My Dreams Connect to Ancient Times-Chapter 117 - 97: Why Don’t You Ask My Third Master?
"For all these years, how many True Immortals have damaged their Dao Foundations and shortened their lifespans to guard the Great Wall? Is it wrong to sacrifice the living beings of one city to heal our wounds? Aren’t we still doing it to protect even more people?"
"How is it not wrong?" Lu Xuan spoke coldly, relentlessly brandishing his longsword and unleashing one heaven-shaking wave of Sword Qi after another.
"I have said it. I respect that you guard the Great Wall, but that is absolutely no reason for you to slaughter innocent people!"
Amidst the crisscrossing Sword Qi, the Dying Immortal dodged desperately. The fury in his eyes intensified as he snarled back:
"Fine, fine, fine! Then why do you not meddle when other Great Grades, or even ordinary True Immortals, perform this grand sacrifice? Why single me out?"
"Because I came across it."
The Dying Immortal was enraged, so much so that he laughed. He stopped holding back completely.
"I may not know who you are, but with your pathetic control over your power, even with a Divine Weapon... so what?"
"If I weren’t unwilling to further damage my fundamental Primordial Qi, would I even need three moves to kill you?"
As he spoke, he made his decision. A vicious glint flashed in his eyes, and the radiance emanating from his body grew immense, illuminating this empty expanse of space.
Lu Xuan’s expression flickered. He understood now. This Dying Immortal probably didn’t have much time left. He hadn’t been using his full strength because he was afraid of shortening his lifespan even further.
’No wonder he seemed so weak in this fight...’
The very instant that thought surfaced in his mind, the Dying Immortal completely unleashed his power. His body swelled, growing ten thousand zhang tall in a flash!
"Fellow Daoist," he began, his voice cold. "I’ve thought it through. Killing you and using your body to mend my damaged foundation is also an option... In that case, Fellow Daoist, I must ask you to die."
As his voice fell, the Dying Immortal reached out and pointed a finger downward.
On that massive finger, intricate patterns appeared—three thousand Killing Arrays were shockingly engraved upon it.
At that moment, all three thousand Killing Arrays began to spin in unison. Under the immense pressure, Lu Xuan’s expression changed drastically.
A terrifying pressure locked onto him. The massive finger had yet to fully descend, but his physical body was already starting to tremble and crack!
’Is the gap between us really this huge?’
As he thought this, Lu Xuan raised the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword to try and block the attack, but he failed. He was blasted away, sent flying for hundreds of thousands of li, trailing a stream of Immortal Blood!
The power he had so suddenly obtained could only be wielded in the crudest way, equivalent to just a few percent of a standard Great Grade’s might at best. Facing a Dying Immortal who had survived countless life-and-death battles and fought his way step-by-step to this realm, the difference was simply far, far too great.
Just as the Dying Immortal had said, the current Lu Xuan, even with the Three-Five Evil-Slaying Sword in hand, would likely not last three moves.
"Too weak, just too weak!"
The Dying Immortal’s voice boomed:
"With only this much power, you dare to stand in my way?"
With that, he threw another punch. His entire fist glowed brilliantly, silently piercing through the void. Everywhere it passed, the emptiness collapsed, kicking up a cosmic storm!
Lu Xuan was struck again, coughing up mouthfuls of blood. His body was covered in cracks like fragile porcelain, and his Golden Long Robe was torn to shreds!
"Now you may die!" The Dying Immortal stood proudly, raising his hand again to activate the Killing Arrays and gather the vast Power of Heaven and Earth. But Lu Xuan, despite coughing up blood, straightened his back.
He chuckled softly.
"It seems I’m still a bit too weak. I haven’t worked hard enough..."
The Dying Immortal was slightly taken aback. ’Why is this guy who came from who-knows-where so calm?’
’Where is this confidence coming from?’
Fearing that any delay might lead to unforeseen complications, he didn’t dare hesitate and decisively moved in for the kill.
"Die!"
The Killing Arrays engraved on the Dying Immortal’s body were all activated at this moment. The immense killing intent was so world-shaking that both the Ancestor Star and the Moon on either side trembled slightly!
