Chapter 2408 Axe Cleave 2 Extremes
In an instant, the entire dark and gloomy sky collapsed, and the billions of immortal veins in the immortal realm roared in unison as if summoned.
Countless streams of immortal energy surged upwards, transforming into towering torrents that swept out from mountains, stars, and the sea of boundaries, flowing into his body.
Fang Chen'ai roared to the sky, his long hair whipping back, his immortal robe burning into Dao flames.
He gave himself as a candle to ignite the great path!
that moment.
Countless phantoms appeared around him—all were manifestations of the myriad paths of the immortal realm, and also his immortal insights gained over many years in the True Immortal Realm. No True Immortal could catch up with him; at least Nan Hua and Meng Sheng could not understand what it meant to connect one path to all paths.
Even if the Five Elements Dao Ancestor is incredibly powerful, he is still just a being of the Myriad Paths, and he still has the power to fight!
In an instant.
A soaring dragon roared across the heavens.
A giant stele rose from the ground, suppressing all directions.
Thunderbolts transformed into Dao patterns, and rain of light fell to form ancient scriptures.
All the great paths of the heavens surrounded him, transforming into countless forms.
"I am a true immortal, the first to prove the Great Dao—my life cannot end!"
This thunderous shout pierced through all the heavens and myriad realms; its true immortal power was earth-shattering, and the great forces of heaven and earth were stirred up by its single thought, with wind, thunder, and clouds moving.
The celestial sun collapsed, the void reversed, and time and space simultaneously went out of order.
He raised his hand.
That palm strike contained countless patterns formed by the condensation of the laws of the Great Dao, like the turning of pages in a celestial book.
Where the hand falls, all paths resound in unison!
He slapped it with one palm.
That wasn't about fighting an enemy, but rather about using the body of a true immortal to redraw the pulse of heaven and earth, confronting Chen Xun from the very source of the Great Dao, and not following the usual path of magical combat.
——"The Taoism is endless!"
Rumble!!
Chaos surged and the world turned upside down.
Fang Chen'ai's true immortal power transformed into an endless "Great Dao Sea," sweeping out from the dim immortal sun and piercing through countless heavens, rushing towards Chen Xun's will.
He used his blood as a pen and his destiny as ink, vowing to carve his existence on Chen Xun's path, so that at least he would not be erased.
……
The eternal fairyland.
Chen Xun remained seated.
He looked up and smiled faintly.
"Ambitious."
He extended a finger and gently placed it on the rim of the cup.
hum-
In an instant, ripples appeared on the surface of the tea, and countless immortal patterns emerged from those ripples. These were immortal patterns unique to the ancient immortal realm, created during its creation, and not the innate immortal patterns of the immortal realm's mountains and rivers. These patterns were like flowing light and starry rivers.
Each of its immortal runes... is the source of a great Dao, and they are as easy for Chen Xun to wield as an extension of his own arm!
And the instant his fingertips touched the ground—
All the immortal runes turned at the same time, and all the great paths of the immortal realm bent at the same time!
"The Way returns to One."
Chen Xun's eyes suddenly burst forth with endless, dazzling divine light.
Heaven and earth faded.
That is the convergence of the Great Dao, the condensation of all things in heaven and earth, a master that is a level higher than all paths and laws.
Fang Chen'ai's Great Dao Sea surged forth, but upon contact with Chen Xun's will, it instantly turned back, transforming into streams of returning light.
Like waves encountering cliffs, like dust meeting boundaries!
No matter how many paths there are, they all ultimately lead to one!
“Young man, I told you back then that you are still too young.”
Chen Xun's voice was calm and ethereal, yet it permeated every inch of time and space in the entire Immortal Realm.
Rumbling--
The celestial realm trembled!
Above the dim celestial sun, the sky cracked, the earth tilted, and the void transformed into light.
All paths returned with a roar, and the rules of heaven and earth were rearranged.
That was the Great Dao of the Immortal Realm "obeying" Chen Xun's will, and even Fang Chen'ai's own Great Dao.
Fang Chenai stood tall in the sky, his surroundings collapsing, his body half transformed into light.
But he is still struggling, still burning!
He used his last drop of true blood to condense a mark and cast it into the sky. With his last glance, he looked at the mountains and rivers within the Immortal Sun, "Everyone, wait for my return from the ages."
The mark was like a shooting star, like a tear, like an indelible scar.
Chen Xun watched quietly, his expression serene.
He raised his hand and gently stroked the air, causing the tea to ripple like a mirror.
He raised his hand, his fingertips lightly tracing the air.
—That instant.
The breaths of heaven and earth ceased.
The myriad waves of the chaotic sea froze simultaneously, the countless magical veins of the immortal realm suddenly stopped, and even space and time trembled at his fingertips.
hum-
A giant axe slowly materialized from the depths of the void; it was the 'Heaven-Opening Axe' that had been shattered in the battle against Fang Chen'ai!
