Chapter 1057 - Heaven Profound Realm

The movement of a Heaven Profound Realm cultivator always sent shockwaves through the True Martial Continent. As the ancestors of the Wang, Yuan, and Liao Clans erupted in a fury, countless sects and factions instantly sensed their overwhelming auras surging like storms.

"What's happening? Why are so many Heaven Profound experts emerging? Has something major happened in the True Martial Continent?" Panic rippled across the land.

One after another, hidden Heaven Profound Realm powerhouses stirred from seclusion, alarmed by the terrifying fluctuations erupting from the three clans' ancestors, and none of them returned to their dwellings right away.

Instead, divine senses stretched across the skies like invisible tidal waves, and each shot straight toward Astral Glory City.

"You bastards of the Heavenly Dao Society! I'll arrive shortly and slaughter every one of you!" a thunderous voice boomed from the heavens, shaking the very foundations of Astral Glory City.

"The voice of a Heaven Profound Realm cultivator!" someone cried out, their face pale with disbelief.

That single voice echoed across the region, reaching the ears of cultivators tens of thousands of miles away. It was the will of an apex cultivator whose mere presence bent the air and twisted the laws of nature.

In just a few minutes, the voice and ensuing chaos drew more than a dozen Heaven Profound Realm cultivators toward Astral Glory City.

"They're coming..." a spectator whispered, frozen in place.

Terror swept the crowd. Many had been preparing to leave, but that one voice halted their steps. Their instincts screamed at them to flee, but their curiosity kept them rooted to the spot.

The Heaven Profound Realm represented the peak of cultivation in the True Martial Continent. Even a first-level expert could annihilate legions of Earth Profound Realm cultivators with a flick of the wrist. Between realms lay not a step, but an entire world.

The laws of the world could barely bind them anymore.

𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"No scheme can save the Heavenly Dao Society now," someone murmured grimly. "They've overcome one impossible trial, only to face something worse. Against Heaven Profound Realm powerhouses, what hope could they have?"

Liu Wuxie descended from the sky, his face devoid of emotion. Behind him, the Heavenly Dao Society's forces moved efficiently across the battlefield, cleaning up the corpses as if nothing out of the ordinary had taken place. There was no celebration, no fear, just the cold aftermath of war.

Time passed slowly.

Suddenly, three terrifying auras surged toward Astral Glory City from three different directions. Though tens of thousands of miles away, distance meant nothing to cultivators at the Heaven Profound Realm.

"Who killed the Liao Clan's patriarch?!" a thunderous voice boomed across the skies.

The question tore through the air like a divine decree. A patriarch's death wasn't just a personal loss; it was the deepest disgrace a clan could suffer. It meant the top pillar of the clan had collapsed.

A massive ripple spread as the Liao Clan's ancestor arrived. He had fiery red hair and a towering, muscular figure that distorted the very space around him. The air crackled and folded under the pressure as he approached.

Next came the ancestor of the Wang Clan.

"Who killed my great-great-grandson? Show yourself!" he thundered. Though thin and wiry in stature, he stood with a presence as unshakable as a mountain. The sky trembled at his arrival.

With the appearance of Heaven Profound Realm powerhouses, chaos gripped Astral Glory City. Even the city's resident Heaven Profound experts stirred from seclusion in alarm. One by one, they emerged from secluded cultivation, their grave expressions revealing concern as they came to investigate the ruckus.

As for the ordinary cultivators and bystanders, many could no longer bear the pressure.

They collapsed to the ground, trembling.

Even Earth Profound Realm experts staggered under the weight of that oppressive force. Faces turned pale, breaths grew ragged, and none dared raise their heads. It felt as if the entire sky was collapsing upon them.

Tidal waves of spiritual pressure swept through the streets, pressing down with devastating weight.

And yet, amid the suffocating pressure, one figure stood calmly. He was none other than Liu Wuxie.

The Heavenly Dao Book floated silently in his soul sea, casting a faint glow as it shielded him entirely from the descending might.

