475: The Immortal Palace of Mandate is destroyed!

The respectful expression on Palace Lord Chengyun's face froze. His heart skipped a beat, and he raised his voice to roar again.

"Lord Immortal Lord! This scoundrel is just a rogue cultivator who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth. If you take action, you will surely crush him!"

He was so anxious that sweat beaded on his forehead, fearing that this Immortal Lord might change his mind at the last moment.

Meanwhile, deep within the immortal palace, inside a secret hall built of Nether Cold Jade that isolated all detection.

An elderly man dressed in a deathly white Daoist robe, with a gaunt face, was tightly covering his mouth, even holding his breath completely.

His entire aura was suppressed to the limit, and his whole body was curled up in the deepest shadows, trembling violently.

If Palace Lord Chengyun were here, he would surely be horrified to death.

This Immortal Lord Xuangu, whom he saw as a powerful being from a higher-level Immortal Realm, no longer had even half of his usual arrogance and gloom on his face.

Only boundless fear remained. In his deep-set eye sockets, his pupils had shrunk to the size of pinpoints due to extreme horror!

"Can't see me, can't see me..."

"Old man Chengyun, you god-damned fool! How did you provoke such an existence?!"

"This aura... this is at least an Immortal King, damn it! Even in my prime, I'd have to take a detour if I saw him!"

"To hell with the reward! I don't want it anymore! Just don't find me, please don't..."

Immortal Lord Xuangu screamed frantically in his heart, his Dao Heart nearly collapsing.

Time passed bit by bit, but the Immortal Lord that Palace Lord Chengyun was anticipating still showed no movement.

The color gradually drained from his face, and the hope in his eyes was quickly replaced by unbelievable despair.

He had spent three Immortal Artifacts and a hundred thousand Immortal Stones, begging and pleading to invite this Immortal Lord.

Could he actually be a coward hiding in a secret room, not daring to show his face?!

This realization was more painful to him than being killed!

The wild joy on the faces of the three Earth Immortal Elders also instantly froze, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them.

Their gazes shifted from pitying Gu Changge to fearing their own end, and their bodies began to shake uncontrollably.

In the midst of this deathly despair, Gu Changge spoke again.

"The one you're calling for, is it that rat hiding inside?"

Before his voice had even faded, Gu Changge casually raised his right hand and made a light grasping motion toward the Nether Cold Jade secret hall deep within the immortal palace.

Buzz!

The space Laws of the entire world suddenly froze!

In the next instant, under the horrified gazes of Palace Lord Chengyun and the three Elders, a sharp, fear-filled shriek echoed from the depths of the palace!

"No! Senior, have mercy! This Junior was just passing through! I have nothing to do with this matter!!"

Along with this shrill plea for mercy, a deathly white figure was dragged out from the deepest shadows of the secret hall, as if his throat were being squeezed by an invisible giant hand!

Bang!

The figure slammed heavily onto the open ground between Gu Changge and Palace Lord Chengyun, looking utterly wretched.

It was indeed that Immortal Lord Xuangu!

At this moment, how did he have even a shred of an Immortal Lord's poise?

His deathly white Daoist robe was covered in dust, his hair was disheveled, and his face was filled with extreme terror.

His body shook like a sieve, and the "clatter" of his teeth chattering could even be heard.

He didn't even have the courage to look up at Gu Changge; he just prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing like a woodpecker.

"Senior, please see clearly! This Junior, Xuangu, was only staying here by chance and has no connection with this Chengyun Immortal Palace!"

"It was they who forced their offerings upon me; this Junior never agreed to take action! To offend Senior's heavenly might is a crime deserving of ten thousand deaths!"

"I beg Senior to spare this Junior's dog life! I am willing to offer all my treasures and swear a Heavenly Dao oath to be your servant forever!"

This scene was like ten-thousand-year-old profound ice, instantly freezing the blood in Palace Lord Chengyun's entire body.

His eyes widened, bloodshot, nearly bulging out of their sockets!

