Chapter 42 Who Will Be the First to Commit Their Death?

Above the firmament, that gray [Silence Decree] was like a shroud that covered the sky and blocked the sun, greedily draining the vitality accumulated by the Lower Realm for a million years.

The earth of the Eastern Desolation wailed. The once lush forests withered at a speed visible to the naked eye. Countless Cultivators discovered in horror that the spiritual energy within their bodies was irreversibly flowing out through their pores toward the sky.

It felt as if the blood vessels of the entire Shenhuang Continent had been forcibly cut open, and its blood was gurgling toward the Upper Realm.

“Hahahaha! Lin Yuan! Luo Xue! You're dead!”

Standing in a corner of the Immortal palace holding a lantern, the Eastern Heaven Immortal King laughed with extreme ferocity, not even noticing that the Everburning Lamp in his hand was shaking. “This is a planar isolation personally initiated by the Immortal Emperor! Without Spiritual Qi, no matter how strong your physical bodies are, you are nothing but water without a source, a tree without roots! Within three days, your Lifespan will be exhausted and you will turn into withered bones!”

“So noisy.”

Lin Yuan stepped into the Void Realm with bare feet, turning his head to cast a cold glance at the Eastern Heaven Immortal King.

With just a single look, the previously clamoring Immortal King suddenly felt as if he had been struck by an eternal glacier. A gurgling sound came from his throat, and he could no longer utter a single word.

Lin Yuan looked up at the constantly rotating gray vortex, a thick sense of disgust showing in his eyes.

“Cutting off someone's livelihood is like killing their parents. Cutting off my Spiritual Qi... you're trying to cut off my internet connection directly.”

Although Lin Yuan didn't understand what 'Severing the Heaven-Earth Connection' meant, he knew that if he let this thing keep spinning, his freshly brewed World Tree tender leaf tea would lose all its flavor, and the tree he had just successfully planted in the backyard would turn into firewood.

This was absolutely intolerable.

“Old Wan, the sword.”

Lin Yuan extended his right hand, his tone flat.

“Master, take the sword!”

Demon Venerable Wanhua had been waiting for a long time. Holding the ancient and silent [zhutian] ominous sword with both hands, his figure flashed, and he respectfully handed it to Lin Yuan.

Three years ago, Lin Yuan had picked up this sword casually to peel apples, and later kept it by his side to nurture it.

The first time it was unsheathed, it leveled the Forbidden Sea.

The second time it was unsheathed, it cut down the Divine Eye of the Immortal Court.

And this time, the moment Lin Yuan's fingers touched the hilt, the entire deathly silent sky suddenly produced an extremely eerie vibration.

“Buzz————”

There was no dazzling sword light, nor any earth-shattering phenomena.

Lin Yuan simply gave it a casual swing.

The arc drawn by that sword strike was simple to the extreme, yet domineering to the extreme.

Under everyone's stunned gazes, that black sword line, capable of severing the Karma of a plane, was like a glimmer of light breaking through the night as it drifted lightly against that gray decree.

“Rip!”

A crisp sound of tearing silk echoed through the Nine Heavens.

The [Silence Decree], claimed to be able to return all worlds to silence and refined from the Immortal Emperor's essence blood, was actually as fragile as a piece of scrap paper torn by a naughty child under the edge of [zhutian]!

The gray vortex disintegrated in an instant. The vitality and spiritual energy that had been drained away lost the pull of the suction and, like a grand rain of flowing light, frantically fed back into the Shenhuang Continent.

“This... how is this possible?! The Immortal Emperor's decree... was split open by a single sword strike?!”

In the corner, the four Great Immortal Kings' eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and the hands holding the lanterns trembled violently. That was a divine object carrying the original will of the Immortal Realm! It was actually cut casually in the Lower Realm like a tailor cutting cloth?

However, an even more despairing scene occurred.

After Lin Yuan split the decree, he did not stop.

He looked at the rift between the Immortal and mortal realms revealed by the torn decree, a subtle cold light flashing in his eyes.

“You're allowed to drain my Qi, but I'm not allowed to take yours as compensation?”

