85: Chapter 85 The Great Sage? Suppressed with One Hand!

But Shen Qingyuan was different.

His Spirit Eye Divine Pupil could see through all illusions and perceive the essence of everything.

In the vision, Emperor Tianxuan and that pitch-black figure were fighting frantically in the starry sky.

Fists, palms, fingers, claws—every strike carried the power to destroy heaven and earth.

The two fought from one Star Domain to another; wherever they passed, stars shattered, the Void Realm collapsed, and patches of dead, silent ruins were left behind.

Emperor Tianxuan fought more and more fiercely, his golden fist aura pouring down like a torrential rain, each punch capable of shattering a star.

But that pitch-black figure was no less impressive; he drifted about like a ghost, every strike sinister and vicious, targeting vital points.

The two fought for three days and three nights.

They fought from the depths of the starry sky to the edge, and from the edge back to the depths.

The golden battle armor on Emperor Tianxuan had already developed cracks, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

And for that pitch-black figure, most of his cloak had been torn away, revealing a face so pale it lacked even a hint of color.

It was an extremely young face.

But those eyes were gray and lifeless, filled with the aura of time.

"You cannot stop me."

The figure finally spoke, his voice hoarse yet filled with an unquestionable majesty.

"The Heavenly Dao is flawed, and the imperial path is severed. This world is destined to be destroyed."

Emperor Tianxuan clenched his fists, and the golden light around him surged again.

"Speaking of the Heavenly Dao being flawed is nothing more than a conspiracy by the likes of you!"

"If you want to destroy this world, you must first get past me!"

He shouted explosively, his entire body turning into a stream of golden light as he charged toward that figure!

This strike condensed his life's cultivation; it was his strongest punch!

Wherever the fist aura passed, the Void Realm completely collapsed, time was thoroughly twisted, and even the Laws of Karma were shattered by this punch!

The pitch-black figure's expression changed slightly; he formed seals with his hands, and a black curtain of light condensed in front of him.

"Boom—!!!"

The fist aura slammed into the light curtain, emitting a deafening roar!

The light curtain trembled violently, and fine cracks began to appear on its surface.

But in the end, it held on.

Emperor Tianxuan's fist aura stalled before the light curtain.

"I said it before: you cannot stop me."

The figure curled his lips into a mocking arc and flicked his finger lightly.

"Bang!"

Emperor Tianxuan was sent flying backward, shattering stars along the way, his imperial blood splattering!

The golden battle armor was also completely shattered, revealing the battered body underneath.

Yet, there was not the slightest hint of retreat in his eyes.

"I cannot stop you?"

Emperor Tianxuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

That smile contained a touch of madness and a touch of determination.

"Then let's die together."

Before the words even faded, blinding golden light suddenly erupted from his entire body!

The golden light was as intense as a scorching sun, illuminating the entire starry sky!

His body began to expand, the imperial Dao Origin within him began to burn frantically, and a destructive aura permeated from his body!

"Are you crazy?!"

The pitch-black figure's expression changed abruptly, and his figure retreated violently!

"Self-destructing your imperial Dao Origin? This is cutting off your own path!"

Emperor Tianxuan did not answer.

He simply spread his arms and shot toward the pitch-black figure.

"Boom—!!!"

An earth-shattering roar!

The entire starry sky was swallowed by golden light!

The vision came to an abrupt end at this moment.

Shen Qingyuan opened his eyes abruptly, golden light flickering in them, lingering for a long time.

He looked down at the warm, smooth crystal in his palm and remained silent for a long time.

Old Turtle and the Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner both sensed something was wrong and cautiously crept over.

"Se-Senior?" Old Turtle swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Are you alright?"

Shen Qingyuan did not answer but turned his head to look beyond the sky.

In the distant starry sky, that was where the imperial battle had erupted.

A moment later, he finally regained his senses, tucked the crystal into his sleeve, and said indifferently, "I'm fine."

Old Turtle let out a sigh of relief and was about to speak—

Suddenly, his whole body stiffened!

An aura of terrifying extremity descended from the Void Realm, like the heavens collapsing and the earth sinking, pressing down so hard that he, a Asking Dao Realm Sixth Layer Great Demon King, could barely breathe!

"Th-This is..."

