30: Chapter 30 Half-Step to Creation

Eastern Wasteland. Tianxuan Peak Hall.

In the center of the light screen, the progress bar for [Top-tier Character Card Loading: 99%] was stuck fast, not moving a single bit further.

The black-robed figure wearing a bronze ghost mask in the underground plaza had already pushed back the pressure from the three old monsters of the Nirvana Realm.

"System."

Gu Sheng pointed at the screen, his fingers trembling.

"Is this bastard something I pulled?"

[Ding.]

[System Prompt: This unit does not belong to the System card pool products.]

[Detected that the taiyin divine marrow forcibly awakened the original master's Origin, triggering the underlying Karma line of the Far North Icefield. This unit is a former subordinate of Xuanming Hall; having sensed the master's aura, it crossed the Void Realm to arrive.]

Gu Sheng froze in place.

Four hundred thousand exchange points.

The pity pull after going all-in and losing everything.

Turns out the one coming to save the day was someone else's personal bodyguard?

"Then what about the card I pulled?"

Gu Sheng kicked a broken sandalwood pillar, sending it flying.

The wood smashed against the wall of the hall, shattering into powder.

[Due to the violent turbulence of the Law in the Far North Icefield and space being sealed by a powerhouse of the Half-step Creation Realm, the System delivery channel is temporarily blocked. Estimated delay: Unknown.]

Gu Sheng grabbed his hair.

What is this?

I spent money to buy a stage for someone else, and I'm also being locked outside?

He looked at the black-robed figure slaughtering everyone on the screen, then looked at his empty balance.

Total loss.

"Connect to Li Yifeng."

Gu Sheng gave the command.

The screen image switched.

Li Yifeng lay in the hard ice at the edge of the altar, seventy percent of his bones broken.

His broken sword was stuck to the side.

Far North Icefield. Underground plaza.

Ye Lan ignored the three Nirvana Realm powerhouses waiting in the air.

He turned around to face Luo Qingxue, who was leaning in Su Qianxue's arms.

The hem of his black robe dragged on the ice.

Ye Lan knelt on one knee.

The black spear was stuck beside him.

He removed the bronze ghost mask, revealing a face covered in dark red curse patterns.

"Subordinate Ye Lan, I am late to protect you. Please punish me, Master."

His words echoed in the empty underground plaza.

Su Qianxue hugged Luo Qingxue tightly, not daring to breathe.

The Evil Qi emanating from this man was more terrifying than the three old monsters in the sky combined.

It was a pure aura of slaughter, crawled out from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Inside the ring, Danqingzi's Soul body curled into a ball.

Half-step Creation Realm.

The Hell Warden from three hundred years ago had not only survived but had also achieved a Breakthrough in cultivation.

A monster of this level, even if it just leaked a trace of pressure, could crush the current Su Qianxue into meat paste.

But Ye Lan had retracted all his aura completely.

Luo Qingxue raised her hand.

Her fair skin was covered in cracks, with blood constantly seeping out.

"Rise."

Ye Lan stood up.

He glanced at Luo Qingxue's broken Physical Body, then looked at the severely injured Li Yifeng and Mu Qinghan lying on the ground.

Mu Qinghan leaned against the ice wall and spat out a mouthful of bloody foam.

"Commander Ye."

Ye Lan nodded slightly.

He put the bronze ghost mask back on.

He pulled out the black spear, turned around, and looked up.

The movements were fluid and completed in one breath.

In mid-air.

Li Daoran retreated two steps, his hands quickly forming seals.

Two crystal clear orbs floated in front of him, crazily absorbing the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.

"Ye Lan! You were trapped and died in the Immortal Execution Array three hundred years ago; your Physical Body should have decayed long ago!"

Li Daoran's Daoist robe fluttered loudly in the gale.

He tried to use words to cover up the fear in his heart.

Three hundred years ago, twelve Elders of the Supreme Dao Sect at the Dao Integration Stage were nailed to death in front of the mountain gate by this black spear.

That battle was fought until the sky went dark.

The dark golden magic patterns on Gu Zhan's body glowed to the extreme, and black blood constantly seeped from the old scar on his chest.

That was the penetrating wound left by Ye Lan back then.

