Chapter 139: The Gathering of Six Pills

Hahaha!!!

"Who am I? Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, that is actually a fair question. To be honest, even I no longer know who I truly am. But to you all, I might be what is called an extraterrestrial or an anomaly. Time will prove everything, and in due course, you will naturally understand."

"That is my answer to your first question. As for my second question—why I possess immortal energy—I have no fear in letting you know that I am a descendant of the ancient deity Chu Tianhe. This immortal energy was bestowed upon me by him when his very last shred of soul dissipated into nothingness."

"Unfortunately, I have just exhausted every last trace of it. Neither those hiding in the shadows nor those standing in the light need harbor any further wishful thinking!"

Lifting his gaze to sweep across the elders and sect masters of the four great sects, he was met with a sea of greedy, covetous faces. Tianming noticed that only six elders still maintained their steadfast integrity, among them Luan Tianfeng and Le Zhengsheng, who had just descended.

"Hmph! Such evasion, pure and utter evasion... Absolute nonsense! Do you take us for three-year-old children? Even immortals are exceedingly rare in this realm, let alone the mythical gods of legends. Even if what you say were true, why are you still nothing more than a mortal vessel to this day?!"

Before the Heavenly Sword Sect Master, Tian Haoming, could speak, Gongzhong Ruixin of the Huahan Sect let out a grimace of utter distortion, his face contorted with fury as he pointed a trembling finger and began to curse loudly, looking immensely imposing.

"Hehe, Gongzhong Ruixin, for a sect master, you truly display an appalling lack of even the most basic common sense. Ancient times—do you have any concept of how many ages have passed since then? Bloodlines inevitably thin out tremendously over such vast stretches of time, and even gods are no exception." Hearing this, Tianming shook his head with a trace of disappointment and let out a sneer.

"You... You're talking utter nonsense! Thinning bloodline? I see you are simply a raving madman. Even if your ancestor was a god, let alone an immortal, what of it? You possess merely the cultivation realm of the first tier of Spirit Severing. Do you take this sect master's position to be mere decoration?!"

Mocked for his ignorance in front of so many people and pinned under the gaze of the crowd, Gongzhong Ruixin's face flushed a dark, furious crimson. Instantly, an overwhelming aura of Golden Core might erupted from his body.

High in the sky, a terrifying pressure came crushing down from the heavens!

The ground beneath collapsed instantly, and the surrounding energy boiled violently. Under the influence of the Law of Wood, the towering outline of a colossal ancient tree materialized behind Gongzhong Ruixin, enveloping the entire arena as wave after wave of razor-sharp shockwaves pressed relentlessly downward.

"...Laughable. The dignified master of the Huahan Sect is capable of nothing more than self-deception."

Witnessing this, Tianming let out a cold snort as the Kaitian Sun-Shooting Bow materialized in his hands. The moment the divine bow entered the world, the towering Golden Core pressure was abruptly dimmed beneath its fiery, sun-like radiance.

Buzz, buzz, buzz!!!

As the Kaitian Bow bloomed with increasing brilliance, as if sensing the fierce fighting spirit burning within Tianming's heart, a transparent, searing arrow of piercing light slowly took form and materialized in his hands. The arrow's tip flickered with a biting, bone-chilling cold light, as though it could pierce through all things in existence.

A roar from the ancient era echoed across the horizons as the scorching bowstring was drawn back to its limit.

"What is that? It's terrifying!"

"I have never witnessed such a horrifying bow before. Is this an immortal artifact or a divine treasure?!"

"Why is this demonic cultivator so immensely powerful? Could it be that the Central Divine Continent is truly beyond saving?"

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As Tianming drew the Kaitian Sun-Shooting Bow, cries of terror and shock swept across the surroundings like a roaring mountain torrent. Gongzhong Ruixin, meanwhile, stood pale-faced in midair, trembling violently and not daring to act rashly, terrified that the black-robed figure below would unleash an arrow right at him.

This is outrageous! He actually dares to make a move right in front of me!

"Elders of the various sects, the survival of our continent now hangs in the balance. I earnestly ask five of you—Wang Fan, Le Zhengsheng, Qin Yu, and Luan Tianfeng—to accompany me and subdue this demonic cultivator." Gazing with extreme apprehension as the divine bow's offensive power grew increasingly ferocious, Tian Haoming turned around, bowed deeply, and saluted the elders on either side.

"Sect Master Haoming is too polite. Demonic cultivators are the common enemy of all, and it is our inescapable duty to eradicate them!"

Accompanied by a voice as gentle and ethereal as an orchid echoing from a quiet valley, four figures flashed in from the four directions of the upper sky. Each of them possessed a profound and fathomless aura, hidden and unreadable. The first to speak was Qin Yu, Master of the Water Dream Sect, whose cultivation had reached the fourth tier of the Golden Core realm.

