151: Sorry, I've damaged your sacred site.

The wind stopped.

The violent winds, swirling with the dust of the steles and the emperor fall stone, came to an abrupt halt the moment Ye Chenfeng stood up.

The dust, as if someone had pressed the pause button, suspended in mid-air before powerlessly rustling to the ground.

Ye Chenfeng walked away.

He left cleanly and decisively, as if he had only done something trivial and insignificant.

Like drinking a cup of tea or eating a bowl of rice.

Or perhaps, casually crushing two obstructive stones.

But what he left behind was a scene of deathly silence.

And hundreds of thoroughly crushed hearts of Sword Cultivators.

*Gulp.*

A Sword Cultivator of the True Immortal Realm swallowed hard, his legs giving way as he collapsed onto the ground.

His eyes were hollow and vacant.

"My sword... is broken..."

He muttered to himself; it wasn't the sword in his hand, but the sword in his heart.

That green-clad back was like an insurmountable divine mountain of eternity, weighing down on him until he couldn't breathe.

He wasn't the only one.

More than half of the Sword Cultivators present showed similar expressions.

The sword dao they took pride in was as fragile as a three-year-old's scribbles before that man, unable to withstand a single blow.

*Thud!*

*Thud!*

More and more Sword Cultivators, unable to bear the invisible pressure lingering in the air, knelt on the ground, their Divine Souls trembling.

"Young Lord..."

Two Golden Immortal guards looked at Heartless Sword with pale faces.

They discovered that their Young Lord, a natural-born sword embryo who had always looked down on the world's heroes, was actually trembling slightly right now.

It wasn't fear.

It was excitement.

An extreme excitement from witnessing a miracle and glimpsing a higher heaven!

"I... was wrong..."

Heartless Sword lowered his head, looking at the [Heartless Sword] in his hand.

The spiritual light on the blade belonging to a Golden Immortal was now dim and lusterless.

It was wailing.

"I always thought my sword was the sharpest in the Eastern Region."

"I thought that being heartless meant being emotionless, that it was the ultimate slaughter."

"But I was wrong..."

He raised his head and looked in the direction Ye Chenfeng had disappeared, a never-before-seen, scorching fire burning in his proud eyes.

"That is not emotionlessness."

"That is Chaos."

"It is the Origin that encompasses everything and yet stands above everything!"

He thought back to that final strike.

That gray, seemingly unremarkable sword light.

That strike could clearly have easily obliterated his Divine Soul along with his Physical Body.

But in the end, it only left a shallow mark on his immortal robes.

What kind of control was that?

What kind of disdain was that?

"Young Lord, we must return to the valley immediately! We must report this to the Valley Revered Master!"

One of the guards said urgently.

"This person destroyed the Burial Sword Heavenly Pit and even humiliated you! If this grudge is not avenged, where will the face of our Absolute Sword Valley remain!"

"Shut up."

Heartless Sword coldly interrupted him.

He turned around and looked at the two loyal but narrow-minded guards, shaking his head.

"From today on, I am no longer the Young Lord of Absolute Sword Valley."

"What?!"

The two guards felt as if they had been struck by lightning!

"I am going to pursue my sword dao."

Having said that, Heartless Sword ignored them further.

He bowed deeply in the direction Ye Chenfeng had disappeared.

Then, he transformed into a sword light and soared into the sky, but he was not heading toward Absolute Sword Valley... Ten thousand miles away, on a deserted, barren mountain.

Ye Chenfeng sat cross-legged in a cave.

He closed his eyes, sinking his mind into his body.

Within his Sea of Consciousness, that gray Chaos Millstone was slowly turning.

The Sword Emperor's Origin Sword Intent and the Devil Emperor's remnant soul energy had been completely crushed, turning into the purest Origin particles and merging into his Chaos Sword Body.

His cultivation was still at the Early Stage Heavenly Immortal realm.

But his immortal essence, his Physical Body, and his Divine Soul had all undergone an earth-shattering transformation.

If he was a small stream before,

Then now, he was a bottomless ocean.

"Revered Master was right."

"Eating is indeed more efficient than fighting."

Ye Chenfeng opened his eyes, a faint smile playing on his lips.

He took out his disciple token.

Several messages were flashing on the token.

Zhao Wuyou: "Eldest Senior Brother, I heard you dismantled a tourist attraction in the Eastern Region? Take me with you next time."

Su Linger: "Eldest Senior Brother, the Myriad Dao Pavilion detected a massive energy explosion at the Burial Sword Heavenly Pit. Are you alright?"

With a thought, Ye Chenfeng replied with only two words.

"I'm fine."

Almost instantly, another message from Su Linger arrived.

It was no longer a greeting, but a detailed intelligence scroll.

[Target Location: Western Region, Abyssal Demon Ridge.]

[Intelligence Content: Suspected fragment of the 'primal demon stele' has appeared. Devilish Qi is soaring to the sky, attracting the attention of various Demonic Path Sects in the Western Region.]

