“How dare you say something like that?”
A mocking and disdainful voice rang out from the mouth of a charming young woman.
This was Xu Zhen, the legitimate prodigy of the Immortal Realm.
Today she was not arguing with the gods of the Divine Realm, but with the Little Heavenly Emperor of the Heavenly Realm.
The cause was that the Little Heavenly Emperor had casually slandered the Immortal Realm, saying that some Immortal Realm cultivators were disconnected between the old and young, with too few great sages and even prepareds saints fewer than before.
Xu Zhen naturally could not stand to hear such words and said disdainfully, “As long as I am in the Immortal Realm, it can never be disconnected between the old and young. I will make the connection.”
“How can you alone represent an entire Immortal Realm?” the Little Heavenly Emperor asked back in a deep voice.
“Why not?” Xu Zhen raised her eyebrows, her words somewhat disdainful.
“Rambling nonsense, just a lucky blank from a small Immortal Realm, impure bloodline, relying entirely on luck!” the Little Heavenly Emperor shouted disdainfully.
“Your damned pure bloodline can probably fetch a higher price if sold. “ Xu Zhen rolled her eyes.
Anger ignited between the Little Heavenly Emperor's eyebrows and he shouted coldly, “You lowly trash, you should hurry back to the small realm and stay there. There is no place for your ilk in all the heavens and worlds.”
The scene was quiet for a while.
Xu Zhen's eyes were lowered, and she did not speak.
She had indeed gone back to look for her small realm, but could not find it. An elder of the Fuyao Immortal Sect said the small realm had simply vanished into thin air without a trace, as if it had been moved away out of nowhere.
In the hundreds of years since, Xu Zhen had frantically searched for the whereabouts of the small realm, but it was all in vain.
She could only reluctantly accept a reality.
The small realm was gone.
Like an extremely brief dream.
The onlooking cultivators were somewhat surprised that Xu Zhen did not immediately curse back as usual with vicious and extremely vulgar language. How could she now not speak?
The Little Heavenly Emperor's mouth curled into a smile, feeling proud of himself for scolding Xu Zhen. This was really something to boast about.
“Your family’s horse has died.”
Xu Zhen’s clear voice rang out and the curses sounded again.
The surrounding onlookers nodded in unison.
That tasted right.
This was the daily life at the very center of the Dead Star Region - conflict and curses were almost unceasing, with the various realms always looking askance at each other.
The top level realms even more so had no possibility of joining hands, for the simple reason that everyone understood it would not be a true collaboration, and in the end they would still have to guard against backstabs, so they might as well determine to fight from the start.
And everyone belonged to top level realms, with mutual containment being more important than collaborating.
The rest of the onlookers were also from some great realms, with each realm’s prodigies being first-class, all existences that could be ranked on the Heaven Rankings, which is to say the top hundred in strength of the realms.
Among them there were also some cultivators from the great worlds of stars, and the star realm cultivators did not get along with the realm cultivators, feeling that since they came from the great worlds they should be above the realm cultivators.
These kinds of cultivators were bound to get beaten later on.
There were also some special supporting cultivators, adept at healing, pill refining, spell formations, and calculations.
This type of cultivator was generally not placed in the Heaven, Earth, Man, and Beast rankings for comparison, unless their combat strength was indeed powerful.
For example, the CangHai Realm had a top prodigy who excelled at spell formations, able to arrange a lethal 32-word formation with just half an immortal-grade chessboard as his formation base, capable of pitting and killing 32 cultivators at the Heavenly Transformation realm simultaneously.
It was precisely because of this that this formation prodigy was ranked at number 93 on the Heaven Rankings.
By now the top hundred on the Heaven Rankings had basically all appeared, with some cultivators not yet having a set ranking, as there were only rumors and no actual combat with the great realms, so their exact placing was uncertain and they were simply listed as to be determined for now.
The ruins of the great sage in the Dead Sea Star River were about to open, so the Heaven Ranking cultivators arriving now were indeed just about everyone, with only a few not yet come, but their detailed information was known.
