Chapter 66: A Small Sect in the Immortal Realm
“Impossible, my cultivation could not possibly have diminished—it must be you! You must be jealous and plotting against us!” the Evil God shouted.
“Plotting against you? How laughable. You’re not even worth my interference,” the person in the clouds replied disdainfully.
“When you all become my puppets, the world will fall into my hands with ease,” the man said, confidence gleaming in his eyes.
The Sovereigns continued their wailing.
The white-haired woman coughed up another mouthful of blood. Raising her head, she stared into the sky and declared, “The creation of the Ascension Platform in the Immortal Realm is not yours to defile at will!”
With those words, she reached into her pocket and produced a bottle. The bottle, seemingly carved from flawless white jade, was crystal clear, containing a single drop of blood.
Immortal… immortal blood?
“Pierce the heavens!” she cried, her voice ringing out. She smashed the bottle against the jade steps of the Ascension Platform.
The bottle shattered, blood spilling forth as the entire platform erupted in dazzling light.
The true Ascension Platform was emerging!
A thunderous rumble sounded. It was as if some colossal entity was stirring from its slumber, the ground trembling and waves of overwhelming power pressing down on all sides.
Time and space twisted and changed. Suddenly, a boundary appeared in the sky, dividing the mortal world from the Immortal Realm!
A faint figure began to walk across the chasm from the other side.
“Who dares disturb the Ascension Platform and disrupt order?” An imperious and icy voice resounded.
Everyone on the platform was instantly stirred; perhaps there was still hope!
“Is it an immortal?”
“That must be the voice of an immortal!”
“We’re saved! There’s no way the immortals would let such a fiend run rampant!”
All the Sovereigns called out for help in unison.
The figure at the far end of the chasm swept a sharp gaze over the crowd, and then his eyes landed on the man seated upon the clouds.
Even the apparition was visibly shocked.
“This fiend is running wild atop the Ascension Platform, seeking to destroy us all! We beg the Immortal Realm to uphold justice!” The white-haired woman projected her voice upward. Though her cultivation was steadily waning, she still managed to make herself heard.
From beyond the boundary, the gaze now rested upon the man on the clouds. After a long pause, he finally spoke.
“Who are you, to dare tamper with the Ascension Platform?”
“Do you intend to defy the entire Immortal Realm?”
The man in the clouds regarded him with utter disdain, even more so at the question.
“Defy the entire Immortal Realm? Tsk, how amusing. You’re just the master of some obscure sect, barely worth mentioning, and yet you invoke the name of the Immortal Realm?” The man’s mocking words thundered through the air.
“This Ascension Platform is merely used to select disciples. Do you really think you’re that important?”
The figure was instantly incensed. To hear such words was infuriating beyond measure.
“I’d like to see just who you are, to dare such insolence!” With that, the figure flickered, stepping from the far end of the chasm into the Martial Heaven Realm.
Now, before the crowd, the figure resolved into a middle-aged man wearing flowing blue robes. He glared at the man seated calmly on the clouds, rage burning in his eyes.
“Prepare to die!” he bellowed.
As his words fell, the blue-robed man raised his hand, and the world itself seemed to gather into his palm. With a single strike, he lashed out at the man on the clouds.
Heaven and earth changed color.
Spiritual energy flooded the sky, and everyone fell to their knees, trembling, not daring to make a sound.
The man atop the clouds, seeing the attack, did not so much as flinch.
“Just a lowly immortal, and a mere projection at that, yet you dare act so arrogantly before me? How ignorant.”
He lifted his hand with the faintest motion.
The oncoming storm, the palm print, the oppressive force—all vanished without a trace.
“What!” The blue-robed man’s expression changed. “You… you’re a true immortal?”
As if suddenly realizing something, he wasted no time in trying to escape, but the man on the clouds would not allow it.
He had barely taken a step when his body crumbled as if collapsing, dissolving into wisps of smoke and disappearing.
A figure in the distance shuddered violently, spitting blood.
“How brazen. Did you really think my sect was powerless?” he sneered. “Someone, summon the sect master!”
He vanished, the area falling silent. Moments later, another figure flickered beyond the boundary, this one exuding an even grander presence—it was not the same as before.
His gaze fixed past the border. “I do not know who you are, sir, but why do you disturb our sect’s Ascension Platform?”
The man on the clouds seemed deaf to the anger in the voice, coldly laughing.
“You’re not even qualified to speak to me—just a mere avatar? I have one word for you: begone!”
He spat the rebuke with utter disdain.
On the far side of the boundary, silence descended.
The reason was simple: though they were true immortals, they could not cross the border. To do so would exact an unbearable price.
And even if they projected themselves across, they could not compare to the man seated atop the clouds.
“Sect Master, perhaps we should just let this go. It’s only a minor world.”
“If we give it up, nothing much is lost. But if you cross the realms, the cost will be far too great!”
The immortal’s voice wavered from beyond the boundary.
Everyone in the Martial Heaven Realm heard these words clearly, and despair gripped their hearts. Was it truly over?
Even the immortals they had revered could do nothing now?
Were they to be reduced to mere ants, left at the mercy of others?
“I don’t want to die!”
“Why must we suffer such a fate?”
“Our Southern Barbarians may never see the light of day again!”
The Sovereigns cried out, their voices laden with grief and rage.
Was there truly no salvation?
The Evil God coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground, his cultivation falling to a new low.
The white-haired woman, deathly pale, summoned all her strength to remain upright, and after some time, she managed to turn her head to look at An Yue’er beside her.
“Senior… at such a time, will you still not intervene?” she pleaded.
Both Xieming and Hongxi also turned to gaze at An Yue’er, hope flickering in their eyes.
All had inhaled the breath of the seven-colored light, their cultivation waning, their foundations damaged. Yet An Yue’er and her companions showed not the slightest sign of discomfort.