The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
“Qin’er… tell Master… how did they die?” Nangong Yuqin replied through tears: “Reporting to Master… the cause of death for some of them is still unclear, but most of them… were killed by Tan Yun alone…” Before she could finish— “Tan Tai Xuanzhong!!” Zhuge Yu suddenly turned his head, his burning gaze locking onto Tan Tai Xuanzhong on Jade Pavilion No. “Nangong Yuqin, Ruo Yan Chen… you both know in your hearts whether Tan Yun ever spared your lives.” He paused briefly, then said in a heavy voice:...
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The elders—numbering in the hundreds—of the Immortal Eternal Sect, seated across the hall, hurriedly tried to console Ruo Yan Wuji when they saw him coughing up blood from sheer rage. Their voices were anxious and chaotic as they attempted to calm him down.
At that moment, on Jade Pavilion No. 2, Zhuge Yu suddenly stood up with a worried expression. His gaze locked onto Ruo Yan Chen as he asked urgently:
“How many of the disciples from my Spirit God Hall… were lost?”
However—
Before Ruo Yan Chen could even respond—
Whoosh!
Nangong Yuqin, her face pale and her condition weak, suddenly rushed out from the space-time tunnel. She staggered as she landed on the elevated platform, looking as if she could collapse at any moment.
“Qin’er! What happened!”
Zhuge Yu vanished from his seat and instantly appeared in front of her, supporting her frail body.
“Master…”
Nangong Yuqin threw herself into Zhuge Yu’s arms and began crying uncontrollably, like a child who had lost everything.
Her grief, of course… was entirely related to Tan Yun.
Seeing his beloved disciple in such a devastated state, Zhuge Yu felt a chill in his heart. He asked anxiously, his voice trembling:
“Qin’er, don’t cry. Tell Master quickly… where are the other disciples of our hall?”
“Are they still trapped inside the space-time tunnel?”
Nangong Yuqin sobbed and pulled herself out of his embrace, speaking in a trembling voice:
“Master… I failed to protect them… they… are all dead.”
“All dead?”
Zhuge Yu’s entire body trembled violently. His mind went blank for a moment before he forced a disbelieving smile.
“Qin’er… are you joking with Master?”
“Our Spirit God Hall is one of the three ancient sects of the Tianpeng Mountain Range. Over 3,000 disciples—all top-tier geniuses—how could they all die…”
“Qin’er… don’t joke like this with Master…”
Before he could finish—
“Master! I am not lying! They are all truly dead!”
That answer made Zhuge Yu tremble violently. Blood surged into his throat, but he forcibly swallowed it back down.
“Qin’er… tell Master… how did they die?”
Nangong Yuqin replied through tears:
“Reporting to Master… the cause of death for some of them is still unclear, but most of them… were killed by Tan Yun alone…”
Before she could finish—
“Tan Tai Xuanzhong!!”
Zhuge Yu suddenly turned his head, his burning gaze locking onto Tan Tai Xuanzhong on Jade Pavilion No. 3. His voice turned as cold as frost:
“This matter… do not forget it!”
“Even though that wicked Tan Yun is already dead, he slaughtered so many disciples of my hall. This debt… I will make the Huangfu Sect pay!”
“Sooner or later… my Spirit God Hall will make you all pay a fitting price!”
At the same time—
Ruo Yan Wuji and Zhuge Yu stood side by side, their eyes fixed on Tan Tai Xuanzhong on Jade Pavilion No. 3.
Both pairs of eyes were filled with murderous, bone-chilling intent.
“Tan Tai Xuanzhong!”
“I hereby declare—your Huangfu Sect will one day be completely destroyed!”
The atmosphere across the entire sacred ground became suffocating, as if the air itself was about to collapse.
And at that moment—
Whoosh!
Xue Ziyan stepped forward on the platform. Her expression was icy, her eyes blazing with anger as she pointed directly at Zhuge Yu and Ruo Yan Wuji without any fear.
“Do you even know… why over 700 disciples of our sect died?”
“Why don’t you ask how Nangong Yuqin and Ruo Yan Chen survived?”
Her voice grew sharper and more oppressive.
“If you don’t know… then I’ll tell you!”
“The disciples who survived and stood before you today were mostly saved by my brother-in-law—Tan Yun—alone, while being hunted down by disciples from your halls and sects!”
Xue Ziyan’s eyes burned with fury as she pointed sharply at Nangong Yuqin and Ruo Yan Chen.
“Speak!”
