Perfection: The Eastern Emperor Bell manifests, I am the Golden Crow Heavenly Emperor

Chapter 117 Collection
As soon as he entered the Immortal Realm, he could no longer hold on. His source was almost exhausted, and his broken imperial body crashed into a desolate mountain range, stirring up clouds of dust.

The black ice crystals, as if alive, continued to slowly erode his remaining life force.

Almost immediately afterward, several more streaks of light, carrying the intense smoke of the Boundary Sea and an aura of despair, rushed into the Immortal Realm from different directions, using various methods, whether violent or cunning, like stray dogs!

Some of them were engulfed in flames, yet the flames were eerily black; others rode in broken bronze chariots, which were riddled with broken, dark spears.

Even worse, only a dim wisp of primordial spirit light remained, enveloping the core Dao principles, which could be extinguished at any moment.

These are survivors who fought their way out from different ancient realms and directions. Their strength ranges from ordinary Immortal Kings to top-tier Immortal Kings, but without exception, they are all seriously injured, their aura is weakened, and their eyes still hold the immense fear and sorrow of witnessing the destruction of their homes and the tragic deaths of their relatives and friends.

Their arrival was like boulders thrown into an already turbulent lake in the Immortal Realm, instantly creating a huge wave!
"It's Fellow Daoist Hanpo! Xuanming Ice Sea too..."

"That's... the Blazing Fire King of the Nine Flames Realm? He's injured like this?!"

"They escaped...they all escaped...our world is finished! Completely finished!"

The surviving Celestial Kings either roared in grief, whispered numbly, or struggled to find familiar comrades despite their severe injuries. They brought not only themselves, but also the terrifying, world-ending information that was unfolding outside.

The native Immortal Kings of the Immortal Realm were alarmed and all turned their divine senses toward these uninvited guests.

Some felt pity and vigilance, secretly guiding and investigating; others watched indifferently, worried that these "disaster stars" would attract the attention of the dark.

Even more unusually, a dark and ambiguous light flashed deep in their eyes, as if they were weighing something.

The wisdom lamp of the Ancient Immortal King Burning Lamp flickered intensely, analyzing and verifying the information of each intruder with all its might, while simultaneously compiling the most urgent intelligence for Lu Xuan.

"Confirmed: The Dark Sacrifice has been fully launched. The mode is a multi-point simultaneous invasion, prioritizing the destruction of worlds with resistance potential or containing special origins."

"The frequency and solidity of the 'Ancient Hall of Guidance' phantom have been observed to increase significantly, suggesting that it is building a stable passage for the descent of darkness."

"There are seven escaped Immortal Kings, from different ancient realms. They are all seriously injured and their Dao hearts are damaged. Three of them have extremely subtle dark tracking marks on their bodies."

"Within the Immortal Realm, four hidden locations have shown unusual energy fluctuations, which are suspected to be in response to certain beings among the fugitives or to dark forces outside. The coordinates have been locked."

Lu Xuan's eyes, though tightly closed, moved slightly.

He heard the commotion outside and sensed the impact the Immortal Realm barrier was bearing and the sudden increase in tension within.

He saw the tragic state and despair of those fleeing immortal kings, and also smelled a faint, peculiar scent mixed in with the sorrow.

The Dark Sacrifice has begun.

The heavens weep blood, and all worlds groan in despair.

But he still didn't move.

The assault on the final barrier has reached its most critical moment; the fusion of the three Dao Fruits is just one last thread away from being achieved. If it is interrupted now, all previous efforts will be in vain.

More importantly, he needs these "variables" to completely stir up the waters of the Immortal Realm.

Let fear spread, let the hidden traitors reveal their true colors, let the wavering make their final choice, and let the true fighters, under the oppression of despair, burst forth with an even stronger light.

"Send a message to light the lamp." Lu Xuan's thoughts were cold and clear.

