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The Lord of Heaven frowned slightly. "Isn't that another of your magical treasures?"

Xu Ze stretched out his hand, and a ball of flame appeared in his palm.

That was the 'Primordial Divine Fire', but it was no longer crimson; instead, it was golden, exactly the same color as the palm of the Heavenly Lord just now.

But within that gold was a radiance that even the Lord of Heaven had never seen before.

Inside, there were four other fragments of the 'Primordial Cauldron'.

"The Chaos Bell can not only block perception, but also causality."

Xu Ze withdrew the flames. "You think your senses were blocked because of the Chaos Bell?"

"Actually... no."

"It's because I'm no longer part of your karma."

The voice just fell.

The Lord of Heaven's pupils contracted violently.

"you……"

He looked at the four pieces.

These represent the four instances that Xu Ze had previously cleared.

Bai Yuxi, Ding Wan, Mu Yan, and Su Yunshang kept it for him.

The Lord of Heaven always believed that Xu Ze had not retrieved the most important fragment of the 'Primordial Cauldron'.

But in fact.

Lin Yueyan had already given it to Xu Ze.

At this moment, the five pieces have merged together and become one.

It is the strongest spiritual treasure in the world.

"You think you're in control of everything?"

at the same time.

Xu Ze drew his sword, the tip pointing at the Lord of Heaven:

"Actually, you can't control anything."

"Everything you've done has only pushed everyone towards me."

The voice just fell.

The Lord of Heaven took a step back.

It wasn't fear, it was shock.

He looked at Xu Ze, those familiar and calm eyes, and then at the dark red Zhan Yan sword, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He has calculated for ten thousand years, and his plans are flawless. How could he possibly make a mistake?

"impossible!"

The man gritted his teeth and roared down towards the area below the palace:

"Twenty-eight divine officials, heed my command! Seize this man!!"

In an instant.

Countless terrifying auras rushed towards them.

These were all powerful figures from tens of thousands of years ago, those peerless geniuses who had already reached the 'Great Ascension Stage'.

Because he cultivated the Heavenly Emperor's techniques, he ultimately became a 'puppet'.

That's why it's said that the Mahayana stage is the pinnacle, and ascension is just a deception.

Seeing this, Xu Ze simply gripped the hilt of his sword and closed his eyes.

The light patterns on the sword began to flow, and the sound of the sword resounded like a dragon's roar, echoing throughout the entire sea of ​​clouds.

"You think this is just a game for you alone? Ridiculous."

With a wave of his hand, Xu Ze unleashed a sword strike.

The entire sea of ​​clouds was split in two, revealing the gray sky below.

The crack stretched from before the Lord of Heaven all the way to the horizon, to the very end of the world.

The Heavenly Court's ruler's expression changed.

He could sense that the power of this sword strike far exceeded his expectations.

"You...you've broken through again?"

Xu Ze opened his eyes.

Those eyes were no longer calm.

There was a flame burning in those eyes.

“That’s right, this is the true Mahayana stage.”

The Heavenly Court's ruler's expression changed completely.

His fingers were trembling, his lips were quivering, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.

Mahayana period? How is that possible?

According to his calculations, Xu Ze's cultivation level would require at least another ten years to break through to the Mahayana stage.

But now, he has broken through.

It wasn't ten years, but a fleeting moment.

Right in front of him, right under his nose.

"No...impossible!"

The Lord of Heaven roared, "This wasn't in my calculations! You cheated! You used cheat codes!!"

Xu Ze looked at him, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Cheating? You're saying I'm cheating?"

This seems to be the funniest joke in the world.

"Yes! You must be cheating!"

The Heavenly Lord's voice was shrill and sharp, "Your cultivation is incorrect! No, even if you can defeat me, I still have countless heavenly soldiers..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Because a beam of light surged up from below the sea of ​​clouds, shooting straight into the sky.

That wasn't Xu Ze's sword light, but rather—

The player's light.

At this moment, all the hundreds of millions of disciples of the Xuanling Sect are being controlled by the 'players'.

Tens of thousands of players surged up from below the sea of ​​clouds, riding flying swords, spirit beasts, and auspicious clouds, forming a vast and overwhelming force.

Their cultivation levels are not high; the highest they can reach is only the Nascent Soul stage.

But there are too many of them, and they are all controlled by real-world players.

Among these people, there are countless true gaming masters, and there are also those brilliant and dazzling 'genius teenagers' like Xu Ze.

"Charge!"

"Kill them!"

"Brothers, charge!"

The chat channel was buzzing with excitement.

"I just crossed three realms and killed a cultivator!"

"I just killed some kind of spirit official, the one in white. He was a bit tough, so I brought a few more brothers with me to grind him down!"

"Haha, I killed one too! I got a spirit treasure! I wonder if I can bring it into reality!"

"Brothers, don't get reckless! Stay with the group! Don't get separated!"

"There's a boss ahead! Quick, quick, pull the monster!"

The barrage of comments surged like a tidal wave, each one flooding the screen.

Five hundred million players are online at the same time, and five hundred million people are fighting simultaneously.

The scene, the momentum, the exhilarating feeling—no words can describe it.

The heavenly soldiers and generals began to retreat, not because they were driven back, but because they were frightened away.

They are not afraid of the strong, nor are they afraid of death...

But they feared this boundless enemy, one that could neither be killed nor driven away.

For every one that falls, ten more will pounce.

Even more recurringly, there are identical individuals who are constantly being resurrected.

They can't kill them all, they simply can't kill them all!!

Moreover, they seem to have their own 'anchor point'.

Whenever a challenge fails, everyone will summarize the strategy and try to clear it without taking any damage next time.

Despite only challenging him a few times, his movements and techniques have undergone a qualitative leap, making him incredibly difficult to deal with!

"how so……"

The Lord of Heaven looked at the surging players, the heavenly soldiers and generals being overwhelmed.

And right now, the text is being spammed wildly in the chat channel.

He was completely stunned.

He calculated for ten thousand years, calculating everything.