The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
--Translated by likesnovel-- At the same time, within the Immortal Eternal Sect—inside the Eternal Space-Time Sacred Land— On Jade Pavilion No. At this moment, within the Eternal Space-Time Sacred Ground, whether it was the more than 2,000,000 inner disciples of the Immortal Eternal Sect or the supreme powerhouses from the three ancient sects, all eyes were fixed without blinking on the space-time tunnel that had opened in the void. One must know that under normal circumstances, after the space-...
--Translated by likesnovel--
At the same time, within the Immortal Eternal Sect—inside the Eternal Space-Time Sacred Land—
On Jade Pavilion No. 1, Ruo Yan Wuji, along with hundreds of core disciples and elders of the Immortal Eternal Sect, were all sitting restlessly. Their faces were filled with anxiety and unease.
On Jade Pavilion No. 2, Zhuge Yu and the nine elder experts from the Spirit God Hall of Spirit Gods all had deeply furrowed brows, their expressions equally grave.
On Jade Pavilion No. 3, Tan Tai Xuan Zhong, together with Shen Su Bing, Mu Rong Si, and nine other senior grand elders, were in the same tense condition.
At this moment, within the Eternal Space-Time Sacred Ground, whether it was the more than 2,000,000 inner disciples of the Immortal Eternal Sect or the supreme powerhouses from the three ancient sects, all eyes were fixed without blinking on the space-time tunnel that had opened in the void. Every gaze was filled with deep worry.
One must know that under normal circumstances, after the space-time tunnel opens, the disciples participating in the trial would return within at most half a *shichen* (time unit), and they would already be back at the Immortal Eternal Sect.
But now?
An entire *shichen* had passed since the tunnel opened, yet not a single person had come out!
Such an event had never occurred in the past 50,000 years since the trial system of the three ancient sects began!
In all previous trials, disciples would already begin returning within half a *shichen* after the tunnel opened.
Could it be… that all the disciples participating in the trial had suffered a catastrophe together?
This single thought surfaced silently in everyone’s minds.
At this moment, the atmosphere within the Eternal Space-Time Sacred Ground was so heavy it felt suffocating. Everyone stared fixedly at the space-time tunnel, their eyes carrying a mixture of 30% hope and 70% despair.
Time slowly and torturously passed, and everyone’s heart felt as if it was hanging by a thread.
Half a *shichen* later, Shen Su Bing, who was seated on Jade Pavilion No. 3, suddenly exclaimed in excitement:
“Sect Master! The alchemy lineage disciples of our sect have returned!”
As the words fell, under the gaze of countless people, Luo Fan, Song Hong, and 253 other disciples of the alchemy lineage rushed out from the space-time tunnel, landing almost simultaneously on the elevated platform below.
Whoosh!
Shen Su Bing’s figure vanished from her seat in an instant and reappeared directly on the platform.
Luo Fan, Song Hong, and the others immediately knelt in respect.
“Greetings, Grand Elder!”
“Good, good. Rise.” Shen Su Bing swept her gaze over everyone, then slightly frowned. “Where are Tan Yun and Meng Yi?”
Luo Fan cupped his hands respectfully.
“Reporting to Grand Elder, Junior Brother Mu is on his way here. Yao Wen, please proceed.”
As soon as his voice fell, several more figures shot out from the space-time tunnel.
Among them was Mu Meng Yi.
Xue Zi Yan, one of the Five Spirit Saints.
Huangfu Ting Feng from the Inscription Path, along with 4 disciples.
Gongsun Ruo Xi, Zhong Wu Si Yao, and 7 disciples from the Qi cultivation lineage.
5 disciples from the formation array lineage.
Lv Ren from the Wind Thunder lineage.
Ke Xin Yi, heir of the Ancient Spirit lineage.
As well as disciples from the Ancient Spirit branch such as Shangguan Bing Bing, Jun Bu Ping, Xiao Qing Xuan, and Bai Li Long Tian, and others.
“Whoosh!”
At that moment, the Dao Immortal of Five Souls suddenly vanished from Jade Pavilion No. 3 and reappeared beside Xue Ziyan in an instant.
“My beloved disciple… where are the other disciples of our Five Souls lineage?”
Xue Ziyan pressed her lips tightly together, her voice trembling as she spoke with great difficulty.
“…Master… they… are all dead.”
Those words struck like a bolt of lightning straight into the heart of the Five Souls Dao Immortal. His entire body froze, his eyes widening in disbelief.
Out of the 150 disciples from the Five Souls lineage who participated in the trial… only Xue Ziyan had survived and returned!
