638: Chapter 638 A Slap

His words paused slightly, and then, he slowly raised his withered, age-spotted right hand, extended his index finger, and lightly tapped toward Xiao Bai and Ji Mie.

"Heavenly Chasm."

With this tap, the wind stopped, the clouds stilled, the light congealed, and the sound fell silent.

The concepts of time and space became blurred before this finger.

A burst of highly concentrated energy quietly emerged at his fingertip, then slowly drifted toward Xiao Bai and Ji Mie.

This tap seemed slow, yet it locked onto all temporal trajectories of the past, present, and future, making it unavoidable and unstoppable.

Xiao Bai’s Dragon body, which was strong enough to withstand even top-grade Immortal Artifacts, felt a bone-chilling cold and a lethal threat!

The Ink-colored Dao Domain around Ji Mie also fluctuated violently, as if suppressed by a higher-level power.

Below, all the Myriad Immortals Sect members who were still conscious, including the heavily injured Sect Master Ling Xiao and the three Grand Elders, all struggled to raise their heads, their eyes bursting with the light of survival and infinite fanaticism!

The Old Ancestor has acted!

A Quasi-Immortal Emperor has personally taken action!

No matter how strange and powerful that Demonic Dragon and the Black-Robed Man were, before a true Quasi-Immortal Emperor, they were nothing more than dust that could be extinguished at will!

It's over! Everything is over! The prestige of the Myriad Immortals Sect will be forged once again through the complete annihilation of these two!

Immortal Venerable Qing Mu even showed a look of vengeful pleasure on his face, as if he had already seen the scene of the opponents turning into ashes under the Old Ancestor's finger.

However, just as that energy was about to touch Xiao Bai and Ji Mie, just as the Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor’s indifferent gaze was about to complete this insignificant cleanup, and just as the hearts of all Myriad Immortals Sect members were filled with wild joy—

"Pa."

A soft sound.

Very light, very crisp.

Like a ripe fruit falling to the ground, or a child swatting a mosquito.

In this moment where time nearly froze and all things held their breath, this soft sound reached the ears of every living being present with extraordinary clarity, and even echoed deep within their immortal souls.

Then, everyone, including the high-and-mighty Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor who looked down upon all living beings, had their expressions completely frozen in an instant.

They saw a slender, fair, well-defined palm appear from nowhere, as if it had been waiting there all along, in front of that extreme energy.

Then, like swatting an insignificant speck of dust, it gave a gentle, casual slap.

"Pop." Like a bubble bursting.

That finger strike that had made Xiao Bai feel a lethal threat and caused Ji Mie's Dao Domain to fluctuate violently failed to even produce a ripple; under that casual slap, it silently annihilated and vanished.

As if it had never existed.

Immediately after, the palm's movement did not stop, continuing forward as if casually waving or brushing away non-existent dust.

The movement was relaxed, natural, and even carried a hint of nonchalance.

Then, this palm gently slapped the Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor’s withered, indifferent face—which was now completely replaced by boundless confusion, shock, and the most primitive fear originating from biological instinct.

"Pa."

Another soft sound.

A bit more solid than the previous one.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

Everyone could see the Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor’s cheek slightly denting inward under the gentle touch of that palm.

They could see the blurred white hem of the palm owner's robe reflected in his cloudy pupils.

They could see the subtle changes in every wrinkle on his face, distorted by extreme horror.

Then—

"BOOM!!!!!!!"

An indescribable, terrifying roar finally erupted!

But it did not come from the collision of the palm and the cheek; rather, it was the Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor’s entire body, as if struck with full force by an ancient star that exceeded the concept of speed.

Turning into an extremely blurred stream of light, he crashed violently downward toward the original site of the Myriad Immortals Sect's main peak, which had long since been reduced to ruins!

No, it wasn't a crash.

He was "embedded."

"Thud—!!!!!!!!"

The earth trembled madly, thousands of times more violently than all the previous battles combined!

A terrifying crater over ten thousand miles in diameter and bottomless suddenly appeared in the center of the continent amidst the dust filling the sky and the flying Law fragments!

At the edge of the crater, spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread for hundreds of thousands of miles, nearly tearing the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Continent apart!

After a long time, the dust slowly cleared.

At the very bottom of the pit.

The Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor was splayed out, deeply embedded in the incredibly hard rock layer mixed with countless Formation remains and Chaotic Essence Gold.

His hair was disheveled, covered in mud and bloodstains.

His coarse linen clothes were in tatters, revealing the shriveled and withered body beneath, which was now covered in terrifying cracks.

Blood gurgled from his seven orifices, pooling into a small puddle at the bottom of the pit.

He wasn't dead yet.

The vitality of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor was resilient beyond imagination.

But the vast Quasi-Immortal Emperor aura around him, which was like the Heavenly Dao and made all immortals submit, had completely vanished.

In its place was a weak, chaotic aura, like a candle flickering in the wind.

He stared with eyes still filled with boundless fear and confusion at the sky obscured by dust, his lips twitching slightly as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't make a sound.

All his pride, all his dignity, and all his conviction as a Quasi-Immortal Emperor who viewed Immortal Venerables as ants...

Were all shattered by that casual slap just now, along with his world-shaking cultivation, and slapped into this bottomless, cold, and filthy mud.

Silence.

A deathly silence enveloped the world and this scarred Ten Thousand Immortals Continent.

The wind stopped, the clouds stilled, and even the pervasive dust seemed frozen in the air.

All the surviving Myriad Immortals Sect members, whether the high-and-mighty Grand Elders or the lowest Utility Disciples, all stood blankly in place like clay sculptures with their souls sucked out.

They stared blankly at that bottomless crater, at their Old Ancestor embedded at the bottom like a dead dog—the one they once revered as a god and regarded as their ultimate reliance.

Their expressions were a state of ultimate blankness. Their pupils dilated, their mouths hung slightly open, and their thoughts came to a halt.

Incomprehensible.

Unacceptable.

What happened?

The Old Ancestor... didn't the Old Ancestor take action? That finger strike enough to erase everything...

Then... then the Old Ancestor... was slapped...

Knocked unconscious?

Swatted into the ground like a fly?

How... how is this possible?!

This must be an illusion! A Heart Demon! A ridiculous and malicious joke played on them by the Heavenly Dao!

However, that deep pit was so real, and the residual terrifying fluctuations that made their immortal souls wail were so clear.

The Old Ancestor's aura at the bottom of the pit, so weak it was almost undetectable, was like the sharpest icicle, piercing through their last shred of hope.