510: Chapter 520 Just kill yourself! (520 Love you all)

"Hmm? This is..."

Lu Ming frowned slightly; with his current Divine Sense range, most of the Secret Realm was within his sight.

However, just now his mind was full of Hua Nongying, Yuan Tu, and the others.

For a moment, he hadn't noticed that within a hundred-mile radius centered on him, many Cultivators had already gathered.

These people were all attracted by the commotion of his Breakthrough.

Those further away were still on their way, while those closer were very tactful, stopping several miles away, not daring to take another step forward.

Each of their faces bore a different expression.

Some had flickering eyes, looking around, clearly harboring ill intentions.

Others' faces were filled with awe, their eyes looking fervently toward Lu Ming's position as if looking up at a deity.

"Interesting..." Seeing this, the corners of Lu Ming's mouth curled up slightly. "I was just worrying about how to gather everyone together; this saves me quite a lot of trouble."

With that thought, he took a step forward, and his figure vanished from the spot.

Several miles away, many Cultivators were engaged in heated discussion.

"Why has there been no movement for so long? Was the Breakthrough a success or a failure?"

A middle-aged Cultivator craned his neck to look in that direction but could see nothing.

"I don't know, but it should be a success!"

"Just now, the phenomena of nectar falling from the sky, golden lotuses springing from the earth, and the phantoms of the Four Symbols circling were so obvious. If that's a failure, then what counts as success?"

A young Cultivator nearby chimed in, his tone full of envy.

"Hmph, how can breaking through to Nascent Soul be that simple?"

At this moment, an old man in a brocade robe snorted coldly. Then, stroking his beard, he began to talk grandly with an air of knowing everything.

"If you ask me, that was probably just a final radiance before the end. Now, that person has likely perished under the Heavenly Tribulation."

As soon as these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent for a moment.

Everyone looked at each other; some showed suspicion, some were deep in thought, and some frowned.

"Be careful with your words!"

But then, a Cultivator dressed as a scholar advised in a low voice.

"If that Senior really did break through, with a Nascent Soul True Monarch's Divine Sense, they will surely hear our conversation."

"When trouble comes from the mouth, no one will be able to save you."

"What is there to fear!"

Facing the well-intentioned dissuasion of others, the old man in the brocade robe waved his hand dismissively.

"I say, Fellow Daoist Su, you are just too timid. At any rate, we are at least from Blessed Land families, and we aren't without Grotto-Heaven backgrounds behind us."

"A newly ascended Nascent Soul True Monarch who just broke through and has an unstable Foundation, how could they possibly make enemies at will?"

"If you ask me, this person has definitely died and their Dao vanished, perishing under the Heavenly Tribulation."

"Think about it. Although the phenomena were grand, they dissipated too quickly at the end. After the gift from the Heavenly Dao, there wasn't even a sound. Is that normal?"

"You mean..." someone asked tentatively.

"Utterly foolish!" The old man lowered his voice, a glint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"That person was at least a seed with a chance to charge into the Nascent Soul stage; they must have been carrying many good things."

"If this person has perished, wouldn't those things be ownerless? If we wait here, maybe we can pick up some scraps."

"That's just your guess. If that Senior really did break through, doing this is seeking death!"

Seeing the old man's words becoming more and more outrageous, the scholar surnamed Su took a wary step back, distancing himself from the old man.

"Sigh, Brother Su, with your personality, no wonder your Su Family is at the bottom of the Blessed Lands. Besides, immortal cultivation is originally a struggle against heaven and earth; how can there be no risk at all?"

"Moreover, this person is absolutely dead. Just believe me and that's it..."

However, before the old man's words could finish, a voice drifted down eerily from above.

"Oh? Is that so?"

That voice was neither heavy nor light, its tone indifferent, but it was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

The old man's entire body stiffened, and then he suddenly looked up.

He discovered in shock that someone had, at some unknown time, already ascended above the Void Realm and was looking down at them.

That person wore a blue and white Daoist robe, and his face could not be seen clearly, as if separated by a thin mist, hazy and indistinct.

Although he looked no different from an ordinary person, he was clearly standing there, yet gave off an unreal feeling.

It was as if he were not standing in the Void Realm, but in another world, watching them across endless time and space.

A sense of awe arose spontaneously—this was the instinctive emotion surging from the depths of the Soul when a lower-level life form faced a higher-level existence.

"Nas... Nascent Soul..."

Someone murmured, their voice trembling.

As soon as these words came out, the brocade-robed old man who had been talking grandly just now turned pale, his lips quivered, and he couldn't say a single word.

