This involves their respective interests and the future course of events. No one is willing to relinquish their hold outside the heavens, so they can only continue to fight within them.
Xu Long clearly sensed that the other party had come with hostility, and his alertness was at its peak. His Magic Power surged out almost uncontrollably, and his body arched as he retreated.
When Shankui entered the Center, he was taken aback when he saw the huge Dharma seal. However, he seemed to be very experienced. After only glancing at the Dharma seal and the Ancestral Spirit in the curtain for a moment, he calmed down.
When he saw a shooting star streak across the heavens from the Milky Way, he sensed something unusual, but he didn't pay it much attention.
It wasn't until the meteor broke through numerous obstacles, streaked across the myriad realms, and headed straight for the Heaven Beyond Heaven that Shankui felt a surge of shock.
The Heaven Beyond Heaven are Hundun, the place where heaven and earth were first created. It is not a place that ordinary star systems can reach. At this moment, Shankui realized that this was not an ordinary shooting star, but the most precious comet in the Milky Way!
The comet streaked across the myriad realms, reaching even the Hundun Heaven Beyond Heaven. What this signified was self-evident to a great cultivator like Shankui.
The era has ended, the Tao has lost its power, and even the Eternity kingdom has turned into Guixu.
All the figures of the past have become legends, and all the past glories have become history.
But many years later, the comet was seen again, reaching Heaven Beyond Heaven!
This is the glory of cultivators, this is the good news after countless years of silence!
At the moment the comet lit up, Shankui couldn't help but fantasize: Was a new era about to begin, and would the revolving world soon favor their generation of cultivators?
Will the glory of the past be repeated in their generation of cultivators?
Will that immortal legend continue to unfold among their generation of cultivators?
This is, after all, the first time in countless years that someone has been granted Immortal Register!
Before he could finish his daydream, some old guys sent him a message, telling him to quickly investigate the cultivators who had ascended to the Immortal Register Rank, to make sure they found out the truth, and then to make a long-term plan.
Therefore, after receiving messages from several old guys, Shankui, for the sake of his grand future plans and the situation ahead, reluctantly gave up the benefits he was about to gain and, risking his Undying and Indestructible Body, began to teleport outside the heavens.
Those old guys were also anxious, afraid that he wouldn't put in the effort, so they promised him a bunch of conditions in advance.
In the end, Shankui complied with their demands and began to traverse the myriad realms of the heavens and earth, completely neglecting to restore his Magic Power and original death energy.
By the time he finally entered the Center, he had already slipped from his original realm through repeated frantic traversals, and now he had actually fallen to the Golden Immortal Realm realm.
But once he reached the Center, Shankui realized he had been too hasty. He clearly hadn't expected that there were two powerful figures Center.
That undying golden light, that dazzling magic seal—which of them wasn't once a being that could swallow the heavens and earth? How could he possibly allow himself to act so recklessly?
By this time, he had cursed those old scoundrels a thousand times in his mind. They must have known that there was something strange about this space, but they still persuaded him to come here.
They've calculated that since they're Undying and Indestructible Body, they won't actually lose their lives here. The conditions and benefits they promise are likely things they've already prepared!
Feeling the power of the Ancestral Spirit and the Heaven Patroler, Shankui felt like a naive young girl who had been tricked by a group of old rogues.
But he remained completely calm, not only because of his rich experience in battle and his steady demeanor, but also because he possessed a truly immortal physique, giving him the confidence to embark on this journey.
He knew that there were many powerful beings in the myriad realms yesterday, and after pondering the aura of the Ancestral Spirit and the Heaven Patroler for a while, he dared not get involved in the causal power within them. Perhaps he had already made a judgment in his heart.
Perhaps these old scoundrels didn't just want to "invite" the cultivator who received the Immortal Register to leave; they probably had deeper schemes regarding the enormous magic seal and the sealed Ancestral Spirit...
But when Shankui saw Xu Long, his composure crumbled instantly...
Deceived by a group of old scoundrels, he traversed beyond the heavens, sacrificing his own life force and death energy. After countless hardships, he finally arrived at the Center, only to find Xu Long...
The differing philosophies of the Heavenly Palace and the Divine Hall led to significant disagreements among the cultivators of both sides.
According to the information revealed by the Main God, both sides are pushing to make arrangements throughout the myriad realms in order to influence the future course of events.
