"Hiss, hiss, hiss, hiss..." Four crisp sounds in succession—the four fierce swords shot directly into the hearts of the Four Immortal Saints like four bullets. Their already shattered divine banners were utterly useless at this point. Were these ordinary immortal swords, even if they pierced the flesh, the loss would only be a bit of immortal power.

However, the Four Immortal Slaying Swords were renowned vicious weapons from the Primordial Era. The moment they pierced the four bodies, sharp sword qi erupted. The four, who had already expended the majority of their strength resisting the Haotian Pearl, could not possibly defend against it now.

In almost an instant, their immortal bodies were pulverized. Fortunately, their primordial spirits were strong enough. Four streams of spirit ascended directly from the crown of their heads, but Liang Xiaoke strode forward, instantly arriving before the primordial spirit of Daoist Yanxu.

He snatched it, directly crushing the spirit before sucking it into his mouth, swallowing the shattered essence whole. Taking several more steps, his body seemed unbound by spatial limitations. No matter how fast these spirits fled, he caught up with a single stride, absorbing them all into his body.

Letting out a deeply satisfied burp, he gestured with one hand, recalling the Four Immortal Slaying Swords into his body, and took another step toward the direction of Yunjing City. His eyes were already blood-red. At this moment, he resembled a completely maddened demon, devoid of any reason.

The only thought remaining in his mind was slaughter—endless, perpetual slaughter... Meanwhile, outside Yunjing City, Fang Zhuguo, relying on his immense power and a magical artifact passed down by Tongtian, was forcing Daoist Tianling into a defensive posture, about to unleash the Biling Sword to slay him. Suddenly, he felt a chill crawl up his back.

Before he could fully react, another man, bearing a ninety percent resemblance to Daoist Tianling, appeared behind him, gripping a completely black halberd. It stabbed directly toward Fang Zhuguo’s body. The top-grade battle robe on Fang Zhuguo was like mere paper; it was pierced instantly, and a jet of blood sprayed out.

"Zhuguo..." Seeing Fang Zhuguo ambushed by the combined efforts of two foes, Luo Ruofeng gasped. Disregarding his status, he summoned the Jade Emperor's Great Seal with one hand, and it shot forth, instantly hovering above Daoist Diling's head... "Hmph..." Seeing Luo Ruofeng make his move, Xuanyuan Jing could no longer hold back.

He flicked the Taiji Diagram, unleashing beams of black and white light that directly pinned the Jade Emperor's Great Seal suspended in the air, preventing it from descending. Daoist Tianling and Daoist Diling seized this opportunity, continuing their assault on Fang Zhuguo, with the clear intent to obliterate him. At this critical juncture, a blaze of fire shot out from Luo Ruofeng's side—it was Yan Senxu, whose strength had greatly advanced after fully devouring the nine fire dragons within the Nine Dragons Divine Fire Cover.

Yet, another figure darted out from Xuanyuan Jing's side—it was Nezha, riding the Wind Fire Wheels. Without giving Yan Senxu any chance to rescue Fang Zhuguo, Nezha's Fire-Tipped Spear stabbed toward Yan Senxu's heart. The Universe Ring was launched high into the air, aimed directly at the crown of Yan Senxu's head.

"Go..." Seeing Yan Senxu was preoccupied, Xi Yang’s body also surged forward. With one hand raised, the Heaven Overturning Seal left his grip, transforming into a colossal small mountain, hurtling toward Daoist Tianling and Daoist Diling. As the Heaven Overturning Seal manifested, an intensely chilling aura erupted, as if heaven and earth were enveloped by this single strike.

And Lin Xiaoyi charged out, gripping the Heavenly Fiend Blood Demon Blade. In an instant, he was before Daoist Diling, the blade angled sharply as he slashed toward the Daoist. But just then, a Daoist clad in purple-gold immortal robes stepped out from beside Xuanyuan Jing.

He pointed a finger at the descending Heaven Overturning Seal and softly commanded, "Change!" Xi Yang instantly felt his connection with the Heaven Overturning Seal completely severed. The Seal, which was aimed at Daoist Tianling, suddenly veered, smashing directly toward the rapidly advancing Lin Xiaoyi... The sight stunned everyone present, their expressions shifting dramatically.

The Heaven Overturning Seal had been utterly destroyed previously; it was Ye Jingyu who had repaired it using his primordial spirit. It was said that all its internal restrictions had been broken. Who could possibly redirect it now?

Could this person be Guangchengzi, the true master of the Seal? Even if he were Guangchengzi, he shouldn't be able to manage this! There was no time to dwell on such questions.

Facing a heaven-defying artifact like the Heaven Overturning Seal, no one believed Lin Xiaoyi could withstand it. Gongsun Xiangyi and Hu Yanqi also possessed artifacts, but how could they counter the Seal? At this most crucial moment, Xi Yang's body surged forward once more, transforming into a gigantic firebird, instantly positioning himself in front of Lin Xiaoyi.

