Transmigrating Into a Fantasy World: Signing in During Pregnancy, Reaching the Summit with My Childhood Sweetheart

238: Chapter 238: Sweeping Across the Eight Desolations, Annihilating the Heavenly CraftAfter the joy of the mother and son’s reunion, a cold fire of vengeance began to burn in Nangong Xuan’s chest.

He did not impulsively charge straight to the Tiangong Sect. The current Nangong Xuan was no longer the helpless youth who was once hunted down. He now possessed power, and more importantly, Family he needed to protect. He needed to plan before acting.

First, he helped his mother, Lin Wanqing, regulate her body. With his current cultivation and resources, the hidden injuries and lingering ailments she had accumulated from years of fleeing and hiding were quickly healed. Her cultivation even advanced a step further with his help, breaking through to the Nascent Soul Stage.

Then, using the list provided by Lin Wanqing and the remnants of Su Muxue’s Taiyin Star Palace connections, he began secretly investigating the Tiangong Sect and the current state of the various forces that participated in the hunt back then.

The investigation results were shocking. Over the years, Tiangong Sect Master Situ Hao, relying on his iron-fisted methods and cooperation with a mysterious organization, had rapidly expanded his influence. He had already unified most of the Artifact Refining Sects in the Southern Wasteland, styling himself as the ’Tiangong Venerable,’ his power reaching to the heavens. His personal cultivation was unfathomably deep, with rumors saying he had touched the threshold of the Soul Transformation Stage. Most of the Sect’s Elders were also opportunists and ruthless individuals.

As for the other Sects that participated in the hunt back then, most had attached themselves to the Tiangong Sect, becoming its claws and fangs.

”Situ Hao... touched the Soul Transformation threshold?” Nangong Xuan sneered. ”Even a true Soul Transformation Cultivator couldn’t save you today!”

Half a month later, all preparations were complete.

On this day, the ’Divine Craftsman Mountain,’ where the Tiangong Sect headquarters was located, was as bustling as ever. Countless Disciples came and went, the roar of Artifact Refining reverberated constantly, and the light of the mountain-protecting Formation flowed, making it seem impregnable.

At noon, a voice as cold as a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens suddenly resounded across the entire sky above Divine Craftsman Mountain:

”Situ Hao! Roll out here and accept your death!”

The rolling sound waves, infused with terrifying Nirvana Sword Intent, shook the mountain-protecting Formation violently. Countless Disciples with low cultivation bled from their ears and noses, collapsing to the ground!

”Who dares to cause trouble at the Tiangong Sect?!” Several powerful auras immediately rose from the mountain, all belonging to Nascent Soul Elders. A red-haired old man at the forefront, the Tiangong Sect’s Grand Elder, shouted sternly.

However, when they saw the figure hovering in the air outside the mountain gate, all their rebukes caught in their throats!

It was a young man in green robes, his posture upright, his face cold and stern, his eyes like ancient ice. Merely standing there, the pressure radiating from him distorted the space around him, making these Nascent Soul Cultivators feel their hearts palpitate and breath catch!

Even more terrifying was the strange, dark purple crystal slowly rotating above the young man’s shoulder. The aura it emitted seemed capable of devouring all things in heaven and earth!

”Nang... Nangong Xuan?! It’s you?! You’re actually still alive?!” The Grand Elder finally recognized the visitor, his voice distorted by fear. He had been one of the main forces in hunting Nangong Xuan and his mother back then!

”It seems you all still remember me,” Nangong Xuan said in a flat tone, yet carrying endless killing intent. ”Good, that saves me the trouble of finding you one by one.”

”Arrogant junior! Even if you’ve had some fortuitous encounters, barging into my Tiangong Sect today is seeking your own death! Activate the Sect-protecting grand Formation! Kill him!” the Grand Elder roared, fierce in appearance but weak at heart.

