Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Death Without Closing His Eyes

In the Middle Continent of Yuan Realm, Pure Yang Heavenly Sect.

"Is there any unusual movement outside?"

In a small void world, Bai Yuehong was wearing a pure white robe dotted with plum blossoms; he sat cross-legged, his aura profound like an abyss.

He had comprehended the mysteries of the Emperor Venerable’s head mostly, and was about to break through to the emperor realm soon.

However, he had been cultivating at the Sea of All Realms; after hearing of changes in Yuan Realm, he returned to Yuan Realm earlier to rely on Pure Yang Heavenly Sect and prepare long-term plans.

The sect master of Pure Yang Heavenly Sect was an old man in fiery red robe, with hair red as burning fire; facing Bai Yuehong, the old man did not dare to breathe heavily at all.

"After Pure Yang Heavenly Sect withdrew from the contest, Heavenly Sound Palace and Blood Demon Sect fought increasingly fiercely; the Dao Gate showed no intention of getting involved and instead gathered scattered disciples everywhere."

"During this period, the Dao Gate has been very quiet."

"Hmph."

Bai Yuehong snorted coldly, "Let them fight on; after I attain emperorship, I will send those rebels to the yellow springs."

"As for the Dao Gate…"

"Send people to monitor them; do not take action for now."

Regarding Yuan Daokong, Bai Yuehong remained highly wary.

The two had struggled all their lives, but because he had offended Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, he lost out slightly to Yuan Daokong.

Right now, the peculiar actions of the Dao Gate made Bai Yuehong unable to fathom Yuan Daokong’s intentions.

But, these were minor matters.

Once he attained emperorship, the entire Middle Continent would prostrate at his feet.

"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion…"

Bai Yuehong gritted his teeth, "We shall settle this in time…"

The old man in fiery red robe fell silent; he truly was supported solely by Bai Yuehong, but in the current situation, anyone able to see recognized how powerful Heaven’s Secret Pavilion was.

He wanted to report Bai Yuehong’s whereabouts to Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, but since all his actions were monitored by Bai Yuehong, he dared not play any tricks.

"Daoist friend Bai, I fear you do not have such time."

Abruptly, a voice echoed in the small void world, elusive and untraceable to its source.

"Who?"

Bai Yuehong’s eyes grew sharp; his hiding at Pure Yang Heavenly Sect was extremely secret, so no one should have known.

"Did you betray me?" Bai Yuehong shifted his gaze to the old man in fiery red robe.

"Sect master, spare me! Even with nine lives, I would never dare betray you," the old man in fiery red robe stammered hastily, his legs trembling in fear.

"Heaven’s Secret Pavilion…"

Bai Yuehong understood immediately.

In the void, a youth in green was striding through the air; beside him was a girl in a purple dress, lively and agile, her clever eyes twinkling mischievously as she took quick little steps to match the youth in green’s stride.

"Who are you?"

Bai Yuehong stared fixedly at Ye Xu.

He had never seen Ye Xu before, so it was normal that he failed to recognize him.

"Daoist friend, haven’t you always wanted to kill me? Now I am right before you, yet you cannot recognize me. How laughable… hahaha…"

Ye Xu’s gaze was teasing, like that of a cat that had captured its prey, slowly toying with it.

"Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion!"

Goosebumps rose all over Bai Yuehong, and his entire body turned icy cold. His reaction was extremely swift; the moment he realized it, he immediately activated his divine power, attempting to flee.

Ye Xu did not prevent the fleeing Bai Yuehong. He pointed with one finger, and a sword beam flew out from his fingertip, slashing toward the southeast direction.

Clang!

Space shattered, and the entire small world was ripped in two. A figure was forced back relentlessly by the sword beam, revealing its true form.

It was another Bai Yuehong.

This was Bai Yuehong’s true body.

He once again used the same trick, trying to employ the Death Substitute Talisman to make his escape.

However, Ye Xu had long learned from Yue Ji’s memories about Bai Yuehong’s escape method, so how could he be unprepared?

This sword beam tore apart the heavens, shaking the Pure Yang Heavenly Sect, and many celestial deities flew toward that location.

"Don’t come over."

The old man in fiery red robe urgently transmitted his voice mentally.

After all, this was a Great Emperor-level battle—that group of celestial deities weren’t even worth being called cannon fodder.

The deities retreated to avoid it. Under the command of the old man in fiery red robe, they shifted the disciples out of the sect gates and watched from a distance.

"Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, you annihilated the True Martial God Sect, and now you still wish to kill me?"

Bai Yuehong roared hysterically.

His heart brimmed with terror.

"Senior, this matter has nothing to do with me," the old man in fiery red robe quickly distanced himself. "Bai Yuehong threatened me to keep him hidden in the Pure Yang Heavenly Sect."

"You dare betray my lordship?"

Bai Yuehong flew into a rage. With a strike of the True Martial God Sword, he intended to slay the old man in fiery red robe.

Bang!

