163: Chapter 163 A Strange Treasure Appears, A Chaotic Battle for It

The heart of the Star River Ancient Ruins.

Colossal meteorite wreckage lay scattered across the deathly silent starry sky. Violent spatial turbulence wantonly strangled everything in its surroundings.

Warships from various factions were anchored at the periphery of the core zone.

The Xiao Family's nine dragon agarwood carriage occupied the foremost position.

Lin Aotian's breastbone was shattered; he could only lean against the aloeswood pillars on the outside of the jade chariot, gasping for breath.

A few days ago, the impact of Ye Wuhun's half-step Immortal King Aura had directly severed thirty percent of the Meridians throughout his body.

Even after swallowing high-grade healing Medicinal Pills from the Xiao Family, his face remained deathly pale at this moment.

Yet he stared fixedly at the center of the ruins, his eyes filled with resentment.

Rumble!

The Void Realm at the center of the heartland vibrated violently.

A blinding pillar of light pierced through the nebula.

The originally calm space completely collapsed as three hundred-foot-tall Origin Dao Lotuses slowly emerged from the void.

Within the first azure Dao Lotus, a pitch-black longsword floated at its center.

The blade vibrated, causing the surrounding space to continuously crack and heal. The Heaven-Slaying Sword.

The second white Dao Lotus carried a palm-sized broken jade fragment.

Dense Law runes flowed across the surface of the jade fragment.

A fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation.

The third purple Dao Lotus enveloped a bead the size of a longan fruit.

The bead was entwined with purple misty Qi, exuding the vast Aura of the Universe's beginning. The primordial dao seed.

The moment the supreme treasures appeared, the eyes of all the Cultivators present became bloodshot, and their breathing grew heavy.

"Seize it!"

Someone roared out.

A chaotic battle erupted instantly.

Three white-haired veteran Peak Immortal Lords took the lead, simultaneously rushing toward the Heaven-Slaying Sword, which possessed the heaviest killing intent.

The three of them summoned their respective natal Immortal Artifacts: a cauldron, a seal, and a pagoda.

The light of the Magic Treasures illuminated the Void Realm, and the fluctuations of the Law forced back the Profound Immortals who attempted to approach from behind.

Just as the palms of the three were about to touch the Heaven-Slaying Sword...

A wild laugh drowned out the roar of the entire field.

"Mere ants dare to compete with this Young Lord for Opportunity!"

Nine Golden Crows pulled a bronze war chariot, smashing through the Void Realm.

Ye Wuhun stood upon the war chariot, his dark-gold battle armor erupting with blinding True Solar Fire.

He took a single step, crossing a distance of a hundred feet.

His half-step Immortal King pressure was released without reservation. The Void Realm ahead froze instantly.

The movements of the three Peak Immortal Lords suddenly jerked to a halt.

Ye Wuhun drew the long saber at his waist with a backhand motion. The blade was entwined with Golden Crow Divine Fire as he slashed down.

The flames swallowed the starry sky.

That cauldron, seal, and pagoda simultaneously let out a mournful wail as cracks split across their surfaces, and they were sent flying backward.

The three veteran Immortal Lords simultaneously spat out a mouthful of blood, their bodies smashing through a meteorite behind them, their fates unknown.

Ye Wuhun reached out with his left hand and grabbed the Heaven-Slaying Sword.

Violent, resistant Sword Qi exploded from the blade, but it was suppressed ruthlessly by Ye Wuhun's even more overbearing Immortal power.

"A fine sword!" Ye Wuhun laughed, turning his gaze toward the fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation in the middle.

Beside the jade chariot, Lin Aotian watched Ye Wuhun showing off, his eyes so full of jealousy they almost dripped blood.

Why? Why does this bastard get to be so arrogant!

Lin Aotian's gaze quickly swept over the battlefield.

He discovered that near the fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation, there were only a few ordinary Immortal Lords keeping each other in check; the defense was extremely weak.

The Opportunity must not be lost.

As long as I can secretly take that jade plate fragment and personally present it to Nickname, I can prove to everyone that I, Lin Aotian, am the true Child of Destiny.

That Ye Wuhun is nothing more than a boor who only knows how to flaunt his martial might.

Lin Aotian forced himself to stand straight beside the jade chariot. He turned to look toward the beaded curtain.

"Nickname, watch me retrieve the treasure for you!" Lin Aotian's voice rose, filled with a reckless, blind confidence.

Behind the beaded curtain.

Zi Yun picked up her spiritual tea and took a shallow sip.

Fool.

Is it not good to be alive? Why must you rush to your reincarnation.

Zi Yun set down the teacup and raised her hand to part the beaded curtain slightly.

A trace of worry appeared on her face at just the right moment, her gaze "tender."

"Brother Aotian, please be careful. If it cannot be done, retreat immediately."

Hearing these words, the blood in Lin Aotian's entire body instantly boiled. The agonizing pain was cast to the back of his mind.