However, the others weren't so fortunate. Even the reinforcements from other sects who were at the Earth Profound Realm circulated their soul energy at full force to keep the pressure from flattening them.

Then came the final arrival.

"Liu Wuxie, I'll tear you to pieces for killing the patriarch of my Yuan Clan!" roared a youthful figure as he descended. Though his appearance was that of a man in his thirties, the power radiating from him shook the heavens.

Those who had reached the Heaven Profound Realm had long since transcended the shackles of age. Their appearance was a mere illusion, no longer tethered to the passing of time.

Now, the eyes of all cultivators, spectators, and hidden powerhouses were locked on Liu Wuxie.

They wanted to see how he would resolve the storm about to fall upon him.

Even a single Heaven Profound Realm cultivator could easily level the Heavenly Dao Society to dust. But now, three had come. No amount of brilliance or strategy could bridge that gap. While the Society had proven capable of contending with Earth Profound Realm experts, they were powerless before those at the peak.

"So you're Liu Wuxie." The Liao Clan's ancestor descended from the sky; his steps were silent but crushing in their presence. He landed just five meters from Liu Wuxie. From that distance, a wave of his hand could obliterate the young man.

The other two ancestors landed beside him, enclosing Liu Wuxie in a tide of crushing pressure, but Liu Wuxie stood motionless, like a lone rock amidst a raging sea.

"You arrived later than I expected," Liu Wuxie said, a faint smirk curling on his lips. He had already foreseen this moment when he had killed the three patriarchs.

"How do you want to die?" the three ancestors asked in unison. Having absorbed the souls of their fallen cultivators, they already knew everything that had transpired. Yet, even with that knowledge, they were shocked that someone at the Spirit Profound Realm could cause such devastation.

"You can't kill me," Liu Wuxie replied, the same calm smile still on his face. There wasn't the slightest ripple of fear in his eyes.

"You're pretty confident, but you have underestimated my wrath," the Liao Clan's ancestor growled. His fury boiled over.

With no further words, he struck.

The Liao Clan ancestor's strike tore through space itself, creating a vacuum that swallowed everything around it. The attack carried overwhelming might, enough to crush Liu Wuxie into nothingness. He buckled under the pressure, and the crushing force threatened to obliterate him at any moment.

The members of the Heavenly Dao Society watched in horror. Their hearts pounded with dread. They had exhausted every last trick. If their opponent were merely at the pinnacle of the Earth Profound Realm, they could have fallen back to the spiritual array. However, this was no ordinary foe. He was a powerhouse of the Heaven Profound Realm.

Xu Lingxue trembled, tears welling up in her eyes. Murong Yi clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms. Jian Xing'er and Chen Ruoyan gripped each other's hands, too numb to notice the pain. Xu Yilin furrowed his brows in a deep frown, and Liu Dashan's face turned pale. Fury simmered within the entire Society.

To them, it was nothing short of shameless for a Heaven Profound expert to strike at someone of the Spirit Profound Realm.

However, just as the deadly palm strike was about to land, the space around Liu Wuxie distorted violently, and he vanished.

When he reappeared, he was far away, standing unharmed.

The Liao Clan ancestor's palm slammed into the ground where Liu Wuxie had stood, gouging out a colossal crater. Dust and debris billowed outward in every direction.

"Who saved him?!" the Liao Clan's ancestor roared, his voice shaking the heavens.

It was impossible. A Spirit Profound cultivator couldn't have escaped that on his own. Someone had intervened. Someone powerful enough to contend with a Heaven Profound Realm expert.

"Isn't it shameful for a senior like you to strike a junior at the Spirit Profound Realm?" came a serene voice.

A white-robed figure descended from the sky, his presence calm yet unshakable. Though his face remained hidden, his body radiated the unmistakable aura of a Heaven Profound Realm expert, no weaker than the three ancestors already present.

Everyone turned toward him in stunned silence. No one could guess who he was or why he had stepped in.

