The Post Sky Tipping Era
Chapter 565 - 402: There is a God Here_2

Chapter 565: Chapter 402: There is a God Here_2

However, this Immortal Artifact from the Xuanxian Continent, the Eight-Angled Immortal Gold Tower, seemed to have been completely immobilized, unable to move in the slightest, and its radiance was growing increasingly dim.

It seemed as though the energy and essence within it were being plundered by this world.

"Who is the mighty expert behind this?" At that moment, from within the Eight-Angled Immortal Gold Tower, a hazy figure suddenly leapt out, questioning in a mixture of anger and fear. This figure was a long-bearded elder who appeared to be significantly aged, but it was not his physical form. Instead, it was a manifestation of Primordial Spirit Power entrusted within the Immortal Artifact, utilized for controlling it and launching a cross-world assault.

This was Elder Zi Huo of the Purple Cloud Sect from the Xuanxian Continent, a figure of extraordinary strength. Having surpassed Heavenly Tribulation, he stood a chance of achieving true Immortality within his lifetime.

Yet, his voice echoed through this crimson world, receiving no reply—only a gaze that surveyed all beings with cold indifference and chilling detachment.

Immediately, Elder Zi Huo’s senses were stirred. He turned his gaze toward the fractured sky.

He saw a vague silhouette, hovering somewhere between reality and illusion, its features impossible to discern. However, what was certain was that this being bore a vertical eye upon his forehead, emanating divine might akin to hellish judgment, resembling both god and demon. Though motionless, it was clear that were they to act, even the Eight-Angled Immortal Gold Tower—the artifact that had crossed worlds to kill—would be nothing in their grasp.

The overwhelming strength of this opponent was undeniable.

"I am an elder of the Purple Cloud Sect from the Xuanxian Continent. A cross-world conflict over a single matter is unwise. I am willing to depart from this place and release the person I captured earlier. I offer an apology to the esteemed expert. I kindly request that you grant me this chance." Elder Zi Huo, swift in thought, abandoned the notion of fighting to the death and immediately conceded.

After all, Chang Feng was already dead. To provoke such a formidable enemy further, resulting in the loss of the Immortal Artifact, would be a crime of monumental proportions.

Moreover, the opponent’s strength was unfathomable; he dared not act recklessly.

But before he could finish speaking,

within this crimson world, a beam of light suddenly emerged. This light flickered between reality and nothingness, seemingly formed from countless strands of Soul Power. It did not seek to destroy; it merely aimed to annihilate Primordial Spirits. Yet, its splendor was so dazzling that one might mistake it for a celestial moon shining upon the world. With just a brush, Elder Zi Huo’s Primordial Spirit let out a wretched scream before disappearing instantly.

"Don’t be arrogant! Let it be known that the Purple Cloud Sect also possesses Immor—"

After Elder Zi Huo’s Primordial Spirit was obliterated, a furious voice lingered in the crimson world, deafening to all who heard.

With Elder Zi Huo’s Primordial Spirit gone, no one remained to control the Eight-Angled Immortal Gold Tower. Its energy, constantly siphoned away, left the artifact to revert to its original form.

It became a small tower floating mid-air, approximately sixty centimeters tall, radiating golden light and brilliance.

But almost immediately,

this golden tower soared through the void, headed toward the Cross-Border Gate, before ultimately falling into the hand of that vague figure.

Just like that, an Immortal Artifact from the Xuanxian Continent was casually seized.

Immediately after,

a silhouette was thrown out of the golden tower, crashing to the ground with an explosive thud.

"Cultivate diligently, explore other forms of Magic Doors, and don’t expect me to handle everything. Opening the Cross-Border Gate entails risks; if you recklessly expose the coordinates and attract formidable enemies, unleashing fierce ghosts, years of effort would collapse. Moreover, I need time to advance my own cultivation as well." From the Cross-Border Gate, a familiar figure emerged—a young man with a vertical eye on his forehead and an unruffled expression.

