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第四千一百二十一章 一团乱麻

Nine Palaces in a Moment!

Even though their words did not align, she could not afford to be careless against a True Immortal. Her first move was lethal.

"Fall!"

With a soft exclamation, Nine Palaces in a Moment sword moved with sweeping and penetrating strokes. The sharp blade turned into streaks of black silk, flashing like stars falling from the sky, viciously slashing towards her target.

The young True Immortal's pupils constricted. How fast! And this move...

Amidst his surprise, a look of gravity replaced it on his face.

This woman before him was far beyond that fool.

At this moment, a spatial ripple erupted behind him, and the sound of tearing filled his ears. There were no signs; a large hole, a hundred feet in diameter, opened up in the void.

A monstrous insect, resembling an earthworm, burst out from within.

Its body was enormous, comparable to that of a true dragon, with nine heads, fierce and terrifying. Dark magical energy poured out from its body as it unleashed various colored lightning beams at the True Immortal, quickly overwhelming everything else.

"What is this..."

The young True Immortal's expression changed dramatically. He had heard about the Nine-Headed Worm's reputation; it was one of the few ancient creatures that could match a true dragon in strength and was beyond what ordinary True Immortals could resist.

How could such a woman subdue it?

Fear dominated his face, but it was too late to regret now.

With a "pfft," sound, the palm of power had been pierced by Nine Palaces in a Moment sword... no, not pierced; more accurately, it was riddled with holes.

It soon dissipated into nothingness.

The remaining blade continued its vicious attack without pause.

Left with wolves at the gate and tigers behind, the young True Immortal found himself in dire straits. He had no time to summon his treasures as blood sprayed from the sharp sword's strikes; a True Immortal was already decapitated.

"No... impossible!"

Despite this, he did not fall. Despair and terror filled his face: "I am a figure of the Celestial Realm; how could I be defeated by an entity from the lower realms?"

"Hmph, what does it matter to be a Celestial? Is possessing such power inherently impressive?"

The Heavenly Witch Immortal stood there, her beautiful face showing pity. "Pride and arrogance are nothing more than frogs at the bottom of a well..."

Unfortunately, not all in the Celestial Realm were as foolish.

Sighing, she radiated with divine light, transforming into a streak of lightning that flew away towards the distance, disappearing on the horizon.

Similar scenes unfolded across this mysterious realm. Strong figures from the Celestial Realm, accompanied by their disciples and servants, clashed with powerful beings from the Three Thousand Worlds. Many had long-standing grudges; even if most did not know ancient secrets, could they unite against a common enemy?

The answer was no.

Among cultivators, there were always selfish individuals. Even top-tier experts often had short-sighted views.

Getting them to cooperate would be as futile as talking to the deaf. Each had their own calculations, making the situation more complex than ever.

...

Here was a valley filled with birdsong and blooming flowers, a picturesque scene.

However, in the sky above, two groups of cultivators stood facing each other.

On one side were ten people, half male and half female, dressed differently from those in the Three Realms. They clearly came from another world.

The other group had an even more peculiar appearance; their bodies exuded a putrid stench, yet they were living beings.

If Naelong True Man was here, he would instantly recognize them as powerful figures from the Heavenly Corpse Realm.

Having reached late-stage Tribulation Transcendence, they had transformed into living corpses. The others belonged to the Uhe World, where their enmity often erupted in battles that could be described as mortal enemies.

They met on this narrow path; there was no chance of a peaceful resolution.

Without any pleasantries, after a brief standoff, they adjusted their formations and began fighting. Talismans flashed, and putrid energy surged.

...

Unknown distance away by a small stream.

A battle had just ended. A man in splendid attire lay dead, while the victor was a child-like figure.

...

Beside a towering mountain.

Rumbling sounds echoed, indicating another titanic clash.

Five differently dressed cultivators surrounded one person, fighting off their enemies together.

More is better!

And these five were no weaklings; each had reached late-stage Tribulation Transcendence. Two even wielded domains, clearly top-tier figures from a certain realm. Yet they looked utterly desperate.

They were not just fighting as a team; it was more like they were holding on by a thread.

Despite their best efforts, the enemy did not even use their treasures, making them feel like cats playing with mice. This True Immortal's strength far surpassed that of those killed by the Heavenly Witch Immortal.

"Foolish creatures, why don't you surrender? You could avoid much suffering. Do you think your puny abilities can match us Celestials?" The True Immortal had a peculiar appearance; he was beautiful and ugly at the same time, in his forties, dressed in fine clothes, with a sneer on his face.

Surrender?

Such foolishness would not be considered by these five. They knew their weakness but kept looking for gaps to escape...

...

Here was a waterfall, its waters stained red.

Beside it lay a tall man, his body covered in countless wounds, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Dead eyes stared blankly.

Beside him stood a beautiful woman, her appearance delicate and refined. She was less than three feet tall but exuded an aura of immense power.

One cannot judge a book by its cover; the sea is not measured with a dipper. Who would have thought that this giant man could be defeated in one move by such a beautiful girl?

...

Such scenes continued, light arcs appearing as Celestial paths revealed themselves. This time, it involved more than just two realms; countless experts from the Three Thousand Worlds had arrived.

Betrayal and suspicion reigned, each with their own calculations. Ancient secrets were entangled within this chaos.

In an instant, countless battles erupted, no one knowing what the outcome would be.

PS: Thank you for your support, fellow cultivators. Huan Yu received many words of comfort and encouragement. I will be strong, and please continue to support me during these difficult times. (To be continued...)

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