219: Chapter 219 People from the Celestial Realm?

Ye Chen bowed, his posture respectful to the extreme.

"Junior has come this time to report an important matter."

"Speak."

Ye Chen took a deep breath and recounted the affair of the Sacred Tower ruins in the Southern Region in full detail.

From the emergence of the Sacred Tower to him personally traveling to the Southern Region and clashing with that mysterious youth—

Finally, he lowered his head, a flash of deep wariness appearing in his eyes.

"That person caught Junior's shitian blade with two fingers."

As soon as his voice fell, the great hall fell into a deathly silence.

The old man's pair of silver-white vertical pupils narrowed slightly, and a look of astonishment appeared on his withered face.

"Two fingers, catching an extreme dao emperor weapon?"

His voice remained hoarse, but it carried a few more fluctuations.

"Are you certain?"

Ye Chen nodded: "Junior saw it with his own eyes; there is absolutely no falsehood."

The old man fell silent.

He stood up from the stone coffin, walked to the edge of the stone platform with his hands behind his back, and gazed with his silver-white vertical pupils into the dim space deep within the great hall. His gaze was profound, as if it had pierced through thousands of mountains and rivers to see that barren land of the Southern Region.

"The Southern Region... how could such a powerhouse exist in such a desolate place?"

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a trace of confusion.

"Existences at the quasi-emperor level can be counted on one hand in the entire Cangxuan Great World. I know them all, yet none match the person you described."

He turned around and looked at Ye Chen, a flash of brilliance passing through his silver-white vertical pupils.

"What is that person's background? Which faction is he from?"

Ye Chen shook his head: "I do not know. That person claimed to be from the 'Blood Rain Pavilion', but Junior has never heard of this faction."

"Blood Rain Pavilion?" The old man frowned, his mind racing.

He had lived for thirty thousand years, traveled far and wide, and was knowledgeable. He had at least heard the names of all the large and small factions in the Cangxuan Great World, even if he had no dealings with them.

But this "Blood Rain Pavilion", it was indeed the first time he had heard of it.

"A faction capable of cultivating a quasi-emperor powerhouse cannot be unknown," the old man said in a deep voice, "Unless—"

He paused, a look of gravity flashing in his silver-white vertical pupils.

"Unless that person is not from the Cangxuan Great World at all."

Ye Chen's pupils constricted slightly: "Senior means... the Heavenly Domain?"

A thousand years ago, his ability to escape from the hands of the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable was related to the Heavenly Domain.

He was naturally no stranger to the Heavenly Domain.

The Heavenly Domain.

It was a world of a higher level than Cangxuan, with rich Spiritual Qi, swirling Immortal Qi, and countless powerhouses.

Above the Great Emperor, there were higher Realms, the secrets of immortality, and the Opportunity to transcend Reincarnation.

For many years, countless Cangxuan Cultivators had exhausted their lives wanting to Ascend to the Heavenly Domain and step into a higher Realm.

However, those who succeeded were few and far between.

Two sharp rays of light suddenly shot out from the old man's silver-white vertical pupils, and a look of deep wariness appeared on his withered face.

"The Heavenly Domain..."

He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

"If that person is truly from the Heavenly Domain, why hide in such a desolate place as the Southern Region? Why take away the quasi-emperor corpse? And why attack you?"

Ye Chen shook his head, a trace of confusion flashing in his long, narrow dark red eyes: "Junior does not know. But that person's strength is unfathomable; to be able to catch an extreme dao emperor weapon with two fingers—this level of cultivation is definitely not something the Cangxuan world can possess."

The old man fell silent.

He stood at the edge of the stone platform with his hands behind his back, his silver-white vertical pupils gazing into the dim space deep within the great hall, his gaze profound, as if it had pierced through thousands of mountains and rivers to see that barren land of the Southern Region.

A moment later, he spoke slowly: "Regardless of whether that person is from the Heavenly Domain, we must find out."

