199: The coming war, recall.

The Six-winged Angel’s Divine Soul trembled as he watched the seven-colored lightning ball, constantly flashing with vibrant electrical light, spin in Lu Yuchen’s hand.

Run!

He must run immediately!

Without thinking, he directly abandoned the Physical Body that was about to descend, transforming into a golden stream of light, and tried to retract into the spatial crack!

"Trying to leave?"

Lu Yuchen sneered.

"Too late."

He flicked his finger, lightly tapping the lightning ball that was slowly spinning in his palm.

"Go."

The lightning ball left his hand, silently, yet it seemed to transcend the barriers of space and time, arriving in an instant!

It directly plunged into the spatial crack that was about to close!

The next moment.

There was no sound.

Or rather, when the sound reached its extreme, it became absolute silence.

On the other side of that space, within the distant Divine Kingdom, a massive seven-colored mushroom cloud rose up.

Separated by endless space and time, everyone seemed to hear the Six-winged Angel’s desperate shriek, filled with endless fear and unwillingness, before his death.

...

After completing all of this, Lu Yuchen clapped his hands, as if brushing off non-existent dust, as if he had only done a trivial matter.

He slowly descended from the Void Realm, standing on the True One Holy Land, which had already become a ruin.

Just at this moment!

"Boom—!"

An ancient Aura erupted from the deepest part of the ruins.

A figure soared into the sky from underground!

The newcomer wore a gray Daoist robe, with white hair and beard, and a withered face, as if he could sit in meditation and die at any moment.

Half-step Martial God!

He was the Old Ancestor of the True One Holy Land who had been in slumber for thousands of years!

He was already a dying man; if not for today’s disturbance by these successive terrifying fluctuations, he would likely have remained in slumber until his demise.

As soon as he emerged from his seclusion, he saw the horrific scene, like a living hell, and the young man in green robes whose Aura seemed ordinary yet made him feel a pang of dread.

"Who are you?!"

"Why did you destroy my True One Holy Land?!"

"Looking at you, there isn't a trace of Internal Energy on your body, just like that birdman, you're an anomaly! Please stay for a period to cooperate with the investigation!"

Clearly, this old fellow had realized that Lu Yuchen’s Cultivation system was not Martial Dao and was beginning to get greedy.

Lu Yuchen didn't even bother to waste more words.

He just slowly turned his head.

He glanced at him.

Just that one glance!

It was ordinary.

But the Old Ancestor of the True One Holy Land felt as if his Divine Soul was instantly clutched tightly by an invisible giant hand of the heavens, then violently squeezed!

An indescribable fear erupted from the depths of his Soul!

He wanted to speak and beg for mercy, but no sound came from his throat.

His life force was cut off in an instant.

"Thud."

A soft sound.

The Old Ancestor of the True One Holy Land, who had just been so imposing, fell straight down from mid-air.

He died with his eyes wide open.

The Sect Master of the True One Holy Land, who had already been scared silly, could no longer support himself upon seeing this scene; his legs gave out, and he slumped to the ground, his crotch wet.

He was… scared so badly he peed himself!

"Se... Senior..."

His voice was tearful, "My... my True One Holy Land, where exactly did we offend Senior?"

"Noisy."

Lu Yuchen frowned slightly, a bit impatient.

He slowly spoke, his voice not loud.

"This Venerable One is Lu Yuchen, Sect Master of the Tai Xuan Immortal Sect."

"You saw the birdman just now; this world is about to become restless, so prepare early. Your Old Ancestor brought his death upon himself. If you want revenge, you are welcome at any time."

With that, he no longer paid attention to the Sect Master, who was already scared out of his wits. His figure flickered, and he had already vanished from his original spot.

Only the Sect Master remained, slumped in the ruins, muttering the two names that would forever be etched in his memory, rambling incoherently.

"Lu Yuchen... Tai Xuan Immortal Sect..."

He knew that from this day forward, the heavens of the Tianwu Continent were about to change.

A supreme existence, enough to make all top forces tremble, had officially declared its presence!

...

At the same time.

A distant, unknown foreign realm.

Manling Great World.

Inside a magnificent temple constructed from dark crystals.

The atmosphere was so heavy it could almost drip with water.

Upon the throne in the temple sat a majestic man wearing a crown and with twelve wings on his back.

He was the Emperor of the Dark Angel Clan.

Below him were several royal princes with ten or eight wings.

At this moment, everyone's gaze was focused on the large light screen in the center of the temple, which was formed by condensed Divine Power.

On the light screen, the last image transmitted by the Six-winged Angel before his demise was clearly playing.

From Lu Yuchen’s step into Soul Transformation, to him triggering the seven-colored Heavenly Tribulation, and then to him effortlessly annihilating the Six-winged Angel with a flick of his finger.

Inside the temple, there was a deathly silence.

After a long while, a ten-winged prince finally swallowed with difficulty, his voice dry.

"Cult... Cultivators..."

These two words seemed to carry some kind of forbidden magic, causing all the angels present to shiver, and deep fear was revealed in their scarlet eyes.

They seemed to recall something extremely terrifying.

That war, in an incredibly distant era, which had almost brought their entire Dark Angel Clan down from the altar...

That figure, also in green robes, also calm and collected, yet with a single sword, had severed their Ancestor’s Divinity...

"Transmit my Imperial Order!"

Upon the throne, the Dark Angel Emperor suddenly rose, his eyes now burning with raging fury and fear!

"At all costs! Repair the teleportation Formation!"

"I will personally lead the army and descend upon that world!"

"I will let that damned Cultivator know that the dignity of my Dark Angel Clan cannot be provoked!"

"More importantly..." He changed his tone, a hint of extreme greed flashing in his eyes, "That world seems... to have Spiritual Qi recovery."

"A world Origin that has just begun to recover... Hehehe, if I can devour it, I, perhaps, can also take that final step!"

...

The scene returned to the Tianwu Continent.

Northern Region.

Lu Yuchen’s figure appeared silently.

"Nanny, it's time for us to go back."

He said softly to the Void Realm.

A moment later, a small figure emerged from the Void Realm, directly pouncing into his arms.

It was Lu Nuannuan, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Master!"

Lu Yuchen ruffled her small head, and then a hint of solemnity flashed in his eyes.

A sense of impending storm, a feeling of oppression, enveloped his heart.

"It's time to call those boys back."

He muttered to himself, his gaze seemingly piercing through endless space and time, looking towards the distant Eastern Region, Southern Region, and Western Region.

"A war that will sweep across the entire Tianwu Realm is about to begin."