The Supreme Being Against Heaven

“That old bastard at the 6th level of the Soul Refining Realm… pretending to be righteous! I will find out who you are… and kill you with my own hands!”

A hoarse voice, as if rising from the depths of his soul, echoed within Tan Yun’s slowly beating heart…

He had never expected—

That the other party would dare to enter the pagoda… and attempt to kill him so brazenly!

But fortunately…

Fortunately, he was “not dead”!

At that moment—

A profound glint appeared in Tan Yun’s eyes.

Tears quietly welled up…

Last night—

He had heard it clearly.

The cries of Shen Qingfeng… and the herb garden disciples.

To temporarily escape the enemy’s pursuit—

And to give himself a chance to “grow” once more—

Amidst those cries last night…

Tan Yun chose to remain “silent.”

He used the technique “Turtle Breath Concealment,”

Stopping his heartbeat,

Entering a perfect state of “feigned death”!

At the same time—

Without the slightest hesitation,

He used a secret technique,

Enduring the pain of his soul being torn apart—

To sever the “fragment of soul” stored within his identity token!

Now—

The identity token had already been destroyed.

The life lamp connected to Shen Qingfeng…

Had long since gone out!

In truth—

From the moment he controlled the spirit boat to crash into Changling Immortal Mountain last night—

Tan Yun had already set his “trap”!

Using a cunning scheme—

He made everyone “believe he was dead”!

Letting all his enemies know—

That he was “no longer alive”!

Only in this way—

Could he hide, recover… and be reborn!

“All my enemies… laugh while you still can…”

“Your laughter… will not last long…”

A faint chuckle escaped Tan Yun’s lips—

Cold as ice—

Filled with endless killing intent!

“So tired… at last, I can finally rest…”

After speaking—

He slowly closed his eyes…

Inside the dim coffin—

His body, reduced to little more than a skeleton,

Was regenerating flesh and blood—

At a speed 10 times faster than normal!

—

At the same time—

At the icy Immortal Ice Mountain, cold as a heavenly realm,

In front of Bingqing Hall—

Shen Qingfeng and Shen Wende

Stood waiting with solemn expressions,

Awaiting Shen Subing’s arrival.

Half a shichen later—

A graceful figure descended from the sky on a flying sword.

Shen Subing smiled brightly, her face full of joy.

“Qingfeng, Wende! I have good news!”

“Sect Master Tang has regained consciousness after taking the Soul-Restoring Pill refined by my master!”

She let out a light, cheerful laugh.

“He also said that he originally intended to appoint me directly as an elder of the alchemy lineage in the Immortal Sect…”

“But since the alchemy competition of the 3 ancient sects in 2 years is extremely important—”

“He wants me to personally lead the inner alchemy disciples to participate, so he can be at ease!”

Her eyes sparkled.

“And if I achieve further merits…”

“He will appoint me as a ‘Meritorious Elder’ of the alchemy lineage in the Immortal Sect!”

“I can hardly wait for that day…”

At this point—

She suddenly recalled her master’s instruction

And turned to Shen Qingfeng.

“Oh right—about assigning a suitable immortal mountain for Tan Yun… is it done?”

Hearing this—

Shen Qingfeng’s eyes turned red instantly.

Tears streamed down his aged face.

“Miss… the immortal mountain has been prepared…”

“But… something happened to Tan Yun…”

Beside him—

Shen Wende let out a long sigh,

Closed his eyes,

Tears rolling down his cheeks…

Shen Subing’s heart jolted!

The smile vanished from her face instantly.

“What happened?”

“If he’s only injured, use the best pills to treat him!”

“Even if he’s crippled, I’ll take him to the Immortal Sect—or even the Sacred Sect myself to heal him!”

“Miss…” Shen Wende said with a trembling voice,

“Tan Yun… is dead… he was killed at dawn…”

“What did you say!?”

Shen Subing clenched her fists tightly,

Fury erupting within her!

“Say it again!!”

“Miss… Tan Yun… is dead…”

Shen Qingfeng broke down in uncontrollable sobs.

Shen Subing’s body trembled.

She pointed at Shen Qingfeng,

Her voice cold as ice:

“He created a legend for our alchemy lineage!”

“Even Wende wanted a disciple like him, yet I entrusted him to you!”

“And you—how did you take care of your disciple!? Speak!!”

Thud!

“Miss… this is entirely my fault!”

Shen Qingfeng dropped to his knees, crying uncontrollably.

