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Chapter 332: Did I Forget Something?
Chapter 332: Did I Forget Something?
"Heaven-Scourging Annihilation!"
Four simple words, yet their implications sent shivers down their spines. Instantly, the Minghua Heavenly Immortal in Dangmo True Man's grasp began trembling violently.
"Impossible—it should still have the Monarch!"
Minghua Heavenly Immortal tried convincing themselves. After all, the Mystic Spirit Realm still had its Supreme Sovereign—its might was something they'd witnessed firsthand, utterly unstoppable.
"No—!"
The next second, a roar of fury and despair erupted across the heavens. The source? The celestial palace mirage above—its central Lingxiao Hall throne, where a towering figure obscured its face amidst the pavilions.
The Mystic Spirit Realm's Supreme Sovereign.
Strictly speaking, within their domain, the Supreme Sovereign's power was immense. In single combat, they'd fear no True Monarch. But no one fought them one-on-one. From north, south, east, and west, True Monarchs struck simultaneously. Others watched silently, their combined might crushing like an avalanche of mountains. The Mystic Spirit Realm's Supreme Sovereign had no hope of turning the tide.
They couldn't even comprehend—
Why, when discovering this world held thirty Fruit Positions—far surpassing their realm—they hadn't fled immediately? Had they lost their senses?
Even more absurd—they hadn't fled. They'd dared retaliate, dispatching Minghua Heavenly Immortal and others, revealing their Celestial Bastion's location.
The result? The moment Minghua Heavenly Immortal's forces attacked, the waiting True Monarchs followed their trail, dragging the distant Mystic Spirit Realm into this world like a prepared feast.
"Calamity..."
Watching the scene, Dangmo True Man sighed again. "Now I understand why they ignored my actions."
He'd gone to the Ten-Thousand Corpses Pit intending to stop this. His Sword Intent could sever the Mystic Spirit Realm's connection here. But unaware—it was already the True Monarchs' chosen course.
How could a mere Foundation Building Perfection cultivator defy the will of sovereigns?
He'd achieved nothing. Worse—he'd become their tool to suppress Minghua Heavenly Immortal's forces.
"...Enough."
Dangmo True Man exhaled sharply, dispelling his thoughts. "At least I saved a few lives. Not entirely in vain."
So saying, he retrieved a storage pouch. As Lv Yang beside him glimpsed inside, his pupils constricted—a horrifying sight awaited.
Heads.
Countless heads packed together, still alive, chatting amongst themselves despite severed bodies!
The grotesque spectacle riveted Lv Yang—until Minghua Heavenly Immortal's and three Celestial Immortals' heads joined them, placed neatly on shelves.
Looking up, he met Dangmo True Man's eyes—calm, no malice.
"Forgive the fright." Dangmo True Man smiled bitterly. "They're those I've defeated—not slain. I couldn't risk releasing them."
"Better alive than dead."
Hiss!
Wrong. Something's very wrong. This Dangmo True Man radiated ninety percent benevolence—yet something was off. But what?
Lv Yang masked his thoughts, feigning reverence. "Senior's mercy honors the Sword Pavilion!"
"Flattery." Dangmo True Man shook his head, gazing skyward.
Meanwhile, the celestial palace mirage sharpened, becoming tangible. Below it, miniature Celestial Bastions—like bubbles—snapped their connections, vanishing one by one until the main palace solidified in reality!
"Boom!"
A deafening crack split the heavenly palace, shattering it into four fragments—each bearing a heavenly gate. The four crashed into Jiangnan, Jiangbei, Jiangxi, and Jiangdong regions!
"The Mystic Spirit Realm... falls." Dangmo True Man closed his eyes. "The Sovereigns' handiwork—no survivors in its Bastion now."
"Another realm lost."
"As for the fragments? The Sovereigns dined—the scraps feed us lesser folk."
Suddenly, Dangmo True Man frowned. Lv Yang's heart raced—his spiritual sense thickened, burdened by invisible pressure. No anomalies—but experience screamed:
A True Monarch watches!
Within the Ten-Thousand Spirit Banner, Yanluo Patriarch sensed it too—yet dared not appear. His eyes burned with hatred:
"It's him... Zhengde!"
The Heaven-Bearing Virtue True Monarch!
Lv Yang lowered his gaze, praying the True Monarch's attention passed him by. It did—Dangmo True Man opened his eyes.
"Bring the Shenjin."
"Of course."
Lv Yang handed it over. Dangmo True Man tapped his Unkilling Sword hilt, releasing a blade of light into the Shenjin. Instantly, the normally pristine Celestial Vanguard Terrestrial Sha revealed a blood-red speck—cleansed by the swordlight, restoring its vitality.
"Done." Dangmo True Man returned the Shenjin. "The mark's gone—no hidden dangers remain."
"Gratitude, Senior!"
Lv Yang accepted it respectfully, yet suspicion stirred: Had new marks been placed?
Hard to say!
What a hot potato this is!
Lv Yang sighed. The Shenjin was his goal, yet he couldn't confirm if unseen hands tainted it.
The Shenjin alone is manageable—but what of myself?
Do I carry the True Monarch's mark? Even a clean Shenjin would be useless to my core.
Reincarnation becomes inevitable!
Only the Underworld's cycle could purify his soul fragment—equal before all.
Suddenly, Dangmo True Man spoke:
"The Mystic Spirit Realm's palace fragment falls to Jiangnan—True Monarchs order exploration. Lv Daoist, care to join?"
Mystic Spirit Realm's fragment?
Lv Yang bowed immediately. "Gladly, Senior!"
Opportunity knocked!
Die in the Secret Realm, reincarnate, cleanse identity, join the Sword Pavilion—his plans crystallized.
Yet...
"I seem to have forgotten something."
(End of Chapter)
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