Chapter 44 seems to be called Wang Teng.

The God Envoy rubbed his fingertips back and forth over the token.

The supreme Dao rhythm flowed within the token.

imperial teachers token.

To see the token was to see the person.

In the power structure of the Divine Court, this was supreme authority, second only to the Empress's token.

Holding this token was equivalent to the personal arrival of the imperial teacher.

What did that mean? It meant that he, a Deputy Hall Master who had not yet taken office, now possessed the qualification to mobilize the massive resources of the entire Divine Court across ranks.

He could wantonly dispatch the elite soldiers under the three Great Divine Commanders, could enter those ancient Forbidden Grounds where even an Immortal Emperor would stop, and could read the top-secret files sealed in the depths of the Divine Court for several epochs.

As long as he wanted to, he could do it.

The extreme fear originally caused by the personal arrival of the imperial teacher was gradually dispelled by the substantive power aura emitted by this token.

It was replaced by an unprecedented fanaticism.

"Run?"

The God Envoy's mouth curled into a cold sneer. "Where can you run to?"

In his mind, he outlined the figure of the thief in white tearing through the boundary wall and escaping into the Void Realm.

Being able to calmly refine the heaven-reaching tower under those circumstances was not a means that an ant from the Lower Realm could achieve; the other party must be some old monster who was a Quasi-True Immortal hiding in the Lower Realm.

And for a Quasi-True Immortal to undergo Ascension, the only destination could be the Immortal Domain.

The Immortal Domain was vast and boundless, sounding infinitely large, but in the ruling territory of the Divine Court, it was merely a combination of one thousand great worlds within the Three Thousand Great Worlds.

If it were before, for him, a Deputy Hall Master, to fish someone out of one thousand great worlds would be like looking for a needle in a haystack, and he would be restrained by various ancient traditions everywhere.

But it was different now.

He held the imperial teachers token in his hand.

As long as he returned to the Divine Court with this token and stood at the highest Peak of the Immortal Domain's law enforcement to issue orders, all the ancient families, supreme Sects, hidden immortal gates, and even those Immortal Kings and Immortal Venerables who usually held their noses high would have to obediently lower their heads and point all their spears in the same direction.

They would lay a net of heaven and earth to search the one thousand great worlds.

Plus, he, a Quasi-Immortal Emperor who had personally set out with the endless heritage of the Divine Court...

"Even if you have undergone Ascension to the Immortal Domain, even if you have used the good fortune of the heaven-reaching tower to ascend to the sky in one step and become a true True Immortal, so what?"

The God Envoy murmured.

A True Immortal was heaven in the Lower Realm, but in front of that massive war machine of the Divine Court, they could not even be counted as a slightly larger ant.

Thinking of this, the suffocation in his chest finally eased a lot, and his face returned to arrogance.

He slowly turned around, the Quasi-Emperor halo behind him shining with dazzling golden light again, looking down condescendingly at this fragmented Lower Realm.

The square below had now turned into a huge sinkhole.

Those old monsters whose cultivation was above the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the Five Saints of Zhongzhou, Old Ancestor Qingxuan, and others were lying paralyzed among the shattered giant rocks.

Their chests were heaving, they were gasping for air, and their eyes were hollow.

Everything that had just happened was far beyond their cognition.

The God Envoy's indifferent gaze swept over this group of struggling ants.

Just now, with the imperial teacher passing by and the Quasi-Emperor pressure from the God Envoy's loss of control overlapping, the hundreds of thousands of Cultivators gathered at the Peak of Qingyun had been reduced by half.

Not even a trace of bright red was left at the scene.

The god in the sky had never truly attacked them from beginning to end.

They knew very well that as long as those golden eyes had one more shred of killing intent, and one more deliberate pouring of pressure downward, they, these so-called Peaks of the Lower Realm, would have received their lunch box on the spot just like those hundreds of thousands of people who disappeared.

"Are you all mute?"

The God Envoy's hoarse voice exploded in the sky, shaking the Cultivators' eardrums with sharp pain.

"I will only ask once."

The God Envoy's figure slowly descended, hovering in the low altitude a hundred feet from the ground. "What is the name of that thief in white who refined the heaven-reaching tower? Which Sect does he come from? What is his background?"

Silence.

Everyone buried their heads in the dust, trembling all over.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan was lying in a pile of rubble not far directly below the God Envoy, cold sweat soaking his back.

He bit the tip of his tongue to maintain his last bit of sobriety.

Deep in his eyes, a flash of guilt flickered.

He knew.

Perhaps he was the only one in the whole venue who knew the details of that young man in white.

But Old Ancestor Qingxuan knew one thing even more clearly: no matter what, he must never betray Gu Heng.

The God Envoy in the sky would kill people and erase everything; but that young man named Gu Heng could retreat unscathed under the noses of the God Envoy and even more terrifying existences.