Old Turtle's face turned deathly pale, his whole body trembling, his cloudy old eyes filled with horror.

A Saint!

And an existence even more powerful than those three Saints from the Holy Land just now!

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner also shuddered, his illusory figure fluctuating violently, his blood-red eyes staring fixedly at a spot in the Void Realm.

"Great Saint... at least the Great Saint Realm!"

His voice was trembling.

Back when he followed the Heavenly Fiend Demon Venerable to conquer the world, he had seen countless experts.

An existence at the Great Saint Realm, while not much in front of the Saint King Realm, was absolutely an existence that could walk sideways in a place like the Southern Domain!

In the Void Realm, a crack slowly tore open.

Like an invisible giant hand, it forcibly tore space apart.

From the crack, a figure stepped out.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in a pitch-black robe, with a cold and stern face and a pair of eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

Black mist swirled around him, his aura as deep as an abyss, and with every step he took, the Void Realm trembled slightly.

Great Saint Realm!

And not an ordinary Great Saint Realm!

Shen Qingyuan, however, remained expressionless, his hands tucked into his sleeves as he stood lazily, sizing up this uninvited guest.

The middle-aged man's gaze swept across the Void Realm and finally landed on Shen Qingyuan.

To be precise, it landed on the position of his sleeve.

There, a faint light was vaguely shining through.

The aura of the secret realm core.

"Hand over the item."

His voice was hoarse, yet it carried an unquestionable tone.

"That is not something you can get your hands on."

When Old Turtle heard this, his heart skipped a beat.

This person was here for the secret realm core!

He secretly glanced at Shen Qingyuan and found that this Senior still looked indifferent.

"You arrived quite quickly," Shen Qingyuan said, his tone casual. "What benefits did they give you to make a dignified Peak Great Saint Realm Cultivator like you work for them?"

The middle-aged man's expression stiffened, and a flash of astonishment appeared in his eyes—this person knew his identity?!

"You're courting death!"

He gave a cold snort, and a terrifying Great Saint pressure erupted with a boom, pressing down toward Shen Qingyuan like a mountain crushing from above!

Wherever it passed, the Void Realm trembled and twisted!

Old Turtle's face turned deathly pale, and he was almost pressed to the ground.

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner's figure also fluctuated violently, his illusory form dimming slightly.

However—

Shen Qingyuan stood where he was, his green robes not moving in the slightest.

That Great Saint pressure, which was enough to crush a Asking Dao Realm Great Demon King and make a Saint tremble, was like a gentle breeze brushing against his face, failing to even stir a corner of his clothes.

The middle-aged man's pupils constricted.

"No wonder you could break the great array left behind by the Venerable Lord!"

He took a step forward, his figure appearing in front of Shen Qingyuan like a ghost, his five fingers like claws, aiming straight for his throat!

This claw strike was fast as lightning and extremely vicious!

Where the claw edge passed, space was torn into five pitch-black cracks!

Old Turtle exclaimed, wanting to retreat, but found that his body was simply not listening to him, locked tight by that terrifying killing intent and unable to move!

The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner was also stiff, his blood-red eyes filled with horror.

This claw strike was enough to instantly kill any Cultivator below the Great Saint Realm!

However—

Shen Qingyuan didn't even dodge.

He just raised his eyes and looked at the middle-aged man.

One glance.

Just one glance.

The middle-aged man's claw stopped abruptly, three inches from Shen Qingyuan's throat.

A terrifyingly extreme pressure erupted from Shen Qingyuan's lazy eyes, like an ancient divine mountain pressing down, suppressing him completely!

The strength of this pressure was something he had only ever felt in front of the Venerable Lord.

But what kind of person was the Venerable Lord?

He was a Quasi-Emperor expert, rare in the world!

Ten thousand years ago, after Emperor Yuanlian, the imperial path was severed, and it was impossible for another Emperor to appear in the world!

This was a fact known to all Cultivators!

Yet this person before him...

If he wasn't a Quasi-Emperor, how could he suppress him with just a single glance?!

The middle-aged man's face was as pale as paper, blue veins bulged on his forehead, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

He had thought that coming to the Southern Domain this time to bring back the secret realm core would be an extremely easy task.

But he didn't expect that in this barren Southern Domain, he would actually run into a Quasi-Emperor!

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