Become a True Lord Soon
The Lingyong Realm Heaven, split in two, lies across the void like an ancient jade disc cleaved by a giant axe.
The broken edge is jagged and rugged, and its original essence is still slowly dissipating.
Qi Yun turned around, and all he could see was deathly silence.
The once lush and verdant mountains have now turned into charred pebbles, floating slowly in the void.
Those valleys that once flowed with spiritual springs are now just dry, cracked riverbeds, with turbulent currents of earth, fire, wind, and water surging deep within the fissures.
Countless magnificent palaces, bustling cities, and tranquil villages have long since vanished.
Only a few fragments of ruins float silently in the void, bearing witness to the fact that life once inhabited this place.
More often than not, nothing was left, and everything vanished into nothingness.
Hundreds of millions of lives, in the terrifying aftershocks of the True Lord, didn't even have time to utter a cry before their homes and families were wiped out.
Their beliefs, and all traces of their existence, have become part of the chaos.
There are floating corpses, preserving the posture of their last moments before death—running, crawling, or huddled together, their faces already blurred.
All that remained were empty eye sockets, staring blankly at the void that no longer belonged to them.
Some lingering souls, not yet completely dissipated, let out silent wails in the void before being swept away and utterly annihilated by the raging earth fire and wind.
Qi Yun could sense that the once dense and almost impenetrable Incense and Fire Prayer Power in this world, the vast torrent that carried the faith and prayers of billions of living beings, had now vanished.
Only a few extremely thin, remaining fragments of willpower still drift in the void, like a kite with a broken string, helpless and alone, and will eventually return to nothingness.
This once vibrant and prosperous realm has been completely reduced to a dead land.
Qi Yun remained silent and withdrew his gaze.
This is the aftermath of the battle of the True Lord.
Even if it is only affected by the impact, even if it is not the target of the attack, it is a catastrophic disaster for this land and the living beings that inhabit it.
In the peach grove.
The Desolate Halberd True Lord sat cross-legged, his upper body bare.
His usual coarse cloth robe had long since been reduced to dust in the battle, revealing a body that inspired awe in any living being.
But at this moment, the body was covered with crisscrossing wounds.
Those scars, some deep enough to expose bone, others as fine as a hair, all exuded an indelible, eerie aura.
That was the mark left by the Coffin-Bearing True Lord's attack, and the "destructive" intent contained within it was still trying to erode his physical body and Dao Fruit.
He frowned and raised his right hand.
With his fingers slightly bent, he slowly probed into a hideous wound below his right rib.
The wound was about three inches long, with jagged edges, as if it had been torn apart by some brutal force. Even now, a strange, dark green mist still seeps out from it, making a faint "sizzling" sound.
The moment Desolate Halberd True Lord's fingers probed into the wound, his brows furrowed even more, and a vein bulged slightly on his forehead.
That was a pain that even True Lord would find difficult to bear.
But he didn't stop; his fingers continued to probe inside, as if searching for something.
A moment later, his fingertips touched a cold, slippery object that seemed to have a faint pulsation.
The next second!
His five fingers suddenly clenched!
"Laugh""
With a soft click, his finger was withdrawn from the wound, and on his fingertip was a thin strand of dark green mist, about three inches long, as thin as a hair!
The thick fog seemed alive, twisting and struggling wildly at his fingertips, trying to break free!
With each twist, it exuded a terrifying aura that could make even Great True Person Divine Soul in his soul, as if it would corrode and destroy everything that touched it!
Desolate Halberd True Lord stared at the strange mist at his fingertips, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.
"Snort."
With a cold snort, he suddenly exerted force with his five fingers!
"Smack!"
The eerie mist that would have rendered any Great True Person helpless shattered between his fingers like fragile glass!
Countless tiny, dark green light spots scattered and flew everywhere, only to be swept away and annihilated into nothingness by the domineering aura naturally emanating from his body.
As the eerie mist was extinguished, the crisscrossing wounds on the body of the Desolate Halberd True Lord began to heal at a visible speed.
Muscles move, tendons and bones reconnect, and skin is remodeled.
In just a few breaths, that body, which was enough to inspire awe in any living being, had been restored to its original state, showing no trace of the battle it had fought.
His aura also rose steadily, and he quickly returned to his peak condition from the fatigue and weakness of the previous battle.