That sword blow fell, but it appeared to be blocked by an invisible barrier. The True Martial God Sword could not descend and hung mid-air.

Ye Xu flicked his finger, and the True Martial God Sword fell from Bai Yuehong’s hand, standing upright on the ground.

Bai Yuehong despaired.

The gap between him and Ye Xu was as vast as a chasm.

"Even in death, I will die on my feet, never yielding!"

Bai Yuehong frantically operated the True Martial Seven Cuts Sutra. He summoned all his strength to activate his mana, and his divine power erupted.

Boom!

The primordial spirit flew out from the Purple Palace. Divine patterns danced wildly like dragons and snakes as Bai Yuehong unleashed his full power. A divine seal materialized and fused into his palm. He thrust that palm toward Ye Xu.

In that instant, the entire small world turned to drifting ash.

The Pure Yang Heavenly Sect was caught in the fallout. Palace after palace collapsed, mountain ranges crumbled to dust—a scene of utter annihilation.

The old man in fiery red robe retreated from the combat’s heart, his face etched with distress.

Ye Xu stood firm as a mountain.

Though he had newly become an emperor and lacked combat experience, the Creation Heart Sutra was inherently supreme. Even without proficiency in divine techniques, crushing Bai Yuehong was effortless.

Boom!

Ye Xu moved. His palm struck out—a simple, unadorned motion.

Power of the Great Dao coiled around his fingers as his hand surged forward.

He shattered Bai Yuehong’s technique like dry weeds snapping. The divine seal fractured under his palm. Bai Yuehong’s arm shattered. Blood sprayed from his mouth as he was hurled back.

A Great Emperor and a quasi-emperor occupied entirely different realms.

Unless one was a monstrous talent like Lin Qianmo, an ordinary quasi-emperor could never contend with a Great Emperor.

"Our debt," Ye Xu’s voice held icy detachment, "is due for settlement." His palm flipped over, blotting out heaven and earth, transforming the entire sky into his divine art bearing down upon Bai Yuehong.

The old man in fiery red robe watched, awestruck.

This was the legendary master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion?

Too terrifying!

Ye Xian’er stared, dumbstruck. She had never seen Ye Xu take action. This spectacle—shifting heavens, wielding cosmic forces—was beyond anything she could have imagined.

Her cultivation was shallow, masking his true strength from her perception. She just knew it was awe-inspiring.

Were Lin Qianmo present, she would surely have spotted flaws.

For Ye Xu, without combat experience, his execution remained crude and vulnerable.

"I refuse to die like this!"

Bai Yuehong’s hair streamed wildly as madness consumed him.

He spurred his mana desperately. His primordial spirit stood colossal. The True Martial Emperor Sword slid into his grip. Sword cries vibrated deafeningly, filling him with an unprecedented sensation.

He touched the Dao.

At the precipice of life and death, he pierced the veil of the Dao he had yearned for. His primordial spirit, mana, and divine principles ascended in a wondrous metamorphosis.

Bai Yuehong’s power erupted violently.

"Ha ha ha ha…!" Bai Yuehong laughed wildly. "Master of Heaven’s Secret Pavilion, I thank thee! Without thine assault, I would not have epiphanized the True Martial Seven Cuts Sutra amidst this mortal peril!"

"I shall borrow thy hand to prove the Great Dao!"

Bai Yuehong channeled the True Martial Seven Cuts Sutra. His primordial spirit became emperor-like. Divine patterns and principles transmuted rapidly. Sounds of the Dao resonated through the heavens and earth.

He was becoming an emperor.

"So naive."

Ye Xu uttered only two words.

Boom!

The giant, sky-obscuring palm descended.

The power of the Great Dao of creation instantly locked the firmament. His hand transformed into a vast furnace intent on incinerating everything.

Bai Yuehong shrieked in agony.

The Great Dao of creation invaded his primordial spirit first, eroding it bit by bit. His divine principles fractured and disintegrated, consumed and assimilated.

"No…!"

Terror and despair warred in Bai Yuehong.

His path to emperorship was severed.

Crunch!

Ye Xu clenched his fist.

Bai Yuehong’s primordial spirit burst into sparks.

His entire life’s mana dissolved into nothingness.

Silence claimed the heavens and earth.

Ye Xu spread his palm open. A corpse thudded onto the ground.

Bai Yuehong stared sightlessly, disbelief lingering in his open eyes.

Unwilling to close them even in death.

He had only just glimpsed the mysteries of the emperor realm.

He had only just sensed the dawn of his emperorship.

Then Ye Xu had ruthlessly extinguished that hope, granting him oblivion.

For Bai Yuehong, it was pure cruelty.

He was gone.

To the side, the old man in fiery red robe breathed profoundly in relief.

His freedom was finally restored.

"Many thanks, Esteemed Senior, for this life-saving grace!" He knelt and bowed devoutly.

Ye Xu paid him no mind. With Ye Xian’er, he departed the Pure Yang Heavenly Sect, vanishing utterly from the old man’s sight and perception.