There was only sword light between heaven and earth.
The dazzling sword light!
It split open the entire sky dome, revealing the profound nothingness.
This was a strike from the Immortal Sword wielded by the Quasi-Emperor, its power even comparable to an ordinary Great Emperor.
The Big Yellow Dog's palm was slashed open by the Immortal Sword, blood dripping to the ground, carrying the vast and terrifying power of the bloodline, a single drop of blood like a whole world, reflecting all things and beings of this world.
"Condense." The Big Yellow Dog suddenly hooked his fingers and shouted.
His dropped Emperor Blood instantly condensed together, wrapped in spirit energy, a total of thirteen drops of Emperor Blood, all appearing before Chen Xia.
"Take it, it'll be useful." The Big Yellow Dog said softly, but did not turn his head to look at Chen Xia.
The broken sky dome stirred again, and huge pupils peeked out, followed by an entire body, as if squeezing out from the hundreds of miles of sky dome, carrying thick pale mist, vaguely able to make out the shape of a bird.
"Quasi-Emperor wielding the Immortal Sword, interesting indeed, worth giving it a try."
The pale mist congealed into the shape of a bird and spoke, its voice extremely hollow, just opening its mouth caused the surrounding spirit energy to turn misty, becoming part of its body.
The Big Yellow Dog held the Immortal Sword, eyes fierce, while his other hand hooked like claws, suddenly pulling towards himself as if dragging along the entire heaven and earth, and shouted angrily.
"Reverse the Vast Heaven!"
Heaven and earth suddenly twisted, even the spirit energy, techniques, treasures, cultivators were reversing!
The Big Yellow Dog stood between the distorted heaven and earth, and saw that empty point.
This was the weakness of the Vast Heaven, and the weakness of all things.
He grasped the Immortal Sword, bent at the waist, and sliced casually.
Thus, between the layers of the entire realm, there lay an extremely long sword qi, as if to tear open the entire middle layer of the realm.
The mist bird's body was split in two, but no blood flowed out, only mist lingered within.
At the furthest reaches of the realm, the Lord of the Seventh Forbidden Zone's territory.
A low dragon roar came out, then an orange-yellow eye even larger than the stars condensed, looking outwards, followed by the sound of chains, as the eyes kept rising until revealing the true form upon emerging from the dark hidden place.
It was an old dragon at the Quasi-Emperor level!
The arrogant dragon head probed into the middle layer of the realm, drilling out from the sky dome, occupying most of the space, staring at the tiny Big Yellow Dog, and let out an aged voice.
"Quasi-Emperors cannot make a fuss in the realm, go back quickly."
The Big Yellow Dog's gaze was fixed on the distant Li Guang and hunchback old man as he said in a low voice, "Gotta kill first."
"Foolish thinking, external Quasi-Emperors don't have the right to kill great cultivators of the realm." The old dragon snorted coldly.
The split body of the mist bird quickly fused back together with the pulling of the mist, once again becoming the pale mist bird, and said in a low voice.
"What a domineering Immortal Sword, this shouldn't be your true Immortal Sword right, otherwise that strike just now would have cost me at least 30% of my origin."
As the mist bird spoke, its gaze had already sized up Chen Xia, having seen Chen Xia throw the sword to Big Yellow Dog earlier.
"Killing you is enough." The Big Yellow Dog snorted coldly, hand seals flashing again, disregarding the heavenly tribulation, insisting on forcefully killing Li Guang and the hunchback old man.
The mist bird cried out, the old dragon lowered its head.
Both unleashed killer moves at the Quasi-Emperor level, first blocking the sword qi, then cooperating with the heavenly tribulation to surround and kill the Big Yellow Dog together.
Although the Immortal Sword was very powerful, after all this was not a complete Immortal Sword, only the sword tip.
The sword tip's power was great, but without the sword hilt's control, the sword intent and qi would be much less, and the power would not reach the maximum either.
At the same time, hundreds of thousands of techniques descended from the sky, congealing into a twisted figure. With a single wave of his hand, the myriad techniques merged into one, blocking the killers moves of the mist bird and old dragon. Then he turned to look at the Big Yellow Dog, uttering two words with complex emotions.
"Vast Boundless."
The Big Yellow Dog stared at him, the azure glow in his eyes flickering as he softly replied: "After self-mutilation, I didn't expect you to end up here."
