Chapter 310: A Heavenly Immortal Descends!
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh!”
“Boom! Boom!”
In just the time it took an incense stick to burn, a terrifying pressure descended from all around the Chaotian Realm.
Countless True Immortals swarmed over like a plague of locusts.
Every face was plastered with endless joy and killing intent!
These years, they had been stationed in the Chaotian Realm by order, and it had been unbearable.
The Heavenly Dao slumbered, the low-level cultivators had all perished, let alone Immortals like them.
Every single one of them was no more than a single step away from falling out of their Immortal Position.
Now, seeing Lu Qingyang reveal himself of his own accord, how could they not be overjoyed?
At the same time, outside the cave residence where Lu Qingyang was.
He raised his head to the sky, standing unshakably, his blue robes billowing in the wind.
“Everything should end now.”
He spoke softly, his black hair dancing wildly.
He watched as a teleportation formation abruptly condensed above the canopy of heaven.
An unparalleled aura poured forth from the formation.
Like Mount Tai pressing down, suffocating.
The surrounding space began to warp, clouds churning in the sky.
Like a fierce beast roaring, radiant light flowed in dazzling colors, as if cheering for the fierce battle about to descend.
“BOOM!”
A dull sound shook the entire sky.
Like thunder exploding in his ears.
A massive aura carrying berserk power spread out from the formation.
The earth trembled, as if all things sensed this aura and retreated one after another.
Lu Qingyang stood outside his cave residence, his expression calm, his gaze like a torch.
The roaring in his ears seemed to have nothing to do with him. Only that clarity and resolve kept the waves in his heart still.
His figure swayed in the wind, blue robes billowing.
As if within this majestic pressure, he was the sole sovereign, standing stubbornly.
Yet deep within his heart, a fighting spirit buried for so long quietly awakened at this moment.
All these years of endurance and suffering.
Seemed to transform into a surging heat at this moment.
Boiling within his blood.
He raised his head, gazing at the sky shrouded in dark clouds.
The heroic spirit in his chest surged like the roaring waters of a great river.
As if echoing the conflict about to arrive.
His voice was gentle yet resolute, like a clear breeze brushing over still water.
As his words fell, the surrounding space seemed to tremble.
What followed was the gradually brightening light of that teleportation formation.
Interwoven with ancient power, flickering at times, condensing at others, resplendent like stars.
At this moment, Lu Qingyang’s heartbeat grew steadier, his thoughts clear as a mirror.
He was not crushed by the pressure before him. Instead, in this baptism of violent wind and rain, he appeared all the more composed.
He knew clearly what he had to face was not only the fury of Wan Tianchou and the Myriad Spirit Sect.
But also those grudges and fates buried for so long in the torrent of time.
As the formation’s light grew ever more dazzling, Lu Qingyang’s gaze grew ever more resolute.
He knew he had no path of retreat, only to welcome this fated confrontation.
At this moment, above the canopy of heaven, the teleportation formation abruptly condensed, as if silently summoning a conflict that would change destiny.
Lu Qingyang knew — Wan Tianchou had come!
“Lu Qingyang!”
“You killed my beloved disciple, you humiliated my Immortal Might!”
“I will make you die a most miserable death!”
Wan Tianchou’s voice echoed across the firmament.
Before the voice arrived, the overwhelming killing intent struck first.
The void shattered inch by inch.
He trod upon clouds and mist, his body wrapped in the Firmament Divine Chain as he stepped out from the teleportation formation.
Endless Heavenly Immortal pressure erupted from within him.
His eyes were like stars, cold and unmatched, overlooking Lu Qingyang with killing intent.
Even though the Dao Path of the Chaotian Realm was now severed, it had not affected Wan Tianchou in the slightest!
And at this moment, those True Immortals stationed in the Chaotian Realm also appeared one after another, suspended in midair.
The heavens were filled with divinities, surrounding Qingyang like superiors.
They stood high above, looking down upon the insignificant Lu Qingyang below.
Pairs of icy cold eyes, brimming with killing intent.
“Criminal Immortal Lu Qingyang, give up your life!”
Wan Tianchou spoke again, and the gathered True Immortals roared in fury.
“Give up your life!”
“Give up your life!”
…
In an instant, streaks of killing intent locked onto Lu Qingyang.
In that instant, he became the focus of the entire stage.
“Hahahaha…”
Lu Qingyang laughed, the corner of his mouth lifting into a mocking arc.
Then, he turned and walked toward his cave residence.
“BOOM!”
His footstep landed on the ground, immediately producing a dull rumble.
Next, thick cracks spread outward from him in all directions.
Soon, that land was split with dense and hideous fissures.
A terrifying aura vast as the sea burst forth from beneath his feet.
“Hm?”
“This is… his method?”
Watching this, Wan Tianchou was naturally no fool.
Nor was he willing to give Lu Qingyang the chance to employ his methods.
Kill him first, then use his corpse to accompany the wine!
Once his figure fully descended from the teleportation formation, he immediately bellowed: “KILL!”
“KILL!”
“KILL!”
In that instant, the immortals and gods of the heavens roared in unison, deafening.
“Buzz buzz!”
In an instant, all manner of Immortal Arts soared into the sky.
Five colors and six hues, dazzling and resplendent, blanketing the heavens as they crushed down upon Lu Qingyang.
It was an extremely spectacular sight.
The countless billions of miles of firmament were dyed with magnificent rosy clouds, so dazzling they illuminated the entire sky.
Those attacks blanketed the heavens, containing destructive power, as if capable of destroying everything.
All kinds of Immortal Artifacts and divine weapons also bloomed with resplendent radiance.
They tore through the sky, shattered the void, carrying infinite power as they crushed toward Lu Qingyang.
“KILL!”
Seeing this horrifying attack, Lu Qingyang’s expression remained calm. He merely spat out one word.
“Rise!”
“Bang bang bang!”
In an instant, the earth beneath his feet suddenly exploded, kicking up a sky-filling cloud of dust.
Next, colossal Puppet Armor, over a thousand zhang and even ten thousand meters in size, crawled out from underground.
Every giant puppet’s strength reached the Eleventh Order, even the Twelfth Order!
Every single Puppet Armor could match a Nine-Turn True Immortal!
Their bodies were covered in profound Runes.
Like moving fortresses, they spanned the heavens, blocking the sky-filling Immortal Arts and divine abilities.
“BOOM!”
Earth-shaking explosions rang out continuously, sweeping across the Eight Wastes.
Countless dazzling radiances flashed across the firmament, drowning out everything.
This was the aura of destruction.
The entire valley was instantly engulfed, reduced to ashes, not a blade of grass remaining.
The sky in that region was punched through.
Thread after thread of dead silence energy descended, annihilating the entire valley.
“So these playthings are your trump card?”
“Hmph! This seat would like to see how long you can hold out!”
Wan Tianchou’s voice carried mockery, mixed with overwhelming killing intent.
Clearly, he did not take these Puppet Armor seriously.
Even though he was surprised that Lu Qingyang could refine such terrifying puppets.
But so what?
He was a true Heavenly Immortal!
However, Wan Tianchou’s confidence did not last long.
When a massive Puppet Armor bearing Eighteen-Winged on its back, its body nearly reaching the heavens, appeared, he finally sensed a trace of danger.
This puppet was dark gold throughout, without any seams, but emanating a thick aura of death.
Moreover, its aura was far more powerful than ordinary Puppet Armor.
“What is that thing?”
His pupils constricted sharply, a hint of dread in his eyes.