Immortal weapon refiner

Chapter 1133 Ultimate Melee
Darkness, loneliness, and coldness.

Having lost control of his body, this was all Li Qing's soul could feel. From a third-person perspective, he quietly watched in an unknown, dark space as the Demon Lord completely took control of his body.

Although it wasn't possession, it was even more painful than possession.

At this moment, he and the Demon Lord are in a symbiotic relationship, equivalent to two souls in one body, but only one willpower is dominant, while the other willpower must be suppressed.

Numerous causal threads were densely wrapped around Li Qing's soul, suppressing him firmly within his sea of ​​consciousness, making it impossible for him to regain control of his physical body.

Over the years, he has increased his lifespan by a great deal through weapon crafting, but he has also consumed a large amount of his lifespan. Each time he recklessly squanders his lifespan, a thread of cause and effect is generated.

Li Qing tried several times to reverse the control of the causal threads in order to regain control, but to no avail. He couldn't even interfere with the Demon Lord's actions.

It should be noted that the will that revived in his sea of ​​consciousness was once known as a half-step Dao Ancestor of Cause and Effect at its peak in life, with the immortal name of Causal Immortal Venerable. He had long since mastered the laws of cause and effect. In this realm, how could Li Qing possibly defeat the Demon Venerable?

Every gift from fate comes with a hidden price. And Li Qing, at this moment, paid that price with everything he had.

Even though he was trapped in this deadly situation, Li Qing did not give up. He tried to break free from the shackles of the causal threads while observing everything happening in the outside world.

At this moment, the Demon Lord had already rushed into the void beyond the nine heavens. He ignored the gusts of wind blowing from the heavens and sped towards the void.

Before long, a vast void battlefield appeared in front of them. The two-world battlefield that had disappeared from Tianyuan Continent had actually appeared here.

Now, an altar has appeared in the center of this battlefield between the two worlds, and at the highest point of the altar is a huge, dark golden cauldron.

Within this enormous, dark golden square cauldron, a vast number of living souls were being refined. Whether they were beings from the demon realm or the spirit realm, they were all being absorbed into this giant cauldron after their deaths.

"Those ancestors of the Demon Realm were ruthless enough. In order to pinpoint the location of that Chaos Immortal Treasure, they actually used the battlefield between the two realms as the place to cast their spells, sacrificing so many souls."

On the altar, beams of light were drawn and reflected in the void, forming a star-studded picture. In the most prominent place in the picture was the location of the Chaos Immortal Treasure!
Watching all this, the Demon Lord slowly raised his hand, and strands of spiritual light intertwined in his palm.

The next moment, an endless beam of clear light was released from his palm. In an instant, the entire battlefield between the two realms trembled under his attack, as if it were about to collapse.

But after a long while, the battlefield between the two worlds still did not disintegrate.

"The cultivation level of the early stage of Mahayana is still a bit too much to ask for," the Demon Lord murmured, having somehow activated the power of the Law of Cause and Effect.

The law of cause and effect emerged from his hands and condensed into a celestial sword at an extremely fast speed.

This is a sword of cause and effect, capable of severing causal connections. Only those who have cultivated the Way of Cause and Effect to a level of unparalleled mastery can wield this technique.

The Demon Lord swung the Sword of Cause and Effect towards the vast void battlefield ahead, and the power of laws erupted from its blade.

Boom!

In an instant, all causal connections between the entire battlefield between the two realms and the world were severed, and the dark golden cauldron enshrined on the altar inside collapsed with a crash, releasing countless souls from it.

And the star map imprinted in the void also suddenly disappeared!

"You're courting death! How dare you damage the altar!" A voice filled with boundless rage rang out, and a figure exuding a heavy demonic aura stepped out from the void.

In the mid-stage of Mahayana, he was a holy ancestor of the demon realm, extremely powerful, and possessed profound demonic arts.

The Demon Lord paid no attention to any of this. His expression remained indifferent, as if the person who had come was not a powerful and supreme Demon Ancestor, but merely an insignificant ant.

With a casual flourish, he unleashed the Sword of Cause and Effect once more, severely injuring the Demon Ancestor, a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator, whose demonic body even began to disintegrate.

The latter was utterly horrified, staring in terror at the towering figure standing in the void. For a moment, he even felt that this person's strength far surpassed that of the great progenitors of the Demon Realm.

"Who are you? Even a late-stage Mahayana cultivator couldn't possibly comprehend the laws to this extent."

