Chapter 138: Dragging Someone Out

Cold Tian never dreamed that he would once again encounter the ancient, weathered stone stele of the Burial God Domain within this vast, primordial realm—and under such a breathtaking circumstance.

“Boss, do you recognize this stele? It feels to me like a sovereign of heaven and earth; even the slightest movement could utterly annihilate me!” Judah, the moment the stele appeared, had already hidden himself within the center of Cold Tian’s brow, obediently curling up atop the blood-red rune, too frightened to move.

Cold Tian himself felt that seeing the Burial God Stele again was akin to standing before a radiant giant of the mysterious dimension—one could only worship and look up in awe, as if a supreme being gazed down upon him.

“Could it be that this Burial God Stele is actually a supreme and grand divine artifact?” Cold Tian pondered inwardly, deeply sensing the inviolable celestial majesty emanating from the stele.

A low hum resonated.

The Nine-Colored Divine Stele blazed with divine radiance, darkening the entire sky. An overwhelming, oppressive force descended upon the ancient realm, pressing down over the altar deep within the mountainous heartland of the demon clans. Tens of thousands of demons, including several demon lords, fell to their knees under this sudden, immense celestial pressure.

The myriad demons trembled in panic, all kneeling as if awaiting the arrival of a godly presence.

Yet Cold Tian, facing the Nine-Colored Divine Stele directly, was not subjected to such oppression. At the very moment the stele unleashed its immense pressure, a thunderous blade cry shattered the heavens, emanating from Cold Tian’s dantian.

A flash of light erupted from his dantian, and a simple yet profound azure greatsword hovered above his head. Though it emitted no overt aura, an invisible, weighty, vast power surged upward, striving to pierce through the firmament, dispersing the tremendous celestial might.

Cold Tian’s eyes gleamed with a strange brilliance. He looked up at the azure greatsword, then glanced at the Nine-Colored Divine Stele. A surge of pride welled within him, a deep intuition that grasping this azure blade could sever the earth itself and shatter the very heavens.

“Ahhh…”

A powerful, resonant roar burst forth from his lips. His hands naturally gripped the hilt, and a platinum-colored aura billowed around his body. The massive peak insignia on his chest shimmered with seven colors. Behind him, hundreds of black mountain peaks floated, radiating an overwhelming and profound majestic energy that rivaled the stele's celestial force.

At this moment, Cold Tian’s face flushed deeply, his hair bristling. The immense, weighty aura surged from the giant mountain shadows behind him. The azure greatsword above remained plain but projected an invisible aura that rivaled the Nine-Colored Divine Stele in the sky.

“Slash!”

Cold Tian’s eyes widened fiercely. With a mighty shout, he gripped the azure greatsword and swung it fiercely toward the divine stele.

An invisible wave of blade energy cut through the distance between them, striking the Nine-Colored Divine Stele with a thunderous explosion that echoed through the void. The colossal shockwave instantly spread for thousands of miles.

Several towering peaks along the way were shattered into dust by the shockwave. After the tremendous roar, the sky blazed with brilliant nine-colored light, nearly blotting out the entire firmament.

The earth shook violently; vast areas collapsed, and in some places, underground rivers erupted, spewing columns of water.

At the moment of impact, Cold Tian clearly saw the deep blue sky suddenly turn jet black as the invisible blade wave collided with the stele.

Through the tri-colored flow in his eyes, Cold Tian knew clearly that the sky darkened not due to an energy veil, but because it had shattered over a vast expanse.

“Did I really do that?” Cold Tian could hardly believe what he saw—that his bold strike had shattered the sky itself. What terrifying power must that require!

“Boss, your aura just now nearly scared me out of my wits! You were so formidable at that moment, you were no longer human…” Judah said, trembling.

“What did you say?” Cold Tian’s heart gave a jolt.

Realizing his slip, Judah quickly forced a smile: “Boss, don’t be angry. I meant that in that instant, you seemed like a descending deity. Your majestic pressure could destroy heaven and earth!”

Cold Tian himself felt as if he had become a divine being, filled with boundless power, evoking a lonely invincibility.

“Kid, this time you barely passed muster—you didn’t disgrace me. That’s just a broken stone stele forged into a boundary-sealing monument, yet it dares to act arrogantly before me. If it were back in the day, I would have shattered it with a single strike and laid the pieces as a path in my garden!”

Hearing such cocky words, Cold Tian’s expression darkened. He thought to himself, this guy acts like he’s the only invincible force in the world, as if he’s so powerful he is lonely.

“Wait, isn’t this the Burial God Domain stele? How did it become a boundary-sealing monument?” Cold Tian, having encountered many eccentrics, tried to keep his nerves steady and asked bluntly rather than politely.

“You’re even more arrogant than me! The famous boundary-sealing monument, and you call it that broken godly domain stele? Not bad, kid, I didn’t misjudge you,” the voice of the formidable middle-aged man from the Tower of Babel echoed again in Cold Tian’s mind.

