from time to time, tearing apart any intruders.
Ordinary cultivators would be reduced to dust in an instant here.
Only cultivators who have entered the realm of Immortal Dao can traverse this realm.
"Arrogant!"
Enraged, Xue Yan manifested a phantom image of its true form in the void.
A colossal, ferocious bird, its body wreathed in crimson flames, unleashed its terrifying aura, a power typically found in the Middle Stage of the True Immortal Realm.
Crimson flames scorched the space, distorting the surrounding turbulent currents.
Don't underestimate the True Immortal Realm realm. In this lower realm, at most only Mystic Immortal participate in battles; True Immortal are already considered high-level combatants.
Generally speaking, in such a Spirit Realm that has an owner, powerful beings from other races will not interfere; they will let the cultivators of the lower realm fight for themselves.
Xue Yan knew he was being unreasonable this time, but the Golden Crow Divine Race of the Upper Realm was incredibly powerful, so he was just following orders.
"Buzz..."
Su Ming traveled through the interdimensional passage to the chaotic void outside the Great Void Spirit Realm.
His blue robes fluttered, his figure was upright, and the space around him was exceptionally stable.
In the lower realms, those who reach the Heavenly Immortal Realm can come and go freely. However, they are subject to supervision by Immortal Dao forces, and ordinary immortals cannot easily descend to the lower realms to avoid interfering with their operation.
"It's much more satisfying to take action here than to be constrained in the lower realms or suppressed by the Heavenly Dao in the upper realms."
Su Ming's gaze swept over the raging void currents around him as he pondered silently.
The only drawback is that the Earth Immortal is scarce, making it difficult to replenish what is consumed.
"So you're True Disciple of the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace! No wonder you're so arrogant!"
Xue Yan snorted coldly, recognizing Su Ming's origins. His apprehension deepened, but his killing intent also intensified, knowing he could not underestimate his opponent.
Without another word, a crimson feather fan suddenly appeared in his hand, and he swung it fiercely at Su Ming!
"Boom--!"
The raging blood flames transformed into a destructive torrent, incinerating the void and heading straight for Su Ming.
"Be careful, senior brother!"
The disciples of the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace exclaimed in alarm, desperately urging their immortal power to activate the immortal array's effect, hoping to help Su Ming.
However, Su Ming's sword was even faster.
With a gentle shake, the seemingly ordinary, even rusty, longsword in his hand peeled away, revealing a cold and chilling celestial radiance that illuminated the surrounding void.
A flash of sword light disappeared.
The sword light initially resembled a line of autumn water, clear and cold, before instantly slicing through the void.
quick!
Incredibly fast!
The rage on Xue Yan's face instantly turned into horror; he couldn't even catch the trajectory of the sword strike.
He felt Dao's Extremity sharp aura that ignored all defense and evasion, locking down his vital energy.
"How is that possible...?"
Before he could finish speaking...
The sword light arrived instantly, unleashing terrifying energy fluctuations that shone brightly above the void sea.
Time seemed to freeze at that moment.
The next moment, under the horrified gazes of the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace disciples, Xue Yan's body, wreathed in raging blood flames, exploded instantly, and the blood of True Immortal fell like rain into the Great Void Spirit Realm.
The whole process actually took only two breaths.
With a single sword strike, this True Immortal Demon Race perished.
Even within the same realm, the difference in strength is enormous.
"As expected of my True Disciple disciple!"
The disciple guarding the town muttered to himself, utterly shocked.
The person next to him recognized Su Ming's identity and said:
"More than just True Disciple... this Senior Brother Su Ming is a direct disciple of the Headmaster, and he will surely have a place among the next Ten Great True Disciples."
"I see."
The disciple suddenly realized what had happened, then looked at the speaker with a puzzled expression:
"Hmm? Senior brother, who are you?"
"I am the one who received your plea for help and rushed here."
This was said by a True Immortal cultivator from the Spirit Void Heavenly Palace.
"Ah?"
"Ah? And this Senior Brother Su Ming is...?"
"How would I know? Maybe it was just an act of kindness..."
The True Immortal disciple gazed at Su Ming's figure, his tone filled with uncertainty and awe.
In the Myriad Phenomena Garden.
Han Xuanji watched this scene and nodded secretly:
"Not bad, you have some of my style."
His fighting style is usually just as simple and decisive.
It was clear that Su Ming hadn't held back either; this sword strike, while not exactly using his full strength, had used at least 80% of his power, making it easy to kill an ordinary True Immortal.
The Great Void Spirit Realm.
The blood of demons and immortals fell like rain, and neither the cultivators of the Nine Provinces nor the remaining Demon Race understood what had happened.
"Is it the blood of an immortal?"
Sensing the rich, ethereal energy within the blood, someone tried sticking out their tongue and licking it.
It's still warm.
"No, it's the blood of a demon Demon Race!"
Li Taiqing was delighted and quickly identified the source of the blood.
Deep within the Heavenly Demon Realm, the composure on the golden-robed man's face finally vanished completely, replaced by a trace of fear and gloom.
Damn it!
He let out a low growl and slammed his fist hard on the armrest of the jade throne, instantly turning the armrest, which was harder than refined gold, into dust.
"How could someone from the upper realm arrive so quickly!"
The man in the golden robe guessed that the Human Race cultivators might come to their aid, but if they were even slightly slow, Xue Yan could easily slaughter this Human Race if it descended to the lower realm for even a moment, at which point they could reverse the situation.