The Demon Lord did not answer his question, but casually said, "The so-called late-stage Mahayana you mentioned is still just a mortal being. Is that so great?"

Upon hearing this, the Demon Realm Saint Ancestor, who had been severely injured, revealed a look of horror in his eyes. He clearly sensed that this was just a human in the early stage of Mahayana cultivation. Could it be that he had already entered the legendary realm of supreme immortality?
The Demon Lord had no intention of wasting any more time here. He turned around and took a step, easily traversing the boundless void.

With just one step, he traversed an immeasurable distance, as if the four corners of the universe were beneath his feet.

In the void beyond the heavens, figures exuding terrifying auras are sealing off a small chaotic world.

"This is the place the star map points to, a chaotic little world that has stopped evolving. It is very likely that the immortal treasure that was predicted is hidden here."

Soon, a gigantic, boundless demonic eye opened from the void. The demonic eye, containing endless demonic energy, gazed upon this chaotic little world, as if trying to see through all the illusions and realities of this chaotic little world.

Unfortunately, chaos blocked all detection, and even this late-stage Mahayana demon ancestor could not see through it.

"Nie Yuan, can you see anything different?" A clear voice rang out again, and suddenly, dreamlike bubbles appeared in the void of the universe, each bubble seemingly containing a world.

The Primordial Ancestor from the Demon Realm closed his demonic eyes and sneered, "Can't see anything, Nightmare? Why don't you use your Dream Entry ability to enter this realm and explore?"

A dreamlike bubble sank into this chaotic miniature world, and the Nightmare Ancestor personally began to explore this peculiar chaotic miniature world.

Before long, the Nightmare Progenitor responded without a trace of emotion: "The chaotic mist inside has completely solidified. Not only has it stopped evolving, but it's as if time itself has been frozen inside."

The Primordial Ancestor of Nirvana agreed, "Yes, it does seem like time has been frozen. Could it be that a chaotic immortal treasure related to time is hidden inside?"

When it comes to things related to time, even the most powerful ancestors of the Demon Realm, who have looked down upon the Demon Realm for countless ages, dare not act rashly.

"Six Paths, use your Primordial Chaos Demon Cauldron to refine this realm and take it with you," another Demon Realm Ancestor said in a deep voice.

In the void, the Six Paths Ancestor did not make a move, but instead mocked, "You all have complete Chaos Demonic Treasures in your hands. If you want to find out the truth, then take action yourselves."

For a moment, none of the demon realm's progenitors dared to act rashly, but instead sealed off this realm to prevent any celestial treasures that might exist within from escaping. Just then, another powerful being crossed over, and several terrifying spiritual pressures descended from one after another.

"So, the reason for launching such a brutal war between the two worlds was all for the treasure hidden here?"

With a thunderous voice, a powerful being with three eyes and six arms descended. Ling Xuzi of the Three-Eyed Sacred Clan was one of the most powerful beings in the Spirit Realm.

Closely following behind him was a golden crow engulfed in the blazing flames of the sun, its eyes like two suns, instantly illuminating the entire dark void.

The ancient ancestor of the Golden Crow Clan also had the cultivation level of the late Mahayana stage, and his strength was definitely not weaker than that of a pure-blooded Primordial True Spirit!
The late-stage Mahayana powerhouses from the Spirit Realm have arrived. Each one of them is a peerless being renowned throughout history, and their every move can cause the entire Spirit Realm to shake.

The meeting of the most powerful beings from both realms is an extremely rare occurrence throughout history. If they were to truly engage in combat, this entire void would be plunged back into chaos.

This is a battlefield in the late Mahayana stage; even beings in the mid-Mahayana stage are not qualified to get involved.

"Quack! Quack! Quack!"

One after another, black-feathered ravens flew over and headed towards the chaotic miniature world.

None of the demon ancestors intervened; instead, they coldly watched as the ravens rushed into this chaotic little world.

Before long, the harsh, piercing cawing of the ravens disappeared, as if it had never existed.

“This chaotic miniature world is quite interesting. The raven didn’t die after entering, but it couldn’t move. No wonder those old demons didn’t go in; there’s something strange about it.” An old man covered in black feathers walked out.

Raven Lord! The strongest being in the desolate continent of the Spirit Realm, with a cultivation level of the late Mahayana stage!
The scene fell silent. Although they knew the celestial treasure was in the Chaotic Minor Realm, no one dared to take it, fearing that they would be affected by the strange laws of time. No one wanted to be tainted by such a peculiar law.