Weighing the two evils, Old Ancestor Qingxuan would rather face the God Envoy's anger.

"Not talking, are you?"

Looking at this group of old foxes playing dead below, the sarcasm in the God Envoy's eyes grew richer.

He did not directly attack Old Ancestor Qingxuan and these old monsters but casually raised his right hand, his five fingers forming a claw, and sucked at a group of trembling low-level Cultivators in the Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation Stage in the distance.

"Ah—!"

Dozens of low-level Cultivators flew into mid-air.

The God Envoy did not even look at them; the golden light in his eyes flourished, and a massive, suffocating Divine Sense poured into their brows.

In mid-air, the memories of dozens of Cultivators were frantically flipped through like waste paper.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

In just three breaths, the Cultivators who could not withstand the infusion of the Quasi-Immortal Emperor's Divine Sense fell one after another.

The God Envoy frowned deeply.

He had flipped through the memories of these people, seen their greed for the heaven-reaching tower, seen their awe of the great Sects, but had not found a shred of information about the thief in white.

So many people had clearly been in the same square as that thief just now, and yet not a single person knew what that guy's name was!

"A bunch of trash."

The God Envoy's patience was being consumed at a very fast speed. The golden light on his body began to become manic, and the surrounding space made a clicking sound again.

The atmosphere was extremely oppressive. Just when everyone thought that the massacre was about to unfold completely, in a corner of the ruins, a fearful mutter came from the crowd.

"That person... that person's walking posture just now... it seems to be, it's Wang Teng, Senior Wang Teng..."

The voice was very small, but in the ruins, it was no less than a thunderclap.

In the rubble pit, the Ancestor of the Wang Family had been playing dead perfectly well, but the moment he heard these two words, his face instantly turned into the color of pig liver.

"Pfft—!"

A mouthful of dark purple old blood sprayed out from the mouth of the Ancestor of the Wang Family.

He could not care about his severe injuries, suddenly propped up his upper body, and roared hysterically in the direction the voice came from.

"Who the hell said Wang Teng?! Which bastard is slandering me!"

"My Wang Family does not have such a person! Never! The most high-profile person in our Wang Family is called Wang Aotian! We don't know any Wang Teng at all! Lord God Envoy, please see clearly!"

The Ancestor of the Wang Family had collapsed.

To be labeled with this hat at this juncture, this was a great crime that would exterminate the nine clans and destroy the Sect!

This roar made Old Ancestor Qingxuan, not far away, turn his head with difficulty to look at the Ancestor of the Wang Family, unable to help opening his mouth wide.

Ah?

There was another expert?

Old Ancestor Qingxuan was stunned.

Immediately afterward, the figure huddled in the corner seemed to realize that he had caused a huge disaster, and tremblingly muttered another sentence nearby.

"N-no, that's not what I meant... I mean I have seen that Loose Cultivator named Wang Teng before...

He, he didn't seem to withstand the pressure just now and has already been obliterated in the air... That thief is definitely not him..."

"..."

The wind blew across the ruins, rolling up a burst of dust.

The God Envoy hung in mid-air, his eyelids twitching.

He felt that his intelligence was being rubbed on the ground by these Lower Realm natives.

An unlucky Loose Cultivator who died without a whole corpse?

"Are you all playing with me?"

The God Envoy's voice was frighteningly low, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped to freezing.

He had completely lost interest in playing the cat-and-mouse game, his gaze directly passing over those clowns and focusing on Old Ancestor Qingxuan.

"Since none of you will talk, then you go die. I will refine this continent into a lamp wick; I will always be able to extract what I want."

The moment the voice fell, the destructive pressure gathered and smashed onto the back of Old Ancestor Qingxuan.

"Boom—!"

Centered on Old Ancestor Qingxuan, the ground for a thousand miles made a wail and instantly collapsed.

The earth trench tore apart, and the abyss swallowed countless rocks.

Most of the surviving Cultivators were swept into the air by the violent airflow, dancing like fallen leaves in a gale.

Old Ancestor Qingxuan's bones made a cracking sound all over his body.

He saw the God Envoy in mid-air slowly extend his right hand, his five fingers forming a virtual grip.

It was as if the Grim Reaper had directly pinched his neck, lifting him alive from the edge of the abyss into mid-air.

Suffocation.

The shadow of death completely shrouded Old Ancestor Qingxuan's consciousness.

As the force tightened continuously, the entire world in Old Ancestor Qingxuan's vision was dyed a bright red.

Even at this moment, Old Ancestor Qingxuan still gritted his teeth tightly.

"No... cannot say..."

Just as Old Ancestor Qingxuan's consciousness was about to fall into darkness.

"Lord God Envoy, wait!"

A dry voice came from the edge of the ruins.

Ye Wentian was half-kneeling on the cliff, dripping with blood.

He stared at Old Ancestor Qingxuan, who was hanging by a thread in mid-air, panting violently.

After all, he could not watch it anymore.

