Free Web NovelChapter 112: Chapter 109: Myriad Stars Immortal Realm, World Power
The Great Thousand Realms.
An unknown region.
Countless figures stood in the void. Some wore Purple Gold Crowns, their presence stern and imposing. Others wore tall hats and wide sashes, their great sleeves billowing. Some exuded a wild, terrifying aura, while others possessed graceful figures, appearing Extraordinary and ethereal.
They were scattered throughout the void, their gazes fixed on what lay ahead.
Before them was a starry sky, resplendent with stars of incomparable beauty.
But this starry sky was not in the heavens; it was revealed within a fissure in space.
"This world is too solid. A thousand years have passed, and we still cannot set foot inside."
An old man spoke. He stood there like a Primordial Giant Beast, a terrifying Power concealed within his body. He had clearly reached a frightening level in his Body Refining.
"Any Little World within the Great Thousand Realms is either born from the Great Thousand Realms itself or created by a Venerable. This particular Little World is woven from stars, so it is likely related to that Legendary Venerable from a hundred thousand years ago."
This was an ethereal voice. The speaker was a woman in a white dress, her jade-like feet treading upon the void as if she were a Moon Palace Fairy. Her aura flickered, seeming to be both of the Dao and not of the Dao, carrying with it an air of great light and Great Perfection.
"A hundred thousand years ago... that was a dazzling, great era. Not like now, where everything has degenerated. Forget Great Emperors; how long has it been since even a Venerable has appeared? The Saints have all gone into seclusion, leaving only us Kings behind..."
Someone sighed, their voice ancient and filled with vicissitude.
The others looked over, all showing surprise on their faces. Clearly, the speaker held an extraordinary status.
"Hm?"
Suddenly, their conversation ceased.
"Fall back, quickly!"
Horrified shouts rang out one after another as everyone retreated for their lives. frёewebnoѵēl.com
Within the fissure, the starlight flared as the world began to tremble slightly.
In an instant, countless great cracks appeared in the void, and the entire space seemed about to shatter into dust.
The sudden change was like a True Dragon bursting forth from a calm pool, causing the water to roil violently.
"Dammit, what’s happening? Are we going to die here today?!"
Watching the void rapidly shatter, everyone was terrified. This Power was so immense it was enough to kill them all.
Shattering space was a Power that only Saints could master.
For this world to shatter space with a casual tremor... just how terrifying was it?
It all happened quickly, and it ended just as fast. Just as they were paralyzed with terror, everything suddenly fell calm again.
A ray of starlight shot out from among the stars and vanished in a flash.
"Look!"
Ignoring the departing ray of starlight, the crowd looked toward the Star Realm within the fissure.
The fissure had widened. They could vaguely see that something seemed to be suppressed beneath that world.
"Could it be that this Star Realm has been suppressing and sealing something all this time?" one of the Kings asked, his voice trembling.
On the surface of the world woven from stars, wisps of black thread, like writhing meridians, were gradually eroding the Star Realm.
"Within a hundred years, I shall return to this world..."
A grand, emotionless voice echoed from the fissure, striking horror into the faces of everyone present.
...
「Cyan Cloud Country.」
Baiquan Town, Crescent Island.
Ling Tianxu stood in the void and thrust a palm downward. A giant Flame palm materialized, blanketing everyone below and pressing down like a mountain.
In an instant, the air began to boil. A thick white mist rose from the surface of the lake with a SIZZLE.
This strike was delivered with the intent to kill, unlike his earlier toying.
’Am I going to die?’
Despair filled everyone’s faces.
"Sigh!"
Just then, a soft sigh echoed out. It seemed to whisper beside their ears, yet also drift from the distant horizon, reverberating through the void.
A layer of brilliant starlight appeared above their heads. When the giant Flame palm landed on it, it vanished without a sound, like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
"Hm?"
Ling Tianxu’s pupils contracted sharply. After the giant Flame palm disappeared, a radiant figure materialized before the crowd.
The figure was hazy and indistinct, its body woven from starlight so brilliant it was blinding. It wore a Jade Crown and had an upright posture. Within its pupils, visions flashed—of stars falling, of a host of immortals descending to the mortal world, of the sun and moon being overturned.
’Is that...?’
Doubt rose in Ning Yu’an’s heart. This figure felt all too familiar, as if it were... Ning Jiang?
"Who are you?"
Ling Tianxu’s eyes went wide, his composure completely lost. "How could a person like you possibly exist in the Cyan Cloud Country? Senior, I ask that you give my Celestial Sword Sect some face and not interfere in this matter."
As he spoke, his very soul was trembling.
He could tell that the figure before him was not a physical body, but a projection.
This was a technique that only a Celestial Martial Realm King could possess!
A Celestial Martial Realm King was powerful enough to establish a Great Sect that could last for ten thousand years, and they possessed an incomparably noble status.
An expert of this level could annihilate an entire city with a flick of their finger.
King—the title was not for nothing. They were the kings among Martial Artists. A single one was equivalent to a Super Sect; a single one was a territory unto themselves.
Only after reaching the Celestial Martial Realm did one qualify to roam the Great Thousand Realms, becoming a king and an ancestor to enjoy endless prosperity.
In a small place like the Cyan Cloud Country, where it was hard to find even a Spirit Realm expert, a place so barren and backward, Ling Tianxu would never have imagined in his wildest dreams that a Celestial Martial Realm King could exist here.
Even if it was just a projection and not their true body, it was still an incomparably terrifying matter.
A projection of a Celestial Martial Realm King might only possess one-thousandth of their true strength, but even that one-thousandth was more than enough to kill a Spirit Realm expert with ease.