*Hum—!* The Tiangong Sect’s mountain-protecting Formation was fully activated. Countless runes lit up, coalescing into a gigantic, blazing forging hammer carrying the force to destroy heaven and earth, smashing down fiercely towards Nangong Xuan! This was a grand Formation laid by the entire Sect’s power, potent enough to severely injure or even kill a Late Stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator!

Yet, facing this terrifying strike, Nangong Xuan didn’t even lift his eyes.

The Star Core on his shoulder moved slightly, and Lin Mo’s lazy consciousness transmitted: ”Daddy, this one doesn’t look tasty...”

Immediately, without even enlarging, the Star Core simply flashed the crimson light at its Core.

The blazing hammer, capable of flattening mountain ranges, seemed to hit an invisible wall a hundred zhang away from Nangong Xuan. Silently, starting from the hammerhead, it disintegrated inch by inch, turning into the most primitive Spiritual Qi particles that dissipated into the air! Even the Formation’s energy supply was instantly drained. The light of the entire Sect-protecting Formation suddenly dimmed, emitting a groan of strain!

”What?!” All the Tiangong Sect’s Elders and Disciples, witnessing this unbelievable scene, were terrified out of their wits! The Sect-protecting grand Formation had been so easily... erased?!

”Monster! He’s a monster!” Some Disciples lost their composure, screaming in terror.

Nangong Xuan finally moved. He slowly raised his hand, and the Nirvana Ancient Sword appeared in his palm.

”Situ Hao, since you don’t dare to come out, I’ll fight my way in.”

He took a step forward, his figure instantly appearing before the mountain gate. His ancient sword seemed to casually slash forward.

”Nirvana: Void Slash.”

A faint gray thread of light sliced across the sky.

The next moment, the supposedly impregnable Tiangong Sect mountain-protecting Formation, along with the massive mountain gate archway behind it, was neatly split in two as if cut by a sharp blade through tofu, collapsing with a thunderous crash! The cut surface was smooth as a mirror, the residual Nirvana Sword Intent preventing any possibility of repair!

A single sword strike to breach the mountain gate!

Nangong Xuan strode forward as if walking in his own backyard, step by step towards the main hall atop the mountain. Any Tiangong Sect Disciples or Elders who tried to block his path were pulverized into dust by the invisible Nirvana Sword Domain before they could even get close!

No one could withstand a single exchange!

The slaughter proceeded, cold and efficient. Nangong Xuan’s targets were clear: anyone on the list who participated in the hunt back then was to be executed without exception! As for the remaining Disciples, if they did not attack proactively, he would spare their lives.

Screams, explosions, and pleas for mercy rose and fell one after another. The entire Divine Craftsman Mountain became a slaughterhouse.

Finally, Nangong Xuan stepped onto the plaza before the main hall. Behind him was a path paved with blood and ruins.

The main hall doors swung open with a crash. A middle-aged man clad in a Nine-Dragon Artifact Refining Robe, with a sinister face and an aura of Great Perfection Peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, walked out surrounded by his trusted Elders. It was none other than the Tiangong Sect Master—Situ Hao!

Looking at the ravaged mountain gate and the grievous casualties among his Disciples, his face turned ashen, his eyes filled with shock, rage, and a trace of unbelievable fear.

”Nangong Xuan... you little bastard! I never imagined you could grow to such an extent!” Situ Hao’s voice was hoarse. ”Had I known today, I should have ground your mother and you to dust back then!”

”Unfortunately, you didn’t get the chance,” Nangong Xuan said, pointing his sword at Situ Hao. ”Today is the day of your death, the day the Tiangong Sect falls!”

”Bragging! Do you really think obtaining some heretical Legacy allows you to contend with my Tiangong Sect, built over a century?” Situ Hao roared, summoning a crimson cauldron radiating terrifying fluctuations. ”Today, I’ll let you witness the might of the Tiangong Divine Flame! All Elders, form the Ten Thousand Artifacts Heaven-Scorching Formation!”