The struggles between cultivators were something I had already gleaned from Wang Yan's early experiences.
Shankui also harbored resentment towards Xu Long for a long time. The two constantly teleported through the myriad worlds in order to obtain the energy within them.
Shankui had made several meticulous plans, but under Xu Long's command, all his painstaking efforts were rendered futile.
When he saw Xu Long again at Center, a complex emotion welled up in his heart.
Those who receive the Immortal Register must possess great wisdom, perseverance, opportunity, and fortune.
Xu Long emerged from the myriad small worlds, surviving crisis after crisis and searching for a glimmer of hope in each Extremis.
After overcoming countless hardships, he has finally received the Immortal Register today, becoming the focus of attention for all ages. His ability to comprehend his own laws undoubtedly makes him an outstanding individual.
However, for the Heavenly Palace and the Shankui, Xu Long's existence may not be a good thing. The ebb and flow between the Divine Hall and the Heavenly Palace may soon be reflected in Xu Long.
As Shankui looked at the Eight Trigrams Formation Diagram in Xu Long's hand, he couldn't help but scan the location of the Ancestral Spirit once more, and the lightning and fire instantly condensed in the empty eye sockets of the skull.
He now seemed to understand how Xu Long had received the Immortal Register, and also seemed to grasp the true intentions of those old scoundrels...
Hehehe...
The voice, which sounded like both crying and laughing, continued to come. This voice was extremely sharp, as if it were a radiating sound that went straight into the cultivator's mind.
Shankui already knew what to do. He relentlessly pursued Xu Long through the air, and as they drew near, he suddenly unleashed a burst of power. His enormous skull instantly shifted shape amidst the sea of lightning.
The cawing of drums rang out, and countless gray crows seemed to be dancing in the air under someone's command. The round skull, after the crows changed formation, had transformed into a giant finger.
Xu Long retreated rapidly, and when he looked up, he saw a huge gray finger reflected in his eyes, which was now crushing straight down on him.
The finger was composed of countless gray crows, with the gaps tightly filled with streams of death energy. Its power was incredibly heavy, and when it pressed down, it was like a mountain.
As Xu Long retreated rapidly, he thought the finger strike was a little slow, but Tian clearly underestimated Shankui's abilities.
The gray crow transformed from a skull into a giant finger in the blink of an eye, and when it attacked Xu Long, it directly tore through space.
No matter how Xu Long tried to escape, the gray finger simply slammed down on him, distorting the spatial barrier in front of him, followed by a surge of dense death energy.
A sudden urgency rose in Xu Long. In this critical moment, he had no choice but to act, and a streak of light flashed across the sky.
Buzz!
A crisp sword cry echoed through the sea of lightning.
As the streak of light swept across the sea of lightning, a loud whooshing sound filled the air. The small sword suddenly expanded in mid-air, transforming into a giant sword that hovered before Xu Long, carrying a chilling aura.
The gray fingers that were grinding towards Xu Long showed no sign of slowing down. After the greatsword arrived in front of Xu Long first, the fingers followed suit and ruthlessly ground towards Xu Long.
An immense sense of oppression arose in his heart, and the overwhelming death aura instantly permeated Xu Long's surroundings, as if it were about to completely engulf him.
The gray death aura even broke away from the formation of the gray crows, rushing straight towards Xu Long's limbs and bones, leaving him no time to think of a countermeasure. He immediately began to rapidly twist his greatsword in front of him.
As Magic Power was poured into the sword, a shield of light erupted, creating afterimages on the twisting sword light, firmly protecting Xu Long.
A series of clanging sounds erupted as the gray gas approaching Xu Long was instantly shattered by the spinning giant sword.
However, the sound emanating from it was exceptionally piercing, as if there were some metallic substance within the gray gas, forcing the sword energy afterimages to constantly turn back to prevent them from dissipating.
With the giant sword blocking his way, Xu Long was finally able to catch his breath as he retreated.
He moved slightly slower, then quickly began to regulate the Magic Power within his body, pouring all the surging Magic Power from his meridians into the sword.
The giant sword was struck by the immense Power of Oblivion, and a sharp gleam suddenly burst forth from its edge, the afterimages also carrying an unbearable sword light.
At this moment, the giant sword resembled a golden wheel, radiating thousands of rays of light in front of Xu Long, which shot towards the gray finger.