“Even knowing so many wanted him dead… I still failed to protect him in secret!”

“Please punish me, Miss!”

Thud!

Shen Wende also knelt down.

“Miss, Qingfeng is already deeply grieved by Tan Yun’s death…”

“I know you blame him out of anger… please do not reproach him further…”

“Ha… ha… ha… ha…”

Suddenly, Shen Subing burst into laughter.

That laughter—

Was dry, hollow, and filled with bitterness!

“Our alchemy lineage… what a joke… ha… ha…”

“For 50,000 years since the founding of the sect…”

“It has been incredibly rare for an inner disciple like Tan Yun to appear…”

“And yet… he still had to die…”

“What kind of absurd joke is this!!”

She took a deep breath,

Then spoke in an icy tone:

“Tell me! How did he die!”

—

Shen Wende quickly replied truthfully:

“Miss, I have investigated throughout the entire night…”

“Yesterday, Tan Yun was in seclusion cultivating inside Mid-Grade Mustard Seed Space-Time Pagoda No. 678 in the martial arena.”

“But during the final moments of midnight…”

“Someone infiltrated the pagoda—to assassinate him!”

“That person was extremely powerful—powerful enough to destroy a mid-grade space-time pagoda!”

“Tan Yun must have been caught in the explosion of the pagoda, and although he managed to escape back to Changling Immortal Mountain… he ultimately succumbed to his injuries…”

He paused briefly, then continued gravely:

“To destroy a mid-grade treasure like the ‘Space-Time Tower’…”

“One must have at least the strength of the 4th level of the Soul Refining Realm!”

“Based on my speculation…”

“It could be an elder or steward from our alchemy lineage…”

“Or Qiu Yongming—the Enforcement Elder…”

“Or even someone from the Beast Soul lineage—Elder 2…”

“Or the Head of the Holy Soul lineage… who infiltrated the alchemy lineage and made a move against Tan Yun!”

He continued firmly:

“Furthermore, the massive martial arena was nearly destroyed at midnight…”

“Now, all alchemy disciples are in a state of panic!”

“If we cannot eliminate the murderer who killed Tan Yun…”

“That will become the ‘greatest humiliation’ of our alchemy lineage!”

—

Upon hearing this—

Shen Subing’s anger surged to its peak!

Her disciple—

Was hunted down… even inside a Mid-Grade Mustard Seed Space-Time Pagoda!

One must know—

The martial arena was located at the very “core of the alchemy lineage,”

And had always been regarded as the “safest place” for its disciples!

“Humiliation…”

“This is my greatest humiliation—Shen Subing’s!”

Her graceful body trembled repeatedly,

Her beautiful eyes blazing with fury!

“As long as the murderer is not captured…”

“I will not leave the inner disciple territory even a single step!”

—

Suddenly—

She raised her jade hand and pointed to the sky!

Whoosh!

A pillar of spiritual light shot into the heavens, reaching a height of 1,000 zhang!

In the once-empty sky—

A gigantic bell 100 zhang long appeared!

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!…

The bell rang 9 consecutive times!

Like invisible tidal waves—

Its sound spread across 80,000 li of the entire alchemy lineage!

—

In that instant—

Above the spirit-rich immortal mountains,

All disciples showed expressions of shock and fear,

Leaping onto flying swords and rushing toward the martial arena!

Everyone knew—

“The 9 bell tolls” meant

The Grand Elder had summoned “all disciples and elders” of the alchemy lineage to gather at the martial arena!

And—

This signal would only be used when the “alchemy lineage faced danger”!

Whether one was in seclusion or refining pills—

Everyone had to rush over immediately!

9 bell tolls—

A signal not heard for nearly 1,000 years!

At this moment—

Only a few could guess it was related to Tan Yun.

Most people—

Were still confused, having no idea what had happened!

—

At the same time—

Inside a cave on Pangtao Immortal Mountain—

Early this morning—

Pang Shiyuan, with 6 broken ribs and having lost his left arm,

Had returned to his cave.

Lu Wu immediately began treating his injuries.

Inside the cave—

Lay the corpse of a disciple.

Its left arm and right little finger were “missing”!

After killing that disciple—

Lu Wu had taken the corpse’s left arm and little finger—

And grafted them onto Pang Shiyuan’s body!

The two had clearly colluded—

Their methods cruel and obvious!

Such actions—

Were utterly ruthless, vicious, and devoid of humanity!

--Translated by likesnovel--