In the starry sky, one can gaze afar at the other life planets within the Yellow Springs Star System, with starships commuting back and forth, and people vying with each other in this great era.

In everyone’s eyes, there is an Earth Civilization and an Era of Mythology, but the eyes of an Immortal see farther, making this era seem even more dazzling.

Wang Xuan didn’t linger long on Yellow Springs Star, as he had no legitimate reason to be here. Communication could solve matters, yet he chose to come personally, highlighting how he valued his friend Li Daoming.

But over time, anyone with some brains would start to speculate, not to mention those extremely shrewd true-tier creatures of alien races.

Wang Xuan felt no reluctance; whether or not the alien race would act, he was prepared.

In the vacuum, his flying speed continually increased, effortlessly reaching sub-light speed, with the shield light atop his head shattering the meteorites ahead, and the sparks from friction made him look like a meteor.

He already possessed the combat power of a Grotto Void True Immortal, which was beyond doubt; otherwise, those defeated Grotto Void True Immortals would definitely have something to say.

Yet, without entering the True Tier, he couldn’t skillfully and steadily use the Power of Space to do spatial rifts and jumps like a True Immortal, as well as possess instant movement abilities.

To truly explore the Cosmos would inevitably require a long-lived True Immortal. Years of accumulation naturally made them formidable enough to cross several light-years in one day, although the consumption of Immortal Power would be a staggering figure.

"I offered the opportunity, if you don’t want it, then wait another twenty years."

Wang Xuan sneered, although Immortal Martial Mountain had weaved a large net, awaiting fish to enter, such opportunities were few.

As the Immortal Martial Taoist, if he remains undefeated, he has a ninety-nine percent chance of entering the Immortal Star Domain, such monstrous talent bestowed upon him. Coming to the Netherworld Star Realm signified danger; it was a rare and precious opportunity.

If those alien races fail to seize it or are unwilling to do so, would Immortal Martial Mountain offer them another chance? What a joke!

Any further chance will come when he achieves Great Success in cultivation and steps into the Void Realm, and at that time? They might want to kill him.

Ha, not to be disrespectful, without a Half-Step Immortal, others should stop dreaming of killing him instantly; the cost of killing him then would be unimaginably high.

Take the Valkyrie, for instance, the cost to the alien races in claiming her life was over the deaths of more than one Peak of the Void beings—and perhaps even more.

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On a desolate planet, light-years away, dozens of towering figures stood like enormous peaks, with their breath as deep as the sea.

With each breath, Essence Qi from the Milky Way automatically flowed towards them, turning this planet into a haven rich in Essence Qi just through the respiration of dozens of powerful beings.

If Wang Xuan were here, he would surely recognize the races of these formidable beings: the double-horned, long-tailed Demon Race; the blood-energized True-Tier Evolvers; the Mystical Wizards wielding their mystical mastery; the Abyss’s Demons, the Demon Saints of the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm; the Demon Fiends of the Demon Realm; the elders of the Spirit Race; the rulers of the Mechanical Race; and the odd forms from deep cosmic planes...

A small portion are true-tier creatures from worlds either already extinct or facing the crisis of extinction, while the majority hail from worlds coveting Earth Civilization.

From a civilizational perspective, they believe they should resist Earth, extinguishing the young and talented youths of Earth Civilization, while personally seeing Earth as a lucrative target for plunder, being outrageously abundant.

After all, Earth Civilization has risen too swiftly, with its population being relatively scant compared to other civilizations, resulting in insufficient accumulation of cultivators at high, medium, and low tiers – reflecting its greatest shortcoming.

The formidable stance of Earth Civilization fundamentally lies in the robust and predatory nature of Earth’s source, enabling resources to cultivate True Immortal after True Immortal.

Additionally, there are the over twenty Immortals.

Each Immortal is powerful enough to counter a civilization or even establish an Immortal civilization.

It’s precisely those matchless beings oppressing the upper echelons of the Evolution and Wizard Realms among other worlds, allowing peaceful Earth homeland, nurturing numerous cultivation seeds with a conducive environment and resources to cultivate.

Unkind as it may sound, beneath Immortals, all are ants—no matter the quantity, they would not be equals to the Immortals.

For the Anti-Earth Civilization Alliance and Celestial Net organizations, they ultimately remain interest-driven entities, receiving passive or proactive benefits by collectively opposing Earth Civilization.

"Shall we act?" A trade demon with horns atop spoke, Demon King Gulong inquired.

He is among the leaders of this operation, Demon King equating to True Tier, while Upper Rank Demon King would be akin to a human Void True Immortal.

Twenty to thirty massive figures, where the one of lower cultivation is at the Grotto Void Realm, mostly in the Star Lord Realm; hosts like Gulong numbering even five.

Their retinue is indeed substantial, up to quelling the Immortal Martial Taoist, almost seemingly an overreaction.

Merely a Celestial Immortal could be easily crushed by any of them stepping forth, so why bother?

But they knew, it was a necessity.

Despite Wang Xuan potentially lacking strength equivalent to a Star Lord, the terrifying forces behind him could easily fragment their True Spirit with a mere reveal.

"I’ve prepared curses, ready to cast at any moment. Whether to act lies with you, esteemed rulers present." A Demon Fiend casually crushed a large mountain, hewing it to form an altar, arranging artifacts upon it.

"I hold a Talisman of the Path of Cause and Effect, possibly instantaneously slaying the Immortal Martial Taoist, always on stand-by." The remnant of the Ten Thousand Beasts Realm chuckled, clasping a beating heart—a so-called Talisman was in essence a Demon Saint’s innate divine technique manifested within the heart.

"I possess a Fortune Technique, sacrificing billions of beings, capable of instantly devouring the Immortal Martial Taoist’s fortune, then karmic fire will surely consume him with vanished fortunes." The Abyss demon’s voice fluctuated in and out.

"I own a contract, linking lifespan with that Immortal Martial Taoist; should I sever lifespan, he surely dies promptly!" The Spirit Race elder remarked dryly.

Among the several Void Realm creatures, they rule unconditionally within their communities, decisively executing whatever they do.

Yet now, they hesitate repeatedly.

For it is Immortal Martial Mountain, where half-step immortals abound two hands in quantity; their opponents aim to fish, while they contemplate paying a heavy price nibbling the bait.

Such gambits have accompanying dangers, potentially exacting a life toll from all present.

Thus, hesitation is inevitable; caution is imperative.

"Do we proceed?" The ruler of the Mechanical Race asked, sharing the same deliberation as Demon King Gulong.

During this moment, Gulong felt awkward and rueful internally, back when his clone probed Earth several years ago, he encountered Wang Xuan.

Back then, Wang Xuan seemed devoid of potential—no chance of becoming an Immortal, and barely becoming an Earth Immortal was reliant on luck.

That ordinary lad now required true-tier creatures to deliberate on how to annihilate him.

Had he known, he would have crushed the ant back then.

Dozens of towering figures have lingered here for a day, some deploying divine techniques to glean occurrences on Yellow Springs Star, albeit in blurred fragments and speculations.

They continued to hesitate.

Yet faced with Wang Xuan’s decisive return to Earth, they ultimately resolved.

Not to act!

Though higher-ups organized them here, life assurance is crucial; without it, action was bound to result in death for most.

When balanced against self-preservation, they chose timidity.

Upon universal relief, an abrupt voice emerged.

"Execute."

A gigantic moon-like eyeball appeared above the barren planet, exerting pressure that caused Demon King Gulong and others to constrict their skin.