However, the fingers formed by Shankui were quite nimble. Seeing that the golden wheel was equally powerful, it merely absorbed some scattered gray gas and swayed slightly in the air.
With a "whoosh," lightning and fire blazed brightly in the empty eye sockets of the skull, and the aura of the gray fingers surged once more.
When faced with Xu Long's giant sword, he crushed it down like a gray mountain, completely ignoring the giant sword before him.
Xu Long's vision suddenly went dark as gray fingers instantly covered his head, and then he felt a strong sense of oppression coming from above.
Xu Long's just-steadied body was thrown backward by a Super Strength. The downward crushing of the fingers was quite powerful, causing Xu Long and his greatsword to sink into the sea of lightning in an instant.
This mere finger's power gave Xu Long an overwhelming feeling of powerlessness. The gray gas, connected by lightning and fire, seemed poised to bury him completely within it.
At this moment, Xu Long felt quite heavy-hearted. The Power of Oblivion within him was frantically poured into the sword light, and the golden wheel shone brightly in front of the gray fingers, rising high like a blazing sun.
The clanging sounds continued loudly, and Xu Long's falling speed finally came to a halt.
The golden wheel formed by the giant sword blocked the rampage of the gray gas, and countless gray crows were annihilated under the sword's light.
But these gray crows seemed quite strange; when they clashed with the sword light, they produced a series of metallic clangs.
As the gray crows ahead were shredded, and the enormous gray finger above was now right in front of him, Xu Long felt a foul stench fill his senses, almost causing him to faint.
This dense aura of death, accumulated over an unknown period of time, swirled around the gray crow. When the crow took flight, the aura of death followed, creating a majestic sight that seemed to blot out the sky.
Xu Long's face contorted in rage beneath the fingers, veins bulging on his forehead. His once upright posture was now bent under the weight, and the pressure emanating from the fingers made Xu Long feel a heavy weight in his chest.
At this moment, the finger, disregarding Gray Crow's life or death, was grinding towards him inch by inch, and the gray gas it emitted was like a rope that imprisoned the surrounding spatial barriers.
Countless gray threads stretched out like a curtain in this area, forming a small cage, within which Xu Long was doomed.
His chest heaved for a moment, then he took a deep breath and exhaled towards the greatsword in front of him, uttering a single word:
"Imperial Edict!"
As soon as the word was uttered, the Magic Power accumulated in his meridians surged toward the giant sword.
The muffled sounds of "bang bang bang" erupted in front of him, and the golden wheel became transparent in the gray gas, with the bursts of sword light shooting out towards his fingers.
The gray gas above Xu Long had thinned somewhat, but his fingers continued to grind straight down.
A "crackling" sound came from within his body. Xu Long's bones were twisted by the Super Strength falling from above. With a ferocious expression, Xu Long retreated continuously, but his fingers held firmly in place, preventing him from falling.
Buzz!
The golden wheel in front of him roared angrily.
The sword light that had previously fallen into the gray fingers rose up layer by layer, like a curtain being drawn back, dissecting the solid gray fingers layer by layer.
The momentum of the fingers grinding through the air was suddenly stopped, and the pressure on Xu Long decreased sharply. He immediately resumed his bent posture and simultaneously made the giant sword spin in front of him.
Knowing he couldn't linger in the deathly aura, he wanted to wield his greatsword and charge out. With a thought, he saw the golden wheel, carrying a chilling sword aura, circle between his gray fingers.
Unexpectedly, the finger seemed to know his intention, and it contracted in mid-air, causing the gray gas to expand more than tenfold, making the finger appear even larger.
The enlarged finger deftly twirled in the air, drawing a huge circle in front of Xu Long, instantly enveloping the giant sword that had just tried to escape.
The gray gas seemed to be alive; after trapping the giant sword, it rapidly shrank in circles, determined to completely imprison Xu Long and the giant sword within it.
At this moment, the finger came again, accompanied by a gray halo, looking from a distance like a huge open funnel.
However, Xu Long, who was opposite the finger, did not retreat but advanced. Ignoring the pressure of the finger, he quickly recalled the sword light with his mind, and then opened his own Celestial Phenomenon, communicating his Law of Slaughter with his will.
A surge of immense energy swept through the Celestial Phenomenon, causing a transformation of the stars beyond the heavens, and an ancient energy emerged from the shimmering Milky Way.
The Law of Slaughter has been fully formed and will now be attached to the sword light.