Taixu Spirit Realm, East Sea Coast.
The sea breeze, carrying the scent of blood, swept across the ravaged coastline.
Fragments of broken Magic Treasures and Yao Race corpses were mixed, soaked in dark red seawater, rising and falling with the waves.
"We… are saved?"
A Cultivator in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm, with a severed arm, looked towards the sky, his voice hoarse and trembling with disbelief.
Yao Race of the True Immortal Realm, even a wisp of his Qi, was enough to crush them.
"No, not yet."
Li Taiqing spoke slowly, his brows tightly furrowed as he stared at the horizon:
"But that Yao Race expert's aura… seems to have been stopped."
His white robes were already stained with specks of blood.
Although he had the backup left by Han Xuanji, it was still the power of the Ascended Immortal Realm, and that Yao Immortal's Realm was clearly far beyond this Realm. He wasn't sure if his Sword Qi could contend with such a powerful enemy.
Facing such Immortals from the Upper Realm, even if they fought with all their might, it would be useless.
Now, they could only rely on the Human Race experts from the Upper Realm.
"I wonder how Master is doing…"
This thought suddenly flashed through Li Taiqing's mind.
Perhaps, the one who stepped forward to intercept the Yao Immortal at this moment was Master, or someone related to him?
If Master were here, no matter how dire the predicament, he always seemed to resolve it with ease.
This thought brought with it a strange sense of reassurance.
At the same time, Lu Fan and the others also thought of Han Xuanji, and coincidentally felt that if Han Xuanji were present, he would surely have a way to solve it.
Little White Tiger even tried to communicate with Han Xuanji through 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.
However, they did not know.
Han Xuanji actually saw their every move clearly.
After reaching the Golden Immortal Realm, his heavy pupils were already powerful enough to perceive everything, and with the Eyes of Destiny, it was like adding wings to a tiger.
However, Han Xuanji didn't have many thoughts; he just took a look when he thought of it and wouldn't interfere with their destiny.
In fact, the destiny he observed was constantly changing.
Destiny is not predetermined… Outside the Taixu Spirit Realm, in the endless Void Realm.
This was the gap between worlds, where Laws were chaotic, and bizarre energy storms swept through from time to time, tearing apart all intruders.
Ordinary Cultivators here would instantly turn to dust.
Only Cultivators who had entered the Immortal Dao Realm could traverse it.
"Arrogant!"
Xue Yan was furious, manifesting the phantom of his true form in the Void Realm.
A massive, ferocious bird wreathed in blood-red flames, its Middle Stage True Immortal Realm aura erupted, terrifyingly potent.
The blood-red flames scorched space, distorting the nearby turbulence.
Even though it was only the True Immortal Realm, in this Lower Realm area, at most only Profound Immortals participated in battles, and True Immortals were already Advanced combat power.
Generally speaking, for such a Spirit Realm with an owner, experts from other races would not intervene, allowing the Cultivators of the Lower Realm to fight among themselves.
This time, Xue Yan actually knew that he was in the wrong, but unfortunately, the Golden Crow God Clan in the Upper Realm was extremely powerful now, and he was only following orders.
"Buzz…"
Su Ming arrived at the turbulent Void Realm outside the Taixu Spirit Realm through the two-world passage.
His green robes fluttered, and his figure was tall and straight. The space where he stood was exceptionally stable.
In the Lower Realm area, reaching the Heavenly Immortal Realm allowed one to come and go freely, but there would be Immortal Dao forces supervising, and ordinary Immortals could not easily descend to the Lower Realm, to avoid disturbing the operation of these Lower Realms.
"Acting here is more satisfying than being constrained in the Lower Realm, or suppressed by the Heavenly Dao in the Upper Realm."
Su Ming's gaze swept across the violent Void Realm turbulence, pondering silently.
The only drawback was the sparse Immortal Qi here, making it difficult to replenish consumption.
"So it's a True Disciple of Lingxu Heavenly Palace, no wonder he's so ignorant of his own limitations!"
Xue Yan snorted coldly, recognizing Su Ming's origin. His apprehension deepened, but his killing intent also grew stronger, knowing he couldn't underestimate his opponent.
He said no more. A crimson feather fan suddenly appeared in his hand, and he fiercely fanned it towards Su Ming!
"Boom—!"
Towering blood flames transformed into a destructive torrent, incinerating the Void Realm, and rushing straight towards Su Ming.
"Senior Brother, be careful!"
The Lingxu Heavenly Palace Disciple exclaimed, desperately urging his Immortal power to activate the Immortal formation's effects, wanting to help Su Ming.
However, Su Ming's sword was even faster.
The seemingly ordinary, even rusty longsword in his hand vibrated lightly, the rust peeled off, and the sword body erupted with a clear and chilling Immortal glow, illuminating a portion of the Void Realm.
A Sword Light flashed forth.
The Sword Light, at first like a thread of autumn water, clear and cold, instantly streaked across the Void Realm.
Fast!
Unimaginably fast!
The rage on Xue Yan's face instantly turned to horror. He couldn't fully capture the trajectory of this sword at all.
He only felt an extremely sharp aura had ignored all defenses and evasions, locking onto his Qi.
"How is that possible…"
Before he could finish his sentence.
The Sword Light arrived instantly, and that Sword Light erupted with terrifying energy fluctuations, shining above this Void Realm sea.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The next moment, under the horrified gaze of the Lingxu Heavenly Palace Disciples, Xue Yan's body, wreathed in towering blood flames, instantly exploded. True Immortal blood rained down, falling into the Taixu Spirit Realm.
The entire process actually took only about two breaths of time.
In the time it took for one sword, this True Immortal Yao Race perished.
Among those of the same Realm, there is also a huge disparity in strength… "As expected of a True Disciple Senior Brother!"
The guarding Disciple muttered to himself, utterly shocked.
Another person beside him recognized Su Ming's identity and said:
"It's more than just a True Disciple… This Senior Brother Su Ming is a direct Disciple of the Peak Lord. The position of one of the next generation's Ten Great True Disciples will surely be his."
"So that's how it is."
The previous Disciple suddenly understood, then looked at the speaker in confusion:
"Hmm? This Senior Brother, who are you?"
"I am the one who received your distress signal and came here."
This True Immortal Cultivator from Lingxu Heavenly Palace said.
"Ah?"
"Ah? Then who is this Senior Brother Su Ming…?"
"How would I know? Perhaps he saw injustice…"
That True Immortal Disciple looked at Su Ming's figure, his tone filled with uncertainty and awe.
In the Myriad Phenomena Garden.
Han Xuanji watched this scene, nodding secretly:
"Not bad, he has some of my demeanor."
When he fought, it was usually this simple and direct.
It was clear that Su Ming didn't hold back. This sword, if not using his full power, at least used eighty percent of his skill, easily killing such an ordinary True Immortal.
Taixu Spirit Realm.
Yao Immortal blood rained down. Neither the Cultivators of the Nine Provinces nor the remaining Yao Race understood what had happened.
"Is it Immortal blood?"
Feeling the rich Immortal Qi in the blood, someone tried to stick out their tongue and lick it.
It was still warm.
"No, it's the blood of a Yao Race Immortal!"
Li Taiqing's expression brightened, and he quickly identified the origin 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 roar, smashing his fist fiercely on the armrest of the jade throne. The armrest, harder than refined gold, instantly turned to dust.
"How could someone from the Upper Realm arrive so quickly!"
The golden-robed man guessed that Human Race Cultivators might come to support, but as long as they were a little slower, if Xue Yan had descended to the Lower Realm for even a breath, he could easily slaughter this group of Human Race, and then they could reverse the situation.