The Qi Cultivation Emperor Who Snatches Brides, do you think you're funny?

Ninety thousand bloody cracks appeared in the sky above the Xuanhuang Emperor Star, each one flowing with golden-red magma formed from the laws of the immortal realm.

The star tracker exploded on the Taixu Star Observation Platform with a deafening roar. The Heavenly Mystery Pavilion Master was thrown to the ground by the backlash of immortal energy, his withered fingers digging deeply into the Xuanjing ground: "A terrible omen! A terrible omen!"

Wherever the beam of immortal power traversed the star field, the three thousand laws melted away like spring snow. The Big Dipper Star Field, closest to the Xuanhuang Emperor Star, bore the brunt. The beings in the seven ancient inherited stars didn't even have time to scream before their life essence was drained and they turned into dried corpses. The remaining members of Venerable Star Skeleton's clan attempted to resist with the Star Array, but they all exploded the moment the immortal power pressed down, their flesh and blood condensing into a giant "Sacrifice" character in the void.

"It's a blood sacrifice for immortals!"

"Enough with the noise!" The powerful immortal flicked his finger, shattering three ancient life stars. "I, Lingxiao Immortal Lord, was merely ambushed on the battlefield between immortals and demons." He suddenly grinned maliciously and grabbed at the Xuanhuang Emperor Star. "Once I devour the origin of this great world, I will definitely refine those scum into immortal puppets!"

The entire Milky Way began to distort, and all the stars were forcibly dragged toward the Xuanhuang Emperor Star.

The Xuanhuang Emperor Star is wailing.

Wherever that celestial power that traversed the galaxy passed, space folded like crumpled rice paper, and seventeen satellites along its path turned to dust in the aftershocks.

The women stuffed children into the fissures in the earth's veins, while they themselves knelt before the cracked altar, weeping and praying—their blood droplets floated into eerie runes, attempting to awaken the slumbering ancestral spirits.

The nine golden crow totems of the Nine Suns Holy Land simultaneously wept blood. The Holy Lord tore open his chest and pressed his heart to the center of the sundial: "Ancestors above!"

The burning heart activated the ancient restriction, and nine golden pillars of the sun rose from the ground, forming an incomplete celestial constellation array in the sky.

The fleeing disciples suddenly froze, their shadows being drawn away by the formation and transformed into fuel that flowed into the light screen.

In the three thousand Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Lands, the eight-jeweled lotus thrones crumbled inch by inch.

The senior monk cut open his palm and used his golden blood to write the Mahaparinirvana Sutra in the void.

With each flash of Sanskrit text, an Arhat would transform into a golden statue. When writing "no self," the old monk's arms were already white as bones, yet he continued to burn relics to continue writing the sutra.

The dragon vein of the Central Plains Dynasty let out a dying roar.

The emperor trembled as he removed his crown, and the twelve strings of jade beads fell to the ground and shattered.

The Imperial Seal of the State flew automatically to the Imperial Ancestral Temple, and the phantom images of each emperor emerged from their memorial tablets, transforming into a nine-clawed golden dragon that coiled around the crumbling nation's fortune.

The permafrost of the Northern Desert began to boil. The Forbidden Lord of the Heavenly Desert tore off his ice crystal mask, revealing half of his skeletal face: "In the end... I couldn't escape it after all."

He detonated the extremely cold Dao Fruit he had cultivated for 100,000 years, freezing the entire forbidden zone into an ice shield.

The cold pupils of the celestial beings were reflected on the crystal-clear ice surface.

When that immortal power was less than ten thousand miles from the Earth's surface, Li Xuan tore open a dimension and descended.

His right foot shattered the ripples in the void, while his left fingertips danced with the dawn captured from the long river of time.

All the burning, collapsing, and praying power of the Xuanhuang Emperor Star was suddenly drawn by some great force, condensing into a huge "乂" character above the starry sky.

"Pop—"

The torrent of celestial power crashed against the barrier built by the sparks of civilization, producing only the soft sound of dewdrops falling to the ground.

Li Xuan's green robe billowed, and the phantoms of the Three Thousand Great Realms flowed between his sleeves.

The dust from those satellites shattered by the powerful beings of the immortal realm is now reforming behind him.

"Stubborn to the end." The celestial being wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, a miniature celestial realm collapsing in his palm. "I have been hunted for three million light-years by powerful beings from the other shore; how could you possibly..."

The words stopped abruptly.

Li Xuan had somehow appeared face to face with him, the "Calamity" sword forged from primordial divine script in his hand pressed against his pulsating immortal energy.

The sword reflected the disheveled state of the immortals as they fled—a shattered crown, a blood-stained immortal robe, and the crumbling immortal gate behind them.

"Scars on the other side?" Li Xuan's sword twirled slightly, picking out a wisp of gray mist swirling around the Immortal Source. "No wonder you were able to escape here."

The immortal powerhouse's pupils constricted sharply, and he activated the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top in an attempt to escape.

But then Li Xuan made a fist with his left hand, and time in the entire star field suddenly reversed by thirty breaths.

The immortal soul that had just dispersed was forcibly pulled back into the body, and even the incantation for self-destruction was recited backwards.

