Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 542 - 542 561 Ye Xuan's True Trump Card

542: Chapter 561: Ye Xuan’s True Trump Card 542: Chapter 561: Ye Xuan’s True Trump Card “Die!”

Nezha’s enraged roar tore through the air as the Fire-tipped Spear glowed brilliantly, a strand of Heavenly Fire burning at the tip, embodying Nezha’s rage filled with utter hatred.

With a thrust, the spear pierced through Li Jing’s forehead, nailing him alive to the South Heavenly Gate.

Bang!

Flesh exploded, the Primordial Spirit extinguished—Li Jing did not even leave his Primordial Spirit behind as he met his tragic death under Nezha’s spear.

Nezha stood, dumbstruck, watching Li Jing die by his hand, tears uncontrollably streaming from his eyes.

When one’s heart dies, that is the truest of tragedies.

At this moment, this was Nezha’s state of being; he had personally ended Li Jing’s life.

Regardless of whether Li Jing had intended to kill him, the sin of patricide had been firmly attached to him.

Even if he managed to leave the Heavenly Court alive today, the Chan Sect would never accept him.

“Emperor’s word is bond.

Since Li Jing is dead, I shall grant you a way out.

Leave this place,” Ye Xuan spoke calmly, turning to walk towards the Dou Niu Palace, prompting the Group of Immortals from the Heavenly Court to follow hastily.

“Ye Xuan, I, Nezha, swear not to rest until I kill you.”

Watching Ye Xuan’s retreating figure, Nezha’s tear-filled eyes screamed in a hoarse cry of desperation.

Powerless, he knelt before the South Heavenly Gate, his eyes already red as blood, and a faint trace of Demon Light rippled around him, indicating the onset of demonic transformation.

…

Within the Dou Niu Palace of the Thirty-Three Layered Heaven.

Ye Xuan sat cross-legged; Shen Gongbao stood by his side, his gaze toward Ye Xuan tinged with perplexity.

“Do you wish to ask why I spared Nezha’s life; would it not have been better to completely eradicate him and his father?” Ye Xuan said evenly.

“This servant would not dare, surely the Heavenly Emperor has his thoughts and resolutions; this servant dares not speculate wildly,” Shen Gongbao bowed respectfully as he spoke.

Ye Xuan rose from the void, his hands clasped behind him as he gazed at the Taihao Stars, his eyes flickering with a hint of age-old wisdom.

His voice grew somewhat hoarse, “Although Nezha is a third-generation disciple of the Chan Sect, his previous incarnation was that of the Spiritual Pearl Child, and he was also a child under Great Immortal Nuwa, with a great connection to Saint Nuwa.

If I were to truly kill him, that would undoubtedly incur Nuwa’s displeasure towards me.”

As Ye Xuan spoke, he turned his head towards Shen Gongbao, a faint smile on his lips, and continued, “Moreover, with Nezha having committed patricide, the Chan Sect will certainly cast him out.

He will have no place in the Three Realms, leaving only Nuwa Palace as his last refuge.

I am curious to see if Nuwa will accept such a parricide.”

Upon hearing Ye Xuan’s words, Shen Gongbao’s expression shifted subtly, a flicker of horror crossing his eyes.

He hadn’t anticipated the depth of Ye Xuan’s schemes—were they truly plotting against Nuwa?

What exactly was Ye Xuan planning?

Of course, Shen Gongbao knew what to ask and what not to, and the ultimate objectives of Ye Xuan remained known only to him.

“Your majesty is wise.

A hundred years from now, if you wish to marry the Nine Heaven Mysterious Maiden, you would need the Four Immortal Slaying Swords.

Should a Quasi-Saint stand against you…,” Shen Gongbao began, then hesitated.

“No need to bring this up again; I have made my decision.

You may withdraw,” Ye Xuan commanded serenely.

Looking at Ye Xuan’s composed features, Shen Gongbao furrowed his brows, unsure of Ye Xuan’s hidden strength, but he bowed and took his leave.

As Shen Gongbao departed, Ye Xuan stood alone in the Dou Niu Palace, surrounded by the falling radiance of the stars, casting a mysterious and serene glow upon him, his eyes flashing with solemn resolve.

“A Quasi-Saint, huh?”

“Truly a formidable challenge.”