Lin Yuan followed the momentum and flicked [zhutian] upward, lightly uttering two words:

“Come here!”

“Rumble!!!”

The hundred thousand Divine Elephant Particles within Lin Yuan's body all resonated at this moment. A terrifying brute force, enough to forcibly rewrite the gravity of a plane, erupted along the blade of the sword!

At the other end of the Immortal-mortal rift, the Immortal Realm, which had been watching the show, suddenly felt an irresistible and frantic pull.

That was a true 'Reverse Severing of the Heaven-Earth Connection'!

The spiritual energy that had originally been flowing toward the Upper Realm was not only entirely reclaimed by Lin Yuan, but even the strands of extremely pure 'Longevity Immortal Qi' from the Immortal Realm's Origin were forcibly dragged down from the Immortal Realm's side by Lin Yuan using this unreasonable, violent method!

“Heavens! That is the Primordial Ancestral Vein of the Immortal Realm!”

Luo Xue cried out in alarm. She watched as those rivers of spiritual energy, like giant golden dragons, were torn section by section from the rift and dragged into the Lower Realm by Lin Yuan. Her entire mind had gone blank.

This behavior was no longer a battle.

This was publicly snatching the Immortal Realm's lifeblood!

The living beings of the Shenhuang Continent went completely wild. The previously parched land exploded with spiritual energy in an instant. Countless Cultivators broke through their realms on the spot. Taixuan Dao Sect even had a rain of crystalline Spirit Stones because the spiritual energy was too dense.

Meanwhile, Lin Yuan was standing at the edge of the void.

He casually reached out and grabbed the torn fragments of the decree, looking at them with disdain.

“This fabric looks quite thick. It'll be perfect to take back and line the nest for those two Qilins.”

After saying that, Lin Yuan turned his head and looked into the depths of the rift that was still spewing Immortal Qi, his tone carrying a chilling laziness:

“Since you're reluctant to close the door, then this seat will personally go up today and help you fix it.”

Before his voice had even faded, Lin Yuan, carrying his sword and barefoot, stepped into the spatial tunnel connecting to the Immortal Realm.

“Old Wan, watch the house. If anyone dares to make a move, chop them up and feed them to the fish.”

“Luo Xue, if you haven't finished sweeping those fallen leaves by the time I get back, see if I don't give you a piece of my mind.”

Leaving behind two exceptionally mundane instructions, Lin Yuan's figure completely disappeared into that rift.

...

Nine Heavens Immortal Realm, Central Immortal Court.

Supreme Immortal Emperor was sitting cross-legged by the Eternal Longevity Pool. His originally majestic double pupils were now filled with a ghost-seeing horror.

Just now, he felt the spiritual energy concentration of the Immortal Realm drop by thirty percent!

It had been 'dug' away right from under his nose!

“Damn it! That beast... he actually dares to charge up here?!”

“All generals hear my command! Activate the [Zhu-Xian Lu-Shen Great Array]! Pass down my decree to awaken the several Old Ancestors sleeping in the ‘Immortal Burial Mound’!”

“We must grind this scoundrel's bones to ashes outside the Southern Heaven Gate!!!”

The Immortal Emperor's roar spread throughout the entire Immortal Realm.

The entire Nine Heavens Immortal Realm was now in chaos. Countless old monsters who had been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years were startled awake.

Because they all felt a heavy pressure called 'death' approaching this sacred land step by step through that ragged rift, with an overwhelming sense of oppression.

And at this time.

Outside the Southern Heaven Gate.

Lin Yuan, carrying that ominous sword that had peeled apples and also slain Immortals, slowly walked out of the void.

He looked at the dense black mass in front of him—a terrifying defensive line composed of countless True Immortals—as well as that killing array flashing with endless cold light.

Lin Yuan let out an extremely bored yawn, his gaze sweeping over the majestic archway of the Southern Heaven Gate.

“If I scrape off the gold powder on this archway, it should be enough to give my teapot a bright plating.”

“Since I'm already here, let's not waste time.”

“Who will step forward to die first?”