“This sword is named ‘Burial of Immortals’.” Li Xuan ran his fingers along the spine of the sword, and the character “乂” engraved on it lit up.

As the sword fell, immortal blood stained the thirty-six layers of the sky. The splattered blood droplets transformed into crimson meteors, which ignited seven dead stars in their path, turning them into temporary suns.

The final roar of the celestial beings echoed through the starry sky: "The other shore is approaching. You are all..."

Li Xuan flicked the remaining blood off his sword.

On the Xuanhuang Emperor Star, everyone who witnessed Li Xuan slaying the powerful immortals was deeply shocked, as if time itself had frozen at that moment.

In the Nine Suns Holy Land, the Holy Lord who had been struggling to maintain order and organize defenses now stared wide-eyed, his expression frozen in disbelief. "Emperor Tai Xuan... he actually killed a powerful figure from the Immortal Realm? This... this is beyond imagination!" he murmured to himself, his voice trembling slightly. It was a mixture of shock at Li Xuan's strength and a complex mix of fear and awe towards the unknown Immortal Realm.

The young disciples in the sacred ground, their initial fear instantly replaced by ecstatic joy and worship. "The Great Emperor is too powerful! Even the strongest immortals are so easily defeated before him!" A young male disciple, his face flushed with excitement, waved his hands as if to release all his pent-up emotion. "Yes, the Great Emperor is our god! With the Great Emperor here, what do we have to fear!" Another female disciple, her eyes glistening with tears of emotion, spoke in a voice filled with boundless reverence for Li Xuan.

In the Western Buddhist sect, the high monks who had been exerting all their strength to resist the immortal power stopped what they were doing and looked in Li Xuan's direction, their eyes filled with shock and awe. "Amitabha, the Great Emperor Tai Xuan's actions are truly immeasurable merit. To be able to kill a powerful immortal is a divine power that ordinary people cannot attain." An old monk with white hair clasped his hands together, chanting incantations, his wrinkled face trembling slightly with excitement.

The gaunt old monk in the Sutra Repository was trembling with excitement. "Emperor Taixuan, this is truly a genius! Immortal Realm experts, beings that countless people dream of but can never reach, are like ants in his hands. It seems that the world's格局 (geju, a concept encompassing the overall structure and overall situation) is truly about to be completely changed because of the Emperor."

In the Central Plains Dynasty, the emperor abruptly rose from his dragon throne, his eyes filled with shock and excitement. "Emperor Tai Xuan, truly a pillar of our human race! With such strength, how can we fear the decline of our human race?" His voice echoed in the vast hall, and the assembled officials, regaining their senses, erupted in enthusiastic cheers. "Long live the Emperor! Long live the human race!" Cheers rose and fell, the despair and fear that had filled the court instantly vanishing, replaced by boundless hope for the future. In the Northern Desert Forbidden Zone, the Supreme Being and other powerful figures of the Heavenly Desert Forbidden Zone, their previously cold faces now showing shock. "Emperor Tai Xuan, he's actually this powerful… It seems our previous understanding of him was far too shallow." The Supreme Being of the Heavenly Desert Forbidden Zone shook his head slightly, his eyes filled with both astonishment at Li Xuan's strength and a hint of relief that he hadn't previously become Li Xuan's enemy.

"Indeed, with such strength, even the Immortal Realm would probably have to be wary of him," a burly and powerful figure echoed, his eyes filled with awe.

At the Sacred Land of Inviting Spirits in the Southern Ridge, the Holy Lord's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes. "Emperor Tai Xuan has indeed not disappointed us. His strength has surpassed our imagination. With him protecting the Xuanhuang Universe, our Sacred Land of the Southern Ridge can be much more secure."

The old man gathering herbs in the sacred Spirit Valley was so moved that tears streamed down his face. "Emperor Tai Xuan is truly the savior of humanity! Even the powerful beings of the Immortal Realm are no match for him. Who can threaten the survival of our human race in the future?"

Throughout the entire Xuanhuang Emperor Star, both ordinary people and powerful figures from various factions were awestruck by Li Xuan's feat of slaying a powerful immortal. People's initial fear and despair quickly transformed into excitement, exhilaration, and boundless admiration for Li Xuan.

In a bustling city, people on the street stopped what they were doing, looked up at the sky, and discussed among themselves. "Emperor Taixuan is too powerful. I thought we were doomed this time, but I didn't expect that the Emperor could actually kill a powerful immortal!" a middle-aged man said excitedly.

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At the same time, Li Xuan looked up at the end of the path to immortality.

There stood 100,000 heavenly soldiers arrayed in formation, and on the chariot pulled by nine five-clawed golden dragons at the very front sat the Celestial Emperor with vertical pupils on his forehead.

What the Immortal Emperor was playing with were three nascent universes that were wailing in agony.

"Perfect timing!" Li Xuan swung his sword and let out a long roar, as seventy-two illusory figures of ancient human sages appeared behind him. "It saves me the trouble of going to the Immortal Realm to collect debts!"

A bronze chain suddenly emerged from the void rift and wrapped around Li Xuan's ankle.