At the same time, on the elevated platform, the seven core disciples of the Huangfu Sacred Sect appeared one after another, each reporting the results of their respective lineages.
Huangfu Tingfeng bowed his head and reported to his master, Daoist Fu Fa of the Inscription Path, that only 4 disciples from their inscription lineage, including himself, had survived the trial.
Gongsun Ruoxi and Zhong Wu Siyao also bowed to Murong Sisi, reporting that only 7 disciples from the Qi Meridian lineage had survived.
Lu Ren, meanwhile, reported to his master of the Wind Thunder Dao lineage that all disciples who participated in the trial… had been completely wiped out.
When the Spirit God Daoist heard Ke Xinyi’s words—“only 1 survivor”—tears of murky grief immediately streamed down his face.
As for the Ancient Spirit Daoist, upon seeing that the strongest disciples such as Xiao Qingxuan, Shangguan Bingbing, Bai Li Longtian, and Jun Buping were still alive, he felt a slight sense of relief.
However, the most devastated one was the Beast Spirit Daoist. He had never imagined that… all disciples of the Beast Spirit lineage who entered the trial had been completely annihilated—none survived at all.
At that moment, before Shen Subing could even ask Mu Mengyi about Tan Yun, Tan Tai Xuanzhong from Jade Pavilion No. 3 suddenly stood up first.
Tan Yun… was the son-in-law he had personally chosen!
Whoosh!
Tan Tai Xuanzhong shot down from the jade pavilion in an instant, appearing in front of Mu Mengyi, his eyes filled with urgency.
“Mengyi! Where is Tan Yun! Why has he not come out yet?!”
Thud!
Mu Mengyi immediately dropped to her knees, tears streaming uncontrollably as sobs escaped her.
“Reporting to the Sect Master… Tan Yun… he is dead.”
Boom!!
Those words were like a heavenly thunder striking Tan Tai Xuanzhong’s heart. His towering body trembled violently, his eyes turning red as he roared:
“Speak! How did he die?!”
Mu Mengyi lowered her head, her voice trembling.
“Reporting to the Sect Master… Tan Yun perished in the deep abyss of the Divine Tomb, and his soul tablet… has already shattered.”
“Impossible… impossible!!”
Tan Tai Xuanzhong shook his head wildly. “He was intelligent, stronger than cultivators of the same level—how could he possibly die!”
At that moment, Shen Subing nearby also trembled. Scenes of Tan Yun’s achievements for the Alchemy lineage surfaced in her mind, her beautiful eyes turning red as tears uncontrollably welled up…
“Heh… heh heh heh!”
Suddenly, Ruo Yan Wuji on Jade Pavilion No. 1 burst into mocking laughter.
“Sect Master Tan, I truly feel sorry for you.”
“Tan Yun… such an outstanding genius, yet he still ended up dead!”
“And there’s more.” He smiled coldly. “Your sect sent around 1,000 disciples into the trial, correct?”
“But now only 277 have returned. That is truly an unprecedented record in 50,000 years.”
“723 dead… how tragic indeed.”
These words were like ruthless salt being rubbed into fresh wounds.
Tan Tai Xuanzhong’s face turned deathly pale, while Zhuge Yu of the Spirit God Hall revealed a mocking smile without concealment.
And just as Tan Tai Xuanzhong was about to erupt in rage—
Whoosh!
A figure descended from the space-time tunnel in midair, revealing Ruo Yan Chen!
“Hahaha! My son has returned!”
Ruo Yan Wuji laughed loudly, then turned to look at Tan Tai Xuanzhong with a cold, sharp gaze.
“Sect Master Tan, I will let you see the difference between your sect… and my Immortal Eternal Sect!”
He looked at Ruo Yan Chen with affectionate pride.
“My son, tell Sect Master Tan… how many of our disciples made it back?”
Ruo Yan Chen paused for a moment, his expression awkward, then spoke in a low voice.
“…Father… out of the 2,000 disciples from our sect… only I survived.”
Those words struck like another bolt of lightning—this time hitting Ruo Yan Wuji directly.
His laughter stopped instantly, as if his throat had been strangled. His aged face trembled violently before he roared:
“What did you say!!”
“Father, please control your anger!” Ruo Yan Chen hurriedly said in panic. “Almost all of our disciples… were killed by Tan Yun and the disciples of the Huangfu Sect!”
Pfft!
Ruo Yan Wuji immediately spat out blood. His face twisted in agony as his body shook violently, coughing out three mouthfuls of blood in succession.
In an instant, he seemed to age more than 10 years. Tears streamed down his face.
“2,000 genius disciples of my sect… only my son remains…!”
“I… I’m going to die from anger!!”