The undying soul turned into the sun, the undying body turned into the moon, and the unending technique turned into the stars.
The three lights appeared at the same time and the Dao rumbled. Ling Xian's Qi engulfed all realms and he was the only ruler in all nine levels of heaven and all 10 levels of hell.
The him today was no weaker than the Fallen Immortals and was comparable to an Immortal King. Even the strongest of the seven ancestors, the handsome man, was no opponent of his.
"The three most difficult paths are all nearing the end!"
The handsome man gasped. He couldn't hide his shock no matter what.
The other ancestors were also lost in thought.
They were the ancestors that lived as long as heaven and earth and shined as brightly as the moon and the sun. They've been through storms and waves and it was hard for them to be surprised, let alone shocked.
But right now, they were all shocked.
The three most difficult paths were already heaven-defying. Yet Ling Xian was nearing the end. This was far too unbelievable. Even the ancestors felt like they were dreaming.
Everyone else felt the same way.
If it wasn't a dream, how could someone be walking on the three most difficult paths and all of them nearing the end?
"Heaven-Defying …"
Heaven's Heart found it hard to hide his shock. He inherited the memory of the last Immortal King and naturally knew how difficult it was to walk on the three most powerful paths.
Not to mention three paths, just being able to approach the end of one of them would be enough to shock the ancients and dazzle the contemporaries!
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that on the three most powerful paths, Ling Xian had surpassed all the ancestors. Whether it was an Immortal King or an Immortal King, nobody could compare to him!
"If this person isn't eliminated, he will become a great threat!"
The handsome man's expression was ugly. He too was on the path of the undying soul. But compared to Ling Xian, he paled in comparison.
Therefore, he was jealous.
The other ancestors also wanted to kill Ling Xian.
For one, it was because of jealousy. For two, it was because Ling Xian was far too heaven-defying. Nobody could imagine how high his future achievements would be.
Before becoming an Immortal King, he was already nearing the end of the three undefeatable paths. If he becomes an Immortal King, just how powerful will he become?
Seeing the handsome man's jealousy, everyone's jaws dropped and they were shocked to a point of no return.
There was a saying that those who don't attract jealousy are mediocre. Even the undefeatable was jealous of Ling Xian. It wasn't hard to imagine just how amazing he was.
"You all deserve to die." Ling Xian's eyes were bloodshot. The bloody storm engulfed the galaxy with unparalleled sharpness.
The four soul-healing treasures began to glow and nourish the eight immortals' remnant souls. However, it was completely useless.
The Eight Immortals' faces were still lifeless, and their eyes were still lifeless. It was obvious that they had lost their minds. Even if they found the Calming Soul Flame, they might not be able to revive them.
This made Ling Xian's heart wrench and he was in despair.
He couldn't bear the pain of losing his family. He roared towards the sky, feeling unprecedented helplessness and anger.
He only had one thought in his mind, and that was to kill the Sacred Ancestors and avenge the Eight Immortals!
Little Zi was also mad with anger.
The Keeper of Land and Sea was her Master. Liao Cang Qiong and the other real immortals treated her well. Now that the eight immortals' souls have been destroyed, how could she not be angry?
"Go to hell!"
Little Purple seemed to have gone mad. Its divine might shook the galaxy. It disregarded its own life and only wanted to kill the enemy.
However, he was unable to shake the black-robed Sacred Ancestor.
He was a being comparable to a Saint. Even though Little Purple had two Immortal Bodies and had the help of the Universal Spiritual Root, she was no opponent of his.
"It is time to end this battle." The black-robed Sacred Ancestor was emotionless. His holy sword lit up the galaxy and pierced through Little Purple's heart.
Booom!
Little Purple's physical body shattered, and her blood dyed the galaxy red. Little Purple's soul was weak and on the verge of disappearing.
To her, the black-robed Sacred Ancestor was an undefeatable being. It was already a miracle that she was able to survive until now.
"One last sword. I will send you on your way."
The black-robed Sacred Ancestor's expression was cold. He slashed down with his sword and destroyed the galaxy. However, it did not shatter Little Purple's soul.