"A living corpse struggling on its last breath dares to bark wildly here!"

Gu Zhan slammed his fists together, erupting with a deafening roar.

Mo Wentian did not speak; the two Qi of life and death turned into two huge shields, blocking in front of him.

He had long sensed that something was wrong.

The Law of the Far North Icefield was being forcibly rewritten by this black-robed person.

None of the three Nirvana Realm powerhouses dared to strike first.

They had lived for thousands of years, and their perception of danger far exceeded that of ordinary people.

The black-robed person before them, although there was no leakage of Spiritual Qi, caused the surrounding space to vaguely repel him.

This was a sign that his cultivation had exceeded the limits of what this world could contain.

Ye Lan held the spear in reverse, his toes touching the ground.

The ice surface was not damaged in the slightest.

His whole person shot up from the ground.

There were no flashy movements, nor were there any gorgeous Spell light effects.

He appeared directly in front of Gu Zhan.

He held the spear horizontally and thrust forward.

The movement was so slow that even a Cultivator at the Qi Refinement Stage could see it clearly.

But Gu Zhan discovered that the space around him had been completely locked.

He could not escape.

He could not dodge.

Gu Zhan roared, crossing his arms to protect his chest, as the dark golden magic patterns gathered into a materialized shield.

The spear tip touched the shield.

There was no loud noise.

There was no shockwave from the collision of Spiritual Qi.

The dark golden shield melted silently, turning into a pool of black water that dripped down.

The spear pierced through Gu Zhan's arms and stabbed directly into the old scar on his chest.

Black blood gushed out.

Gu Zhan's massive body was lifted into the air by the spear.

"Noisy."

Ye Lan spat out two words.

He twisted his wrist.

The black spear twisted and killed inside Gu Zhan's body.

Half of Gu Zhan's body exploded directly, flesh and broken bones splashing onto the ice, smashing out deep pits.

The Wilderness Magic Venerable of the Nirvana Realm could not even block a single move.

Su Qianxue looked up, watching that scene in the sky.

Her mind went blank.

That was the Nirvana Realm.

The existence at the top of the pyramid of the cultivation world.

In the hands of this man wearing a bronze ghost mask, it was fragile and vulnerable.

Inside the ring, Danqingzi fell completely silent.

He even cut off his perception of the outside world, fearing that Ye Lan would detect his Soul fluctuations.

Li Daoran and Mo Wentian felt their scalps tingle.

"Half-step Creation Realm!"

Li Daoran was terrified.

He did not hesitate to crush the two crystal clear orbs in front of him.

This was the treasure of the Supreme Dao Sect, containing the full-strength blow of the Ancestral Masters of past generations.

The violent cyan Spiritual Qi turned into a giant net covering a hundred miles, covering towards Ye Lan.

At the same time, Li Daoran turned and fled.

Without the slightest hesitation.

Mo Wentian's life-and-death shields also smashed towards Ye Lan, and he followed closely behind Li Daoran, his hands crazily tearing through space.

Ye Lan did not pursue.

He held the spear with one hand and threw Gu Zhan, who had only half a breath left, onto the ice.

Gu Zhan smashed a dozen ice pillars and lay paralyzed in the ruins, coughing up blood continuously.

Ye Lan turned around to face the two who were fleeing.

He swept his spear horizontally.

A pure black spear light cut through the sky.

This spear light had no temperature, yet it caused the cold of the Far North Icefield to stagnate.

The cyan giant net and the life-and-death shields disintegrated instantly in front of the spear light, turning into nothingness.

The spear light did not decrease in momentum as it directly cut into the space crack torn open by Li Daoran and Mo Wentian.

Two screams came from the Void Realm.

Two severed arms fell from the crack and smashed onto the ice.

The cut of the severed arms was smooth, with not a drop of blood flowing out; the vitality had been completely severed.

The space crack closed rapidly.

The world returned to dead silence.

Ye Lan retracted his spear.

He descended from mid-air and walked into the ruins.

He looked down at Gu Zhan, who was still convulsing at his feet.

The spear tip rested on Gu Zhan's forehead.

On Gu Zhan's dark golden skin, the magic patterns had completely faded.

"The Master allows you to keep your corpse intact."

Ye Lan pressed his wrist down.