His mouth opened unconsciously, but he couldn't make a sound.

What was he seeing?

The Immortal Lord Xuangu, for whom he had exhausted ten thousand years of the palace's accumulation, offered precious treasures, and pleaded with as his life-saving straw—someone capable of sweeping through this entire fragment—was now like a stray dog wagging its tail for mercy, prostrating at the enemy's feet, weeping and begging, even willing to sell everything!

Hope shattered completely, turning into overwhelming humiliation and bone-chilling despair!

"Xuangu! You... you are shameless!!"

Palace Lord Chengyun pointed at Immortal Lord Xuangu, shaking all over with rage, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

Gu Changge lowered his eyelids, his gaze falling on the trembling Immortal Lord Xuangu at his feet. His eyes were indifferent, without a single ripple of emotion.

"This is your reliance?"

These words were like the sharpest knife, ruthlessly gouging into Palace Lord Chengyun's heart!

Pfft—!

He could no longer hold on. His Dao Heart completely collapsed, and another mouthful of hot Origin essence blood sprayed out.

His aura instantly withered to the extreme, and his whole body slumped to the ground as if his spine had been removed.

Gu Changge no longer looked at the unsightly Immortal Lord Xuangu, but simply uttered two words:

"Boring."

As the words fell, the space around Immortal Lord Xuangu distorted slightly.

The expressions of terror, pleading, and fawning on his face instantly froze.

In the next moment, his entire immortal body, along with his Divine Soul, was wiped away as if by an invisible giant hand, silently turning into the purest Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and dissipating into the air.

An Immortal Lord, who was unattainable in the eyes of Palace Lord Chengyun, had evaporated from the world, as if he had never existed.

Having casually dealt with this rat, Gu Changge's gaze finally fell back onto the ashen-faced Palace Lord Chengyun, who was slumped on the ground.

That gaze was calm, yet it carried the majesty of judging all living beings.

"Stealing the Origin of the Lower Realm, severing the Dao paths of all spirits."

Gu Changge spoke slowly, each word like a decree of the Heavenly Dao, striking deep into the Divine Souls of Palace Lord Chengyun and the remaining Disciples of the immortal palace.

"Your Chengyun Immortal Palace is guilty beyond forgiveness."

The slumped Palace Lord Chengyun struggled to raise his head, his face a mix of bloodstains and a deathbed madness.

"Guilty? Hahaha, what guilt is there!" he roared hoarsely.

"The Lower Realm is a filthy place where living beings are like weeds! Their Origin being able to contribute to the Immortal Dao of the Immortal Realm is their honor!"

"Survival of the fittest is the greatest Law of heaven and earth! What right do you have to judge me? Who do you think you are?!"

Facing this hysterical roar, Gu Changge spoke softly, his voice flat.

"So this is the deep-rooted thought of you people from the Immortal Realm?"

"People from the Immortal Realm?"

Palace Lord Chengyun's whole body jolted. The madness on his face instantly froze, and his pupils shrank like needles.

A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, and his previous understanding completely collapsed.

He cried out in shock, but the words were choked off by extreme terror as soon as they left his mouth: "Could it be that you are not... you're from the Low..."

The word "Realm" had not yet come out.

Gu Changge held his fingers together and made a light stroke toward this sinful land.

An invisible Sword Intent, as if coming from ancient times and carrying the will to adjudicate everything, quietly descended.

"No—!"

The Palace Lord only had time to let out a short, unwilling roar before he felt his immortal essence, dao foundation, Divine Soul—everything that made up his existence—begin to silently disintegrate and dissipate.

In the final moment before his consciousness was completely annihilated, that earth-shattering guess he couldn't voice out...

...turned into the ultimate fear and absurdity, eternally branded into the depths of his crumbling thoughts:

The Lower Realm... this person is actually from the Lower Realm?!

My Chengyun Immortal Palace actually fell at the hands of an ant we regarded as a weed?!

This ultimate irony and resentment became his eternal funeral song.