[Main Threat: Black Flame Demonic Sect. Sect Master 'Old Demon Black Flame', Late Stage Profound Immortal cultivation, ruthless and cruel. Rumor has it there is a Golden Immortal Old Ancestor backing the Sect.]

[Recommendation: This item shares the same Origin as Sixth Junior Brother Ye Wushang's Cultivation Technique. If it can be seized, it will be of great benefit to him. However, the demonic cultivators of the Western Region are far more chaotic and brutal than the Sword Cultivators of the Eastern Region. Please be careful, Eldest Senior Brother.]

After Ye Chenfeng finished reading, his eyes remained calm and undisturbed.

primal demon stele?

Profound Immortal? Golden Immortal?

Just right.

He had just eaten his fill and needed to stretch his muscles.

He could also bring back a gift for Sixth Junior Brother while he was at it.

He stood up, brushed the dust off his clothes, and walked out of the cave.

However.

The moment he stepped out of the cave entrance, his footsteps stopped.

In that instant, heaven and earth became incredibly quiet.

The wind froze.

The clouds became still.

An invisible, thick, spiderweb-like Domain completely sealed off everything within a hundred miles.

Three figures, like ghosts, slowly emerged from the void.

One to the left, one to the right, and one in front.

They blocked all his paths of retreat.

On the left was a burly man covered in black demonic patterns, carrying a giant axe burning with black flames on his shoulder.

On the right was a feminine-looking young man holding a bone banner and wearing blood-red robes, a sickly smile hanging on his lips.

And directly in front was an old woman with a face full of wrinkles and a hunched back, leaning on a cane made of countless strung-together infant skulls.

The auras of all three were as deep as the sea.

Golden Immortals!

All of them were Golden Immortals!

The young man with the bone banner was an Early Stage Golden Immortal.

The burly man with the giant axe was a Middle Stage Golden Immortal.

And the leading old woman, the decaying and evil aura radiating from her body was actually that of a Late-stage Golden Immortal!

"Hehehehe..."

The old woman looked at Ye Chenfeng and let out an unpleasant laugh like a night owl.

Her gaze was full of greed and desire.

"What a perfect vessel."

"A Chaos Sword Body that has even fused with a Sword Emperor's Origin and a Devil Emperor's remnant soul."

"Tsk tsk tsk, such a delicacy... this old woman hasn't tasted anything like it in a hundred thousand years."

She stretched out a hand as dry as a chicken's claw and pointed at Ye Chenfeng.

"Little fellow."

"Will you obediently offer up your Divine Soul yourself?"

"Or shall I do it myself and pull your bones out one by one to make the most beautiful decorations for my cane?"

The feminine young man also licked his lips, looking at Ye Chenfeng with obsession.

"Revered Master, his soul looks sweet and delicious. Could you spare a strand for me?"

"Don't worry," the old woman smiled, "once I refine him into a 'Chaos Corpse Puppet', his body, his soul, and his Dao will all be ours."

Ye Chenfeng's right hand was already gripping the hilt of his sword.

His eyes were as calm as ice.

Three Golden Immortals.

One Late Stage, one Middle Stage, and one Early Stage.

Quite a grand lineup.

"Who are you?"

He asked.

"Us?"

The burly man with the giant axe laughed in a booming voice.

"We are the 'Scavengers'."

"We specialize in cleaning up little pieces of trash who don't wipe their mouths after eating and leave a mess everywhere."

"Like you."

The old woman's smile became increasingly sinister.

"Enough talk."

"Do it."

"Lest complications arise from delay."

As soon as she finished speaking,

She slammed the skull cane heavily onto the ground!

*Vroom—!*

A visible black ripple instantly spread out!

Within the sealed Domain, countless bone arms suddenly sprouted from the ground!

They waved and struggled, letting out silent wails as they transformed this piece of land into a purgatory of ghosts!

[Myriad Ghost Burial Domain]!

At the same time,

The feminine young man violently shook the bone banner in his hand!

*Roar—!*

Over a hundred ferocious ghosts formed from vengeful spirits roared as they surged out of the banner, turning into a tide of ghosts that swept toward Ye Chenfeng!

As for the demon-patterned burly man, he was even more direct!

He let out a furious roar, his entire body transforming into a hundred-zhang-tall Black Flame Demon God!

The giant axe in his hand carried a terrifying power capable of burning mountains and boiling seas as it slashed down!

The three of them attacked with killing moves!

Domain, soul, and body!

An all-around, destructive strike!

They gave Ye Chenfeng no chance to breathe at all!

Faced with this certain-death situation that would drive any Golden Immortal to despair,

Ye Chenfeng's face still bore no expression.

He only slowly drew his sword.

*Qiang—!*

A cry of a Chaos sword that seemed to come from the primordial era!

A gray, unremarkable sword light flashed around him and disappeared.

"One strike."

His voice wasn't loud.

Yet it clearly reached the ears of the three Golden Immortals.

"Worlds apart."