Chapter Sixty-Nine: The Lord of Light
Bang!
Lu Han’s body shattered, dissolving into cosmic dust and becoming one with the starry sky.
At that very moment, amid the lingering smoke of the explosion, the violet-blue divine shrine trembled in panic. The six sealed Celestial Gates shuddered, radiating beams of light as a purple arc of starlight trailed behind, attempting to escape in the chaos.
Qingtian E’s cold gaze swept over it. Instantly, a wisp of pitch-black destructive law coiled around, binding it tightly like a cocoon.
“Uncle E!”
The Dao Treasure Golden Ship soared out from the Ancient Turbid Star.
Standing at the bow, Feng Shang waved from afar with a gentle smile. He had just eradicated the Star Evils on the planet’s surface; every Star Evil of the nefarious band had their spirit cores shattered and were exiled into the void of space.
Those people, guilty beyond measure and their hands stained with blood, finally met a fitting end. With their spirit cores broken, they now drifted through the stars, their fate left to the cosmos.
“Hmm.” Qingtian E gestured to the Ancient Turbid Star gripped in his claws and asked, “Shall I crush it?”
“Do it. There’s no reason for the Ancient Turbid Star to exist,” Feng Shang replied, shaking his head.
“Very well.”
With that simple response, Qingtian E looked down, emotionless, at the gray star. His claws tightened ever so slightly.
A thunderous explosion echoed across the heavens.
Within the colossal azure talons spanning the firmament, the Ancient Turbid Star seemed no larger than a grain of dust, swiftly crumbling into endless fragments and debris, scattering into the void.
His task complete, Qingtian E’s expression remained unmoved, as if he had done something utterly trivial. Shrinking in form, he transformed into a beam of powerful law, returning to Feng Shang’s hand.
“Incredible,” murmured the young man, awestruck at the might of the Jieling power.
When strength reached such heights, even celestial bodies could be crushed in a single grasp. Only the rare forbidden zones of the Spirit Universe could pose a threat.
“So this is what the destruction of a star looks like,” said the three young women beside him, their bright eyes wide with shock. Unlike Feng Shang, who had grown accustomed to such sights, witnessing the annihilation of a celestial body left them deeply shaken.
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“Did Little Han die?”
At the periphery of the Grand Cold Furnace of Ice.
An elderly man with the hair of a crane paused.
His silver hair shone like frost, surrounded by dazzling light. His ancient yet clear eyes gleamed like lanterns, exuding an aura of sacred power.
“Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.”
He gazed up at the stars, his voice eerily calm. “Only just now did I learn you obtained the divine shrine and toppled the core of the Shining Cloud Star Realm—no wonder powerful enemies found you. Not quite discreet enough. Still, since fate brought us together, I’ll see about avenging you, if the circumstances allow.”
Shaking his head, the old man took a step forward, sacred radiance flooding the cosmos, and in an instant, he arrived at the spatial node leading to the Ancient Turbid Star.
“Hm? Torn open?” he mused with mild surprise. The original node had become a black hole, releasing space energy and connecting two different times and places.
With a single glance, he discerned that the black hole had been ripped open by tremendous force, with no traces of sacred power left behind.
“So, it wasn’t the Light Realm,” he concluded, stroking his white beard with a faint smile.
To him, anything beneath his level was insignificant.
His realm was known as Light Lord, an existence both mysterious and profound.
Those who reached this realm had mastered the essence of light. Every inch of their flesh was purified by luminescence, shattering the shackles of mortality. Within their light core, a precious radiance was nurtured, granting lifespans rivaling the stars themselves.
Moreover, the Light Lord could now grasp the enigmatic laws of the universe. In terms of speed, they could traverse a light year in a single stride, their power and endurance thousands of times beyond that of the Severance Realm. Even the exalted Cultivation Lords would struggle to slay a Light Realm being.
Thus, the old man was supremely confident.
In his eyes, the insignificant Shining Cloud Star Realm could not possibly harbor a Cultivation Lord. Besides, he had the backing of an unfathomable transcendent power.
Within that power, ranks were strictly delineated. Though He Xuan was a distinguished Light Lord, his status lay only in the middle tier.
Yet, once the twin core of Yin-Yang matured and he successfully merged with it, his prestige within the alliance would soar by four or five ranks at once.
A satisfied smile crept across his face.
Having dealt with Lu Han’s killer, he intended to check on the progress of the super core. If all went well, it would mature into a peak third-realm super core.
With a light heart, the elder stepped into the black hole.
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“As beautiful as ever,” he murmured.
Within the Lunar-Solar Star System, He Xuan gazed from afar at the two divine stars, his tone wistful.
Over the past centuries, he had visited here many times, each time checking on the super core’s progress. By his estimation, it would fully evolve in about sixty years.
“Not much longer now.”
His sigh quickly faded as his gaze sharpened, and a vast, boundless divine sense surged forth, enveloping the entire star system in an instant.
“Let’s see who killed Lu Han.”
He Xuan was supremely confident, making no effort to conceal his presence. His divine sense swept through the system like a blade, quickly discovering a golden Dao ship speeding through the stars.
Aboard were five: a young man, a youth, and three young women.
Encircled by them was a violet-blue divine shrine, which the youth was attempting to dismantle.
As the wave of divine sense swept over, Feng Shang sensed it instantly.
“Who’s probing us?”
With a cold gaze, Feng Shang’s five fingers closed, conjuring a void-born energy that instantly shrouded the entire ship, cutting off the invasive divine sense.
“Well, quite the temper,” He Xuan chuckled, watching the group with renewed ease.
He confirmed that none among them were of the Light Realm. The aura from the young man was only of the Severance Realm, and the other four were mere children.
Clearly, they had relied on the power of their Dao treasures to defeat Lu Han.
Nothing to worry about.
With that, brilliance bloomed beneath his feet. Crossing the vast starry gulf in a single step, he descended above the golden Dao ship, smiling amiably at the group—his gaze lingering especially on Feng Shang.
Just now, his divine sense had been blocked by this youth. Even if it was due to some artifact, it was no small feat, for he, after all, was a Light Lord!