Chapter Seventy-Two: Come, Do It Yourself

When this figure appeared, the previous laziness suddenly gave way to gravity. He spoke calmly, “Which fellow cultivator is tormenting my grandson?”

These words left both Niu Ding and the first figure awkward, for despite the presence of Wuyun Immortal, he was still addressed as ‘fellow cultivator.’

But as soon as Wuyun spoke, all three bulls were stunned.

“Is Little Bibi’s sweetheart here? Mirror Heaven’s Charging Ox.”

“That’s right, I am from the Charging Ox Clan, Mirror Heaven!” Mirror Heaven’s expression was calm, but his son, Qi Shan the Immortal King, trembled, nearly fainting.

Before Qi Shan could curse, a mysterious Dao chant sounded. Mirror Heaven’s Charging Ox snorted and waited while Bitao the Imperial Serpent’s divine sense, summoned to the scene, discovered him.

Mirror Heaven had thought Bitao and this youth were acquainted. Unexpectedly, when Bitao’s divine sense noticed Mirror Heaven was also present, she was infuriated. “You dead cow, what’s your relationship with this brat? If you can’t give me a clear answer, the Charging Ox Clan will be cut off from this day forward!”

Mirror Heaven’s Charging Ox was dumbfounded. So this youth wasn’t here as his backer, but another enemy!

“With you two here, I’ll speak plainly. You, cow, take a look at my formation diagram. Which great sect does it belong to?”

Mirror Heaven examined it carefully, rummaged through his memory, and said somewhat uncertainly, “It looks a bit like the Mountain-Guardian Formation of the Luoshen Three Rivers Sect.”

Wuyun rolled his eyes. Was the formation so ancient it had been forgotten?

Bitao’s divine sense circled for a while, and when it reached its peak, it receded. After a moment, her divine sense returned—this time, laughter accompanied it.

“The long-lost Ethereal Immortal Sect of the stars, it’s been hundreds of thousands of years, hasn’t it? Their sect leader was unfilial, left on an expedition with the sect’s great treasure, and vanished. Such a fine sect fell to ruin, besieged and destroyed among the stars. Who would have thought the sect’s treasure would reappear?”

Her laughter was full of allure, but Wuyun was unmoved. Bitao continued, “If the Ethereal Immortal Sect still existed, I would show due respect and seek friendly ties. But now, you come bearing a rare treasure. That blade—surely it hails from the divine realm?”

Mirror Heaven’s heart skipped a beat. He hadn’t expected even such a hidden matter to be discovered. Anything from the divine realm, even a mere stone, would cause a storm if it fell into the immortal world.

And this was a divine blade…

Niu Ding was stunned—a divine blade? His father Qi Shan was shocked as well. A blade from the divine realm?

“A bloodbath is about to descend upon the Third Immortal World. Can’t you see it? When that happens, even Immortal Emperors must enter the cycle of rebirth, their souls scattered, never to ascend again.” Wuyun spoke as if relating a tale, and with a wave of his hand, drew the blood-soaked group back to the center of the formation.

He added, “Not just your Immortal World, but all the so-called Three Thousand Immortal Worlds are searching for me. Soon, news of the search for me will spread.”

Wuyun pointed, and the Immortal Emperor’s immortal artifact that had ambushed him in the spatial passageway appeared as an image.

“The divine artifact is yours—do you dare take it?”

This blatant provocation sent Bitao into deep thought. Then, the winds shifted and the entire glacier trembled—she was using her divine sense to form a formation, attempting to trap Wuyun.

Negotiations had broken down. Mirror Heaven also erupted with power, reflecting a mysterious force from his mirror.

This force was a soul-piercing light, extracted from a superior second-grade immortal artifact, mingled with a trace of imperial might, designed to attack the soul.

He had held back until now, but this strike was lethal, aiming to kill Wuyun and seize the artifact.

In an instant, Wuyun was engulfed by the soul-piercing light, his figure obscured.

Everyone was worried, while Old Third Bear’s gaze brimmed with respect for Wuyun—by exposing the divine blade, he had thrown the trackers and sponsors of the Saintly Tyrant into chaos.

Imagine, when this news spread, any Immortal Emperor who tried to cross realms to seek Wuyun would find no success.

Bitao would surely hide Wuyun’s whereabouts—she wanted the divine blade for herself.

This was a blade capable of igniting a storm of bloodshed in the immortal world.

And Wuyun was the orchestrator of this coming disaster.

As time passed, the glow around Wuyun faded. Suddenly, after the assault, his cultivation soared to the early Great Immortal stage.

Mirror Heaven looked puzzled, while Bitao burst into delighted laughter, her divine sense resounding again: “You dead cow, seal off the entire Dragon-Extinguishing Star. No one leaves, only entry is allowed.”

“I… I’m still in seclusion, right?” Mirror Heaven dared not object, agreed, and vanished.

Qi Shan, after a few words to Niu Ding, also disappeared.

For a moment, Niu Ding was left in a daze. Then, the newly ascended Great Immortal Wuyun pointed at the roasting beef and said, “Come, serve yourself!”

Serve himself? Niu Ding felt faint.

Each realm was like a mountain. Now that he had reached the Great Immortal stage, Wuyun felt clear-headed and refreshed, his whole body brimming with the soul-piercing light—a rare substance he urgently needed.

“It’s just a bit too dangerous,” Wuyun remarked. The others had grown numb, and Greenleaf was already beside himself with fear—would the Imperial Serpent descend in person and perhaps sacrifice him against her?

With Wuyun’s ascension, Niu Ding sank into despair. Then, an oppressive force swept over him—he was locked in a sealed space, forced to watch himself cut a chunk of flesh to roast and feed Wuyun.

Wuyun ate with great relish, while Yue Qi spat out each bite, complaining the beef was too tough.

No matter what, after surviving the ordeal, the entire glacier was shrouded in a powerful consciousness, while Wuyun opened a passage and strode away.

Soon after, the whole Dragon-Extinguishing Star, also known as Dragonbane Star, was placed under strict lockdown—entry only, no exit.

Bitao the Imperial Serpent descended, sending an avatar to search, but finding nothing, she fell silent. Who could have guessed that Wuyun would slip so easily past the divine sense blockade, vanishing without a trace?

In the depths of space, those who had escaped within the formation were still savoring the tender beef from the unconscious Niu Ding.

Around Dragonbane Star clustered many planets—small, yet each was guarded by at least a peak Immortal King.

“Are these the stellar particles that erase everything in space?” Long Yi gazed at the erupting stellar particles, feeling helpless. After these bursts, space would descend into chaos, and even the most dangerous regions would shift unpredictably.

As the group lost their bearings, a spatial force pursued Wuyun, slowly drawing nearer. The force revealed itself—a shuttle’s tip, gleaming, a superior second-grade immortal artifact, shrieking through the void.

Who could have pursued from Dragonbane Star?

Bitao and Mirror Heaven were impossible—they would have left to temper themselves after reaching the Immortal Emperor stage, to amass power and safeguard their realms.

Aside from them, Dragonbane Star harbored only a handful of Immortal Kings, perhaps ten at most. Upon reaching the peak, each would govern a planet and draw on its power for further cultivation.

“The Ten-Tailed Fox Immortal King!” Within the formation, Wuyun glanced back at the inescapable tail. Even if he forced open a spatial passage, the artifact would pursue relentlessly.

Wuyun appeared calm. In space, the formation’s speed had reached its peak—so long as he kept shifting positions, he could elude the shuttle artifact’s lock-on.