"First, in the name of the remnants of the Chaos War Court, issue the highest warning to all Immortal Kings of the Immortal Realm and newly arrived fugitive Immortal Kings: The Dark Sacrifice has arrived, and the Immortal Realm is on the front line of the storm. Those who wish to resist the darkness may register, rest, and receive initial screening and treatment at the three locations of 'Wanqing Cliff', 'Qianhuan Maze City', and 'Xuangang Cave Heaven', but must abide by the absolute martial law regulations."

"Second, order Yanhuang and Yangshuo to suspend their trials in the Void Realm. Yangshuo will take the Purifying Pill I refined to meet and guide the escaped Immortal King to the aforementioned locations, while secretly observing his words and actions. Yanhuang will use the 'Demon-Breaking Talisman' to cooperate with Fellow Daoist Randeng, focusing on monitoring the four places where abnormal energy fluctuations are occurring. If any unusual activity is detected, record it immediately, but do not alert the enemy."

"Third, tell the Butcher that it's time to start 'fishing'. While ensuring your own concealment, create the illusion of a small-scale 'resistance' at the edge of the boundary sea to attract and eliminate some of the dark minions, and test the dark faction's reaction and troop deployment, but never get close to the 'Eternal Dark Vortex' or the area where the Ancient Temple manifests."

Upon receiving the command, Lu Xuan once again immersed his entire mind in the boiling, chaotic, and annihilating source within his body. The cataclysmic destruction and the fall of various realms outside seemed to transform into a cold yet grand backdrop deep within his Dao heart.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the final completion of its own breakthrough.

Waiting for the complete division and cleansing of the Immortal Realm under pressure.

We await the slightest... flaw that the Dark Faction might reveal after fully activating the Grand Sacrifice.

Outside the Golden Crow Ancestral Hall, the commotion, panic, and suspicion caused by the influx of fleeing Immortal Kings are brewing.

Ran Deng, Qing Mu, Li Yue, Xuan Gang, and the others, following Lu Xuan's instructions, began to operate quietly like intricate gears.

Yang Shuo acts as a low-key guide, Yan Huang is like a hunter in the dark, and the Butcher hones his blade at the edge of the Boundary Sea.

The tidal wave of destruction is upon us, and the lone ship of the Immortal Realm is rocking violently. But beneath the deepest darkness and chaos, a colder, more cohesive, and more resolute force is quietly weaving a net of counterattack.

The eye of the storm is often the calmest place.

Lu Xuan is the heart of chaos and annihilation in the eye of this storm in the immortal realm, drawing nourishment from all destruction and despair, about to erupt with light that tears apart the eternal night...

In the Golden Crow Ancestral Hall, the passage of time seems to be completely distorted.

One day outside the palace may be a thousand years inside.

The gray-gold Daoist droplets around Lu Xuan no longer floated, but instead, like rivers flowing into the sea, surged back into his body and condensed into a strange "eggshell" in his dantian, a space of primordial chaos, restrained fighting spirit, and utter stillness.

This "eggshell" is not a physical entity, but rather the ultimate barrier formed by the extreme compression and mutual crushing of the three Dao principles, yet forcibly unified under some higher will.

It isolated the inside from the outside, sealing away all of Lu Xuan's consciousness, origin, insights, and even his fusion with the remnant spirit of the nameless Quasi-Immortal Emperor, and carrying out the final and most dangerous gestation within it.

Inside the eggshell lies boundless chaos and deathly silence.

There was no light, no sound, and no concept of time or space.

Only Lu Xuan's undying core of will and the nameless Quasi-Immortal Emperor's faint true spirit imprint, like a binary system, slowly rotated and resonated in the absolute void.

They no longer communicate, because all that needed to be communicated had already been accomplished through hundreds of thousands of years of symbiosis and preaching.

This moment is one of fusion, of sublimation, of breaking free from all self-imposed constraints and launching the final assault on that supreme realm!

(End of this chapter)