The two top experts on either side were at odds with each other and were wary of one another, making a fight unlikely.

"Those old ghosts from the spirit world are really getting in the way." The Six Paths Ancestor became somewhat dissatisfied, wondering how much time would be wasted if things continued like this.

However, the powerful figures from the spirit realm remained unmoved, simply retreating to a distance to watch without taking any action.

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate, releasing waves of terrifying pressure that caused the void to tremble continuously.

Finally, the powerful figures on both sides could not hold back any longer, and a massive battle of the late-stage Mahayana realm, a feat rarely seen in history, began.

boom!
A primordial demonic cauldron, radiating boundless demonic energy, shattered space and crashed down upon all the powerful figures of the spirit realm.

He immediately used the Chaos Demon Treasure, a supreme treasure of the demon realm wielded by the Six Paths Ancestor, whose power is comparable to the Chaos Treasure of the Spirit Realm.

Once caught in it, even a powerful expert in the late Mahayana stage would find it difficult to fare well.

However, these Mahayana cultivators from the Spirit Realm were not easy targets. They immediately appeared tens of thousands of miles away, avoiding the suppression of the demonic cauldron.

The Nightmare Progenitor also made her move. The laws of dreams, under her control, transformed into countless bubbles, densely filling this void.

The Raven Lord from the desolate continent of the spirit realm released hundreds of thousands of ravens, each one fearlessly charging towards these bubbles containing dreams.

"Nightmare, give this old Daoist a few beautiful dreams of becoming an immortal to help him take a nap." Raven Lord chuckled, but he kept avoiding the dream bubbles rushing towards him, not touching a single one. They contained the power of the laws of dreams, and even if he touched one, he would most likely sink into the dream.

The Nightmare Progenitor is clad in an illusory demonic armor, engraved with dreamlike Daoist patterns that induce drowsiness at a glance. His face is veiled by a black gauze, revealing only a pair of crystal-clear, jade-like eyes, whose pupils seem to hold one dream after another, drawing people in irresistibly.

She stretched out her long, snow-white hand and gently formed a mudra.

In the next instant, all the dream bubbles in the void suddenly burst open, and the dreams hidden inside were also released. Under the control of the nightmare, all the dreams converged into a torrent, overwhelming and crashing towards Raven Lord.

Raven Lord's black feathers scattered, transforming into countless ravens that soared into the sky, while his true form vanished without a trace.

The vast torrent of dreams engulfed most of the ravens, who drifted along as if in a deep slumber, but a small number managed to escape.

Soon, these ravens transformed into one black-feathered figure after another, watching the Nightmare Progenitor with amusement.

"I won't touch anything that's not a dream of becoming an immortal."

Compared to the battle between the Nightmare Ancestor and Raven Lord, the battles between other late-stage Mahayana powerhouses were much more intense. Every collision could shatter heaven and earth, with demonic energy and spiritual light intertwined and constantly obliterating the three thousand Great Dao Laws of heaven and earth.

Rumble!
The terrifying aftershocks of power seemed to be creating the world, and the entire void appeared to be returning to chaos.

The Six Paths Ancestor was not the only one who possessed the Demon Realm's supreme treasures; the other ancestors also possessed supreme treasures, and they all began to use them at this moment.

Ling Xuzi's opponent was the Rakshasa Ancestor. Both of them possessed supreme treasures, and the fluctuations from their battles were extremely shocking, even annihilating the void.

However, outside this incredibly chaotic battlefield, a figure silently approached, moving closer to the chaotic miniature world at the center of the battlefield.

Strangely, none of the top experts at the late Mahayana stage present noticed this suddenly intruding figure; they all ignored him.

Just as this figure arrived outside the Chaos Minor Realm, the causal threads wrapped around him suddenly twitched briefly again, seemingly affecting his movements.

At this moment, his existence could no longer be hidden and he was immediately seen by a group of late-stage Mahayana cultivators.

"This kid," the Demon Lord shook his head helplessly.

The human at the early stage of Mahayana cultivation was quickly noticed by all the powerful figures. They no longer paid attention to what this human near the Chaos Minor World was trying to do. In their eyes, a mere early stage Mahayana cultivation was nothing to be afraid of.

And it was this very human race, whom they disregarded, who was in the early stages of the Mahayana realm, who actually leaped down towards the Chaos Minor Realm that they feared!

(End of this chapter)