Illusions rose one after another, and in Wang Xuan's eyes appeared a world-ending scenario, where the Solar System was under invasion and the war had spread to the Mother Star.

Within the illusions, disciples of the Immortal Martial Mountain fought bloodily, but all of them died in battle, his family perishing amid the massacre by the Alien Race.

Scene after scene, so real that any other Earth Immortal would be moved and doubt if it was indeed true.

But all of this couldn't stir any waves in Wang Xuan's heart; his Spiritual Cultivation Level was not ordinary, how could he be deceived by such illusions!

"Is this all you've got?" Wang Xuan sneered coldly.

His Heart Spirit sank into the Sea of Consciousness, where a silver gleam wandered, coveting his Primordial Spirit, yet feeling apprehensive.

Lingming never expected that Wang Xuan, at the Earth Immortal Realm, had already refined a Primordial Spirit, although he was just at the initial stage, he was extremely troublesome.

His Spirit Body carried an erosive nature, able to devour and absorb the Soul Power of his enemies, coupled with some Combat Skills, he absolutely held the advantage.

After all, the human Earth Immortals hadn't explored the spiritual path deeply enough. He instantly transformed into a giant, charging at Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit.

The Primordial Spirit Sword floated in the chaotic Sea of Consciousness, Wang Xuan kept sneering; by cultivating the Primordial Spirit Sword Embryo, his Combat Power in the spiritual realm was even stronger than his Flesh Body.

Lingming was adept in spiritual combat, but so was he!

A golden Divine Sword traversed the Sea of Consciousness, striking the giant formed by Lingming's Spirit Body in an instant, causing Lingming to let out a tragic scream.

The Sword Gang of the Primordial Spirit Sword sliced through, tearing the opponent's Spirit Body with crisscrossing Sword Qi, countless Sword Dao Runes and Path of the Primordial Spirit Runes entwining upon the Primordial Spirit, making it impervious to evil and exceptionally sturdy.

"My Soul Power attack has the innate Godslaying Soul Annihilation talent, I'm born to be the ruler of the spiritual path, how can you be my match!"

Wang Xuan roared, and the Primordial Spirit Sword surged with the speed of a lightning bolt, piercing Lingming's Spirit Body with myriad swords in the blink of an eye, slicing it into dozens of pieces, accompanied by angry roars amid the agony.

Lingming couldn't believe it, the Spirit Race could devour enemy Soul Power with innate erosive effects, yet it was completely ineffective against Wang Xuan.

"I refuse to believe it! How can you restrain my Spirit Race's talents! It's impossible!" Lingming roared, filled with reluctance.

He used Secret Techniques, reassembling his Spirit Body that was split into dozens of pieces, enduring even more than the pain akin to being quartered by horses, possessing exceptionally strong Willpower.

"How can there be a Godslaying Soul Annihilation talent in this world!" Lingming was unwilling to believe it, but Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit Sword, as long as it struck his Spirit Body, immediately wounded it.

Just like a red-hot iron coming into contact with ice, shattering it while melting it, if struck by the Primordial Spirit Sword, part of his Soul Power was vaporized into tiny energy particles.

It could be said that each of Wang Xuan's attacks cleaved away one ten-thousandth of his Tao Practice, and in a short exchange, he had already lost thousands of years of Cultivation Level.

The size of his Spirit Body now was less than half of what it had been.

"Kill!"

Wang Xuan showed no mercy, the Primordial Spirit Sword unleashed Secret Skills once more, and in a flurry of a thousand cuts, sought to execute Lingming.

Lingming fell into despair, already sensing the aura of death, he never thought he would face this day, where he would be on the brink of death.

He was the Spirit Race's prodigy, destined to ascend to the Peak of Yang Tier over Wang Xuan's corpse, thinking he could devour Wang Xuan's soul with his racial talents.

Yet he never imagined he would be brutally slaughtered by Wang Xuan!

His pride was shattered, not knowing where his arrogance had gone, overwhelmed by the sudden rise of fear in the face of death.

"Ancestor, save me!" Lingming ultimately cried for help, as a massive influx of Spiritual Power surged into Wang Xuan's Sea of Consciousness, saving this Spirit Race genius.

Wang Xuan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh, beginning to cleanse his Sea of Consciousness of the Exotic Energy residue, restoring it bit by bit to avoid being affected.