It was silent, yet it resonated throughout the heavens.
It is neither gold nor iron, but forged from the threads of time. It was pulled back to the present by Chen Xun's will. Before the axe blade fell, its radiance had already spread throughout the myriad worlds. And now, in Chen Xun's hands, its power is even greater!
In that instant, even the celestial realm seemed insignificant. The shadow of this axe spanned three thousand immortal domains, each pattern more vast than a galaxy, each wisp of its aura enough to crush the laws of a true immortal.
—When this axe is drawn, heaven and earth tremble in fear.
The dim, celestial sun seemed to possess a spirit; the endlessly burning celestial body began to tremble, roar, and reflect light like blood.
It struggles, it breathes, it urges its billions of magical forms to resist.
But faced with the arrival of that axe, all resistance seemed insignificant.
Boom—!!!
The moment the axe light fell, the void collapsed, and all realms trembled.
Fang Chen'ai's expression changed drastically. It was that immortal axe from back then, and he no longer had time to hold back. His features were contorted and grotesque: "Five! Elements! Dao! Ancestor!"
Hundreds of millions of waves erupted from the depths of the chaotic sea, causing mountains and rivers to churn and illuminating the very fabric of heaven and earth.
Endless flames burst forth from the source of the immortal sun, seemingly threatening to incinerate the heavens, but were reduced to dust by the axe's light.
—That axe was bigger than the sun!
It spans birth and death, traverses day and night, and with a single slash, it forcefully cuts the dark celestial sun, which has hung atop all realms and shone for billions of years, in two!
The light bursts silently, yet it covers the entire sky.
Billions of streams of immortal energy poured forth, like waterfalls and torrents, splitting the entire immortal realm in two by that beam of light—
Half chaos, half clarity.
"...Trying to run away?"
Amidst the vastness.
An ancient and celestial realm, a feast of the five elements.
Chen Xun's clothes fluttered without wind, and a hint of murderous intent flashed briefly between his brows.
As the words fell, the crack in the sky slowly healed.
The celestial light returned to the heavens, and all paths were restored to their original state.
Only that broken half of the celestial sun,
Still suspended in the sky, it has become an ancient mark, and more like a sign.
hum.
Heaven and earth stood still.
Time stands still.
Fang Chen'ai's figure froze in the light, carrying intense resentment and countless fears as it gradually dissipated, transforming into endless light dust, and then into a Great Dao talisman, suspended in the heavens.
The seal is indestructible.
It changes with the wind, and hides with the laws of nature. It becomes part of the celestial realm.
It is a trace of "true immortal intent" that future cultivators may accidentally perceive when they attain enlightenment.
Those are his relics.
Chen Xun lowered his eyes and said softly:
"Meng Sheng, only now is the reckoning complete."
The tea was getting cold.
The celestial realm has returned to tranquility.
However, deep within the heavens and earth, an ancient and indestructible light pattern appeared—
It does not belong to Chen Xun, nor to Fang Chenai.
It belongs to the celestial realm itself.
Fang Chen'ai's aura dissipated, and his true immortal body peeled away inch by inch.
Every inch of the shed body turned to ashes, and every wisp of ashes turned to dust, never to return.
There were no extraordinary events during the fall.
No blood.
There was no grief.
Only the silence of all things.
The dim light of the celestial sun gradually faded away.
Its trajectory disappeared from the Celestial Map of the Immortal Realm, as if it had never existed.
—The immortal status has been broken.
—The fruit has fallen.
Fang Chen'ai became the first Dao Prover in the Immortal Realm, and also the first True Immortal to fall.
at the banquet.
Chen Xun remained calm, his teacup untouched.
As the light and shadow in the cup slowly dissipate, only a faint ripple remains.
"The name of a true immortal should not be tarnished lightly."
His tone was calm, his eyes deep. "As an immortal, one should revere Heaven, revere the Dao, and revere one's own heart."
Meng Sheng stood to one side, remaining silent for a long time.
He looked at the cup of tea and seemed to see the endless distant sky trembling slightly.
"I am deeply grateful for your guidance," Meng Sheng said, bowing respectfully.
Chen Xun raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through layers of void, landing on the dark, desolate wasteland in the endless distance.
He smiled faintly, his tone gentle:
"The celestial realm is orderly, and therefore naturally peaceful."
Wind blows.
The wind gently swept across the tea leaves, across the ancient mountains and rivers, dispersing the last wisp of dust.
And deep within the heavens.
A faint starlight gradually faded away—
No one remembers that there was once a "celestial sun" there.
Chen Xun lowered his head, raised his cup, and took a small sip.
The flavor in the tea is like the past, and like dust.
