Chapter 439: Violet Heavenly Jade Fairy, Has She Returned?

Su Yanlan did not answer, turning her gaze away from Zhao Ye.

Her crimson eyes passed over him without the slightest fluctuation, as if his existence was no longer worthy of occupying her attention.

Then, she looked towards the endless army of the Upper Realm.

Countless figures filled the heavens, from Vagrant Immortals to Tribulation Transcendence cultivators.

Everywhere she looked, there were enemies.

The blood colored sea behind her suddenly surged.

*Boom!*

Su Yanlan raised her hand, the blood colored spear trembling violently as she threw it.

*Whoosh!*

The spear tore through the void, emitting sizzling sounds as if burning the space.

Boundless Spear Qi erupted from its tip, transforming into an enormous blood colored wave that swept across the battlefield, like a sea of blood descending from the heavens.

"Not good!"

"Run!"

"She’s going to kill us!"

Countless Upper Realm cultivators panicked.

The spear obviously did not contain just physical or spiritual power, but an incomparably terrifying killing intent.

Wherever it passed, the void was dyed crimson, space shattered, and the heavenly rules trembled.

The bodies of many Tribulation Transcendence cultivators were instantly pierced through.

*Pfft!* *Pfft!* *Pfft!*

One after another, their bodies and souls exploded with a bang, their Dao dissipating.

Every time someone died from her attacks, an invisible crimson stream of Qi would emerge from their corpses and surge towards Su Yanlan, causing her aura to become stronger.

It was an extremely terrifying cycle of killing, becoming stronger, using that strength to kill more, and become even stronger.

In Tian Yongheng’s terms, it would be like farming experience in a video game from his past life.

As long as there were enemies, her strength could continue increasing.

Su Yanlan’s figure flashed as she disappeared from where she stood.

The next moment, she appeared in the middle of the Upper Realm army, her spear sweeping outwards.

*Boom!*

A blood colored crescent Spear Qi tore across the heavens.

Hundreds of cultivators were instantly annihilated. Among them were even several Immortal Ascension cultivators.

Yet, Su Yanlan did not pause for even a moment and stepped forward again, continously sweeping her spear across the battlefield and harvesting lives like grass.

Zhao Ye’s expression became increasingly ugly.

"This isn’t right..."

Tian Yunchen’s eyes narrowed.

"What isn’t?"

Zhao Ye stared at the battlefield, his gaze fixed upon Su Yanlan.

"The Dao of Slaughter should indeed grow through killing, but she shouldn’t be this calm. Someone walking the Dao of Slaughter will eventually be affected by killing intent, but even then, their emotions will usually fluctuate. Anger, madness, bloodlust... but she has none of those."

Tian Yunchen remained silent, understanding how terrifying that was.

Su Yanlan wasn’t going mad or losing control, but becoming increasingly calm.

It was as if killing had become as natural to her as breathing.

Zhao Ye suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

"This doesn’t feel like a simple Dao Assimilation..."

Tian Yunchen looked at him, asking uncertainly.

"Then, do you have any clue as to what it might be?"

Zhao Ye did not answer immediately.

It was obvious that he did not know the answer to that question as well.

However, at this moment, somewhere deep within Su Yanlan’s consciousness, something far more profound was happening.

Fragments of two souls were slowly approaching one another.

One belonged to Su Yanlan, and the other belonged to an existence that had lived countless years ago.

Memories surged in her mind like an endless tide.

In those memories, Su Yanlan saw herself standing beneath unfamiliar heavens, amidst the ruins of countless ancient palaces.

She saw civilizations that no longer existed and Immortal Divine blood staining the stars.

She also saw beings whose names had long since disappeared from the river of history.

And she saw herself as well, not as Su Yanlan, but as another woman.

She had purple hair and cold eyes, wearing crimson purple robes, a blood colored spear held in her hand as she stood alone atop a mountain of corpses.

The woman slowly turned her head, and their eyes met for a brief moment.

Su Yanlan finally saw the face of her past life clearly, feeling an inexplicable familiarity, as if she was looking at herself in a mirror.

Slowly, fragments of more memories emerged in her mind.

Every memory was incomparably vast, belonging to the same person, and gradually, Su Yanlan began to remember.

Her current consciousness did not disappear, and her past life consciousness did not completely replace her, but instead, the two began merging, like two rivers flowing into one.

Her current experiences, from the Luminous Jade Chamber to the Eternal Peak, all remained, but another lifetime was being added to it, a lifetime so long that ordinary cultivators could not even imagine its length.

Eventually, neither consciousness would remain completely unchanged, but become something completely new, a completely new existence that possessed the conscious of both the past and present existence.

