293: The celestial messenger was getting impatient! Don't delay my journey back to collect my reward!

At the foot of Heavenly Pillar Mountain, blood flowed like a river.

That inhuman beastial roar was like the last spark lighting a powder keg, completely detonating all the suppressed madness in the field!

"Puchi!"

A millstone-sized bear paw, carrying the violent Law of a Great Sage of the Yao Race, slammed down ruthlessly.

The unlucky Great Xia Enshrined Expert who was targeted was exactly the old man who had previously joined the Quasi-Emperor surnamed Wang in persuading the Quasi-Emperor surnamed Li. He didn't even have time to let out a full scream before his protective divine light shattered like a fragile eggshell, and his entire body was swatted into a blur of flesh and blood by the single palm strike!

"Brother Zhang!" The Quasi-Emperor surnamed Wang's eyes nearly split from rage as he watched his old friend of a thousand years turn into meat paste. That warm blood even splashed onto the hem of his robe, scalding his very soul.

However, this bloody scene did not sober the crowd; instead, it acted like the most potent aphrodisiac, completely triggering the most primitive animal instincts in everyone's hearts.

"Kill! Kill them, and the Ascension Pill will be ours!"

"Brother Wang! I'm sorry! In the next life, I will make amends to you!" A Great Sage who usually called the Quasi-Emperor surnamed Wang his brother now had greedy green light flickering in his eyes. He sacrificed a poisoned Flying Sword and stabbed it mercilessly toward the Quasi-Emperor surnamed Wang's back!

"Those who block my path to longevity shall die!"

The shouts of killing shook the heavens and earth. Various Divine Abilities and Magic Treasures that were usually kept secret were now sacrificed without hesitation, carrying an aura of total destruction as they blasted toward former comrades, close friends, and even blood relatives!

A brutal and bloody hunt for the sake of the illusory "Longevity" had officially begun!

Aboard the Immortal Ship.

The silver-robed youth at the head, Lin Yu, had originally been watching this "dog-eat-dog" farce with great interest.

His slender fingers unconsciously tapped lightly on the railing cast from immortal gold, making a "da, da" sound, as if counting the beats for this bloody drama.

In his view, it was an interesting side show for these Lower Realm "medicinal ingredients" to engage in mutual slaughter before being refined into Medicinal Pills.

But as time passed, his tapping fingers stopped, and the playful look on his face was gradually replaced by impatience.

These brainless brutes were never-ending with their fighting.

He frowned slightly and fanned two slender fingers in front of his nose, as if even the smell of blood permeating the air defiled his noble sense of smell.

"Truly noisy."

Lin Yu muttered softly to himself, his voice full of undisguised disgust.

This trip down to "harvest" was originally just an insignificant chore within the Sect.

If it weren't for the fact that completing the mission would grant him a significant amount of merit points to exchange for a Cultivation Technique crucial to his subsequent cultivation, he wouldn't have bothered coming to such a backwater place with filthy Spiritual Qi and fragmented Laws.

Now, the infighting of these "medicinal ingredients" had seriously delayed his time to return and claim his reward.

Beside him, Zhao Wuji caught the trace of impatience on Lin Yu's face, and his heart skipped a beat.

This Great Emperor expert immediately understood and hurriedly bowed to ask for instructions: "Lord Envoy, does your subordinate need to take action and clear out these things that don't know the height of the heavens?"

"No need." Lin Yu glanced at him indifferently, his gaze like he was looking at a dog trying to be clever, "Your hands and feet are too slow, and too dirty."

Zhao Wuji's smile froze on his face. A layer of fine cold sweat instantly broke out on his forehead as he repeatedly agreed, not daring to say another word.

Lin Yu's gaze returned to the intensifying battlefield below.

At this moment, the Quasi-Emperor surnamed Li was besieging Daoist Master Qingxu with several accomplices.

Daoist Master Qingxu's Daoist arts were profound; he used a Taiji Diagram with consummate skill, neutralizing all attacks as Yin and Yang Qi circulated.

But two fists are no match for four hands. Facing the demonic siege of several experts of the same rank, he also began to encounter frequent dangers and fell into a disadvantage.

"A bunch of trash, can't even take down one old Daoist."

Lin Yu watched with increasing impatience; he decided to take action personally to end this boring farce.

He didn't want to wait any longer.

If it dragged on and those few fellows in the Sect who didn't get along with him finished their missions first, his trip this time would be for nothing.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu's eyes turned completely cold.

He casually took out an exquisite small tower the size of a palm from his Storage Ring, appearing as if it were carved from white jade.

There were no powerful aura fluctuations on that small tower; it looked just like an ordinary decoration.

Above the small tower, a silver thread of light, a hundred times thinner than a strand of hair, began to slowly condense.

That thread of light looked unremarkable, yet it emitted a terrifying aura that caused space itself to "dissolve."

The Void Realm around it was not distorted but transformed into absolute "nothingness." Light, Laws, and even Divine Thought were completely erased once they approached, leaving not a single trace.

That was a higher-dimensional power belonging exclusively to the Immortal Domain of the Upper Realm!

"Let's start with you."