“No, you’re the arrogant one. Who said anything about breaking the stele to pave a garden path?” Cold Tian retorted bluntly.

“Hahaha…” The man’s laughter thundered in Cold Tian’s mind, making it hum fiercely. Judah curled up trembling atop the blood-colored rune.

“Kid, that strike just now felt incredibly powerful, didn’t it? All of this is my doing—admire me, worship me!”

“You did? Yeah, right. That was the effect of your bloodline technique coupled with the mountain’s aura. It has nothing to do with you!” Cold Tian couldn’t help but argue.

“Heh… soon enough, you won’t be able to deny it. Do you know why this broken stele came to this realm?”

“How should I know!” Cold Tian replied evenly and directly.

Ignoring the disdain in Cold Tian’s tone, the man continued to mutter, “Because a great abyssal demon escaped its confinement and is rampaging through the Azure Sea and Jade Sky, slaughtering all living beings! This realm’s treasure, the boundary-sealing monument, has come here to suppress the demon anew!”

“What? A demon in the Azure Sea and Jade Sky? So what? There are several supreme beings there who wouldn’t fear a single demon!” Cold Tian was shocked but spoke nonchalantly.

“Supreme beings? That’s laughable! Their cultivation is laughable, yet they dare call themselves supreme. I guess you haven’t seen much of the world.”

The man paused, seemingly to gauge Cold Tian’s reaction, but was disappointed. Cold Tian ignored the words and instead focused intently on the boundary-sealing monument vanishing into the distance.

“Damn it! Kid, I’ll show you my true power! Let’s see if I’m mightier than the boundary-sealing monument! Come, I’ll take you to beat the demon!”

As the man spoke, the azure greatsword above Cold Tian’s head emitted a thunderous blade cry and a blue light shield enveloped him, lifting him skyward. With a flash, they were a hundred miles away.

“We’ve pierced the spatial boundary!” Cold Tian exclaimed from a hundred miles afar. In the next moment, he flashed another hundred miles. The Nine-Colored Boundary-Sealing Monument had already vanished.

Deep within the demon clan’s stronghold, inside the mountain altar, demon lords Aoshan, Hongyu, and others wore solemn expressions. Moments before, they had received pleas for aid from several saints in the Azure Sea and Jade Sky. They learned that the ferocious demon, sealed beneath the ocean for ten thousand years, had escaped and was mercilessly devouring all life.

The demon lords were shaken to their core. They understood the demon’s power—though millennia of confinement might have weakened it, it was still a formidable force. They knew that if the demon were cornered, it could become uncontrollable.

After a long silence, Aoshan spoke first in a deep voice: “Since the demon has escaped, we, as members of the ancient realm, cannot stand idly by.”

His gaze swept across the others before resting on Qingqing, smiling gently: “Qingqing, remain here to guard our base. Hongyu, Yuxuan, and I will accompany the three saints to confront the demon.”

“We cannot enter the Azure Sea and Jade Sky. Aoshan, have you forgotten the rules?” Hongyu said, unwilling. When the Heavenly Void God decreed that the lower realm demons could not enter, he believed the Void God should resolve this demon problem. Their hasty intervention would be reckless and unjustified.

“This is no concern. I believe the Void God will not blame us. Eradicating the demon is the responsibility of the entire great world and all its myriad beings. Our cause is just, and we will have more confidence in the Void God’s presence afterward,” Aoshan declared solemnly, looking at Hongyu and Yuxuan. “If the Azure Sea is consumed by the demon, an even crueler catastrophe awaits us.”

Hongyu and the others grew serious. “Then we shall depart immediately to assist the three saints in battling the demon.”

Aoshan nodded and rose into the air. Amidst a dragon’s roar of azure light, he transformed into a hundred-zhang azure dragon, his massive tail sweeping as he rode auspicious clouds toward the exit.

Hongyu and Yuxuan also manifested their true forms, pursuing Aoshan as they sped toward the Tower of Babel.

At the altar, Qingqing watched the three demon lords disappear from sight, worry etched on her delicate face as she silently prayed for their safety.

Across the vast cerulean sea, waves churned and roared. Two saints, Ice and Fire, faces flushed, retreated beside the red-faced elder. Both were breathing heavily, their sacrificial blades restored to original form, firmly gripped in their hands.

Opposite them, a thousand-zhang demon bore wounds from their full strike. Deep green blood dripped from a gash on the demon’s crown.

“Lowly ants, you actually wounded me. Even if it costs my energy, I will annihilate and devour you today!” The demon, despite its injuries, ceased absorbing the azure seawater to recover strength, intending to eliminate the three saints and vent its fury.

“My two junior brothers, guard me well. If this strike does not severely wound it, we must flee this Azure Sea with our trusted disciples,” the red-faced elder, now a hundred-zhang tall, gripped his purple longsword firmly, his tone resolute.

The saga unfolds.