Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 250: Su Ming is ambushed Han Xuanji takes action

Outside the Void Realm, Su Ming’s face paled for a moment, then returned to normal.

He slowly sheathed his sword, and rust once again spread over it, obscuring its Immortal glow.

His voice was calm, yet it clearly penetrated the boundary wall, reaching the ears of every Yao Race living being in the Taixu Spirit Realm, carrying an undeniable authority:

“Withdraw from this realm within three breaths, or be annihilated.”

The remaining Yao Race army stirred, looking at the sky in terror, then glancing behind them.

The golden-robed man’s face was ashen, his hands clenched tightly, his fingernails almost digging into his palms.

But in the end, he still did not order them to fight to the death.

Su Ming’s sword strike not only annihilated Blood Flame True Immortal, but also the courage of all the Yao Race!

“…Retreat!”

The command was practically squeezed out from between his teeth.

Instantly, the remaining Yao Race seemed to have received a great pardon, scrambling into the crack in the sky, fleeing back to the Heavenly Demon Realm in disarray.

The golden-robed man took one last deep look at Li Taiqing and the others, as if to engrave their images firmly in his memory.

Soon.

The crack in the sky slowly closed, and the Demonic Qi permeating the heavens and earth gradually dissipated.

Sunlight once again shone down, illuminating the ravaged East Sea and the Cultivators of the Nine Provinces who had survived the calamity.

After a brief silence, earth-shattering cheers resounded through the sky.

“We won! We won!”

“Thank you, Immortal, for saving our lives!”

Countless Cultivators were moved to tears, bowing in gratitude towards Su Ming and the Lingxu Heavenly Palace Disciples above the sky.

Although they could not see their faces, they knew that an Immortal of the Human Race must have made a move.

“Now, the Heavenly Demon Realm should behave itself.”

Lu Fan said with resentment.

This time, the Heavenly Demon Realm did not know how many powerful Yao Race members had perished.

Even if the Yao Race of the Heavenly Demon Realm was incredibly powerful, such a massive loss would require at least ten thousand years to recover.

“The opponent mobilized such a large force, they were not aiming for something small. They were likely attempting to devour the Origin of the realm and elevate it to a higher world.”

Li Taiqing’s eyes were calm as he looked at the sky, which was gradually clearing up,

“Now, instead of getting what they wanted, they suffered a great loss, the price far exceeding their expectations.”

“I wonder what kind of powerful being made a move. When I Ascend in the future, I must try to get to know him.”

“Such a great kindness…”

…”I should have completed Senior Brother Han’s mission.”

Su Ming breathed a sigh of relief.

He guessed that this world should be related to Han Xuanji, so he acted very decisively, fearing that he would mess things up and ruin a major event.

And just as he relaxed for that instant.

A golden light streaked across the Void Realm, aiming directly for his heart.

This attack was extremely concealed, seizing the very moment Su Ming let his guard down.

Moreover, it was a powerful being at the Profound Immortal level who made the move.

Su Ming’s pupils contracted sharply, and his Immortal power surged instinctively around him.

The rusty sword vibrated only half an inch, seemingly too late.

The chill of death instantly gripped his heart.

However, just as that wisp of golden light was about to touch his heart.

Time, as if gently nudged by an invisible hand, was altered.

The golden light suddenly froze just three inches from Su Ming.

It was not blocked by any barrier, but rather seemed to have fallen into an incredibly viscous quagmire, unable to advance or retreat, and even the terrifying destructive fluctuations it contained seemed to be frozen, utterly silent.

Su Ming could even clearly see the true form of the golden light; it was a golden feather about three inches long, containing powerful Demonic Qi fluctuations capable of annihilating him.

“The Dao of Time and Space, not good… it’s a powerful being above the Profound Immortal level.”

In a small grotto-heaven in the Golden Crow Immortal Domain of the Upper Realm, a man in a black robe changed his expression.

Such a profound method, and it involved the Dao of Time and Space.

It was definitely a powerful being he could not afford to offend who had made a move.

Thinking of this, he also gave up the idea of killing Su Ming and quickly cut off his connection with the golden feather, trying to hide himself.

On the other side.

The golden feather transformed into the finest specks of light, vanishing without a trace.

Only then did Su Ming breathe a sigh of relief, his back drenched in cold sweat.

“Who helped me?”

Su Ming was a little puzzled, looking around, but there was no one present.

“Could it be the Sect’s Dao Protector?”

“Or… did Senior Brother Han make a move?”

Su Ming’s thoughts churned, and for some reason, he increasingly felt that Han Xuanji had made the move.

And within the Myriad Phenomena Garden.

Han Xuanji’s face was calm, his deep eyes flickering with killing intent.

His gaze turned towards the sky, and he was angered for the first time in a long while.

Su Ming was sent out by him, so naturally, he had to protect him.

Moreover, he had already calculated this Karma, and the person who made the move was a Profound Immortal expert of the Golden Crow God Clan, the Master of a Golden Crow Prodigy he had once slain.

“Striking from the shadows, and still hoping to retreat calmly?”

In the depths of Han Xuanji’s pupils, the Wheel of Fate slowly emerged, beginning to turn in reverse.

Piercing through illusions, tracing back to the Origin, controlling fate.

Scenes of blurred images rapidly flowed backward in his eyes, sweeping through numerous realms.

Finally, the scene froze in a dark and profound world, obscured by layers of Formations.

A blurred phantom was using a secret technique to conceal his Qi, clearly the one who had launched the sneak attack.

His figure and face were indistinguishable, only a fleeting golden flame pattern on his forehead.

“Hmph.”

Han Xuanji let out a cold snort and casually cast a Dao Seal.

This was a Divine Ability he had cultivated in the Lower Realm, named Ten Thousand Tribulations Seal.

In his hands, it had already displayed power even greater than its creator.

It not only contained countless Dao tribulation powers but could also be combined with the Dao of Karma and Fate, allowing him to track enemies and strike them from infinite distances.

His methods were profound, mysterious, and unpredictable.

Innumerable miles away, within a hidden grotto-heaven in the Golden Crow Immortal Domain.

“Pfft!”

The black-robed figure trembled violently, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer, letting out a painful, suppressed groan.

The surging Demonic Qi around him instantly scattered and became chaotic, his aura rapidly withered, as if more than half of his cultivation had been cut off out of thin air.

“How is this possible?”

His eyes were filled with shock and disbelief; the opponent was able to find his true body so quickly.

However, before he could recover from this sudden heavy blow.

In the Void Realm, another ancient Dao Seal, condensed with endless tribulation power and entwined with Karma threads, appeared abruptly, ignoring all spatial distance and defenses.

Its majestic pressure enveloped him.

The next moment, tribulation power erupted, and a brilliant and destructive light instantly swallowed the terrified figure completely.

In reality, this sneak attack was merely the private act of that Profound Immortal of the Golden Crow God Clan; such behavior was far from escalating to the point where the Lingxu Heavenly Palace and the Golden Crow God Clan would go to war.

The death of a Profound Immortal from the Golden Crow God Clan did not cause too many ripples…

The Void Realm fluctuations slowly subsided, and Su Ming stepped out, already back in the Upper Realm.

Su Ming did not linger, transforming into a cold sword light and swiftly flying directly towards Purple Firmament Peak.

Numerous thoughts surged in his mind; in the face of life and death, he had instead gained many insights.