Ye Xuan paced the Dou Niu Palace, a mist encircling him as the space around him became chaotic.

Quasi-Saint!

The mere two words exerted an almost heaven-and-earth-like pressure on Ye Xuan.

Since he ascended to the position of Heavenly Emperor, the only Quasi-Saint he had encountered was Immortal Zhen Yuan, who presented an aura of extreme mystery that weighed heavily on his spirit.

Of course, Quasi-Saints varied in strength, and Immortal Zhen Yuan had lived through the ages since the Sky Opening epoch, ranking him certainly not among the common.

But there’s a saying that rings true, from a glimpse of the whole, one can know the leopard by its spots, every individual that steps into the realm of a Quasi-Saint is a dominator of Heaven and Earth, aren’t they?

Ye Xuan assessed his own combat power, being within the Daluo Fourth Layer Heaven, he should reach the Daluo Peak after performing the Tribulation Immortal Transformation, a figure on par with Duobao Tathagata.

However, at this level, the utility of the Reverse Immortal Array Map was increasingly weak, only able to cause some trouble to someone of Daluo Peak, but unable to inflict substantial harm.

Engaging a Quasi-Saint with the cultivation of Daluo Peak was nothing short of a dead end, without even a sliver of chance for victory.

Ye Xuan’s intuition was precise—if his cultivation could step into the Daluo Third Water Dividing Ridge and then perform the Tribulation Immortal Transformation, he could certainly contend with a Quasi-Saint, showcasing the defiance of the heavens by the Tribulation Immortal Transformation.

But having only recently stepped into the Daluo Fourth Layer Heaven, the notion of reaching the Daluo Third Water Dividing Ridge within a hundred years was purely fanciful.

Time, Ye Xuan lacked time!

In the Dou Niu Palace, Ye Xuan sat cross-legged, contemplating his own path, as the stars above showered down their light, casting him in a mysterious and profound glow.

Hum!

The void trembled, ripples spread, and the light emanated from Ye Xuan’s brow, as a three-inch small spear oscillated and emerged, until it transformed into a Big Halberd spanning three zhang above his knees.

Heavenly Punishment Halberd!

Known as the most formidable weapon of slaughter through the ages, legend had it that the Heavenly Punishment Halberd hid a colossal secret, and whoever could unravel this secret might ascend to sainthood.

Of course, this legend was considered unfounded; Ye Xuan did not believe it, for the power within the Heavenly Punishment Halberd did not belong to the Three Realms, and sainthood had no connection whatsoever with the Heavenly Punishment Halberd or the Undying Immortal Scripture.

Ye Xuan was confident that neither the Heavenly Punishment Halberd nor the Undying Immortal Scripture was from the Three Realms, both seeming like enigmatic entities from Chaos.

Since his youth, the Heavenly Punishment Halberd had acknowledged him as its master, yet he was utterly unable to harness its contained power until today, as a Daluo Golden Immortal, where he could only invoke a fraction of its power of slaughter.

Previously, the Jade Emperor had a nearly undying body tied to the fate of the Heavenly Court, but faced with the power of slaughter from the Heavenly Punishment Halberd, he also ended up being pinned by Ye Xuan on the South Heavenly Gate, which allowed him to claim the position of the Heavenly Emperor.

Ye Xuan knew his own circumstances better than anyone: his cultivation could not advance swiftly, so a hundred years later, when he was to go to Nuwa Palace, he would unquestionably face formidable enemies from all sides; only the mysterious power of the Heavenly Punishment Halberd might offer him substantial support.

With concentrated effort and a unity of man and spear, Ye Xuan’s entire being began to shine.

His radiance seemed like that of a Daluo Immortal, yet it was interwoven with a trace of the Light of Slaughter, emanating from the Heavenly Punishment Halberd, imparting a sensation as if the soul could be torn asunder.

Inhale!

Exhale!

The Light of Slaughter breathed in and out, entwined with a hint of the aura of Chaos.

Ye Xuan calmed himself, seeking oneness with the Heavenly Punishment Halberd, in an attempt to comprehend some of its secrets.

Hum!

Suddenly, the Sumeru Space automatically opened, and the Bronze Immortal Scripture flowed forth.

Those dozen or so pages of stone scripture rapidly flipped, cryptic and obscure texts wafted throughout the Bronze Immortal Scripture.