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Chapter 1473 - 908: Surround and Kill the Phantom Immortal Emperor (Part 1)

Chapter 1473: Chapter 908: Surround and Kill the Phantom Immortal Emperor (Part 1)

The false medicine seller, the chicken farmer, and the butcher formed the lead trio. After all, not long ago, the three had been lamenting about how they were about to be "swept aside" by the newcomers on the beach, only to find that four Immortal Emperor-level enemies had suddenly invaded. The True Immortals and Immortal Kings had even become the vanguard. Who could endure such a situation?

Countless eras spent, all for the sake of becoming pawns?!

Aside from these three, there were numerous old Burial Kings present. After all, migrating an entire clan to the village had brought no small number of them.

King Huo Heng Burial, King Heaven Horn Burial, and King Killing Heaven Burial, among others—all of ancient lineage. Listening to Shi Hao’s words, their breaths became shorter and shorter.

Four Immortal Emperor-level existences—they truly couldn’t imagine it.

In the long-distant eras, they had already been among the strongest of the Supreme Giants within the Immortal Domain.

Blessed with exceptional talent and unwavering will, each of them was a peerless existence, one in ten thousand.

Through their entire lives, exhausting every ounce of their blood and sweat, their pursuit had been merely to glimpse the grandeur and brilliance of an emperor’s throne. The time they spent dormant seemed to them no more than closing their eyes for a moment’s rest.

Yet upon re-entering the world, lifting their heads in hope, thinking their majestic presence would shake the heavens and make all bow before them—that this era was still their domain—they found that the world had already changed beyond recognition.

Kings... quietly, unknowingly, hardly even mattered anymore...

A single Era would rarely see the fall of a King. Even during the Ancient Immortal Era, when relations between the Immortal Domain and the Alien Territory were so strained, the casualties at most amounted to only a few fallen Kings, even with the combined forces of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths alongside the Alien Territory.

Nowadays, the death of Kings was no longer consequential.

Not long ago, blood had been shed even in the Imperial City, and now, out of nowhere, four of them had suddenly emerged...

The Immortal Domain, long believed to be the master of the Great Thousand World, might very well be, in the eyes of certain existences, no different from the Lower Realm it once dismissed as barren and impoverished.

Above the Immortal Domain, there were even more vast and boundless worlds, and they themselves were no more than ants.

In the face of such gigantic disparity and immense shock, even the Supreme Giants struggled to remain composed.

At the same time, the Kings in the village were deeply shaken.

The former Sovereign of the Heavenly Court, now a Quasi-Immortal Emperor whom they could only look up to, still found the situation daunting. How extraordinary must the techniques of the Adult be, that he could predict this catastrophe thousands of years in advance?

The more they thought, the more astonished they became. Such a heaven-defying method was simply inconceivable.

...

"The moment of ascending to Emperorhood is now or never." The false medicine seller steadied his mind, took a deep breath, his gaze flashing with an air of dominance.

He had already manifested the brilliance of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, standing ahead of the other Immortal Kings, just a step away from truly breaking through to the Quasi-Immortal Emperor Realm.

In the unseen currents of the cosmos, the false medicine seller gained sudden enlightenment, realizing that today was the true moment for him to take this step. This intuition was no ordinary perception—it was an enlightenment bestowed by the Heavenly Road.

"Allow us to offer our congratulations in advance, Fellow Daoist."

The chicken farmer and the butcher paused, then exchanged glances before clasping hands in salute towards the false medicine seller. Despite their congratulations, their hearts carried a trace of bitterness.

The three were Supreme Giants from the same generation. Before entering Liu Village, while they had been adversaries, they were not exactly enemies. Now, after spending so much time together in the village, they had grown familiar with one another and could even be considered friends.

Thus, the two were genuinely pleased at the false medicine seller’s hope of breaking through, while also feeling a deep sense of envy.

As the saying goes in later ages, they didn’t want to see their brother suffer, but feared their brother driving a luxury car.

"I accept your kind words." The false medicine seller replied with a smile, resolute and forward-moving.

The opportunity to ascend to Emperorhood was right before him, but the process was destined to be brutal—any misstep could lead him to perish and vanish on the Path of Death.

However, the Adult had already laid down extensive foundations for him. A portion of his primordial spirit had been placed onto the carapace of the Old White Turtle. Even if he were to fall, he could resurrect through it. If he didn’t fight now, then when?

"Boom... boom... boom..."

In the heavens and earth, muffled, expansive drumbeats echoed.

Above Liu Village, the myriad Immortal Kings and Burial Kings withdrew their gazes from the crystalline mirrored sky, tore through the void as beams of dazzling divine light, rushing towards the depths of the universe.

This battle was far too perilous, so Jiang Hui had decreed that only those at the Immortal King level and above were qualified to join the war. Otherwise, sending more people would only be handing over heads in vain.

Their target was not the four emperors.

Against emperors, even the Supreme Giants in greater numbers would only provide a few more slaps’ worth of entertainment.

Their true target was the eerie army that accompanied the ancient ship.

An army composed entirely of True Immortal-level cultivators or higher, supported by numerous Phantom Kings commanding the fray—only Immortal Kings could contend with such forces.

Of course, not everyone was excluded outright.

A few disciples at the True Immortal Realm were permitted to participate, such as Li Zi Cheng and others. Though only at the True Immortal Realm, their strength rivaled that of Quasi-Immortal Kings, providing them with an excellent opportunity for honing their skills.

Still, the majority were Kings.

With each step, they had already traversed billions of miles.

There, awaiting them, lay the first defensive line—an ancient formation jointly set up by Immortal Domain’s numerous sects over a span of ten thousand years.

Yet, this formation was not created by the Domain’s foremost formation sect, but was a gift from the Adult, entrusted to them for implementation.

It was still vivid in their memories—the ancestor of the foremost formation sect, upon seeing the blueprint for the formation granted by the Adult, had stood dumbfounded for half a day. That expression was all too familiar to them; it resembled that of a mortal stumbling upon untold riches while walking down a road.

If it was something capable of leaving the foremost formation sect’s ancestor utterly speechless, there was no need to doubt—the Adult must have bestowed a formation of unimaginable power.