The Celestial Battle Commences
The skies above the Celestial Realm trembled violently.
A rift opened across the heavens like a wound in reality itself. From it descended the Ansha, his blue robes flowing behind him like a banner of quiet authority.
Behind him came hundreds of Celestial immortals.
They poured from the sky like a divine storm.
Each immortal radiated ancient power, their auras forming a massive tide of energy that rolled across the battlefield in crushing waves. The light of their magic refracted through the void, turning the battlefield into a swirling ocean of celestial brilliance.
The air shimmered with unbearable pressure.
Even the most seasoned disciples and Saints instinctively stepped back.
Xiao Yan stood at the center of the advancing battalion.
His eyes narrowed as he surveyed the scene.
Chaos spread across the battlefield—cosmic winds screaming, magic colliding, soldiers shouting commands.
Yet within him, a strange calm settled.
A moment of clarity.
"It is you," Xiao Yan muttered quietly.
His voice was low, but the determination within it burned like fire.
The Ansha's gaze drifted toward him.
A faint smile touched his lips.
"You've come to kill me?" he asked.
His voice carried both amusement and authority, echoing across the Celestial Realm like distant thunder.
Xiao Yan lifted the God-Destroying Sword.
"I won't waste my time," he replied.
Every word felt carved from steel.
The Ansha chuckled softly.
The sound vibrated through the air.
"I hope so," he said calmly. "I'm in a hurry too."
Xiao Yan frowned.
"In a hurry?" he repeated. "You—undaunted as always. Why?"
For a moment, the Ansha did not answer.
His eyes slowly moved across the battlefield, scanning the chaos unfolding around them.
"Xiao Yan," he said at last, "don't bite the hand that feeds you."
The words struck Xiao Yan like a sudden blow.
"Look carefully," the Ansha continued quietly.
"The real enemy is near."
"Not me."
Xiao Yan's chest tightened.
"The hand that feeds me?" he said coldly. "The real enemy?"
His grip tightened around the sword.
"All I see…"
His eyes burned with fury.
"…is you."
Without another word—
They moved.
Their clash exploded across the battlefield.
Lightning erupted from their collision as blade met celestial force. Waves of energy burst outward, shattering fragments of floating land and sending shockwaves racing through the Celestial Realm.
The impact alone shook the battlefield.
But the difference in power was immediately clear.
The Ansha barely moved.
A subtle gesture of his hand released an invisible wave of force.
Xiao Yan was thrown backward violently.
His body crashed into the ground, cracking the celestial surface beneath him. Blood spilled from his lips as he struggled to rise.
The Ansha did not pursue him.
Instead, his attention turned to the surrounding battlefield.
His figure blurred.
In the next instant—
He appeared among the disciples.
With a single motion of his hand, a terrifying vortex of energy erupted outward.
The core essence of the weaker cultivators was ripped from their bodies instantly.
No screams.
No struggle.
Their bodies simply dissolved into nothingness.
Vanishing.
Silence spread through the battlefield like a shadow.
LuQi's eyes widened.
"Stop him!"
LuQi, Nem, and Di'or surged forward simultaneously.
Their attacks converged from three different directions—blades flashing, spells erupting, demonic and celestial energies colliding.
For a moment, it looked like they might trap him.
But the Ansha moved with effortless grace.
He stepped aside from one strike.
Turned past another.
Deflected the third with two fingers.
Then he raised his hand.
A wave of divine force exploded outward.
LuQi, Nem, and Di'or were hurled back simultaneously.
Their bodies slammed into the ground as blood burst from their mouths.
Yet none of them remained down.
They rose again.
Wounded.
But unbroken.
Xiao Yan pushed himself slowly to his feet.
He wiped the blood from his lips.
His eyes burned brighter than before.
The God-Destroying Sword hummed in his hand.
The battlefield trembled under the clash of titans.
And the war that would decide the fate of the universe—
Had only just begun.