Chapter Ninety-Eight: Imprisoning the God, Annihilating All

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The Immortal Lord Li was unparalleled in grace, possessing a divine aura beyond compare. In those days, she wielded the Heavenly Reversal Xuanming Sword, slaying countless great fiends who trembled in fear, eradicating cosmic calamities entirely. That glimpse of her youthful splendor captivated countless souls, leaving them endlessly enchanted...

Huo Zhuo sighed deeply. Since ancient times, beauties have been known to fade with time, especially figures as legendary as Immortal Lord Li.

"Immortal Lord Li traveled far on the path of the sword. Her Heavenly Reversal Xuanming Sword has drawn the blood of saints more than once. If only I could observe closely that resolute intent in her strikes..."

Domain Lord Gu Chu, his black hair flowing, stood tall as he gazed at the starry sky, murmuring softly.

As the eighth Flower Lord, no one initially expected her to be so formidable. Yet within a short span, she swept through several peerless cosmic elites, her record dazzling the universe, hailed as the strongest female swordmaster in history.

To study the swords she once commanded is priceless to those immersed in swordsmanship.

“You really are interested in swordsmanship,” Huo Zhuo said, shaking his head. Holding a wine cup in one hand and supporting his chin with the other, he sighed wistfully, “For a beauty like Immortal Lord Li, how wonderful it would be to touch her tender jade-like hands.

Back then, I only caught a distant glimpse.

Sadly, we were not born in the same era. By the time I ascended to the position of Divine Lord, she had already returned to the heavens...”

Upon hearing this, Gu Chu’s dark brows furrowed slightly. His concern was the sword, but Huo Zhuo’s thoughts lingered on beauty—it was almost sacrilege to the sword path!

“Let’s get back on topic.”

Huo Zhuo regained his composure.

Squinting slightly, he waved his palm, and the pavilion around them instantly reflected the tempest world. Ninety thousand fallen mountains towered at the center of this realm, each as massive as a planetary system, collectively cast in a bluish-gray hue.

Countless winding passages snaked across these bluish-gray fallen mountains, connecting to distant ruins of calamity. Among them swirled celestial vortices—dangerous and mysterious.

“Where is that Xia?” Huo Zhuo whispered as he waved his hand, the light shifting and the scenes changing swiftly. The bluish-gray fallen mountains flew by rapidly until Xia herself appeared.

She wore robes whiter than snow, her immortal grace flawless. At her waist hung the Moon Execution Sword, paired with a sword ornament. Hundreds of multicolored, strange realm stones floated around her, shimmering with ethereal light and containing immense divine power.

“Huh! This is...”

Huo Zhuo was startled. Initially, he only wanted to see what the Moon Execution Sword looked like, but upon seeing those mystical realm stones, his expression changed instantly.

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This was an extremely powerful trapping and killing formation.

“If I’m not mistaken, this should be the Absolute God-Sealing Extinction Formation. It seals the void with an enormous range. Anyone moved inside would find escape nearly impossible. It’s enough to deal with peak Divine Lords!” Huo Zhuo was secretly shocked. This woman’s hand was truly formidable. Was she really arranging such a great scheme just to deal with a spoiled young noble?

“You’ve been discovered,” Gu Chu said.

Huo Zhuo snapped back to reality. In the scene, Xia’s footsteps paused, her beautiful eyes suddenly raised, looking through the shadows at him. The color in her eyes was vivid and lively, causing a sudden pang in his heart.

With a wave of her sleeve, mist arose around her location, blurring and obscuring the scene. Clearly, she did not want anyone secretly spying on her formation setup.

“So vigilant. Are you worried I might steal your formation techniques?” Huo Zhuo laughed. Then he frowned again—what kind of grudge warranted such painstaking effort? Setting a trapping and killing formation and even calling on cultivation masters for help left no room for mercy.

“The more solemn the preparation, the more dangerous it is.”

“Exactly, you’re right.”

Huo Zhuo’s expression turned grave. Such a setup was highly advanced. Considering Xia’s earlier words, it was not hard to guess she intended to eliminate a young descendant of a cosmic royal family, cutting off any chance of resurrection.

The birth rate of royal descendants was extremely low, but their talent was extraordinarily high. Those few with peak bloodlines could almost certainly become Divine Lords if they did not fall midway.

Certain rival cosmic royal families and sacred sects would go to great lengths to remove any aberrant bloodline born among their enemies.

Perhaps that was Xia’s origin.

“Huo Zhuo, Gu Chu, you’re both here.”

Suddenly, a harsh voice sounded. The Yellow Toad Daoist appeared, holding a Celestial Bamboo Staff, hopping from a distant starry sky to this place.

The Yellow Toad Daoist had changed his robe, now embroidered with many yellow cloud patterns. The great golden toad that usually accompanied him was nowhere to be seen, having been absorbed into his divine realm.

He plopped down carelessly, raised a wine jug to his lips, and poured out a stream of silvery wine, gulping it down until the jug was empty.

“Don’t waste my wine!”

Huo Zhuo glared. This was no ordinary brew—it was called Fireburn Thread, containing abundant divine essence. A single drop could trigger a transformation in a realm king. It was his treasure.

“You’re so stingy.”

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The Yellow Toad Daoist snorted dismissively, glancing around and then loudly asking, “Where’s that Fairy Xia? She called us here, but there’s not a single sign of her.”

“Yellow Toad, you’re always obsessed with her. I’ve said it before—she’s not interested in you. If you want to change her impression, start by fixing your face,” Huo Zhuo teased. His youthful, tender face bore fiery, sparkling peach blossom eyes, with an icy maturity beyond his years.

The Yellow Toad chuckled, “Huo Zhuo, my appearance might not be pretty like yours, but those mortal women who indulge with you surely don’t realize that you’re actually a little dwarf.”

Huo Zhuo snorted coldly, his expression souring immediately.

Domain Lord Gu Chu silently observed. Their bickering was common when they were together, but without him around, they were far more serious. He was used to it.

The Yellow Toad’s eyes darted about as he said, “Could it be that she’s really stood us up? I have other matters to attend to and don’t want to waste time.”

“Even Old Gu Chu hasn’t said anything, and you’re already impatient? Oh, that’s right—you’re eager to see Fairy Xia,” Huo Zhuo chuckled.

“I truly have something to do,” the Yellow Toad said calmly. After closing his eyes for a moment, he suddenly became composed, glancing at Huo Zhuo with a hint of killing intent in his tone:

“I was delayed on the way. The alliance sent word—an old devouring rat in the Floating Emperor Domain has been gravely injured. He’s the natural enemy of our Yellow Toad Clan and has devoured countless of our people.

This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I’m going with a few friends to deal with him.”

“The old devouring rat? The mount of the Floating Emperor Lord?” Huo Zhuo showed surprise.

“Exactly,” the Yellow Toad said slyly. “This time that old rat is doomed. I heard the Floating Emperor Lord burned seven cultivation stars to escape danger and is now exhausted, unable to protect that beast.”

Huo Zhuo snorted disdainfully. “The Floating Emperor Lord is no lone wolf; his forces are vast and his allies numerous. You’re unlikely to benefit much from this.

Better to ask Fairy Xia for help. If she agrees, your chances of killing the old devouring rat jump to ninety percent.”

“Why would I ask her?” The Yellow Toad sounded suspicious.