Nickname still cares about me.

As long as I display enough strength, she will definitely change her mind!

Lin Aotian gave a wild roar, forcibly burning his Origin essence blood.

He pushed his Myriad Tribulations Undying Physique to its limit, a layer of dark-gold halo appearing on the surface of his skin.

Trailing a streak of light, he bypassed the main battlefield and charged straight for the fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation.

One hundred feet.

Ten feet.

Lin Aotian broke through the aftershocks of the battle between two Immortal Lords, reaching out with his right hand, his fingers closing in on the jade plate fragment.

Just as he was about to touch the treasure...

Ye Wuhun, who had just finished suppressing the Heaven-Slaying Sword, turned his head.

His dark-gold eyes were full of coldness and disdain.

"Where did this stray dog come from, daring to lay a finger on this Young Lord's things?"

Ye Wuhun did not even use his saber. He raised his right hand and pressed down with a palm strike through the air.

A hundred-foot-wide Golden Crow True Fire Seal condensed out of thin air, carrying a terrifying heat capable of boiling rivers and drying seas as it smashed down upon Lin Aotian's head.

Before the giant flaming hand even landed, the sense of pressure caused a large area of the surrounding space to collapse.

Lin Aotian looked up abruptly, his pupils reflecting the golden flames that blotted out the sky.

Before the True Fire, the dark-gold halo of the Myriad Tribulations Undying Physique couldn't even hold out for half a breath.

Crack.

His Protective Aura shattered inch by inch.

"No—!"

Boom!

The Golden Crow True Fire Seal slammed violently into Lin Aotian.

Flames instantly swallowed his body.

His flesh and skin carbonized in an instant. The splattered blood was directly evaporated into a bloody mist.

Lin Aotian let out a piercing, shrill scream. He plummeted at extreme speed, crashing heavily onto a massive meteorite wreck below.

The ground shook and the mountains trembled.

A giant pit several hundred feet deep was smashed into the hard surface of the meteorite.

Lin Aotian lay at the bottom of the pit. His entire body was charred black, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, and his chest had completely collapsed.

The Physique he was originally so proud of could not squeeze out even a sliver of power to reconstruct his flesh and blood at this moment.

He couldn't even scream anymore; only a wheezing sound like a broken bellows came from his throat.

The entire field was deathly silent.

Whether it was the Profound Immortals on the periphery or the Immortal Lords leading the various factions, everyone stopped their movements.

Heavily wounding three Peak Immortal Lords in one move and instakilling a Profound Immortal who tried to force his way in with a single palm strike.

Ye Wuhun's dominance completely intimidated everyone.

Ye Wuhun's figure flashed, landing on the edge of the deep pit.

He didn't even spare a glance at Lin Aotian at the bottom of the pit.

That kind of absolute disregard was more despair-inducing than any verbal humiliation.

He raised his hand, and a suction force erupted from his palm.

The fragment of the Jade Plate of Creation flew through the air and landed steadily in his hand.

Having taken two supreme treasures in a row, the Aura on Ye Wuhun's body reached its Peak.

He turned around, his gaze passing over the crowd to lock onto the purple Dao Lotus at the very depths.

The primordial dao seed.

This was the greatest creation of this Star River Ancient Ruins trip.

Once he refined it, he would have a hundred percent certainty of breaking through to the Immortal King realm, and even laying down a supreme Foundation for becoming an Immortal Emperor.

A wild and arrogant smile curled on Ye Wuhun's lips.

He strode toward the purple Dao Lotus.

A distance of a hundred feet was crossed in a few steps.

Ye Wuhun stopped before the Dao Lotus.

The thousands of Cultivators around were full of greed, yet not a single one dared to speak out to stop him, nor did anyone dare to take a step forward.

Inside the nine dragon agarwood carriage.

Zi Yun's eyes were slightly closed, and her hands, hidden under her wide sleeves, were maintaining an extremely complex spatial hand seal.

The gray-white Lower Realm Heavenly Dao Origin had already, while Ye Wuhun was showing off and attracting everyone's attention...

...followed the shadows of the meteorite wreckage and silently wound itself around the stem of the purple Dao Lotus.

That top-grade Immortal Artifact Formation Plate from Family Head became the best cover to shield all perception of Karma.

Outside.

Ye Wuhun reached out his right hand, covered in dark-gold battle armor, and grabbed for the Dao Seed emitting the purple mist.

His fingers were about to close.

A mere half-inch distance.

At the critical moment just as his fingertips were about to touch the Dao Seed.

There was not the slightest fluctuation in space.

There was not a hint of disorder in the Laws.

That primordial dao seed, which contained the power of the Origin from the beginning of the Universe, was right under Ye Wuhun's nose.

It vanished into thin air.

Cleanly, without leaving any trace behind.

Ye Wuhun's hand grabbed empty air.

The arrogance on his lips froze instantly, and for the first time, an expression of unbelievable blankness appeared in his dark-gold eyes.