The jet-black halberd stood beside him, sensing its master's recovery, and emitted a deep, joyful hum.
Desolate Halberd True Lord slowly stood up.
He looked up at the completely shattered Lingyong Realm Heaven, at the enormous crack that stretched across the void, at the countless floating ruins and corpses, a faint trace of regret flashing in his eyes.
"Even the Lord of the Ancient Coffin was persuaded—"
He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a complex emotion that was hard to describe.
"Looks like the old folks are really getting impatient."
He took a deep breath, the breath like a whale inhaling water, drawing in all the remaining Spiritual Qi and fragments of Principle from the surrounding area, and then slowly exhaled.
He turned around and looked at Qi Yun, who was standing in the void not far away.
The deep blue figure stood at the edge of the enormous rift that tore through the Lingyong.
His eyes shimmered with azure-gold divine light, as if he wanted to imprint all the terrifying traces of the battlefield deep into his mind.
Desolate Halberd True Lord looked at that figure, a hint of approval flashed in his eyes.
This kid knows how to cherish fortuitous opportunity.
The traces of the great battle True Lord are themselves extremely rare objects of study and enlightenment.
Those shattered Principle, annihilated Dao rhythms, and lingering killing intent are all invaluable resources for enlightenment that any Great True Person could only hope to encounter.
"Let's go, Qi boy."
He spoke, his voice not loud, yet it clearly pierced through the remaining chaotic currents in the void and reached Qi Yun's ears.
"Hui Xuanhuang."
"If we don't go back now, I'm afraid we might never be able to."
Qi Yun turned around, and the divine light in his blue-gold eyes slowly faded.
He looked at Desolate Halberd True Lord, a hint of doubt in his eyes. "Can't we go back?"
Desolate Halberd True Lord nodded slightly, casually pointing to the completely shattered Lingyong Realm Heaven, then to the depths of the endless void. His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable certainty. "Driving them away is only the first step."
He paused, his eyes seeming to hold the images of stars rising and falling, and the void shattering. "The whereabouts of True Lord from beyond the realm are unpredictable; beings like the Lord of the Ancient Coffin cannot find all True Lord."
"Soon, they will definitely block the path into Xuanhuang from the outside."
"To ensure that all True Lord still outside the realm cannot return to Xuanhuang."
He looked at Qi Yun, his gaze calm, yet Qi Yun felt an invisible pressure. "And being separated from Xuanhuang for too long will also lead to instability in Fruition Status."
"So, whether it's chasing us away or stopping us, these are all tactics the old guys use against us."
He paused slightly, then said, word by word, "And—it's just as effective."
Qi Yun fell silent.
He gazed at the True Lord before him, reborn from the ashes and still incomparably domineering, then at the completely shattered Lingyong Realm Heaven, and then at the endless depths of the void.
Countless thoughts flashed through my mind like lightning.
Those lofty figures who exist only in legends, above the True Lord, have become irreconcilable and absolute enemies with the True Lord who currently sit in Xuanhuang and look down upon all living beings.
And the final breaking point of this super war----
His gaze sharpened slightly; he already knew the answer in his heart.
Most likely, it will still end up in the Xuanhuang Home Realm.
"Kid."
The voice of the Desolate Halberd True Lord rang out again, pulling him back from his reverie.
I know you have grand ambitions.
Those eyes fell on Qi Yun, their gaze calm yet carrying a profound understanding of the world gained through countless trials. "But the current situation doesn't give you much more time."
He paused slightly, then spoke each word with the sharpness of metal striking the depths of Qi Yun's mind, "Become a ruler as soon as possible."
"If I don't become your ruler, once that great war descends—"
He pointed to the devastated and utterly desolate Lingyong Realm Heaven: "In the entire Xuanhuang, I'm afraid not a single living being can survive."
Qi Yun looked in the direction he was pointing.
The shattered heavens, the floating corpses, the dissipated Incense and Fire Prayer Power, and the countless lives that had vanished into nothingness struck his heart like a heavy hammer.
He slowly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head slightly, and solemnly Desolate Halberd True Lord Huangji: "Disciple understands."
Desolate Halberd True Lord nodded and said no more.
He raised his right hand and gently beckoned in the direction where Qi Yun was.
"Shoo-one"
The [Six Realms Heaven] that Qi Yun suddenly flew out of his hand!