An ancient azure bell materialized above his head—it was the Eastern Emperor Bell... "Buzz, buzz..." With a soft chime, the Heaven Overturning Seal heavily struck the Eastern Emperor Bell, producing a resonant hum and rippling waves of cyan light. This marked the second confrontation between the Heaven Overturning Seal and the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Under the control of Guangchengzi, the Heaven Overturning Seal manifested its full power. The immense energy stirred up a wave of black light, making the very void seem ready to shatter. The tremendous rebound force caused Xi Yang to instantly spit out a mouthful of blood.

However, the Eastern Emperor Bell was, after all, the foremost divine artifact of the Primordial Era. Although the Heaven Overturning Seal exerted its power to an almost superhuman degree, it still failed to shatter the Bell’s defense. Instead, a hairline crack appeared on the Bell's surface.

"Fall..." Guangchengzi, clad in purple-gold immortal robes, showed no mercy from his first move. He flicked his finger, and an ancient bronze bell flew from his hand. It immediately rang out, and everyone present—save for Luo Ruofeng in his Jade Emperor Robes and Lin Xiaoyi, who cultivated the martial path—felt their souls tremor, as if they were being ripped from their bodies.

Even Xi Yang, protected by the Eastern Emperor Bell, felt his mind grow heavy, as if he had swallowed a sleeping potion. Guangchengzi seized the chance, flicking his finger again. Two sword beams, one black and one white, tore through the air, directed straight toward Xi Yang, who was shielded by the Eastern Emperor Bell.

Furthermore, the Heaven Overturning Seal, now bearing a fresh crack, descended again with overwhelming pressure upon Xi Yang... The Eastern Emperor Bell was the paramount treasure of the Three Realms; even Guangchengzi felt a deep covetousness. If he could seize this opportunity to kill Xi Yang and claim the Bell, even the loss of the Heaven Overturning Seal would be worthwhile.

At this time, Gongsun Xiangyi and the others were completely disoriented by the sound of the Falling Soul Bell and could not recover quickly. Luo Ruofeng, protected by the Jade Emperor Robes, was unaffected by the shock, but his Jade Emperor's Great Seal was immobilized. His Heavenly Emperor Sword was merely a personal weapon, not an overwhelmingly powerful artifact; he couldn't reach Xi Yang in time to help.

And Xi Yang, having just spat blood from the initial shock and being further rattled by the bell, had not fully regained his spiritual awareness. While the Eastern Emperor Bell possessed an automatic defense function, it could only guard one side of Xi Yang. Facing the descending Heaven Overturning Seal, the Bell naturally moved to meet it.

Against the swiftly approaching Twin Swords, how could Xi Yang possibly defend himself? Of course, if Nine Phoenix were present, with the Twelve Heavenly Witches, this would not be an issue, but she was guarding the Tongtian Mountain Range and could not possibly be here. As for Yan Senxu, he was currently locked in combat with Nezha, unable to disengage or offer aid to Xi Yang.

No one could have anticipated that such a supreme entity as Guangchengzi would reappear, much less that his attack would be so ruthless. At this dire moment, Lin Xiaoyi, who cultivated the martial path and whose soul was almost perfectly merged with his physical body, maintained absolute clarity. Facing the swiftly approaching Twin Swords, his heart filled with terror.

He could feel his very soul trembling, yet he understood more clearly: Xi Yang was his young master's woman, and she had encountered this peril while trying to save him. At this crucial instant, if he did not save her, she would surely die. She could not die, or his young master would be heartbroken.

But if he went to save her, he too would perish. He feared death—yes, he had always been timid and afraid to die. His cultivation had never encountered serious obstacles; he had never faced the threat of death.

His life had always been smooth sailing. He didn't want to die so soon. He had never truly loved anyone, and the woman he once admired had married his young master's sworn brother; he could only bury that feeling deep within his heart—no one knew of his secret affection.

He was merely a small figure, a very lucky one, who had reached this point only because he encountered his young master. He held no grand ambitions, no noble ideals. His greatest desire was simply to accompany his young master.

But now, his final wish might be slipping away... Young Master, I truly do not want to die... Lin Xiaoyi cried out in his heart, and his body transformed into a massive blade light, bravely charging toward the descending Twin Swords...

The black and white lights intertwined continuously before fiercely colliding with the blade light that Lin Xiaoyi had become... Guangchengzi had taken that final step during the Battle of Investiture of the Gods, becoming a truly carefree immortal. Even when Patriarch Hongjun constructed the Bridge to the Other Shore, he remained unconcerned—how profound was his cultivation?

And Lin Xiaoyi? Just as he surmised, he was merely a lucky minor figure. Even though his strength had reached the peak of his life, how could he possibly contend with Guangchengzi?

He clearly understood this reality. Thus, the moment the blade light he formed collided with the Twin Swords, the power within him erupted completely... Yes, at this most critical juncture, he had chosen self-detonation...

His full-force self-destruction was only intended to momentarily obstruct the momentum of the Twin Swords... "Rumble..." A tremendous sound echoed, and a blinding flash of light instantly erupted. The hearts of countless people ached with that singular, deafening crash...