But among them there was one who was extremely deeply hidden.
The Lightning Sword Ringmaster.
This Lightning Sword Ringmaster was said to have slain a million dead souls, personally witnessed by cultivators of several realms, and the news had quickly spread out.
But there was very little information about this Lightning Sword Ringmaster, such as what his name was, which realm he came from, what exactly his cultivation level was, etc.
All this information was a complete blank, with even probing him with the supernatural divination abilities unable to detect anything, only able to see a blurry figure making a scissors hand gesture at them.
It could only be said the scissors hand had completely fooled the divination cultivators of the various realms.
Some cultivators believed the matter of the Lightning Sword Ringmaster slaying a million dead souls was false, just a rumor spread by some realms.
But the divination cultivators of the various great realms shook their heads, because they had calculated that this matter had indeed occurred.
And it was not merely a million dead souls, but with a prepared saint level dead soul leading millions of dead souls.
A prepared saint level dead soul certainly could not be considered a true prepared saint, but it must have at least the peak cultivation of the Heavenly Transformation realm, and leading millions of dead souls it became even more fierce.
Being able to slay a prepared saint level dead soul leading millions of dead souls, even if this Lightning Sword Ringmaster's strength was inferior he would absolutely be able to enter the Heaven Rankings, at about the middle level.
This was what all the chroniclers of the various great realms thought, but the problem now was that this so-called Lightning Sword Ringmaster did not show himself, so they really did not dare to rank him.
At this time, on the outskirts of the Dead Sea Star River.
The Lightning Sword Ringmaster they constantly kept in mind was continuously pacing around, with an expression of puzzlement as he wondered aloud.
“Strange, I feel like it should be this way.”
Ma Xiaohong followed behind him, breathing heavily somewhat, unable to keep up with his speed due to insufficient spiritual power.
Chen Xia scratched his head and asked Ma Xiaohong, “Do you have any clues?”
Ma Xiaohong panted and shook her head. “No...none.”
She really had been exhausted.
The Dead Sea itself already had scarce spiritual energy, the deathly silence spiritual energy was not something normal cultivators could absorb, plus occasionally there were attacking dead souls, which frightened little Ma Xiaohong again and again.
Chen Xia frowned, forced to accept a reality.
He had most likely gotten lost after all.
This truly expressed the unwillingness in his heart.
It also expressed resignation to reality.
These two were not in conflict, it was just that Chen Xia understood reading comprehension.
But understanding was useless here, as the path was already lost.
Fortunately, Chen Xia had other means of finding his way. With a light flick of his finger, the 3 million flying sword images from his consciousness all left at the same time, wandering between the stars of the Dead Sea, each one seeking a way out.
He and Ma Xiaohong found a dead star as a foothold, following the paths probed by the flying swords, controlling the dead star to slowly advance.
All along the way, Chen Xia adhered to the principle of destruction.
Any attacking dead souls that obstructed their way were destroyed, as were any blocking dead stars, drifting meteorites were also destroyed, and even the returning flying swords got a couple of slaps.
It could only be said that Chen Xia was somewhat indiscriminately destroying anything.
This caused little Ma Xiaohong beside him to tremble, carefully and timidly touching her own cheek, not daring to look at Chen Xia.
Afraid that she would also get a couple slaps from Chen Xia.
It could only be said that her worries here were somewhat excessive, because if Chen Xia wanted to hit her, it definitely wouldn't stop at just a couple slaps.
But he would not actually hit her.
On the thirty-seventh day wandering among the dead stars.
Chen Xia finally encountered other cultivators.
It was a group of cultivators standing on a halted dead star, looking at them warily. Among them, one cultivator in white robes directly shouted loudly.
“Human Ranking two thousand nine hundred and ninety sixth, Gentleman in White is here. You two, halt at once and report your names to me!”
“Your dad!”
Chen Xia yelled from afar.
Beside him, Ma Xiaohong’s expression was shocked.

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