Almost at the moment the Illusory Realm was activated, the middle-aged scholar couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp.
Amid his bewilderment, he realized that his target had changed.
Was it the Illusory Realm?
He was startled.
Just as he was about to move his finger, he suddenly paused and shook his head with a wry smile, "Such a cunning Devil Head, you almost deceived me."
The finger that had originally planned to move elsewhere now pointed resolutely back to its original target.
Xu Yuan knew the situation was urgent, a chill of steely coldness appearing on his face as he exhaled.
"Primordial Spirit scholar, so what? Kill!"
As his words fell, the murderous intent of the heavens and earth that had dissipated due to the aura of the Primordial Spirit abruptly surged up wildly.
The already scarce will grew even more frenzied.
The murderous intent, condensed by the heavens and earth, formed an almost tangible blood-blade and slashed fiercely.
Crack—
However, shockingly, when the blood-blade, formidable enough to affect, fell upon that ethereal finger, it not only failed to stop its upward momentum but actually burst open a gap in it.
But it wasn’t over yet!
On that ethereal finger, which seemed to lift weights as if they were feathers, the blood-blade acted as if it didn’t exist, allowing it to raise, leaving cracks wherever it passed!
Xu Yuan’s pupils contracted.
Is this the Primordial Spirit?
Merely incarnated as a finger, it easily neutralized the world-killing menace that almost took their lives?
Immediately after, a surge of murderous intent emerged from the depths of his eyes.
Just as he had said earlier, so what if it is the Primordial Spirit?
No matter how high the realm, he is just a scholar, and a scholar before this Divine Emperor is but a subject.
The prince commands, the subject must die!
The crumbling blood-blade’s color deepened and grew more intense.
The expression of the middle-aged scholar, embodying the Primordial Spirit from another realm, became increasingly solemn.
The speed of the seemingly effortless lifting finger finally slowed down a bit, yet it just slowed marginally, and there wasn’t a hint of stopping.
In the end... is it still no good?
Watching this scene, Liu Ruoxue’s eyes flickered with unspeakable disappointment.
Although joining him in descent to the underworld was not a bad thing, naturally, she would prefer that both of them could retire from the world together, alas, it seems now...
"It’s not over yet!"
Xu Yuan suddenly looked up, his face contorted as he yelled, "Is it dignified for a Divine Emperor to allow an outsider to do as he pleases in your tombs?"
Shake people? Could it be, doesn’t he know how?
"Fellow ancestors, save me!"
With his loud roar,
Inside the Inheritance Space, the many steles that had been quiet suddenly shook as if startled awake.
Following this, one by one ancient wills woke up from their slumber.
"Outsiders! When did so many outsiders enter the Divine Tomb!?"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
"Who is it that awakens me!?"
"Has the Jing Clan reached the critical moment of life and death!?"
"Heaven nurtures all creatures; man owes heaven everything!"
Many ancient voices arose beside the stunned Sect Disciples’ ears, followed by many terrifying wills.
And then, these wills, upon waking up, involuntarily headed towards the tombstone where Xu Yuan stood.
"This!?"
The cross-realm scholar couldn’t help but widen his eyes, "Are you mad? By awakening these past Divine Emperors’ wills, do you think you have a rationale to survive?"
Although he didn’t understand how Xu Yuan had managed this, it was clear that outsiders wouldn’t be spared either, regardless of their disregard for him as an outsider.
Xu Yuan slightly smiled.
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With his smile, his presence at that moment transformed appropriately.
His originally handsome face now appeared exceptionally cold and detached, his pale lips became moist and crystalline, and his sharp eyes turned as profound as if they contained thousands of mountains and rivers.
The slightly dirty hem of his white robe turned into a white skirt.
Above in the grand hall, Jing Lixue watched the same face in the Water Mirror, and even her beautiful complexion turned slightly amused.
"..."
The Primordial Spirit scholar was also shocked.
He looked at the "Jing Lixue" before him, sensing an aura almost indistinguishable from the Jing Clan’s blood essence, his expression darkened, "To resemble so much."
Had he not been forewarned of the other’s tactics, even he might not have noticed the difference in the meticulously examined Jing Lixue before him!
Damn!
He had to act before those past Divine Emperors’ wills arrived and kill him.
However, just as he was thinking this, those wills were already storming in like a tempest.
"Who dares to insult my descendants!?"
When that robust voice sounded, he already knew that his chance was gone.
"Very well!"
The middle-aged scholar glared at Xu Yuan fiercely and indifferently said, "But don’t be too pleased with yourself; soon, we will meet again."
As his voice fell, his figure also gradually faded away into the world.
Leaving only the pale and frightened faces of the Confucian-Mo Pavilion Disciples below, displaying their timid expressions.
As Xu Yuan’s gaze turned towards him, he just began to speak, but the next moment, a meteor streaked across and crashed down, drowning out his voice with its immense sound.