System: After the fortune telling, my cultivation level skyrocketed.

It was another head-on attack, but this time it was completely different! Chen Xuan's fingertip sword finger fell down, its sharpness carrying six transcendent immortal energy, sweeping across like a heaven-opening blade. The ten fierce ancestors didn't even have time to scream before they were all annihilated!

The enormous body, formed from half-step Eternal Divine Lightning, instantly disintegrated and shattered, transforming into a dense rain of lightning that surged towards Chen Xuan's divine body like weary birds returning to their nests.

The purest and most refined lightning power surged into his limbs and bones. The relief and joy of rain after a long drought made Chen Xuan, who had been fighting for a long time, freeze for a moment. His tense body relaxed instantly, and the wounds all over his body healed rapidly under the nourishment of the lightning.

"As expected... the second primordial spirit has already entered the tribulation of inner demons, but the tribulation clouds of the main body have not yet dissipated. Is it an additional blessing from the tribulation of the gods?" Chen Xuan murmured, his eyes sweeping over the still rolling dark red tribulation clouds above his head, and a sense of enlightenment arose in his heart.

The moment the words fell—

wow——

sizzle-

The dark red eye of the tribulation cloud suddenly boiled, and a golden light pierced through the clouds. A bald man holding a nine-story pagoda and wearing a gray-blue robe stepped out into the air.

His steps were slow, each step seeming to land on a point in time, and he was surrounded by a faint, chaotic aura.

Although this person was at the Quasi-Emperor level, the aura he exuded was completely different from that of the previous Ten Fiend Ancestors.

Clearly manifested in the void, yet seemingly separated by an endless river of time, ethereal and distant, untouched by the dust and grime of the mortal world.

The bald man, holding a nine-story pagoda, slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes were as deep as the starry sky, staring at Chen Xuan without the slightest emotional fluctuation, as if looking at an inanimate object.

He slightly raised his hand, and the nine-story pagoda in his hand suddenly began to spin wildly, with runes flowing across its surface, exuding a profound Daoist aura that suppressed eternity.

The next moment, a dazzling golden beam of light shot out from the base of the pagoda. The beam was so fast that Chen Xuan had no time to react and was immediately immobilized by it.

In the instant he was frozen in place, Chen Xuan finally saw the nine-story pagoda that was suppressing him—its outline and its Daoist aura were so familiar!

A flash of lightning struck his mind, and Chen Xuan roared inwardly, "Holy crap! Could this be the Quasi-Emperor Master of the Little Tower during its ancient era? Could the thing that suppressed me be the illusory image of the Little Tower at its peak?!"

Unfortunately, he was firmly imprisoned by the golden beam of light. He couldn't even blink, let alone struggle. He could only watch helplessly as the bald man appeared, filled with horror and resentment.

The bald quasi-emperor glanced at Chen Xuan indifferently, uttering a single word without any emotion: "Destroy."

wow——

As the words fell, golden light surged forth! Chen Xuan's figure vanished instantly within the beam of light, leaving not a trace of divine blood or a breath behind, as if he had never existed in this void.

Millions of miles away, Jue Wuqing froze, stunned as if struck by lightning; the thirteen True Immortal Elders looked at each other, completely bewildered by what had happened.

"The aura and its cause... are gone! Chen Xuan's aura has completely vanished!" A True Immortal elder spoke in a trembling voice, his tone filled with disbelief.

"He was obliterated by the quasi-emperor's phantom? How could this be? He had clearly made it to the final checkpoint, how could he be so easily obliterated!"

Jue Wuqing's eyes were bloodshot, his immortal power surging uncontrollably, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood. "I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!"

He growled, his voice hoarse and broken, "Just one step away! Just one step away!"

Just as Jue Wuqing was filled with grief and indignation and was about to curse, he suddenly discovered a strange situation—logically speaking, when the person undergoing tribulation dies, the cause and effect are severed, and the heavenly tribulation should dissipate accordingly.

But at this moment, the tribulation clouds above Xuanxiao Star were still rolling, and the illusory image of the bald quasi-emperor had not left!