This was Yang Jian, who had once briefly crossed paths with Li Yi in World 36.

"Everything here is already such a mess, and you talk of cultivation? Who knows if one day I might be captured for research. You need to strike fear into our enemies—don’t let them behave so unrestrained. In my opinion, targeting that so-called Xuanxian Continent is perfect. Use them to establish authority while testing out the fruits of your cultivation." Yang Wei, dusting off his clothes, stood up and spoke.

"Makes sense."

Yang Jian’s gaze flickered subtly. He then reached out and grasped toward the void, summoning forth a Long Spear filled with flowing brilliance and surging energy. This was no longer his original spectral weapon. With the Cross-Border Gate opened, he required a new weapon to contend with unfamiliar enemies, and so, blending paranormal power with cultivation, he reforged the Long Spear.

At that moment, countless streams of Cosmic Energy were forcibly drawn from the crimson world, converging at one singular point.

In an instant, they condensed into an ultimate cutting edge.

The heavens then contracted once more.

The scarlet vertical eye rotated, seemingly layering a crimson world atop the weapon, endowing the dazzling edge with an indelible blood-red hue.

"This domain also harbors Divinity."

Accompanied by a chilling voice that echoed through the expanse, Yang Jian casually raised his hand and unleashed this heaven-splitting edge toward that distant grand world.

With this single strike, all the crimson light that had blanketed Tianchang City vanished, clearing the chaotic sky in an instant—and even the sun, once obscured, shone down upon the city once more.

Under the watchful gaze of all eyes,

this single attack instantly crossed worlds, piercing through space to arrive at the Xuanxian Continent.

As Heaven and Earth resonated.

The strong in the Xuanxian Continent were startled awake, sensing the impending annihilation. They abandoned everything in hand—racing upward in beams of light, even discarding their partners mid Dual Cultivation.

"Quickly, activate the sect-protecting Grand Array!"

"A terrifying powerhouse has launched a cross-world strike! Hurry, mobilize Immortal Artifacts to shield the disciples!"

"Madness—does the opponent intend to obliterate a corner of this world with a single blow?"

Waves of Divine Thoughts surged like torrential storms, shaking innumerable powerhouses across the Cultivation World. They responded swiftly, activating the Grand Array within an incredibly short time and urging Immortal Artifacts to display their might in an attempt to safeguard their domain. Yet, everything unfolded far too quickly.

Even though they sensed the change in the heavens and prepared defenses, the arrival of this strike revealed the catastrophic reality of their plight.

The Grand Array was torn asunder in an instant, and countless disciples maintaining it suffered devastating backlash, coughing blood and sustaining heavy injuries.

The sky and earth were cleaved apart in that moment. This strike traversed north to south, spanning across the continent, threatening to sever a corner of their world.

Molten rock erupted, the ground collapsed, and the sun and moon vanished as if consumed by the attack.

All the while,

The echoing words, "This domain also harbors Divinity," reverberated across the Xuanxian Continent, informing all that their cross-world actions had provoked an enigmatic godlike entity. This was a warning—should they remain obstinate, this being might shatter their realm and bury them all.

Upon one corner of the Xuanxian Continent,

the Purple Cloud Sect stood.

Having just lost the Immortal Artifact, Elder Zi Huo burned with fury. At this moment, he desired to wake the sect’s True Immortal, to orchestrate a cross-world retaliation and recover the Immortal Artifact. However, just as this thought crossed his mind, the skies split apart, revealing a crimson gleam blazing straight toward his location.

"Impossible!"

His pupils constricted violently, his body trembling uncontrollably, while chaos erupted throughout the sect. Even their protective Grand Array, though activated, was of no avail.

"Zi Huo, what kind of existence have you provoked with your cross-world assault?" Another elder’s desperate and furious voice demanded answers.

But Elder Zi Huo’s lips quivered, leaving him speechless.

Faced with such calamity, what use were words?