Dozens of Nascent Soul Elders behind him immediately took their positions, madly channeling their spiritual power into the crimson cauldron! The cauldron blazed with light, spewing endless flames that transformed into a terrifying sea of fire capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, enveloping the entire plaza! Within the fire sea, countless artifact souls roared, and Illusory Shadows of divine weapons—swords, spears, blades, halberds—surged and sank. Its power was enough to incinerate even a Soul Transformation Cultivator!

This was the Tiangong Sect’s ultimate trump card!

Facing this heaven-and-earth-destroying Formation, Nangong Xuan remained expressionless. He even put away the Nirvana Ancient Sword.

”Moer, these things are too noisy.” ”Mm, Daddy, let’s clean them up.”

A simple exchange of consciousness between father and son.

The next moment, the Star Core on Nangong Xuan’s shoulder flew out again. This time, it didn’t enlarge but instantly split into dozens, even hundreds, of small, identical dark purple Star Core Illusory Shadows!

Each Star Core Illusory Shadow precisely targeted one of the Tiangong Sect Elders forming the Formation, as well as the Core crimson cauldron!

Then, under the despairing gazes of all the Tiangong Sect Cultivators, those hundreds of Star Core Illusory Shadows simultaneously unleashed miniature, yet still overwhelmingly domineering, devouring forces!

*Pop pop pop pop—!* Like bubbles bursting, those dozens of Nascent Soul Elders didn’t even have time to scream. Their painstakingly cultivated pure cultivation and life force were instantly drained, turning them into desiccated corpses that fell to the ground! The immensely powerful crimson cauldron also visibly lost all its spiritual light at a rapid pace, becoming dull and lifeless before falling to the ground with a *thud*!

The so-called Ten Thousand Artifacts Heaven-Scorching Formation, before it could truly unleash its power, had instantly disintegrated!

Situ Hao stood alone, looking at the Elders who had instantly fallen dead around him, at the Sect’s supreme treasure turned into scrap metal. He was utterly stunned, as if struck by lightning!

What... what kind of power was this?! This completely surpassed his understanding!

Nangong Xuan walked step by step to stand before him, his eyes icy. ”Now, it’s your turn.”

Situ Hao suddenly snapped back to reality, his face showing extreme terror. He fell to his knees with a *thud*. ”Spare... spare my life! Nangong Xuan! No, Lord Nangong! Spare me! I know I was wrong! I’m willing to serve you as my master! All the Tiangong Sect’s wealth is yours! I also know a huge secret about ’the dark side’ and the ’Ancient System’! It will be useful to you!”

To save his life, he pleaded without hesitation and tried to dangle a secret.

Nangong Xuan looked down at him, not a ripple of emotion in his eyes. ”I’m not interested in your secrets. Your pleas for mercy disgust me even more.”

He formed his fingers into a sword, gathering a wisp of ultimate Nirvana Sword Intent.

”No—!” Situ Hao let out a desperate roar. A pitch-black, ominous energy erupted from within him as he tried to make one final struggle! This was precisely the power he obtained from colluding with the mysterious organization!

However, in the face of absolute Nirvana, all was futile.

The sword-finger descended. Situ Hao’s body, along with the dark energy, quietly annihilated like a sand sculpture, completely disappearing from this world.

The Tiangong Sect Master had fallen!

The remaining Tiangong Sect Disciples, already scared out of their wits, knelt and surrendered one after another.

Nangong Xuan didn’t even glance at them. He turned and walked deep into the main hall. There lay all the Tiangong Sect’s collections and, perhaps, clues about his mother’s Family’s ”Nirvana Sword Canon.”

The Tiangong Sect, which had dominated the Southern Wasteland for a time, saw its Sect Master executed and its upper echelons annihilated within a single day, becoming history.

Nangong Xuan’s sword of vengeance, having just revealed its edge, had already shaken heaven and earth.

And his footsteps would not stop here. The ’dark side’ and ’Ancient System’ mentioned by Situ Hao before his death faintly connected with his previous encounters.

A greater storm was yet to come.