He immediately wanted to flee, but his legs wouldn't obey.

Because an invisible Qi mechanism had locked onto him tightly, making him unable to move, not even able to roll his eyes.

The first to react was not the Elders of those Blessed Land families, but an unknown little Loose Cultivator.

He fell to his knees with a thud, his forehead touching the ground, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Congratulations to Senior for attaining the Nascent Soul stage. May your immortal path flourish eternally, and may the Great Dao be in sight!"

This shout was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a thousand waves.

Many Cultivators then reacted, and could not help but secretly curse this person for being so cunning.

At the same time, they felt a bit of secret regret that they hadn't reacted in time.

What a great opportunity to show one's face before a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and it was actually missed like this.

Thus, rows upon rows of Cultivators began to kneel, shouting in unison.

"Congratulations to Senior for breaking through to Nascent Soul; may your longevity be equal to heaven!"

"May Senior show great ambition and soon achieve Soul Transformation and Ascension!"

As thousands of people shouted in unison, the sound waves rolled.

Lu Ming looked down from above, seeing this scene, and couldn't help but feel some emotion in his heart.

No wonder so many people wanted to break through to high Realms.

It wasn't just the satisfaction of increased cultivation, but also this feeling of being worshipped by ten thousand people.

In the past, he also stood like a mere lackey; now it was others' turn to kneel before him.

However, Lu Ming's heart was as clear as a mirror, knowing that these people were kneeling to power, to authority, and to the prospect of long life.

Vainly hoping to gain the True Monarch's favor; if they could be looked upon, they would soar to the sky in one bound.

However, Lu Ming had no intention of taking Disciples or subordinates.

Not only was it troublesome, but they also weren't easy to use.

Moreover, he had come here to kill people; he didn't want them to make him feel too embarrassed to act.

Thus, Lu Ming's gaze passed over the kneeling crowd and landed on the only figure still standing.

That brocade-robed old man, the Blessed Land family Cultivator who had just repeatedly claimed he was "absolutely dead."

At this moment, his face was as pale as paper, and his whole body shook uncontrollably like a sieve.

He actually wanted to kneel too, but he couldn't.

A Qi mechanism had locked him down, making him unable to even move a finger.

The few people close to him had already quietly retreated to the edge of the crowd at some point, distancing themselves from him. No one pleaded for him; no one dared to.

Lu Ming looked at him with a smile, as if looking at a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"Se... Senior, have mercy... Just now was my slip of the tongue, I was being loose-lipped and talking nonsense... Please forgive me, Senior..."

The old man's voice was intermittent, his teeth clattering and trembling.

He also deeply regretted that for the sake of a moment's pleasure, he had spoken so arrogantly.

That would have been fine; talking big in private was actually harmless.

But being heard by the person involved was a bit awkward.

At this time, he could only pray that this True Monarch had just broken through and was in his most pleasant mood, and would let him go like a fart.

Perhaps his sincere prayer had worked.

Lu Ming nodded and said in a gentle tone.

"Don't worry, this seat does not like killing people."

Hearing this, the old man's eyes immediately lit up, and a fire of hope suddenly rose in his heart.

However, Lu Ming's next words made him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the hope that had just risen instantly shattered.

"So, you should kill yourself!"

These words were like a heavenly decree; under the golden words, the old man's body suddenly stiffened.

His face clearly showed extreme resistance, yet his body seemed to be out of control.

Under the old man's unwilling and desperate eyes, he slowly raised his right hand, magic power rapidly gathering in his palm, and then without hesitation, he struck his own forehead with a palm.

In an instant, the old man's head was like a piece of shattered porcelain; the entire head exploded, turning into a cloud of blood mist.

The headless corpse stiffened in place, swaying for a moment, and then collapsed with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

And this wasn't over yet; a Golden Core True Person's Physical Body being shattered wouldn't lead to immediate death. If the Divine Soul found a person to possess during this time, they could still be reborn through another body.

Although they couldn't continue to Cultivate, as long as their lifespan remained, they could live out the rest of their lives in peace during this time.

After the old man's Divine Soul drifted out from the headless body, he did not choose to flee.

He just assumed a kneeling posture in the Void Realm, kowtowing deeply toward Lu Ming's position, and then began to dissipate into points of light.

He actually chose to dissolve himself at the cost of not entering Reincarnation!

This scene, which could be described as horrifying, fell upon the faces of the surrounding onlookers.

They lowered their heads, not daring to move an inch, not even daring to breathe.

That scene was too shocking; a Great True Person of Golden Core Perfection had died just like that.

