Told You I Can Turn Back Time
Chapter 542 - 413: The Fourth Immortal Artifact_2

Chapter 542: Chapter 413: The Fourth Immortal Artifact_2

"This cut, it’s either your death, or my demise!"

At that moment, a finger lightly blocked Ye Qianlang’s ’saber’.

"Actually blocking with a single finger?"

"You’re too arrogant!"

At the moment when rage filled Ye Qianlang’s heart, his opponent’s voice also reached his ears.

"Such fine heartwood should not die at this time."

"But unfortunately... the gap between us is simply too large."

"So even if I try my best to defeat you without killing you."

"It is still possible that I may fail."

"Let’s see what luck brings you."

Before Ye Qianlang could fully comprehend the meaning behind the other’s words, he felt his fingers, arms, shoulders all shatter in rapid succession.

The once heaven-splitting, earth-shattering saber intent within him also collapsed in that instant.

He stared blankly as the scene unfolded, completely at a loss as to why their collision resulted in his absolute defeat.

On the ground below, numerous powerful figures watched as Ye Qianlang rocketed skyward like a shooting star, only to crash down to the earth with a thunderous impact.

Sensing this scene, Wang Dong once again bowed his head deeply, the power that was about to erupt also retreated back into dormancy, and the rage and unwillingness in his heart dissipated like smoke and clouds with Ye Qianlang’s fall.

Recalling the words of that supreme expert in the sky, he knelt motionless on the ground with due respect.

On the other side, Fan Mingxiu lay prone from start to finish, sensing Ye Qianlang’s rise and fall, and silently thought, "Fool."

"When facing the widespread attacks of a peerless expert, indeed the first thing to do is to flee, but that’s when the strong one has not spoken."

"Since the other has already said kneeling ensures survival, then kneeling obediently is the choice with the highest chance of living."

"Besides..."

Fan Mingxiu slightly turned his head, looking at that figure in the sky, "It’s that one speaking, after all."

The sword scars that enveloped the city tightened and extended all the way to the outside of the Presidential Residence before stopping.

And at this moment, inside the Presidential Residence, was filled with people all kneeling on the ground.

Everyone in the city who was still alive had gathered here; even the weakest among them was a standout in the first generation of successors.

Each one of them had no fewer than ten lives on their hands and had committed countless evil deeds in the past.

Murder, robbery, rape, kidnapping, torture... for them, such acts were all too common; any one of them placed in the real world six years ago would likely have been sentenced to death.

After all, the good people within the city had long since died off, and the weak had fled or perished shortly after the fierce battles began.

In these chaotic times, under the constant infiltration of wicked energy, those who could appear in this Presidential Residence were now nothing but utter beasts.

Looking at the thousands of scoundrels packed together, Lin Xing understood that any one of these people still alive in this world would only create slaughter, crime, and chaos.

Yet the potential for them to become heartwood—in terms of both quality and quantity—far surpassed Lin Xing’s previous estimates.

"Scoundrels, do you believe in fate?"

As Lin Xing descended step by step from the heavens, his thoughts swept forth, striking at the sea of consciousness of everyone present.

"Time after time of slaughter and indulgence, you have become nothing but a group of vile beasts that know only how to release your desires."

Lin Xing slowly descended into the center of the crowd, facing the glare of each evildoer, and spoke slowly, "But even beasts can have their own saviors."

Rivers of blood that resembled the Milky Way streamed from Lin Xing’s fingertips, from his mouth, from his eyes, from the center of his chest, scattering into a crimson galaxy among the crowd.

"To push you all before me, so that your vile souls may open the gates to a new world for me..."

"Is the future of this world."

Streams of crimson galaxy passed through the bodies of everyone present, like a river flowing between them, reflecting a red starry sky within its waters.

As the red galaxy flowed, everyone felt as if the world was moving backwards.

From the slaughter before their eyes, to the past struggles within the prefecture city, and even to life before the great changes in heaven and earth...

No, it was not the world moving backward, but their memories were disappearing! Their souls were incessantly returning to what they once were!

At the same time, the ribs enveloping Lin Xing’s heart and the shortsword on it trembled slightly, with dense runes faintly emerging.

White Bone God Slaying Saber (Refinement 0.1%)

...

While Lin Xing was dealing with the chaos in East Sea Prefecture City and creating the nascent form of the fourth Immortal Artifact.

Chaos erupted throughout the various regions south of the Central Plains with the death of the president.

The battles and situations were even more chaotic and unbearable without the intervention of supreme experts like Lin Xing to suppress them.

Meanwhile, Xia Country in the current world was dragged into the turmoil due to the Spirit Cave that connected the two realms, encountering a large number of refugees and powerful beings attempting to carve out a domain in the chaos.

Amidst the chaos, a mountain range in the southern Mirror World still maintained order.

When the Master of Taihe Sect arrived there, the sight of orderly villages and towns made it seem as though the outside chaos was irrelevant to them.

Not far from the mountain gate, refugees knelt on the ground, waiting to be selected by the administrators.

Only healthy-bodied and young refugees were qualified to sell themselves into servitude to the Ming Mountain Sect.

The Master of Taihe Sect sighed lightly, "Not only is your sect well-managed, but it also takes in these refugees every year, truly exhibiting compassion."

In his perception, the level of malevolent energy within the Ming Mountain Sect was much lower than the outside world, especially lower than the regions of the Central Plains.

It could not help but make him feel that coming here was the right decision. If he spent his time at the Ming Mountain Sect before his ascension, the influence of the malevolent energy on him would be greatly reduced, and his chances of successfully ascending would vastly increase.

The elder next to him smiled slightly and said, "It’s all the juniors acting on their own accord, unable to bear seeing those refugees die at the foot of the mountain."

"The Sect Leader spends his days operating Kunlun, spreading the Spiritual Energy from the upper realms, his mind concerned with the provinces of the world, not these trivial matters."

Looking at the Ming Mountain Sect Elder, who appeared pleased, the Master of Taihe Sect did not speak but thought to himself, "After the change in its inheritance, the Ming Mountain Sect’s combat power has likely become the best in the world."

"Furthermore, with the responsibility of operating Kunlun, the Ming Mountain Sect will be the safest place in the world. Just this alone could probably win over most of the strong beings in this world."

Just as he and the Ming Mountain Sect Elder were slowly walking toward the sect’s palace, a group of people rushed toward them in a hurry.

The Ming Mountain Sect Elder stopped the group to ask what had happened.

They sighed and replied, "Elder, didn’t the Sect Leader previously deduce the location of the Great Zhou dragon vein and sent us to claim it to assist Kunlun in connecting the two realms?"

"Who would have expected that the Great Zhou dragon vein had already been taken by someone else."