385: Chapter 385 Lin Batian's Arrival, A Frenzy in the Pigsty!

Xuanyuan Continent, the far north of Central State, Heavenly Pillar Mountain.

The sky let out a tooth-aching wail, like a piece of cloth being torn by an invisible giant force.

"Crack—!"

The sound did not come from thunder, but originated from the cracking of space itself. A pitch-black rift abruptly appeared on the sky, spreading wildly toward both ends in a domineering manner, transforming in an instant into a scar of heaven spanning from east to west.

Endless spatial storms spewed from it, but the moment they touched the edge of the rift, they were forcibly smoothed out by an even more overbearing aura, vanishing into nothingness.

Following that, warships with bodies entirely pitch-black, as if cast from abyssal cold iron, slowly squeezed out from that rift.

Ten ships in total.

They had no sails or oars; dense golden runes were engraved on the hulls, flowing with an ominous light under the dim sky. These warships were silent, yet they radiated a deathly stillness and coldness sufficient to make all things wither.

With their descent, the Laws of the entire Xuanyuan Continent retreated and curled up in fear.

The glaciers of Heavenly Pillar Mountain, which had not melted for hundreds of millions of years, began to collapse silently in large swathes, and the solid earth tore open into bottomless rift valleys, as if this world itself was trembling at the arrival of these uninvited guests.

"Jie jie jie..."

At the bow of the flagship, a middle-aged man with a sinister face, dressed in luxurious brocade robes, stood with his hands behind his back, letting out a few dry and piercing owl-like laughs.

He was the Outer Sect Deacon of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, Lin Batian.

He greedily took a deep breath of the Lower Realm's air, then immediately spat it out in disgust, his face showing a deep-seated absolute contempt that a being of the Upper Realm felt for the ants of the Lower Realm.

"Heh, what a pigpen with thin Spiritual Qi and broken Laws."

A cruel sneer curled at the corner of Lin Batian's mouth, his eyes flashing with a light like that of a hungry wolf.

"However, no matter how barren a pigpen is, if kept long enough, there will always be a few disobedient fat pigs. It just so happens that it's time for the harvest."

"This time, not only will I avenge Yu'er by refining that death-seeking murderer and his entire clan into Divine Soul candles to burn for forty-nine days!"

"But I will also squeeze dry every valuable resource and every high-cultivation 'Material' in this world! Not a single one will be left!"

"When I return to the Sect, I'll give half of these 'harvests' to Xiao Wan; she will definitely be very happy."

He had already begun to imagine how he would claim credit from his ruthless younger sister after his return.

Below, hundreds of millions of living beings around Heavenly Pillar Mountain prostrated on the ground under the terrifying pressure that could crush an Emperor Realm's Dao Heart, their Divine Souls trembling and their hearts and galls splitting; many with low cultivation even exploded directly, turning into blood mist.

Lin Batian greatly enjoyed the pleasure of being the Dominator of others' lives and deaths, looking down upon the despair of all living beings.

He cleared his throat and gestured to a deputy in the Emperor Realm beside him.

That deputy immediately activated a massive sound-amplifying Formation, preparing to spread Lin Batian's "oracle" across the entire continent.

He wanted all living beings in this pigpen to welcome their new master in endless fear!

...Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Lesser Formless Realm.

In that void where even time stood still, within the ancient and mysterious palace.

Miss Feng reclined lazily on a divine jade couch, one hand supporting her fragrant cheek, the other unconsciously twisting a strand of falling purple hair.

In the Void Mirror before her, everything happening on the nine heavens vessel was clearly reflected.

In the mirror, Su Chen's eyes were blood-red as he pointed at the sky and cursed; his roar, suppressed to the extreme, almost vibrated through the mirror's surface into this eternal silence.

Miss Feng's movements paused almost imperceptibly.

In her indifferent purple eyes, a trace of tenderness as soft as water and a deeply hidden heartache rarely emerged.

"Xiao Chen..."

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice as gentle as if it could melt eternal glaciers.

"Destruction precedes construction. The pain now is so that you won't have to feel pain in the future."

Her gaze was complex, containing pity, but more of a nearly cold rationality.

With a single thought, she could turn that Netherworld or Upper Realm upside down and bring Liu Ruyan, Ye Linghan, and Ling Qingzhu before him perfectly intact.

But what would be the point of that?

"Some paths must ultimately be walked by oneself. Some pain must ultimately be endured by oneself."

"However..."

Miss Feng's gaze suddenly became cold, an absolute indifference that viewed all things as dust.

Just then, her delicate willow-like brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.

It was as if, while admiring a perfect painting, she suddenly discovered a few specks of eyesore dust splashed upon it, causing her a sliver of pure displeasure.

Her gaze lifted casually, as if piercing through endless spatial dimensions, casting a faint glance toward the direction of Heavenly Pillar Mountain.

This glance transcended space and ignored the Laws.

"Noisy."

Miss Feng's red lips gently spat out two words.

The voice was very soft, yet it seemed to contain the supreme Heavenly Dao Laws.