He turned around and looked at Ye Chen, a cold expression appearing on his withered face.

"I will make a trip to the Southern Region myself."

Ye Chen's pupils constricted slightly: "Senior intends to take action personally?"

"Correct." The old man nodded, a flash of brilliance passing through his silver-white vertical pupils, "If that person is truly from the Heavenly Domain, it might affect the Heavenly Venerable's plans. If not..."

He paused, the corners of his mouth curling into a grim, cold smile.

"Then let him stay in the Southern Region forever."

Ye Chen's heart trembled, and he quickly bowed: "Senior is wise!"

The old man did not say more, just raised his withered right hand, and his long, slender fingers sliced lightly through the Void Realm.

A pitch-black crack appeared out of thin air, like a sharp blade slicing through space.

Inside the crack, faint phantoms of mountains, rivers, cities, and palaces were flowing, emitting an ancient and vicissitudinous aura.

The Southern Region.

It was in that direction.

The old man stepped into the crack, and his figure disappeared into the dim great hall.

Ye Chen stood in place, watching the slowly closing crack, a trace of complexity flashing in his long, narrow dark red eyes.

"Quasi-emperor Peak..."

He muttered to himself, his voice carrying a trace of awe.

Space turbulence howled within the crack, and the pitch-black Void Realm power flowed around his body, yet it could not harm him in the slightest.

His Physical Body at the quasi-emperor Peak had long since transcended the mundane and become holy; mere space turbulence was not even enough to tickle him.

"The Southern Region..."

The old man muttered to himself, a trace of coldness flashing in his silver-white vertical pupils.

That mysterious powerhouse who claimed to be from the "Blood Rain Pavilion", catching an extreme dao emperor weapon with two fingers and scaring Ye Chen into fleeing in a panic—

This level of strength was truly daunting.

But who was he?

He was an old monster who had slumbered in the Zangtian Ruins for who knew how many tens of thousands of years, a peerless powerhouse at the quasi-emperor Peak, only one step away from the Emperor Realm!

In the entire Cangxuan Great World, those who could stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him could be counted on one hand.

"Whether you are from the Heavenly Domain or some old thing hiding from the world, if you dare to ruin the Heavenly Venerable's grand plans, you must die."

The old man's mouth curled into a grim, cold smile, and his figure sped through the void crack.

The Southern Region was just ahead.

In another moment, he would be able to arrive at that barren land and meet that mysterious powerhouse.

However—

Just at this moment!

"Hum—"

A clear sword hum came from the depths of the void.

The sound was not loud, but it was like the judgment of the Heavenly Dao, exploding in the old man's ears, shaking his Divine Soul until it trembled violently!

The old man's pupils constricted sharply, and his figure came to an abrupt halt!

He jerked his head up, his silver-white vertical pupils staring fixedly into the depths of the void.

There, a ray of sword light was flying toward him.

No, not "a ray" of sword light.

But a sword.

A pitch-black longsword, with a long, slender blade, the edge shimmering with a cold, biting light, and an embedded dark red gem at the crossguard, with faint blood-colored light flowing within it.

On the sword body, countless fine runes slowly swam, emitting a heart-palpitating pressure.

That pressure—

Ancient, vicissitudinous, profound, as if it contained the most fundamental Law of heaven and earth!

An extreme dao emperor weapon!

And a Peak extreme dao emperor weapon!

"What?!"

The old man's expression changed drastically, and he retreated violently!

He wanted to escape, wanted to dodge, but found that his body was locked tight by an invisible force, unable to move at all!

That sword was too fast.

So fast that even he, a peerless powerhouse at the quasi-emperor Peak, could not react in time!

"Puchi—!"

The sword light flashed, and blood sprayed wildly!

That pitch-black longsword pierced through the old man's chest, bringing up a spray of blood mist!

"Ah—!"

The old man let out a shrill, miserable scream, his entire body flying backward, somersaulting dozens of times in the air!