Urban Undying Lord
Chapter 648 - 648 667 Subduing

648: Chapter 667: Subduing 648: Chapter 667: Subduing He had traveled ninety thousand miles of mountains and rivers, and upon looking back, he could no longer hear the great thunderous chants—he found himself in this very state.

The vast sky was immense, the Qingming Nine Heavens stretched out, and Ye Xuan’s Immortal Light rippled across.

The light was so mysterious and dazzling that, due to the difference in the level of life, Ye Xuan now perceived this world in an extremely unique way.

Half a step into being a Quasi-Saint, with an Undying True Spirit—this was Ye Xuan’s current Realm.

Each step he took crossed through the void of nothingness; his figure flickered in and out of existence as if he were about to leave the Three Realms of heaven, earth, and humanity behind.

Ye Xuan roamed between Heaven and Earth, calmly sensing his half-step Quasi-Saint Cultivation.

With a mere thought, the void shattered, mountains crumbled to dust as if they were but illusions, yet the power they contained was terrifying to such an extent that even Ye Xuan felt tumultuous waves in his spirit.

“Half-step Quasi-Saint is already this dreadful.

If I were to truly step into the Quasi-Saint level, who would be my adversary should no Saint appear?” Ye Xuan muttered excitedly, a sharp gleam flashing across his eyes.

“Surrender, and I will spare your life.”

Suddenly, from ten thousand miles away, a roar of anger could be heard, and two streaks of light could be seen chasing after each other continuously, interspersed with the clang of weapons colliding.

Clearly, there were two Immortals engaged in a fierce battle.

“Hmm?”

Battles between Immortals were quite common in the Three Realms, and Ye Xuan typically would not concern himself with such mundane matters.

However, as his Dharma Eyes opened and closed, he caught sight of a familiar figure.

“Interesting,” Ye Xuan smiled slyly, taking a step that made him vanish from sight, heading towards the location of the two combatants.

In the vast Cloud expanse, the void roared thunderously.

Two silhouettes chased each other; the Fire-tipped Spear clashed violently with the golden Divine Blade, and with a resounding boom that seemed to support the sky, the two figures separated, one of them spilling fresh blood that fell through the long sky.

“Nezha, you have committed the horrendous crime of patricide and have failed your duty as a disciple of the Chan Sect.

Today, I, as a Divine General of the sect, shall slay you right here to preserve our sect’s honor.”

Clad in Golden Armor and holding a blade in hand, the Divine General radiated an extreme Luotian Golden Light.

In contrast, Nezha was covered in blood, his body riddled with blade wounds; it was clear that in the heat of battle with this Divine General, he had sustained unimaginable injuries.

“Did my Master send you to kill me?” Nezha growled fiercely, his eyes quivering intensely, questioning the Golden Armored Divine General with a roar.

“Nezha, regardless of everything, you are the third-generation disciple of our Chan Sect.

Taiyi True Lord, taking into account the past mentor-disciple relationship, only wishes for you to disarm and die here, so you may be sent into reincarnation.

This, too, could be considered a twist of fate for you,” the Golden Armored Divine General said righteously.

“Bullshit, do you think I am a three-year-old child?” Nezha roared in anger, yet a look of despair filled his eyes, tinged with an indescribable bitterness of hatred.

When Nezha left the Heavenly Court, he bore the stigma of having slain Li Jing, and when he encountered Taiyi True Lord, he saw his own Master speaking fiercely, even attempting to execute him personally.

Had Nezha not risked his life to flee, he would probably have been slain by Taiyi True Lord’s own hand.

The Chan Sect lineage, being the orthodox Taoist tradition, could never tolerate a patricide like Nezha.

When he finally understood this, it was already too late, for the Chan Sect had declared to the outside world that Nezha was no longer their disciple and had issued a death warrant to exterminate this unfilial son.

With no place to hide in the vastness of Heaven and Earth, Nezha had been a fugitive for many years, often awakened from Meditation by nightmares.

He had once journeyed to the Thirty-Third Heaven, even kneeling in front of the Nuwa Palace, pleading with Nuwa to administer justice on his behalf.

Alas, his past life as a child of Spiritual Pearl and an attendant to Nuwa notwithstanding, in this life he was a disciple of the Chan Sect, and naturally, Nuwa would not issue commands against the Chan Sect for his sake.

In the end, Nezha left in low spirits, forced to hide and seek refuge across the Three Realms.

With Chan Sect disciples spread across the world, it was only a matter of time before he was discovered, leading to the scene of battle with the Golden Armored Divine General.

“Die!”

With a fierce Divine Blade and dazzling Immortal Light, the Golden Armored Divine General sneered ferociously.

Despite being known as a protector of the Chan Sect and not widely renowned in the Three Realms, his Cultivation was at the pinnacle of a Luotian Golden Immortal.

Even though Nezha was of the same Realm, having already sustained grave injuries made the fight uneven, and he stood little chance against the Divine General.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed across the sky as Nezha grunted, a macabre narrow wound splitting his chest open, gushing out a great volume of fresh blood, eliciting a ghastly howl.

Despair and unwillingness filled his eyes.

“You’re going to die.”

The golden-armored divine general swung his blade, his face merciless to the extreme, as if he had already seen Nezha dying under his sword.

Buzz!

Suddenly, something extremely strange and astonishing happened—the area around them seemed to freeze in place, and the golden-armored divine general’s body became rigid in an instant, even his cruel smile twisting into a bizarre expression.

Crack!

Shattering like porcelain, cracking like a spider web, the golden-armored divine general’s body disintegrated piece by piece, a gentle breeze blowing him into a wisp of ashes that dispersed between heaven and earth.

Such a bizarre scene left Nezha frozen on the spot, it took him more than a dozen breaths to recover his senses.

“Who?”

“May I know which powerful figure has intervened to save me?

Nezha offers his regards once again.”

Nezha quickly regained his composure, knowing surely a great wielder of divine skills must have passed by, and it had to be a Daluo Golden Immortal; otherwise, it would be impossible to annihilate the golden-armored divine general so silently and terrifyingly.

“Heh!”

A soft chuckle came from the void, and Ye Xuan quietly appeared before Nezha, his gaze upon Nezha carrying a trace of profundity.

“Ye Xuan?”

Nezha gasped in a low growl, retreating several steps, the Fire-tipped Spear in his hands guarding his body, his eyes showing terror at the sight of Ye Xuan.

Nezha could have never anticipated that Ye Xuan would appear before him, and even more inconceivable was that Ye Xuan had saved his life.

“It has been years, and it seems you haven’t been doing well,” Ye Xuan said calmly.

“What do you want with me?” Nezha’s face flushed as he yelled at Ye Xuan.

However, his eyes flickered with complexity.

“No need to be so tense.

If I wanted to kill you, do you think you would still be unharmed now?” Ye Xuan said with a smile.

“Ye Xuan, my fate today is all thanks to you.

If you want to kill me, then kill me.

There is no need to mock me here,” Nezha set down his Fire-tipped Spear, knowing he stood no chance against Ye Xuan.

“I’ll give you a chance.

If you follow me loyally, I can ensure your safety in the Three Realms.

You won’t have to hide like a dog that has lost its home anymore.”

As Ye Xuan’s words fell, Nezha’s expression stunned.

He took a long while to gather his thoughts.

“Why…

why would you want to help me?”

Nezha voiced his surprise.

In terms of cultivation, he was just a Luotian Golden Immortal.

Ye Xuan had who knows how many Daluo under his command—Nezha was but an ant in his eyes, someone he could easily crush.

Nezha truly could not understand why Ye Xuan would want to recruit him.