Died without any power to resist, died in what could be called humiliation.

Anyone could see that from beginning to end, not a single step the old man took was voluntary.

Even kowtowing and dissolving himself at the end for this Senior was not to beg for forgiveness; the unwillingness and despair on his face were practically written right there.

And all of this was just a light sentence from this Nascent Soul True Monarch.

At this time, this group of Golden Core experts who usually acted as lords and ancestors in the Outer Region finally truly realized.

Although Golden Core and Nascent Soul were only one Realm apart, the chasm it represented was actually so vast.

So vast it was unreachable, so vast it gave birth to despair!

"Below Nascent Soul, all are ants" was truly not just a saying.

It was also at this time that some people who had been stirred up by the old man just now and still harbored ulterior motives quietly suppressed those suicidal thoughts.

They hid them in the deepest part of their hearts, deeply afraid of being noticed by this powerful yet seemingly petty Senior and following in that old man's footsteps.

Lu Ming didn't care how others saw him; he had never been a generous person.

Moreover, killing people this time was not the goal; seizing Laws was his primary objective.

That's right, he had set his sights on the Law on the brocade-robed old man's body.

Its name was: Withering and Flourishing.

The Dao of Withering and Flourishing—one year, one Withering and Flourishing; the birth and death of all things!

It was overall of the wood attribute, but was tainted with a trace of the Dao of Time, making it a subordinate Law of the Law of Time.

It wasn't particularly strong, even a bit niche, but it was somewhat compatible with the [Void] Law Lu Ming had recently obtained.

Don't look at [Void] as only being used for escaping or traveling; it truly involved the Law of the Dao of Space.

When the two combined, although their profoundness couldn't compare to [Time-Space], they were somewhat related. Whether in combat or other matters, it would have a certain effect.

So regardless of whether this old fellow was badmouthing him behind his back, this person was doomed to die.

It was just that now he had a justifiable reason, so he didn't have such a large psychological burden.

Of course, Lu Ming was not a person so constrained by worldly moral shackles.

"He wants it, he gets it" was his creed in life.

Just like now, as his Divine Sense spread out, he instantly figured out the backgrounds of these people.

Most were in the Late Golden Core Stage, but only Great True Persons of Golden Core Perfection had condensed Law prototypes.

Although they were fewer in number than those in the Late Golden Core Stage, there were still a few in the entire Outer Region.

Laws of all kinds were mixed together like goods displayed on stalls in a market, allowing Lu Ming to pick and choose.

And this way, he could always find a few that suited his fancy.

For example...

"This one... this one... and this one... not bad, not bad."

Like the King of Hell calling roll, as Lu Ming murmured, figures in the crowd exploded into blood mist.

No screams, no struggle; those people didn't even know how they died.

They just stood there, and then they exploded.

People around them were splashed with flesh and blood, their Souls Flying Away and Spirit Scattering as they retreated one after another, fearing they would be next.

No one knew why those people were chosen; they hadn't spoken out of turn just now, nor had they been disrespectful to this Senior.

Perhaps this Senior had mind-reading abilities and detected the malice in their hearts?

Countless thoughts flashed through everyone's minds, but no one dared to speak them out, nor did anyone dare to murmur another word in their hearts.

What if this Senior really did have mind-reading abilities?

Do not think, do not reflect!

There will always be a Great Scholar to interpret the scriptures for you; at this moment, it was exactly like that!

There was no need to find a reason; this group of people would think of the best explanation to comfort and convince themselves.

It was precisely because of this that the eyes of some people became even more devout, as if worshipping a True Immortal.

This scene was fully captured by Lu Ming, and he nodded with great satisfaction.

He liked people like this; it saved trouble!

"However, why didn't I see those two from the Taixuan Immortal Sect and the Qingwei Dao Sect?"

Lu Ming was certain that under the coverage of his Divine Sense, no one could hide; even with concealment methods, they definitely couldn't escape his perception.

Not to mention Yue Qingyao's Taiyin aura and Xuan Zhenzi's Sword Intent; their signatures were too high and could be recognized at a glance.

But he scanned back and forth several times and indeed did not see those two people.

Could it be that they hid in advance upon seeing him break through to Nascent Soul True Monarch?

Lu Ming thought this possibility was very likely; those two were considered smart among the Grotto-Heaven Disciples, so it wasn't strange for them to slip away when they saw things going south.

He didn't think much about it; the two Laws of Taiyin and Sword Dao were better than nothing to him now, but they weren't as valuable as some of the niche Laws among this group of Cultivators.