"It's all old yellow history, that old Daoist has a lot of schemes, we were all tricked. Now that you've come between realms, it must also be that old Daoist's plot, estimating that he wants to absorb me to help you become a Great Emperor."
"I don't need you." The Big Yellow Dog shook his head. "I can become an Emperor myself."
"Haha, that's what I think too." The Lord of the Fifth Forbidden Zone laughed and shook his head again, saying,
"But I gotta say, since that old Daoist wants you to become a Great Emperor, he probably doesn't have good intentions. Maybe after you become a Great Emperor, it'll play right into that old Daoist's hands."
The Big Yellow Dog nodded, feeling it was very possible, after all that old Daoist was a sly old fox. So he had to investigate those old mysteries one by one.
"Brother Dog, why don't we stop fighting, I'm not really injured anyway." Chen Xia called out from below.
The Big Yellow Dog glanced down and shook his head.
"Can't do that, if I don't slaughter these two to vent your anger, I'll feel really bad."
The huge head of the old dragon lowered as it spoke in a low voice, "How can a half-Saint and the Twelve Heavenly Layers of the Firmament realm of this realm possibly be slaughtered by an external cultivator like you!"
"Why not?" The Big Yellow Dog retorted while holding the sword. At the same time, the azure glow in his eyes converged, the Immortal Sword let out a faint cry, it was a little excited.
"Since you two like blocking so much, I'll let you block to your heart's content!"
The Big Yellow Dog yelled furiously, the Immortal Sword in his hand crying out as it slashed horizontally, seeming to slice open the entire middle layer of the realm.
Then after a while, dazzling sword light began to shine!
The entire middle layer of the realm shattered!
The sword light locked onto Li Guang and the hunchback old man.
In just a single breath, Li Guang's body began to shatter, torn apart by the sword light into powder, his face filled with disbelief.
The hunchback old man was slightly stronger than Li Guang, lasting two breaths before his protective treasures quickly shattered. Facing the Immortal Sword, they were a joke.
The two only lived for two breaths before their corpses and bones were obliterated, souls extinguished.
The Big Yellow Dog held the Immortal Sword, panting heavily. This strike had already exhausted his origin power, causing him to become extremely weak, even at risk of falling back into slumber.
But it still raised its head and spoke disdainfully to the mist bird and old dragon.
"Block, can you block this?"
The mist bird stared at him fixedly, low roars coming from the old dragon's mouth as rage flowed in its orange-yellow eyes.
The Lord of the Fifth Forbidden Zone took a step forward, facing them directly and also very arrogantly said,
"Don't agree? Come fight then, I haven't fought in years too!"
The mist bird didn't say much, turning around to flee into the sky dome, clearly not wanting to waste time with the Lord of the Fifth Forbidden Zone.
The old dragon was still staring at them.
The Big Yellow Dog lifted the Immortal Sword, pointing at the old dragon, then pointing his left hand at Chen Xia.
"After I leave, if you dare make a move against my brother, even if I have to stake my life when I become an Emperor in the future, I will still slaughter you beasts!"
As it spoke these words, its tone was extremely serious, even raising its hand and shouting,
"I swear upon my Dao Heart, life, and Divine Soul, whoever dares harm Chen Xia, I will kill them!"
After the Big Yellow Dog finished speaking, it glanced at Chen Xia again, opened its mouth but did not speak, seemingly at a loss for words. It scratched its cheeks and laughed,
"I should be Vast Boundless Quasi-Emperor, but I'm also Big Yellow Dog from the Vast Heaven Sword Sea. Nice to meet you, but the peaceful days could not last forever. After two great eras, it's time to re-embark on the Path of Emperor."
"Go on." Chen Xia nodded lightly and smiled. "I'll wait for you to come back."
The Vast Boundless Quasi-Emperor lifted his sword, slashing open a portal in the realm, and leapt through, thus leaving the realm.
The sword tip once again hovered in Chen Xia's sea of consciousness, with no other movements.
Chen Xia looked up.
Before him was only ruins, and he still held the medicinal pill in his hand, refined but not used.
He'll give it to him next time they meet.
Thinking this, he dragged his exhausted body towards the distance beyond the ruins.
He didn't know when the next time would be, only knowing that this time was truly farewell.

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e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"