The Divine Realm Great Emperors clearly had never heard of the concept of a treasure chest monster, but they could see that two of their fellow Great Emperors had disappeared out of thin air, their entire presence vanishing from the world as if devoured by the massive dragon's head that had suddenly appeared.
Chen Xia wiped the corner of his mouth, then grinned, addressing the Divine Realm Great Emperors with a smile.
“Hand over Emperor Bixuan, and I'll spare the rest of you. I won't kill anyone else today. It’s rare for me to come out, and I'm short on time.”
The faces of the Divine Realm Great Emperors darkened. On one hand, they were awestruck by Chen Xia's strength, and on the other, they were furious at his audacity to threaten the Divine Realm in such a way. Did he really think the battlefield was his to command?
"What a laughable statement from the Azure Sky Medicine Ancestor! You've been colluding with the Immortal Realm, providing them with countless pills, saving countless Immortal Realm cultivators, only to turn around and slaughter countless of our Divine Realm warriors. With such deep enmity, do you really think we would simply let this go and hand over Emperor Bixuan to you? Dream on!"
One of the Divine Realm Great Emperors spoke up, his head adorned with a crown of stars, his eyes seemingly hiding galaxies within. His words were unflinching, laced with derision.
The Immortal Realm Great Emperors were equally unyielding. The Seventh Mountain Lord directly rebutted,
"You invaded our Immortal Realm territory, yet you have the audacity to speak such words? Describing you as shameless would be an understatement. If you want to fight, I'm ready. Today, we will settle this and determine who lives and who dies!"
Both were Three-Path Great Emperors, their powers comparable. The outcome of a life-and-death struggle was uncertain, but the Seventh Mountain Lord's words indicated he was willing to risk everything for this fight.
The Divine Realm and Immortal Realm were locked in a tense standoff, the atmosphere electrified with tension.
Chen Xia flicked his fingers upwards, and a swirl of gray-white time flow ensnared the shattered remains of a riverboat, instantly restoring it to its former state. He then sent Huang Qingyue into the boat, which slowly drifted through the River of Time—the safest place to be.
Having finished these tasks, Chen Xia looked up, his gaze landing on the Three-Path Great Emperor adorned with a crown of stars. His eyes narrowed slightly as he spoke softly,
"You will agree."
Since his awakening, he had dwelled in the confines of the Immortal Realm, never truly unleashing his full power in battle. Now, with the Immortal Realm's will having relaxed its oversight, he finally had the chance to unleash his true might.
As he had mentioned before, refining medicine was merely a hobby; fighting was his true calling.
Chen Xia extended his index finger, pointing it at the Divine Realm's Three-Path Great Emperor. At the tip of his finger, a refined streak of brilliant blue lightning flickered.
"Go."
He murmured softly.
Boom!
A thunderous bolt of reverse-climbing lightning erupted from the ground, piercing through the heavens, and instantly slamming into the Three-Path Great Emperor.
The Three-Path Great Emperor, his head adorned with a crown of stars, did not retreat. He opened his hand, facing the lightning head-on, as starlight converged to form a celestial shield, clashing with the lightning.
There was no deafening explosion, for the lightning pierced through the celestial shield, appearing directly before the Three-Path Great Emperor, revealing Chen Xia's figure.
In his hand, he held an Immortal Sword—a seemingly ordinary sword with a potent sword intent, its blade swirling with sword energy that, if one looked from the tip backward, seemed to encompass the entire sky.
The Three-Path Great Emperor of the Divine Realm's face changed. He never expected to encounter an Immortal Sword, a symbol of a Sword Great Emperor, here. His star-filled eyes flashed, and two stars, one black and one white, emerged from his gaze, resembling the joining of yin and yang, colliding and generating endless starlight.
The starlight and sword light collided, leaving the world momentarily bathed in a pale white.
From outside the Immortal Realm or other continents, one could see a massive spiritual energy vortex forming over Treasure Ring Scale State, large enough to cover half a continent. Its sheer magnitude even stirred chaos in the heavens above.