The audience outside only saw Wang Xuan standing still, and Lingming's Spirit Body surging into Wang Xuan's Sea of Consciousness, engaging in a spiritual battle.

They were well aware of the Spirit Race's talents, expecting that soon Wang Xuan's Flesh Body would be occupied by Lingming.

But they never expected Lingming to cry out for help, leaving everyone astonished, and soon after, they understood it was true when the weakened Lingming was rescued.

The Spirit Race genius, skilled in spiritual combat, suffered a crushing defeat in this domain, even unable to escape, requiring rescue by his elders.

"How could Young Master Lingming lose!"

"The Lingming, almost unmatched among peers, actually lost to a new human prodigy, it's unimaginable."

"How strong is Wang Xuan to make Lingming unable to escape, on the verge of death?"

...

They were all in shock and awe, knowing that was the Lingming, who easily subdued numerous cultivators at the Spirit Race's stronghold on this Barbaric Planet.

Yet in battle with Wang Xuan, he was defeated so effortlessly.

It's unbelievable!

Wang Xuan opened his eyes, the Divine Elephant Illusion transformed into Golden Core Power surging into his body, returning his aura to its Peak once more.

His disdainful gaze overlooked everyone, eyes full of scorn towards Lingming, making the Spirit Race prodigy's Spirit Body tremble with fury, wishing to kill Wang Xuan.

But he knew, Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit was too enigmatic, inherently invincible in spiritual combat, wearing down the enemy to death.

"Who else wants to challenge me? I just hope the challengers are stronger than the so-called Spirit Race prodigies, otherwise facing trash and dregs only dirties my hands."

Wang Xuan's words were arrogantly boastful, immediately sending the whole scene into a frenzy, with angry roars erupting, weapons in hand wishing to be hurled at him.

The Alien Race True Immortal on the imperial throne, Lingming Divine Spirit, gradually cooled his gaze, having never expected a human newcomer like Wang Xuan to be so audacious at their stronghold.

Even he had to admit, Wang Xuan had some skills.

"This place is filled with miasma, making me miss the Mother Star even more." Wang Xuan shook his head. His words were actually meant for his master He Fang, wondering why he hadn't acted yet.

If they killed those Alien Races earlier, they could return to the Mother Star.

He Fang, smaller than dust, had eyes covering the whole planet, watching all the Alien Races at this stronghold.

The strongest one being nothing more than the Spirit Race True Immortal-level powerhouse, comparable to the late Grotto Void stage. To He Fang, such cultivation was nothing.

"No hurry, no hurry, this Alien Race base can't be isolated, there will be links with other Alien Race bases, let's wait till I find them to catch all at once."

He Fang had long noticed that Alien Race True Immortal, who was contacting other Alien Races, it was clear Wang Xuan had caught their attention, considered somewhat valuable.

Tiny wormholes opened one by one, with significant personnel flow, even powerful Cosmic Battleships flying, performing space jumps.

His forces seeped inside, spreading tendrils, hoping to gather more hiding places of the Alien Races.

Wang Xuan, helpless, said, "I'll try to be flashy, stall for time."

Lin Xiyue had no idea that Master He Fang was right beside them, she and Wang Xuan were snatched to this Alien Race base, with no one to rely on but her junior brother Wang Xuan.

She thought Wang Xuan would become another person upon reopening his eyes, yet Wang Xuan returned safe and sound.

"Senior Sister, were you worried? You should have some faith in me." Wang Xuan smiled, his white teeth remarkably bright.

Lin Xiyue circled around Wang Xuan, lightly breathing out. "As long as you're alright, otherwise Senior Sister would have to face these Alien Races alone."

She didn't fear death, only living worse than death, with her Pure Yang Realm cultivation, it was challenging to control her fate in front of an Alien Race True Immortal.

The Alien Race True Immortal yawned and stood up; on this planet, he was the sovereign, undeniably so. He was curious about Wang Xuan's Primordial Spirit, but there was no rush.

They were all meat in the pot, sooner or later falling into his bag.

"Human prodigy, you do possess some means." Lingming Divine Spirit's gaze fell on Wang Xuan, saying, "Are you willing to submit to me, becoming my servant? If so, I will spare your life.

Compared to life, nothing else matters, right?

Just pledge loyalty to me, and I shall gift you this woman by your side. Owning such a woman is something men yearn for; I presume you wouldn't refuse."