It traced a dark blue trail in the void and landed in the outstretched palm of the Desolate Halberd True Lord.
Immediately, he clenched his fist.
"Buzz-!!!"
The Six Realms Heaven suddenly erupted with an unprecedentedly brilliant light!
Within the light, countless ancient seal characters seemed to come alive, flowing, combining, and evolving wildly!
They detached from the surface of the bronze cube, transforming into thick chains of Principle that pierced fiercely towards a certain direction in the void!
"Sizzle--!!!"
The void, like a fragile piece of cloth, was forcibly torn open by those chains of Principle, creating a huge gap!
At the edge of the breach, chaotic currents surged, and the earth, fire, wind, and water roared!
And deep within that gap, a straight, stable passage, radiating a warm glow, is rapidly taking shape!
At the end of the passage, faintly visible, one could see a vast and boundless world—the aura of the Xuanhuang Home Realm!
"Walk!"
With a soft utterance, Desolate Halberd True Lord transformed into a streak of Flowing Light and rushed into the passage first!
Qi Yun followed without hesitation!
Two figures, one after the other, disappeared into the passage leading to Xuanhuang.
Behind them, the huge gaping hole slowly healed, and the chaotic air currents gradually subsided.
All that remained was the completely shattered and utterly desolate Lingyong Realm Heaven, along with countless floating corpses and ruins, drifting silently and eternally in this void.
The moment Qi Yun stepped into the passage, the scene before him suddenly changed.
Those bizarre and fantastical void phenomena, those raging chaotic currents, and those unpredictable spatial folds were all kept outside the passage.
Beneath our feet lies a solid road formed from the Principle, stretching straight into the distance.
Ahead, the figure of the Desolate Halberd True Lord stood tall and imposing, with his jet-black halberd hovering beside him, radiating an aura that brought peace of mind.
Qi Yun composed himself and followed closely behind.
Within the passage, there is no sun, no moon, no time, and no space.
It felt like only a moment had passed, yet also like ten thousand years had gone by.
Finally, the vast aura of the Xuanhuang Home Realm ahead became clearer, denser, and more and more...
Within reach!
Just as the two figures were about to rush out of the passage and truly step into the territory of the Xuanhuang Home Realm!
"Buzz!!!"
An indescribable, overwhelmingly powerful force of restraint and displacement suddenly erupted without warning!
Forced teleportation!
Qi Yun only felt a blur before his eyes.
When he regained his balance and senses.
The scene before my eyes has changed drastically!
Wuji Sacred Sect, Great Void Mirror Heaven!
That familiar, shimmering, cool light of the crystal-clear sky; that majestic, black iron palace; that swirling sea of clouds; that tranquil Daoist aura—
Everything was incredibly familiar.
Qi Yun frowned slightly and subconsciously looked to his side.
Desolate Halberd True Lord stood beside him, having also been forcibly moved here from that passage.
The jet-black halberd hovered beside him, emitting a low, slightly disgruntled hum.
Desolate Halberd True Lord ignored the humming of the halberd.
He slightly raised his eyes and looked towards a certain point in the void.
There stood a figure in a black robe, hands clasped behind his back.
The robe was as black as ink, without any patterns, yet it naturally exuded a chilling sense of "Return to Nothingness." His face was as cold and hard as ancient iron, with no emotional fluctuation between his brows, except for his eyes, which froze everything and were unfathomable.
The Wudao Extreme Dharma True Lord.
Desolate Halberd True Lord looked at him, his brows furrowed, about to speak.
The True Lord Wudao remained silent.
He raised his hand and flicked it gently.
A golden light flew out from his sleeve, tracing a mysterious trajectory, and landed precisely in the outstretched palm of the Desolate Halberd True Lord.
That was a gold leaf.
It is about three inches long and two fingers wide, and its entire body has a warm and noble light golden color.
There are no words or patterns on the surface, only a faint, ethereal shadow that seems to be formed from countless ancient seal characters.
It was a palace.
A celestial palace so majestic it defies description, so grand it defies imagination, as if it bore the entire fortune and tradition of all the heavens and myriad realms.
Desolate Halberd True Lord lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the golden sticker.
It landed on the illusory image of the palace.
His brows, which were slightly furrowed, suddenly tightened.
"The Heavenly Court —has been born?"