Immortal artifacts.
This was a broad concept.
Aside from immortal swords, which only Sword Dao Emperors could condense, all other immortal artifacts only needed to be the life-bound treasures of Great Sages.
This was also why the killing power of immortal swords surpassed everything else.
The immortal artifact requested by Little Supreme was not a true immortal artifact, but a strand of debris from the artifact protecting Supreme Realm, the Supreme Seal.
The Supreme Seal was the protective treasure of the most peak emperors of Supreme Realm over the past tens of great eras, and was also one of the top-tier immortal artifacts among the myriad heavens and worlds. In terms of raw power, it was even more heaven-defying than immortal swords.
Its momentum was so great that it could even suppress the destiny of an entire realm.
What Little Supreme had requested was just a strand of debris, but even that strand could be called an immortal artifact, one that could also suppress!
Several Supreme Realm elders had sacrificed vitality and lifespan, and even damaged their souls.
Little Supreme raised a finger to the sky with one hand, eyes closed, sensing Supreme Realm from afar.
And at that moment, a sword had already reached his neck.
It was Chen Xia, slashing towards him with a sword.
Clang!
The immortal sword halted an inch from Little Supreme’s neck, unable to move forward.
Majestic energy billowed from Little Supreme’s body, like a mountain range horizontally blocking his path, firmly obstructing the way.
He opened his eyes, ancient aura swirling within, and disdainfully laughed.
“With the Supreme Seal’s protection, what can you do to me now? Let alone your broken sword, even if a real immortal sword came, it still wouldn’t be able to break through my protective divine light!”
Chen Xia didn’t speak. He increased the power in his hand, causing his sword to collide with Little Supreme’s protective divine light in a blaze of glory, while purple thunder crackled and coiled around the sword’s body.
Buzz!
The sword shone with dazzling brightness, bursting through the protective divine light and stabbing Little Supreme’s neck, drawing blood!
Little Supreme’s expression changed to shock and he instantly flashed back, reaching up to touch the faint blood on his neck. He looked at Chen Xia in disbelief and muttered:
“How is this possible? This is the Supreme Seal’s protective divine light, how?!”
Chen Xia flicked the broken immortal sword and the traces of blood evaporated instantly. He smiled disdainfully: “I thought you really wouldn’t flee.”
Little Supreme’s expression darkened. He turned to Lord of Thousand Stars and shouted: “What are you still stunned for, summon your Twilight Realm’s emperor to make a move!”
“But...” Lord of Thousand Stars hesitated.
This was his trump card, the trump card that all prodigies of major realms knew about, and precisely because everyone knew about it, it had deterrence. As a matter of fact, all the top prodigies of major realms had this kind of trump card. It wasn't their own ability, but a protective trump card endowed by their major realm.
If he used this protective trump card now, even if they killed Chen Xia, what should they do when fighting against other top prodigies later?
"If you don't use it now, we'll die and never have the chance! Forget about the future!" It seemed Little Supreme saw through Lord of Thousand Stars' hesitation and roared.
Lord of Thousand Stars clenched his teeth. He felt this argument made sense. He abruptly stabbed his own chest with his right hand, spurting out golden blood, and shouted with gritted teeth:
"I beseech Celestial Venerable!"
An extremely complex spell revolved around his chest, with dots of stars flickering about like a starry sky.
Lord of Thousand Stars resolutely bit down as his body shuddered and fresh blood spurted from every pore, instantly turning him into a bloodied person.
At the same time, Twilight Realm elders sacrificed their lifespans as offerings, briefly connecting Great Death Realm and Twilight Realm, to establish fleeting contact with Celestial Venerable.
For a moment, the world dimmed, faces and figures going blurry and ambiguous.
It seemed to pass in an instant, and also like eternity.
A simple sound came from the hazy firmament:
“Fine.”
The voice sounded as if transmitted across countless realms, muffled and vague.
At the same time, Little Supreme raised a hand and bowed to the heavens reverently, muttering:
“I implore the immortal artifact to suppress!”
Rain fell from the sky in drizzles and drops.
It was as if a hole had opened in the heavens, revealing a shaft of light.
Not long after, the light moved closer and gradually came into view, majestic and tall.
It was half of a fingertip covered in ancient glyphs, still descending to strike the earth and heavens.
This was the annihilating finger.
The finger of Twilight Realm’s summoned Celestial Venerable, the final trump card of Great Death Realm and Twilight Realm cultivators.
In addition to Celestial Venerable’s finger, a shred of the Supreme Seal also descended, directly suppressing the entire Great Saint Ruins with just its aura as it locked onto Chen Xia.
These were the final trump cards of two major realms, now all aimed at Chen Xia!
Chen Xia wasn’t battling two top prodigies, but two entire major realms!
Xu Zhen grit her teeth, summoning immortal techniques in both hands and charging towards Chen Xia. As a top prodigy herself, she naturally understood how terrible these realms-exhausting trump cards were. These were the ultimate divine abilities of every major realm!
Chen Xia furrowed his brows, his expression growing solemn. He put away his broken sword, about to unleash his own trump card.
A panic attack? Everyone knows how to do that!
“In the past--”
He had just started speaking when the heavens and earth stilled.
“Shh, not a sound.” Another brief voice came from beyond.
Then the ancient glyph-covered finger from beyond countless realms steadily descended upon Chen Xia.
Piercing through his chest.
The Supreme Seal was next!
Following the finger, it suppressed Chen Xia, smashing him down from the sky with half his body burst into bloody mist, aura feeble and weak.
“Future law,” the fallen Chen Xia grit his teeth, continuing to utter the three words after the silencing.
Yet there was no change in the world.
His body continued to plummet, as if falling into the deepest abyss.
“Chen Xia!” A pained cry pulled him back.
Ma Xiaohong steadily caught his body, tears flowing uncontrollably as she frantically chanted:
“Transform, perfect, complete. Transform, perfect, complete...”
In the sky above, Little Supreme’s expression was excited as he nodded, “He must be dead now, haha!”
Lord of Thousand Stars echoed, “Even if not dead, then heavily injured. We exhausted the lifespans of all Twilight Realm cultivators here to summon Celestial Venerable’s annihilating finger. It will definitely cut him down!”
“He has only himself to blame, a no-background weakling who dared defy us! He was asking for death!”
Buzz!
There was a sudden roar of sword qi.
Thunder rumbled.
Bloodthirsty crimson aura surged, intent to kill Billowing like tidewaters.
In the depths below, Chen Xia’s left eye glowed crimson. Holding a sword in one hand, he steadily ascended once more.
Behind him was a woman with entirely white hair, seeming somewhat older for no reason. At this moment, a smile touched her gentle face as she looked to Chen Xia’s intact form again, a smile of relief.
Wasn’t her healing medicine quite good?
In Twilight Realm at this moment, a huge door had opened.
First, three heads emerged to hang over the portal, exuding dreadful auras with only the severed heads.
Then, an ordinary-looking figure strode out, rapping the door and murmuring:
"Karmic fruit falls not far from the tree; the heads of Twilight Realm’s Celestial Venerable now grace my door.”
He entered Twilight Realm.
And thus began the entire realm’s turmoil.
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