"This has nothing to do with you. Who are you to interfere?" the Liao Clan's ancestor growled, narrowing his eyes.

In the span of moments, four Heaven Profound Realm cultivators had appeared. Such a concentration of power had never occurred in recent history.

"Who I am doesn't matter," the white-robed man replied calmly. "What matters is that he cannot die yet."

"No one can stop me from killing who I want to kill," the Liao Clan's ancestor snarled and struck again.

The sky trembled as space collapsed with his blow, threatening to swallow Liu Wuxie whole once more.

"And no one can stop me from protecting who I want to protect," the white-robed man answered, raising a hand to meet the attack.

With a casual wave, he neutralized the crushing force aimed at Liu Wuxie.

Though the clash seemed effortless, they had already exchanged dozens of dao techniques, too swift for even Earth Profound cultivators to follow. Those at the Spirit Profound Realm saw only ripples in the air and thunderous force colliding.

The battle between the two Heaven Profound Realm experts escalated rapidly. Buildings crumbled like sandcastles beneath their clash, and their battle reduced the entire street to ruins within seconds.

Only the defensive spiritual array protecting the Heavenly Dao Society prevented them from being completely swept away.

"Who are you really?" the ancestor of the Liao Clan demanded, stunned. "I know every Heaven Profound Realm cultivator on this continent, and you're not one of them."

There were fewer than a hundred cultivators at the Heaven Profound Realm, and among them, few remained anonymous. Their names and reputations echoed across the continent. Yet, this white-robed man had emerged from nowhere, completely unfamiliar to all.

What the three ancestors failed to realize was that the True Martial Continent still harbored many hidden clans that had long veiled themselves from the world. Their silence did not mean absence; they chose not to appear.

The white-robed man remained silent. He continued to parry each strike from the Liao Clan's ancestor with effortless grace. No matter how fierce or intricate the techniques hurled at him were, he dismantled them all calmly and precisely. His composure only enraged his opponent further.

Above, the sky rippled like water as the two clashed in midair. In just a breath's time, they had exchanged hundreds of blows. Dozens of Heaven Profound experts had already arrived, silently watching the duel unfold with rapt attention.

It was a battle with no end in sight, one that might last three days and nights, a deadlock between equally matched titans.

Meanwhile, down below, the ancestors of the Wang and Yuan Clans exchanged a glance. Malice burned in their eyes.

"Liu Wuxie, you killed my great-great-grandson. I'll make you pay!" roared the Wang Clan's ancestor.

With the Liao Clan's ancestor occupied, the two launched a sudden, ruthless assault. They knew that once Liu Wuxie was dead, the white-robed man would have no reason to interfere. This was their moment.

"How shameless! Three Heaven Profound experts attacking a junior! Is this the pride of the great clans?!" Furious voices erupted from the crowd.

Even neutral observers couldn't stand the sight. Heaven Profound cultivators stood at the peak of power, but this was no different from bullying. Pride had turned into outright tyranny.

However, the Wang Clan's ancestor showed no hesitation. He sought revenge, not justice. Although Wang Yuanhou was merely one of his many descendants, the insult deeply wounded his pride. That alone was enough.

Liu Wuxie's expression finally changed. The pressure bearing down on him was crushing. Though one enemy had been blocked, another descended upon him like a storm.

And this time, there was no one left to save him.

The crushing force pinned Liu Wuxie in place, and he could only watch as the Wang Clan ancestor's palm fell toward him with unstoppable momentum.

Around the battlefield, many cultivators shut their eyes. Was this the end? After surviving the war with the three clans, would Liu Wuxie's path end here?

In the distance, the upper echelons of the Heavenly Spirit Celestial Academy all stood frozen with alarm. The situation had spiraled beyond expectation.

No one had imagined that so many Heaven Profound experts would clash in a single conflict.

And now, if they wished to protect Liu Wuxie, they would need several cultivators at the Heaven Profound Realm on the latter's side.