“Tell your masters and fathers right now—how exactly did you survive with such disgraceful methods?”
Ruo Yan Wuji struggled to suppress the rage that was nearly about to explode and choke Xue Ziyan to death. He raised his hand to wipe away the blood at the corner of his mouth, his gaze turning as cold and venomous as ice as it locked onto Ruo Yan Chen.
“Chen’er… what does this shameless girl mean by this?!”
Ruo Yan Chen lowered his head tightly, not daring to utter even a single word.
“Too afraid to speak?” Xue Ziyan sneered coldly, her eyes blazing with fury. “Fine. I’ll say it for you!”
“If it weren’t for my brother-in-law, Tan Yun, stopping us from killing you and Nangong Yuqin, you would have died more than a hundred times already!”
“Your corpses would have rotted in the Eternal Lands long ago!”
“I even regret it… that I listened to my brother-in-law back then and didn’t kill you all completely!”
The moment those words were spoken—
“You little bastard!!”
Ruo Yan Wuji pointed a trembling finger, his rage erupting. “You are courting death!!”
Whoosh!
The air suddenly trembled. Tan Tai Xuanzhong appeared instantly in front of Xue Ziyan, his gaze carrying overwhelming pressure.
“Nangong Yuqin, Ruo Yan Chen… you both know in your hearts whether Tan Yun ever spared your lives.”
He paused briefly, then said in a heavy voice:
“Now that the trial has ended, I will no longer remain here!”
“Send people to escort us out of the Secret Realm immediately!”
“Hmph!”
Ruo Yan Wuji snorted coldly, then ordered the elders to escort Tan Tai Xuanzhong and the others out of the Secret Realm.
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Three *shichen* later
A flying ship shot out from the Eternal Secret Realm, heading at full speed toward the center of the Tianpeng Mountain Range.
Tan Tai Xuanzhong stood at the edge of the flying ship, slowly closing his eyes. Scenes from the past surfaced in his mind—
Tan Yun… as a representative of the Huangfu Sect, had once made thousands of sect masters in the central Tianpeng Mountain Range bow their heads in admiration.
That memory caused his heart to ache as if it were being tightly squeezed.
A single tear slipped from the corner of his eye and was carried away by the wind.
“Dead… such an unmatched genius, yet he fell like this…”
He sighed deeply, his voice filled with sorrow.
“It is all my fault… he was a peerless genius, yet I failed to protect him. I allowed him to enter that damned trial…”
“Now… even regret comes too late…”
At that moment, a voice came from behind him.
“Sect Master… I have something to report.”
Tan Tai Xuanzhong did not turn around. He simply sighed softly.
“Mengyi… speak.”
Mu Mengyi knelt behind him and said respectfully:
“Reporting to Sect Master… Tan Yun… he is not dead.”
“What?! He is not dead?!”
Tan Tai Xuanzhong immediately turned around, his eyes filled with shock and sudden excitement. “Mengyi! What happened? Speak quickly!”
At the same time, Shen Subing, who was also on the flying ship, froze for a moment before rushing over with a tense expression.
“Mengyi! Tell us quickly!”
Mu Mengyi took out Tan Yun’s soul tablet from her spatial ring. It remained completely intact as she said:
“Reporting to Sect Master and Grand Elder… Tan Yun is still alive, deep within the Abyss of the Divine Tomb.”
“Hahahahaha!!”
Tan Tai Xuanzhong burst into relieved laughter. “I knew it! Tan Yun would never die so easily!”
But in the next instant, his expression froze.
“However…”
He slowly closed his eyes again and said heavily:
“You may not know this… but the ancestors of the Immortal Eternal Sect once established a massive formation to prevent disciples from hiding in the Secret Realm after the trial ends.”
“When the trial concludes, the formation activates and triggers a massive beast tide.”
“If Tan Yun is still inside… he will surely die.”
Those words caused Mu Mengyi, Xiao Qingxuan, and Xue Ziyan to feel as if their hearts had shattered instantly.
He continued, his voice filled with sorrow:
“Another thing… once we leave the Secret Realm with Tan Yun’s soul tablet, the realm will block its connection. It will no longer be able to sense his fate.”
“Even if he dies… the soul tablet will not shatter, and the sect’s life lamp will not go out either.”
The moment those words fell—
“Brother!!”
Mu Mengyi’s face turned deathly pale in an instant, and she collapsed unconscious.
“Sister Mengyi!!”
Zhong Wu Siyao and Xue Ziyan hurried forward to support her, bursting into tears filled with overwhelming grief.