"Elder Qin Yu speaks truly!" Hearing Qin Yu voice her agreement, the other three Golden Core elders smiled and nodded in unison.

"Wait!!!"

While he was originally standing to the side, pondering why this person possessed the token of Xun Tianxiao, a sudden voice sent a wave of ominous foreboding through his heart, prompting him to step forward and block Tian Haoming's path without the slightest hesitation.

"Elder Tianfeng, what is the meaning of this?" Frowning deeply, Tian Haoming asked in astonishment.

"Sect Master Haotian, could you spare this person's life? He may actually harbor no malicious intent toward our continent whatsoever. I sincerely hope the Sect Master will reconsider. Driving him to complete desperation will bring us no benefit. Furthermore, if he truly wished to engage in a wholesale slaughter, I fear this place would already be strewn with countless casualties."

Seeing the four elders approach, Tian Haoming had just been about to step forward to greet them when he was abruptly intercepted by Luan Tianfeng. Luan Tianfeng dropped to one knee on the ground, his expression an unreadable mix of complexity; perhaps even he had no certainty left in his own heart.

Insolence!

Before Luan Tianfeng could finish, Tian Haoming's face hardened with severity as he interrupted him: "You are utterly confused! You know full well that he is a practitioner of dark arts and demonic ways, utterly incompatible with us. At a juncture like this, you actually dare utter such words? If the Huahan Sect were to overhear this, do you have any idea what the consequences would be? Or perhaps you believe I have grown so aged that I can no longer perceive your little tricks?"

"Hmph! Cast aside these thoughts at once. I shall pretend you never spoke those words." Having said this, Tian Haoming let out a cold snort, swept past Luan Tianfeng, and hurried off to rendezvous with the other four elders.

Sigh...

Rising to his feet and watching the departing figure of Tian Haoming, Luan Tianfeng shook his head with a heavy sigh before reluctantly following after him.

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"Hehe, so this is the master of the Huahan Sect, the very tail-end of the four great sects! In my eyes, you are nothing special after all. What, did my words strike too close to home, causing you to fly into a rage out of humiliation?"

Casting a cold glance at Gongzhong Ruixin, Tianming felt a strange absence of restraint in his heart at that moment—perhaps because he was entirely unfamiliar with this man, or perhaps due to their mutual animosity. Amidst a resonant dragon's roar, the arrow at his fingertips was unleashed with a earth-shattering boom.

God-Hunter!

Lifespan reduced by fifty years!

Having passed through the lifespan-draining arrow shaft, the attack became even more unfathomably divine and majestic. The very instant the bow was fired, Tianming collapsed limply onto the ground as though every ounce of strength had been drained from his body, and the bow in his hand vanished into a secondary spatial dimension.

"...The tail-end of the sect? Damnable wretch—wait, you cannot fully control the power of this divine artifact after all! What a pity; if your cultivation had reached the Golden Core realm, perhaps we truly would not dare to act against you. But as things stand now—"

Gongzhong Ruixin stared angrily at the battered figure below for a split second before laughing uproariously and joining the five rays of light ahead of him.

Swiftly!

Beneath the radiant glow of six Golden Cores, surging elemental energy from heaven and earth was drawn in from all directions, shrouding the entire sky in thick, roiling black clouds as thunderous peals echoed across the firmament.

The sturdiness of Metal!
The restorative power of Wood!
The rejuvenation of Water!
The blazing fury of Fire!

In the blink of an eye, the four-colored barrier became virtually indestructible under the fusion of these four elemental forces!

"Central Divine Continent, emerge victorious!"

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In that instant, amidst the expectant gazes and admiring cheers rising from the spectator stands!

The six imposing elders swiftly enveloped the entire arena within a circular four-colored array. After all, offense might be the best defense, but as sect masters and elders, they had to account for the lives of their disciples below!

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Watching the gigantic four-colored barrier cover the sky overhead, Tianming felt a profound sense of internal conflict. He simultaneously hoped that his attack would be successfully blocked by the six elders, yet also yearged for his arrow to pierce right through their defenses.

"...They will manage to block it, won't they?"

Although this arrow technique was plain and lacked the earth-shattering devastation of the fifth form, the hunting and killing power contained within it could not be underestimated. Tianming could feel the soul-deep cry of the arrow, and he could not help but feel a twinge of worry for these elders and sect masters.

Wait! What about that token given by Sect Master Xiao?

"Brother Chu, I trust you have been well. Leave the rest to us!"

What?!

Suddenly, as though a thought had struck him, he frantically reached out to pull the token from his chest. However, right at that moment, a plume of black Qi burst forth from beneath the ground, plunging his vision into total darkness before he even had time to react.