The spiritual energy vortex lasted for about ten breaths.
Bang!
With another loud noise, the vortex collapsed and shattered, and the Three-Path Great Emperor's body fell out, changing form in mid-air. He landed, his feet carving a long trench into the ground, stretching all the way to the sea, drawing in seawater and forming a vast river across Treasure Ring Scale State.
The moment the Three-Path Great Emperor came to a stop, a gray-white ripple flashed in front of him. The Immortal Sword appeared first, followed by Chen Xia, calm as ever, silent as he unleashed a fierce sword strike.
The dazzling sword light swept across the land of Treasure Ring Scale State like a celestial crescent moon descending to earth, carrying the Three-Path Great Emperor's body into the sea, slicing straight through the water's surface. It didn't stop there, crashing into the neighboring continent beyond the sea, only halting upon reaching the coastline.
Looking back, the path the sword light had taken was now a desolate expanse, devoid of life.
"That's brutal. The Azure Sky Medicine Ancestor isn't just a mere alchemist, is he?" murmured one of the Great Emperors present.
Being able to dominate a Three-Path Great Emperor like this placed Chen Xia among the top figures in All Heavens World. Yet, no one had ever heard of the Azure Sky Medicine Ancestor.
Perhaps he was one of those reclusive powerhouses emerging from hiding during the chaotic times. It was hard to say, but with the Divine Realm's Three-Path Great Emperor now being chased, the disparity in strength was clear for all to see.
Chen Xia held the Immortal Sword, gazing across the sea. He didn't pursue but instead looked up at the sky, his expression showing a hint of mild annoyance, as if speaking to himself,
"Give me a bit more time, I'm almost done. Don't rush me, I'll be restrained soon enough."
These words were addressed to the Immortal Realm's will.
The sky grew slightly darker, as if in agreement.
Chen Xia's eyes then swirled with gray-white colors, but he didn't use the Immortal Sword. Instead, the ghostly figure of the White Ancestral Dragon flickered on his arm, winding around his hand, followed by bolts of blue lightning coating his body.
Three of his four supreme techniques were unleashed.
The last one was his body itself, transformed into a sword, slicing through the sea in an instant, traveling at a speed unseen by all the Great Emperors present.
The Divine Realm's Three-Path Great Emperor had barely managed to stand up on the neighboring continent, just beginning to devise an escape plan.
Bang!
His head was instantly seized, and he was forced backward, crashing through the entire continent in three breaths, leaving behind a line that divided the continent in half!
From today onward, the Immortal Realm would no longer consist of nine continents but possibly ten.
To casually alter the geography of the Immortal Realm—this was the pinnacle strength of All Heavens World.
Before the other Great Emperors could even fully comprehend what had happened, the world trembled once more.
A blue-robed figure stood high in the heavens, holding the Three-Path Great Emperor's head like a dead dog. The Great Emperor's blood continued to flow, dripping onto Chen Xia's clothes, the divine blood nourishing the rivers and mountains below.
Chen Xia's expression remained calm as he glanced down and spoke softly,
"You're a bit too weak for a Three-Path Great Emperor. Such a disappointing performance."
Naturally, the Three-Path Great Emperor couldn't respond.
Chen Xia raised the head of the Three-Path Great Emperor higher, facing the rest of the Divine Realm Great Emperors. His voice was calm yet like thunder, resonating in their ears as he declared,
"If you want the life of this Three-Path Great Emperor, hand over Emperor Bixuan."
His words were brief and straightforward.
Emperor Bixuan, hidden within the Divine Realm, trembled, cold sweat breaking out on his back. His mind raced, his heart pounding as he suddenly looked up, as if sensing Chen Xia's intense white gaze fixed upon him.
The gaze carried an overwhelming pressure, as if an entire world was looming over him, exerting its might upon him!
Emperor Bixuan's mind grew increasingly panicked, his heart racing wildly. His expression grew more frantic until, suddenly, his entire body stiffened, and he fainted dead away from sheer terror.
That was the true meaning of domination.
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uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
