163: A deadly scheme targeting the Su family!

Sunken Immortal Domain.

This is a graveyard of light, a Forbidden Zone for life.

Gray mist churned in the Void Realm, each strand as heavy as lead and mercury, enough to crush a Great Saint's spine.

A towering black palace floated within the eternal silence.

It was massive.

Like an ancient behemoth that had fallen into a slumber after devouring billions of stars, its mere aura caused the surrounding space to constantly cycle through collapse and reconstruction.

Immortal Temple.

One of the power centers of the Dark Great World.

A massive boom echoed—!

The silence was crudely shattered.

A golden rut crushed the Void Realm, extending from the unspeakable darkness deep within the temple.

It was a golden chariot.

Pulling the chariot was a ten-thousand-foot-long, skeletal frame of a Qilin.

The skeleton was stained with long-dried black blood, emitting a sickening aura of decay and depravity.

With every step it took, the Void Realm beneath its feet let out an overburdened wail, turning into black dust that fell away.

Atop the chariot stood a towering figure.

He was enveloped by a brilliant light of Reincarnation, making his true appearance difficult to discern.

One could only feel that domineering and peerless terrifying will that stood above all living beings.

Immortal King, Ran Zun!

This was a supreme titan who truly stood at the top of the pyramid, looking down upon the ages!

Before the temple.

An envoy from the Immortal Palace knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the black stone floor.

He was trembling.

Every bone in his body was creaking, nearly falling apart.

That was the suppression stemming from the level of life itself.

Even if he usually threw his weight around across the myriad worlds relying on the prestige of the Immortal Palace, before a true Immortal King, he was as insignificant as a dying bug.

Beside him.

Quasi-Immortal King You Pu also bowed deeply.

His empty right sleeve swayed in the cold wind, exceptionally eye-catching.

It was a mark of shame.

It was the ironclad proof of having been severed by a single sword strike from that Human Race in the Lower Realm through the Boundary Gate!

"Lord Ran Zun."

The Immortal Palace envoy suppressed his chattering teeth and held up a Decree emitting nine-colored immortal light with both hands.

"The Ancient Ancestor of the Immortal Palace has ordered."

"Su Xuanchen of the Human Race in the Lower Realm has repeatedly offended the dignity of the Immortal Palace and slaughtered the experts of our race; his crimes are unpardonable."

"According to our investigation, the kunpeng inheritance of the Hun Kun Academy is about to open, and Su Xuanchen's daughter will participate in the competition."

The envoy swallowed hard, not daring to look up at the towering figure, and could only shout loudly at the ground:

"At that time, Su Xuanchen will surely appear to protect her path."

"The Immortal Palace will use its foundations to forcibly open a passage between the two worlds and respectfully invite Lord Ran Zun to descend..."

"To suppress and kill him!"

His voice fell.

Silence filled the surroundings.

Only the "hissing" sound of the Qilin skeleton's breath, like thunder, echoed in his ears.

The golden chariot stopped in mid-air.

The man on the chariot raised his hand.

Buzz!

The Decree, personally sealed by the Ancient Ancestor of the Immortal Palace and capable of suppressing an entire Great World, automatically flew into his hand.

Crack.

The Seal broke.

Ran Zun only spared it a glance.

There was no ripple in those eyes hidden behind the light of Reincarnation.

It was as if he had received a mission to step on an ant.

Boring.

And tedious.

"Granted."

Just a single word.

Though the voice was soft, it carried the power of the Great Dao's voice, shaking the entire Immortal Temple violently and causing the Laws to roar.

That was the supreme majesty of one whose words become Law!

The voice ceased.

A massive boom rose again—!

The golden chariot turned around.

The Qilin skeleton broke into a gallop, pulling the supreme figure, crushing the Void Realm, and disappearing into the gray mist at the end of the temple.

Coming and going like the wind.

Treating all living beings as nothing.

Not until that terrifying pressure completely dissipated and even the sound of the rolling wheels could no longer be heard.

"Phew..."

The Immortal Palace envoy slumped to the ground, gasping for breath, his robes long since soaked in cold sweat.

Too terrifying.

Is this the aura of an Immortal King?

Merely standing there made his Divine Soul feel like it was splitting, as if he had just walked past the gates of hell.

"Did you see that, You Pu?"

The Immortal Palace envoy took quite a while to recover before climbing up from the ground.

He brushed the dust off his robes, regained his usual arrogance, and glanced sideways at You Pu.

"That is a true Immortal King."

"In that lord's eyes, whatever Heavenly Emperor or Su Xuanchen they are, they're nothing more than slightly stronger ants."

The Immortal Palace envoy sneered, his tone full of the smugness of a fox borrowing the tiger's majesty.

"As long as Lord Ran Zun takes action."

"That native Su Xuanchen won't live past the third watch!"

You Pu still kept his head lowered.

Shadows concealed the venom and greed in his eyes.

An ant?

He subconsciously touched his empty right arm.

At the stump, that extremely domineering Sword Intent still remained, torturing his nerves day and night and preventing his limb from regenerating.

That man is no ant at all!

That is a... prehistoric monster that hasn't fully grown yet!

If he were given a few hundred more years, even an Immortal King would have a headache!

"The Envoy is right."

You Pu looked up, his face full of perfectly measured fawning and awe.

"With Lord Ran Zun taking action, that Su Xuanchen is certainly doomed!"

"The grudge of my severed arm finally has hope of being avenged!"

Saying so.

He stepped forward, feigning excitement, and grabbed the Immortal Palace envoy's hand, shaking it vigorously.

"Thank you, Lord Envoy, for speaking well of me before the Ancient Ancestor! You Pu will never forget this kindness!"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing."

The Immortal Palace envoy felt completely comfortable from this flattery, not noticing anything amiss at all.

At the moment their hands touched.

Swish.

A strand of eerie Immortal Qi, billions of times thinner than a hair and both colorless and formless, silently drilled into the envoy's body from You Pu's fingertips.

You Pu let go, a look of mockery flashing in his eyes.

Fool.

You really think I, You Pu, am just a dog for your Immortal Palace?

The secrets on Su Xuanchen, especially that eerie power that can sever an immortal body... I, You Pu, must have them!

That was his only chance to break through his shackles and ascend to become a true Immortal King!

"By the way, Lord Envoy."

The gratitude on You Pu's face faded slightly, replaced by a worried look.

"There is one more thing I don't understand."

"Speak."

The Immortal Palace envoy was in a great mood, putting on an air of giving guidance.

You Pu's eyes narrowed slightly, his voice dropping low and sharp.

"Su Xuanchen is, after all, the Heavenly Emperor of the Xuanhuang Great World, favored by Luck."

"Furthermore, the Xuanhuang Great World also has its foundations."

"Those old monsters sleeping in the Forbidden Zones, as well as the Immortal Kings of the various Longevity Immortal Families..."

You Pu stared intently into the envoy's eyes and asked word by word:

"How does the Immortal Palace guarantee..."

"That at the critical moment when Lord Ran Zun descends to suppress and kill Su Xuanchen..."

"Those old fellows won't intervene?"