Under such pressure, Lu Xuan was completely frozen, unable to move an inch. It seemed he could only wait for death. Many of the Great Powers and titans watching from afar widened their eyes, all wondering, ’Are we going to witness the fall of a Great Grade today?’
However, the next second, Lu Xuan clenched his fist, activating the mark left inside it by his Three Masters.
His Three Masters had said that before his Cultivation was sufficient, he would need to go to the graveyard to open the [Origin]. But the current Lu Xuan, with three thousand years of Cultivation bestowed upon him, was comparable to a Great Grade in terms of realm alone, so he no longer needed to go to the graveyard.
The mark was activated. In an instant, a magnificent scroll painting unfurled, depicting the scenery of the Celestial Realms. The great thousand worlds rose and fell within it, containing all of existence and non-existence.
"What is that?!" one of the observing titans cried out in shock and confusion. Immediately after, he saw the magnificent scroll, which reflected all the worlds, suddenly expand and envelop the two fighting Great Grades!
When the scroll dissipated, the space where they had been was empty. Everything had returned to tranquility.
......
「The Origin.」
In a place of absolute nothingness, two figures suddenly tumbled out of the unknown.
The Dying Immortal looked around, bewildered, his body tensing slightly.
"Where have you brought me?!"
He observed his surroundings carefully and cautiously, discovering that this place had no up or down. The very concept of space didn’t exist here, and even the concept of Time was vague and thin!
’Just where in the world is this?’
Lu Xuan coughed up blood. Just as he was about to say something, his body underwent a sudden change.
The power of the Keeper of the Records had run out.
Before the Dying Immortal’s bewildered and uncomprehending eyes, the old man’s white hair turned black, and his stooped body straightened up once more.
In just a few moments, he transformed from a wizened figure into a handsome young man!
His aura also plummeted from the Great Grade Realm, not stopping until it reached the Jade Tower level!
"You... you... you..." The Dying Immortal was truly stunned now. Unable to comprehend what he was seeing, he subconsciously took two steps back.
But Lu Xuan just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gave an innocent smile.
Then, realization dawned on the Dying Immortal.
"That wasn’t your own power? No wonder... no wonder your control over that power was so weak, so bizarre..."
As he spoke, his gaze darkened. The might of a Great Grade surged forth, locking onto the young man.
"Tell me, where is this place, and what method did you use to ascend to the Great Grade Realm!"
Lu Xuan trembled involuntarily, his body buckling under the pressure, but his face still wore a smile.
"Why don’t you ask my Three Masters?"
"Who?"
"Him. He’s right behind you."
The Great Grade True Immortal froze for a moment. He subconsciously turned to look and saw a Lame Daoist staggering toward him.
"And who might you be?" he barked, thoroughly irritated and genuinely angered by this series of unexpected events.
Immediately, an immense immortal might arose and swept toward the Lame Daoist!
"I’m asking you a question!" the Dying Immortal said coldly, a Killing Array extending from his hand as he brutally swiped at the Lame Daoist!
Lu Xuan watched this scene, stunned. His expression turned peculiar. ’This Dying Immortal... he’s really got guts.’
’Wait!’ 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖
As if remembering something, he shouted in alarm:
"Master, spare his life! I have questions for him!"
The moment his voice fell, SMACK!
The Lame Daoist casually swatted out a hand, as if slapping a fly, and effortlessly smacked the dying Great Grade Immortal into smithereens, leaving only a wisp of a remnant soul.
The remnant soul didn’t seem to have processed what happened yet. Unaware that it had died, it looked around in a daze.
"Go on, ask your questions," the Lame Daoist said with a yawn. "Why is it just a Great Grade? I thought you, kid, would at least bring back an Immortal or something..."
As he spoke, he flicked his hand with a look of disdain.
To be honest, this was the first time the Lame Daoist had personally swatted a Great Grade to death...
In the past, the weakest he’d ever killed was at least a Celestial Venerable or a Buddha.
The Dying Immortal’s remnant soul finally processed the situation. It looked down at itself, then back up at the Lame Daoist before it, its mind completely short-circuiting.
’I... I’m dead?’
’Just like that?’
