The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Tan Yun looked toward the eastern side of the mountain peak and saw “Dao Yin Murong” along with 48 disciples of the alchemy-refining lineage, all staring at him with cold expressions.

Only Zhōng Wú Sū Yáo standing behind Murong Daojie quietly revealed a faint smile toward Tan Yun, while Gong Sun Ruoxi beside her gave him a calm nod.

At this moment, Murong Daojie and the disciples were filled with killing intent directed at Tan Yun—solely because “Cao Bin” had been crippled by him.

Tan Yun merely smiled faintly and nodded casually at Zhōng Wú Sū Yáo, seemingly completely indifferent to the oppressive atmosphere.

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At that moment, Shen Subing glanced briefly at Murong Daojie before leading her disciples to jump down from the flying vessel. Tan Yun and the others followed immediately after.

The two sides did not greet each other or even exchange glances, simply standing on opposite sides of the mountain peak filled with dense spiritual energy.

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Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Shortly after, 2 more flying vessels arrived and landed in sequence on “Ten Thousand Dragons Peak.”

The first belonged to “Dao Yin Kun Wu,” the sect master of the formation lineage, bringing 50 disciples.

The second belonged to “Dao Yin Fu Fa,” an elderly woman who was the sect master of the talisman lineage, also bringing 50 disciples.

Both groups descended and took their positions on the peak.

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At this moment, the elite disciples of the 4 major lineages—alchemy, weapon refinement, formation, and talisman—stood separated in different directions, not interacting at all. The atmosphere was so tense it felt like it could explode at any moment.

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About half an incense stick of time later,

The sect masters of all four lineages suddenly became serious, all looking toward the eastern sky at the same time.

5 figures appeared descending from the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, all 5 figures landed at the center of the peak.

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The leader was a middle-aged man around 40 years old, wearing a long blue robe. His presence was dignified, his eyes sharp like cold stars, and his brows thick like ink strokes, radiating overwhelming authority.

He was the current sect master of Huangfu Shengzong—

Tan Tai Xuan Zhong

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Behind him stood:

A graceful woman in black robes—Tang Xinying, sect master of the alchemy lineage
And 3 elders from the weapon, formation, and talisman lineages

They were:

Sikong Zhiyun (weapon lineage)
Wei Ruisheng (formation lineage)
Zhu Zhiping (talisman lineage)

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Within Huangfu Shengzong:

Sect-master-level lineage leaders were called “Dao Yin”
Core immortal-level sect masters were called “Dao Jun”

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“Disciple Shen Subing leads the alchemy lineage, paying respects to the sect master!”

“Disciple Murong Daojie leads the weapon lineage, paying respects to the sect master!”

“….”

Voices rang out in unison as all four lineage leaders led their disciples in kneeling respectfully.

Tan Tai Xuan Zhong nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice:

“This competition against the 2 ancient sects, across alchemy, weapon refinement, formation, and talisman arts, is of utmost importance. Everyone must give it their all!”

“Understood!!”

A thunderous response echoed across the entire mountain peak.

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“Good!”

Tan Tai Xuan Zhong nodded in satisfaction before continuing:

“Whoever brings honor to the sect in this competition will be greatly rewarded!”

Then his expression turned stern.

“And remember—once you arrive at the Immortal Nirvana Sect, do not cause trouble.”

“But if someone provokes you—if you cannot win, endure it.”

“But if you can win… then trample your opponent’s arrogance completely!”

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“Remember this well—you are the face of Huangfu Shengzong on this journey. Do you understand?!”

“Understood!!”

The voices of tens of thousands of disciples shook the heavens.

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Tan Tai Xuan Zhong nodded again and waved his hand.

A divine light surged into the sky as a massive “supreme-grade sacred flying vessel” appeared above the peak, expanding until it reached a length of several thousand zhang.

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Tan Yun looked up, his eyes narrowing slightly.

“This is… a supreme sacred-tier flying vessel!”

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“All aboard!”

“Destination—Immortal Nirvana Sect!”

…

The Heaven Calamity Mountain Range lay at the very heart of the realm, while the Eternal Immortal Sect was located deep in the southern region of the same mountain range. The distance between the two sects was as vast as 1,000,000,000 li. Even with a high-grade sacred artifact-grade flying ship, it would still take 2 months to arrive.

The massive flying ship tore through the sky like a bolt of lightning, shooting out from the Huangfu Shengzong amid howling winds, heading straight into the boundless depths of the Heaven Calamity Mountain Range.

The deeper they went, the taller the endless mountain peaks became—towering as if they intended to pierce through the clouds.

Because of its extreme speed, most cultivators aboard the ship could not clearly see the scenery outside; only a barrier of spiritual energy light shrouded their vision.

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5 days later

A major disturbance erupted within the inner sect of the Huangfu Shengzong.

Feng Si discovered that the “Life Soul Lamp” of Lu Wu in the Soul Lamp Hall had gone out!

His face turned pale with fear. He immediately rushed to the alchemy lineage and reported to Lu Yi, the Fourth Elder of the Alchemy Branch, that Lu Wu had died.

Upon hearing this, Lu Yi nearly collapsed on the spot. Overwhelmed with grief, he personally went to the inner sect alchemy branch to search for Lu Wu’s corpse…

…

Time passed swiftly.

In the blink of an eye, 55 days had passed.

Everyone aboard the flying ship gradually felt its speed slow down as it descended layer by layer from dozens of cloud strata.

During this journey, Zhong Wushiyao would occasionally exchange glances with Tan Yun, while Murong Sisi remained silent—but disappointment toward her disciple grew deeper in her heart.

“Wow~ Senior Brother Tan! Look at that! What kind of giant sword is that? It’s enormous!” Daniu exclaimed in shock, unable to believe his eyes.

Before everyone stood a colossal blood-red sword, towering at a height of tens of thousands of zhang, piercing through the 13th layer of clouds.

On the sword’s body, eight enormous characters were engraved:

“Eternal Immortal Sect—Intruders Shall Die!”

Many disciples were stunned by the sight.

Only a few remained calm, having visited the Eternal Immortal Sect during the previous alchemy competition.

Among them, only one young man remained completely composed—Huangfu Tingfeng, the chief disciple of the talisman lineage.

His handsome face was calm and indifferent, as if nothing in the world could shake his heart.

Tan Yun followed everyone’s gaze.

The moment his eyes landed on the blood-red giant sword piercing the clouds, his star-like eyes suddenly lit up with uncontrollable brilliance!

The suppressed excitement within him erupted.

He clenched his fists without realizing it, and blurted out in excitement:

“This is… my Primordial Fire Divine Sword!”

“I never thought… the Eternal Immortal Sect would use it as their sect gate monument!”

“I must reclaim it!”

His gaze turned ice-cold instantly as long-buried memories surged forth.

“It seems what Xiao Jin said before his death was true… After I was cursed into reincarnation, my 12 Divine Swords were scattered, taken by the giant god races of the wilderness and primordial eras.”

“In ancient times, the Savage Gods and Primordial Gods led their giant armies into the Heaven Calamity Continent, fighting the servants of the two great powers. In that war, my divine swords were left behind in the Eternal Immortal Domain and the battlefield of the gods, waiting for me to reclaim them upon my reincarnation…”

His thoughts suddenly stopped.

Because within his spiritual sea, a faint female voice suddenly echoed—soft, trembling, and filled with deep longing:

“Master… is it really you… have you come… for Huowu…”

--Translated by likesnovel--