SCHLICK!
Without another word, the figure woven from starlight extended an index finger and pointed. A divine light flared, blindingly brilliant, and a colossal finger the size of a mountain appeared in the void.
That single point of a finger seemed intended to shatter all the goodness in the depths of one’s heart and cast them into Eternal Hell.
"No!"
Boundless terror rose in Ling Tianxu’s heart. As someone with an Innate Sword King Body, he had always been fearless. But in the face of a technique that could actually kill him, he couldn’t help but feel dread.
"Block it!"
Ling Tianxu roared and took out multiple Treasures in succession.
There was a shield, a suit of Armor, a jade stone, a talisman, a bracelet...
There were more than a dozen items in total, all of them Spirit Treasures, and all of them were defensive artifacts.
But before this finger, all the Spirit Treasures shattered. They were utterly useless. fгeewebnovёl.com
The finger continued onward, its momentum unstoppable, as if it were about to crush a fly as it pressed toward Ling Tianxu.
"Ancestor, save me!"
Ling Tianxu bellowed, crushing a Jade Token at the critical moment.
"Who dares harm a disciple of my Celestial Sword Sect?"
Countless people opened their eyes to a jaw-dropping scene. After the Jade Token shattered, a brilliant light flared, from which a figure emerged.
This figure was a full ten feet tall, radiant with light, like a god.
The moment he appeared, the entire space fell silent. Countless people felt an overwhelming pressure emanating from him, an authority that made them want to prostrate themselves in worship.
This was a majestic middle-aged man with broad shoulders and a narrow waist. His wide shoulders looked as if they could hold up the very heavens. He had a high, straight nose, thin lips, and a pair of eyes like two black holes, his gaze intensely focused.
Seeing the approaching finger of starlight, his expression changed slightly, becoming grave.
CLANG.
A sword was unsheathed—it was the sword from Ling Tianxu’s back, now held in the man’s hand. He slashed out with it.
SHIIIIING.
A Sword Aura shot across the sky, incomparably sharp and a thousand zhang long, looking as if it would slice the very void in two.
Before such a sword strike, the Innate Realm was laughably fragile. This attack was powerful enough to cleave the entire Crescent Lake in two.
The starry finger and the Sword Aura shattered against each other.
But anyone could see that the starry finger had the upper hand. One had used a sword with their full strength, while the other had merely used the power of a single finger.
"Who might you be? With your level of strength, do you not feel it is beneath you to attack a junior?" the majestic middle-aged man asked, his expression extremely grave.
"Have him kneel and kowtow three times, and I will not kill him."
From within the interwoven starlight, Ning Jiang slowly spoke.
"What?"
A look of utter humiliation flashed across Ling Tianxu’s face. He was the proud owner of a Sword King Body! How could he ever suffer such an insult?
"Fine. I hope you will honor your promise."
After some deliberation, the majestic middle-aged man made his decision. The opponent’s strength made him extremely wary; if a battle broke out, he was not confident he could protect Ling Tianxu.
The most pressing matter was to save his life.
"Tianxu, I know you feel unwilling, but what is a little humiliation compared to your life? You must remember the shame of this day and transform it into the motivation to improve. Endure this disgrace, strive to become stronger, and one day, you will have your revenge. As a Martial Artist, if you cannot even bear a little humiliation, your path in Martial Arts will certainly not be a long one!" the majestic middle-aged man said sternly.
"Yes, Tianxu understands."
Ling Tianxu’s eyes were filled with hatred, and he gritted his teeth. But at the moment of life and death, he could only lower his head.
THUD. THUD. THUD.
He knelt and kowtowed three times, his forehead striking the ground loudly.
’This monumental humiliation... I will repay it a hundredfold in the future,’ Ling Tianxu swore to himself, grinding his teeth.
"Now, get lost."
Ning Jiang did not go back on his promise. He gave a cold warning, "I’ll spare you for now. Remember this: from now on, no one from your Celestial Sword Sect is to set foot in the Cyan Cloud Country. Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
"Fine, fine."
The majestic middle-aged man’s gaze was icy. As a Super Sect, when had they ever been threatened like this?
He grabbed Ling Tianxu, soared into the sky, and vanished in an instant.
’A pity.’
Watching them leave, Ning Jiang sighed internally. He had wanted to kill Ling Tianxu.
But once Ling Tianxu was dead, the Celestial Sword Sect would surely retaliate with insane fury. He feared that countless experts would descend upon the Cyan Cloud Country to avenge him.
When that happened, everyone he cared about would be implicated.
’I’m afraid something has gone terribly wrong in the Myriad Stars Immortal Realm. The amount of Power I can use is minuscule. After this, I probably won’t be able to mobilize the World Power ever again.’
Ning Jiang mused. The Myriad Stars Immortal Realm was the Little World he had left behind after his fall.
After any Venerable falls, the worlds they created continue to exist. This time, he had mobilized that World Power.
Unfortunately, the amount of Power he could mobilize was pitifully small—not even one-millionth of the total.
If he had just a bit more Power, he would have killed Ling Tianxu right here, then marched on the Celestial Sword Sect and suppressed everyone. How could he have possibly let Ling Tianxu leave alive?
’Sigh, the price of communicating with the Myriad Stars Immortal Realm this time was far too great.’
Ning Jiang sighed internally as his projection gradually faded away, its power completely exhausted.
Meanwhile, Ning Yu’an cradled Ning Jiang’s body, which had been burned to charcoal, and let out a sorrowful cry.
"Little brother..."