At this critical moment, Ling Xian arrived just in time. He used the Eternal Sun to block the attack and absorbed Little Purple's soul into the Painting of the Nine Immortals.
"You cannot stop me from killing the people I want to kill." The black-robed Sacred Ancestor's eyes glowed dangerously. His holy sword was as heavy as a mountain.
Booom, booom, booom!
The Sun and Moon lost their colors, the galaxy shook, and even the Emperor's Heart was shaken.
This sword was incomparably sharp and powerful. Not many people below the Immortal King level could stop it!
"You are wrong. You cannot kill the people I want to save."
Ling Xian's body shone with an infinite amount of light. Like the Sun, he blocked the sword with his bare hands.
This shocked the black-robed Sacred Ancestor. He knew very well how powerful this attack was. It was not an exaggeration to say that it was his strongest attack. Yet Ling Xian stopped it with his bare hands. How could he not be shocked?
The handsome man was also shocked.
He thought he had overestimated Ling Xian. He didn't think he would still underestimate Ling Xian.
How heaven-defying was this? He stopped the holy sword with his bare hands and there was no blood or scars.
Just then, the Sacred Ancestor, who was fighting against the Emperor's Heart, used his Primordial Spirit Beast. The Heavenly Bull opened its nine eyes, proving that he was the Xu Clan's Sacred Ancestor.
Booom!
The galaxy was destroyed. The Emperor's Heart Sutra was broken.
If he wasn't as strong as an Immortal King and had the protection of the Immortal King's Treasure, he would've been dead.
ROAR!
One roar shattered the Sun and Moon, one roar flattened the nine heavens. The Heavenly Bull's nine eyes shocked the world. The Emperor's Heart's life was hanging by a thread.
The four heavenly medicines made their move in time. Heavenly light shone and they used their own energy to heal him.
Ling Xian also arrived in time. With one thought, he split open the sky and forced the Xu Clan's Sacred Ancestor to retreat.
Sadly, it was too late.
The Emperor's Heart was too heavily wounded. Plus, the Heavenly Bull's energy continued to destroy his physical body. Even though the four heavenly medicines gave their all, they couldn't heal him in a short amount of time.
"Sorry, I was careless."
The Emperor's Heart bitterly smiled. He was more capable than the Xu Clan's Sacred Ancestor. The reason why he was wounded was because he lost control of his mind.
He inherited the last Immortal King's memory. Inside the Immortal King's memory, the eight immortals were his comrades.
Because of this, he was distracted by his grief and was heavily wounded by his opponents. He no longer had the ability to fight.
Luckily, the Emperor's Heart was protected by the Immortal King's Treasure. Though he had lost his ability to fight and his life was hanging by a thread, he wasn't going to die.
Everyone's expression changed. Nobody thought that after the souls of the eight immortals disappeared, the situation would become this bad.
Xiao Zi's physical body was broken and the Emperor's Heart was dying. Even though the Immortal Medicine was healing him, he wouldn't be able to fight against the Sacred Ancestor in a short period of time.
In other words, Ling Xian was going to fight against the four Sacred Ancestors by himself.
The difference was too great. Even the difference between heaven and earth wasn't enough. How could there be any chance of victory?
Everyone was hopeless.
Was Ling Xian strong?
Very strong!
This was an undeniable reality. Fighting one on one, even the most terrifying of the seven, the handsome man, was no opponent of Ling Xian's.
However, the handsome man wasn't the only enemy, there were the three Sacred Ancestors!
The three of them were existences close to the Saint Ruler level. If they team up, who could fight against them?
"The result has been decided."
The handsome man laughed out loud and pointed his dagger at Ling Xian, "Your comrades are waiting for you on the road to hell. Why don't you hurry up and go?"
"They aren't waiting for me, they are waiting for you."
Ling Xian's expression was calm and his eyes were deep. There was no sadness or hopelessness.
To fight against the four Sacred Ancestors by himself, he had no chance of winning. But what could he do?
Would he be afraid?
Of course not!
In Ling Xian's dictionary, there was no surrendering, no giving up, and no fear!
"Now that things have come to this, is there any meaning in using words?"
The handsome man glared at Ling Xian, "The tower is about to fall. There is nothing you can do."
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