Necropolis Immortal

Lu Yun slowly sat back down and shook his head.

“It was immortals from your World of Immortals that died. Are you not frustrated by that?” the golden dragon pressed.

“The testing of my capabilities has begun.” Lu Yun lifted his head to look at the grand supreme invading Huangpang.

He was an extraordinarily powerful grand supreme. Although he wasn’t on par with the nine clawed golden dragon, he was only a hair lower. Huang Pang and Mo Fei didn’t have the right to antagonize this level of powerhouse.

Lu Yun came to some answers after a round of deductions. Huang Pang and Mo Fei had been supremes back in the day, so those with grudges against them were also supremes—including the disciple of this grand supreme.

The death of a supreme-level disciple typically didn’t mean anything to a grand supreme. People died everyday in the chief worlds and a supreme was just an ordinary adult in the grand scheme of things.

However, the situation was different now. Huang Pang and Mo Fei were behind his disciple’s death—the leaders of the Immortal Sect on Huang Pang. The grand supreme also wouldn’t have dared raise a fuss if he walked the world by himself.

It so happened that there was an entire faction behind him.

Thus, he came and crushed an entire city as his greeting card, killing millions and even tens of millions of cultivators. He wanted to enrage Lu Yun and see how the World of Immortals would respond.

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"Huang Pang and Mo Fei, you once bullied and killed my disciple through superior numbers. I will have justice for my pitiable disciple today!” roared the grand supreme as he hurtled toward the capital city. He was seeking to land the same blow as before, one that held nothing back. Not only would it claim Huang Pang and Mo Fei’s lives, but half of the major world would also be ruined.

While the couple was also at grand supreme, it hadn’t been long since their breakthrough. Their cultivation levels were yet to stabilize, so they were completely unable to defend themselves against the blow.

Huangpang was the three hundred and sixty-fifth major world that the World of Immortals had claimed. It formed a chain with three hundred and sixty-four other major worlds of the chief worlds and constructed a complete immortal dao.

The World of Immortals possessed three thousand major worlds in the realm; the first three hundred and sixty-five were the foundations. It would be difficult for the three thousand major worlds to amount to anything if one of the original worlds was destroyed.

Far from expanding indiscriminately, the World of Immortals carefully took every step only after hundreds of millions of deductions. The three thousand worlds—three thousand and one, if including the world of immortals—were one such meticulously planned move. Their foundations were the immortal dao formed by the three hundred and sixty-five major worlds.

If something happened to Huangpang, so would the other three thousand be shaken.

The void split open in the nick of time as a ray of intersecting black and white light blasted into the grand supreme. He split apart like a porcelain object.

“Peak grand supreme!” his terrified voice rang out.

“Go to some other world if you want to throw your weight around. Do you have a death wish in picking one right under my nose?” Tailong uttered frostily.

The grand supreme knew nothing after that as he was… dead.

“Our thanks for the senior’s aid!” Huang Pang and Mo Fei maintained their composure throughout the encounter. They manifested upon seeing Tailong take action and bowed in gratitude.

“Mm.” No further sound was forthcoming from Tailong.

“Did you already know?” The nine clawed golden dragon looked at Lu Yun again. So the young man had been so displeased because so many immortals had died, not because he’d been worried for Huangpang’s safety!

“The three hundred and sixty-five major worlds are the root of the World of Immortals. How can I possibly be so ill prepared?”

The other three hundred and sixty-four were under Jin Huo’s protection. This was the only one out of her reach because it was so close to the Firmament Prison. However, Tailong was present in the ruins and Lu Yun was his strategist. The young man’s territory was naturally his territory—Tailong wouldn’t idly sit by when someone sought to cause trouble.

Of course, destroying a city meant nothing to him. It was just a collection of ants in his eyes.

Lu Yun had yet to shift to that kind of mindset, so he viewed it as a precious collection of people. They were living beings with ideals and emotions. To be destroyed for no reason, just like that?

It was a very hard pill to swallow.

He had to choose a select few in the tomb of the empyrean supreme as he couldn’t save everyone, but here…

He waved the Gates of the Abyss open and a path unseen by the living unfurled from it. Souls of the dead from the grand supreme’s blow filtered to hell through the path. No one could see it, but the dragon close at hand clearly saw everything that Lu Yun did.

“This is not the mindset of the strong,” he pointed out. “Pity for the weak will only drag you into the abyss. Saints who seek to do good by the world ultimately become clay idols in temples.”

Lu Yun fell silent; he also understood this logic. He’d never pictured himself as a good guy. He was just a normal guy—a normal guy with modern thoughts.

Fuxi’s reformation of Earth had been very successful. The civilization of cultivation had been extinct on Earth in the past, but its awareness of thought was unparalleled in the chief worlds. Any Earthling, not just Lu Yun, would most likely possess a heart of sympathy. They would very probably picture themselves among the masses, the regular people.

They wouldn’t place themselves on a pedestal.

All life was born equal and everyone was equal. Those not of my race were sure to think different thoughts.

Such were Lu Yun’s principles. He only cared about humanity—the modern day immortals. He wouldn’t even blink if it was another race in front of him.

The Gates of the Abyss were open and the Yellow Springs Path stretched through an endless sea of Hell Flowers. Countless yin spirits and ghostly entities entered hell.

Kaboom!

A loud explosion sounded from the Firmament Prison. The void shook and Lu Yun jerked his head up.

“The dark peak grand supreme… it’s her!” He realized. Chu Xingran’s primary body was attacking Tailong!

She’d fully assimilated into the chief worlds and was no longer expelled by the realm. She could even cultivate and deploy the orders of the chief worlds for her own use. It’d been the dark peak grand supreme behind the supreme earlier.

She was making a move now to kill Tailong.