That was the Old Ancestor he had respected all his life, the pillar of the Qingyun Sect.

No matter how unfathomable Gu Heng's background was, no matter what terrifying revenge would come in the future, he could not watch the Old Ancestor be crushed like an ant in front of him.

Ye Wentian lowered his head, closed his eyes, squeezed two lines of humiliating tears from the corners of his eyes, and squeezed that name out through his teeth.

"That person... that person is named Gu Heng!"

The voice echoed over the ruins.

The God Envoy glanced down at Ye Wentian, who was half-kneeling on the ground.

With a slight movement of his wrist, the Quasi-Emperor pressure instantly converged.

"Bang."

Old Ancestor Qingxuan fell from mid-air, smashing heavily into the pile of rubble, stirring up a burst of dust.

He covered his neck, greedily breathing in the air, coughing violently.

The Old Ancestor gave Ye Wentian a fierce look with his peripheral vision, his eyes full of desolation.

It was all over.

The God Envoy murmured the name, the arc of his mouth getting bigger and bigger.

"Gu Heng... Very good. It seems that you natives of the Lower Realm don't have bones as hard as I thought."

He raised his head and looked into the endless Void Realm, as if he had already seen the miserable appearance of the thief in white kneeling before the Law Enforcement Hall.

"Consider yourselves sensible. You have saved your lowly lives."

The golden halo behind him slowly turned again, and the space began to distort under his will.

Since he already knew, he did not want to stay in this Lower Realm that made him feel humiliated for another moment. He wanted to return to the Immortal Domain immediately, use the imperial teachers token, and lay a net of heaven and earth.

"Listen well, you ants of the Lower Realm."

The God Envoy's figure gradually became illusory in the space. "When I catch that thief named Gu Heng in the Immortal Domain and extract his Soul and refine his Soul, there will definitely be heavy rewards! As for you..."

"Just stay in these ruins and live with gratitude."

Before the voice fell, a pitch-black crack appeared, and the God Envoy turned into golden light and instantly plunged into it.

The crack closed, leaving only broken walls and tens of thousands of Cultivators who had survived the disaster.

...

Meanwhile.

In the boundary channel, which was separated from the Lower Realm by an unknown number of spatial barriers, Gu Heng was carelessly playing with the small glazed tower circulating with billions of runes in his right hand.

The heaven-reaching tower had been completely erased of its original owner's imprint by him, and now in his hand, it was as docile as an exquisite hand-held trinket.

As for the little guys who were still clearing levels inside the tower, he was too lazy to pay attention to them for the time being.

Anyway, this tower had its own world, and there were plenty of resources, so let them live and die and train inside.

"Achoo!"

Just as he was walking, Gu Heng suddenly sneezed.

He looked back at the boundary barrier that was already invisible below with some strangeness.

"Who is scolding me?"

Gu Heng touched his chin. "Could it be that little golden man with golden light all over his head just now? Such a big temper, I just took a tower."

He shook his head, too lazy to think about it in detail.

He was about to arrive at the legendary Immortal Domain, which was a good place.

According to the records of ancient books he had read in the Lower Realm over the years, the Immortal Domain was full of Immortal Qi.

Everywhere there were Spiritual Roots and Immortal Plants, and just taking a breath could prolong life.

The most important thing was that the Immortal Domain must have that kind of immortal banquet with immortal music, endless nectar and jade liquid, and all kinds of fairies with immortal aura playing the zither and dancing.

Having pretended to be a master in the Lower Realm for so long, and being surrounded by a group of old men flattering him every day, he was already bored.

"Haha, Immortal Domain! I'm coming!"

A glimmer of expectation flashed in Gu Heng's eyes, and he quickened his pace.

In front, a huge white light group appeared at the end of the boundary channel.

Gu Heng took a step out and smashed the halo.

A dazzling white light flashed.

Gu Heng closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and prepared to welcome the refreshing baptism of Immortal Qi.

However, the moment the gas poured into his nasal cavity, Gu Heng's expression froze.

"Cough, cough..."

What greeted him was not the immortal blessed land with floating Immortal Qi and white clouds as he had imagined.

Instead, it was a dim sky.

The sky was dark red, and under his feet was a vast and desolate land.

The soil was scorched black, and a gust of violent wind whistled past, like a blade-sharp wind and sand hitting the protective True Qi three feet outside Gu Heng's body.

Gu Heng looked down at his white clothes, then looked at this environment that was like purgatory.

The smile on his mouth completely stiffened, and the small glazed tower in his hand stopped.

He released his Divine Sense and spread it out for hundreds of thousands of miles.

Gu Heng stood on the scorched earth, listening to the hissing sounds coming from it, and fell into silence.

After a long while, he raised his head, looked at the dark red sky, and issued a question from the depths of his Soul.

"Isn't this Ascension to the Immortal Domain?"

"How the hell did I ascend to the Demon Realm?!"