At the end of the chains, the blurry figure of a powerful figure could be vaguely seen.

As the chariot pulled by nine five-clawed golden dragons slowly descended from the path to immortality, the entire Xuanhuang Universe seemed unable to withstand this terrifying pressure.

Space, like fragile glass, began to show countless cracks, each crack emanating chaotic mist that seemed poised to devour the entire universe.

The stars in the universe seem to be stirred up by an invisible hand, their orbits disordered, colliding with each other, bursting out with dazzling light, but then extinguishing in an instant, turning into dust in the universe.

The Celestial Emperor of the Celestial Realm sat upright in his chariot, his expression indifferent. The vertical pupil between his brows emitted an eerie light, as if it could see through all things in the world.

Behind him, 100,000 heavenly soldiers stood in neat formation, their celestial armor gleaming with a cold light, and the divine weapons in their hands exuding a chilling killing intent.

This immense power of the immortal realm, like a dark cloud, shrouded the Xuanhuang universe, giving people a suffocating sense of oppression.

"This tiny world dares to try and stop the advance of my Immortal Realm?" The Immortal Emperor sneered, his voice booming like a bell, echoing throughout the universe, filled with boundless contempt. He casually toyed with the three nascent universes in his hand, their inhabitants emitting desperate wails. In his eyes, these universes were nothing more than insignificant playthings.

"Hmph, a bunch of ants, yet they dare to oppose the Immortal Realm." A celestial general standing beside the Immortal Emperor had disdain in his eyes as he surveyed the Xuanhuang Universe as if looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter.

"This universe will end today." Another celestial official echoed, his tone filled with unquestionable arrogance.

In the vast universe, people looked up at this terrifying scene, their faces filled with despair.

On the Xuanhuang Emperor Star, the women's eyes, which had been praying, now looked empty and desperate.

They held their children tightly, tears welling in their eyes, but they were powerless to do anything. "Are we really going to die?" one mother sobbed softly, her voice filled with fear of death and reluctance to leave her child.

Within the Nine Suns Holy Land, the disciples' shadows, still lingering after being drawn away by the formation, watched the arrival of the celestial powerhouse, their hearts filled with despair. "It's over, we ultimately couldn't withstand it..." a young disciple murmured, his eyes losing their former luster.

The Holy Lord looked at the terrifying being in the sky, gritted his teeth, and felt unwilling. But he knew that the gap between himself and the Immortal Emperor of the Immortal Realm was like an insurmountable chasm.

In the three thousand Buddhist kingdoms of the Western Lands, the abbot, an old monk, has already turned into bones, but the relics he still burns are continuing to write the Mahaparinirvana Sutra. At this moment, under the pressure of the celestial realm, the characters are beginning to blur.

The golden statues of the Arhats trembled slightly, as if they might shatter at any moment under this oppressive force.

The monks gazed at the sky, their eyes filled with sorrow. They had dedicated their lives to worshipping Buddha, yet at this moment, they felt a profound sense of powerlessness.

In the Central Plains Dynasty, the emperor looked at the dragon vein and let out a dying roar. The national fortune maintained by the Imperial Seal and the phantom images of emperors throughout the ages was teetering on the brink of collapse under the pressure of the celestial realm.

His legs went weak, and he could barely stand. "Is this the end of the glorious history of the Central Plains Dynasty and the human race?" The emperor was filled with despair and self-reproach.

In the Northern Desert Forbidden Zone, the Heavenly Desert Forbidden Lord detonated the ice shield condensed from the Extreme Cold Dao Fruit. Under the pressure of the Immortal Realm, cracks began to appear.

The Lord of the Desert gazed at the sky, a trace of sorrow appearing in the single eye on his half-skeletal face. "In the end, I still couldn't protect it..." he murmured, his voice filled with helplessness.

Meanwhile, in other corners of the universe, living beings on various planets felt the aura of this impending catastrophe.

Some powerful races attempted to organize a final resistance, but under the terrifying pressure of the immortal realm, their resistance appeared so small and powerless.

"Hahahaha, you lowly beings, just despair to your heart's content!" The Immortal Emperor looked at the despair of the people in the Xuanhuang Universe and let out a burst of wild laughter, which was full of cruelty and pleasure.

"Immortal Emperor, why waste words with these ants? Just annihilate them!" a celestial general said impatiently.

"No rush, let them experience the taste of despair first." The Immortal Emperor's lips curled into a cruel smile, his eyes revealing a cat-and-mouse-like playfulness.

Just then, the bronze chains wrapped around Li Xuan's ankles suddenly tightened, attempting to drag him into the void.

The figures of powerful individuals were faintly visible at the end of the chains, their auras equally terrifying, as if they came from the deepest part of the universe, carrying endless mystery and a sense of oppression.

"A bunch of trash. They can't even defeat their enemies in the Immortal Realm, so they're showing off here?"

Li Xuan spoke calmly, without a trace of fear in his eyes. His aura suddenly surged!
"You ants from the lower realm, do you think you can withstand our Immortal Realm? You're just delusional!" The Immortal Emperor looked at Li Xuan, a hint of killing intent flashing in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)