...

Above the boundless heavens of the Lower Realm.

The Upper Realm, Nine Great Immortal Worlds.

In the various Grotto-Heavens, Blessed Lands, Immortal Caves, and Dao Fields of the supreme factions, projections of the Cleansing battlefield appeared.

These were not ordinary illusions, but constructed through supreme Divine Powers, akin to spying on the Lower Realm personally.

The Golden Immortals sitting within those ancient inheritances could see almost everything happening within the Lower Realm.

Their auras were terrifying, and even the faintest strand of their presence could shake the surrounding void into crumbling apart.

This was the void of the Upper Realm, unable to be shaken even slightly by Earth Immortals, yet just the presence of these entities was enough for it crumble.

Some sat cross-legged beneath ancient trees, some sat upon Dao platforms, some were meditating within endless chaos, and some were surrounded by countless disciples, yet their attention was all focused on the Lower Realm.

Occasionally, a consciousness would travel through the chaotic void.

"That great-great-great granddisciple of mine seems to have fallen. What a pity."

A calm voice echoed as another consciousness responded.

"My great granddaughter separated by fifteen generations has also fallen. Quite regretful, indeed, she possessed Heaven Immortal potential."

In these voices, there was no anger or sorrow.

The disciples and descendants sent into the Cleansing were separated from them by countless generations.

Their bloodlines and relationships were already incredibly distant.

Some were descendants of descendants of descendants, while others were disciples whose lineage had long since branched into countless factions.

To these Golden Immortals, their deaths were unfortunate, but they were not important.

The true top tier geniuses of their Dao lineages had never been sent down.

Those people were their future foundations and pillars, being Profound Immortal and Golden Immortal Seeds.

Some were even considered possible Immortal Sovereign Seeds.

How could such people be sent into a battlefield whose outcome had already been predetermined?

Therefore, the Upper Realm cultivators participating in the Cleansing were, in the eyes of these Golden Immortals, merely the younger generation outside of the pre-mentioned scope being given an opportunity.

They were not cannon fodder, far from it, actually.

Almost every one of them possessed extraordinary talent, and every one had the potential to become an Earth Immortal.

Among them were even many Heaven Immortal Seeds, while a few possessed the potential to reach the Origin Immortal Realm.

Such talents were enough to become supreme figures in countless worlds.

But in the eyes of Golden Immortals, they were still merely juniors a bit lacking in talent, and their deaths could be tolerated.

After all, if an Earth Immortal Seed could not survive a Cleansing, was it truly worthy of becoming an Earth Immortal?

The Upper Realm had always been cruel.

The strong survived, and the weak were eliminated.

That was the natural law of cultivation.

However, as the battlefield continued to develop, the expressions of some Golden Immortals finally changed ever so slightly, their auras fluctuating for the briefest moments.

Several ancient inheritances and existences of the Lower Realm gradually revealed themselves.

The Guardian Deity of Dragon King Temple, Silver Stream Sword Immortal, Supreme Bodhisattva, Blade Saint, Qing Yunzi, Demon Lord Nine Calamities, and the others emerged.

However, that was not enough to truly disturb the Golden Immortals.

After all, the Lower Realm had existed for countless years. It was inevitable that some ancient monsters would remain hidden, and they had already known about most of them beforehand.

But then, Tian Yun achieved the Vagrant Immortal Realm and was basically invincible at the same realm, suspected to be an ancient existence reawakening their memories.

That caused a few Golden Immortals to pay slightly more attention, but even then, it was not enough.

Until just now, when Su Yanlan appeared.

The moment the blood colored sea emerged, the entire chaotic void of the Upper Realm fell silent.

Several Golden Immortal consciousnesses that had been communicating suddenly stopped as the ancient figures sitting within their Grotto-Heavens slowly opened their eyes.

"That seems to be..."

A Golden Immortal frowned.

Another stared at the projection before her, her expression turning slightly solemn.

"Such terrifying killing intent..."

Another Golden Immortal’s eyes narrowed from their Dao palace.

"That seems to be an awakening... but..."

They all already understood by this point.

The blood colored phenomenon wasn’t unfamiliar to these supreme existences, nothing more than the Dao of Slaughter, but that alone was not enough to make them this solemn.

What truly concerned them was the aura hidden within it, slowly undergoing awakening.

...

At the same time, deep within the boundless 33 Heavens Divine Realm, Thirty Heavens.

This was a place far beyond the understanding of ordinary cultivators.

Here, the void was filled with endless Immortal Qi.

Stars were no longer stars, but enormous worlds containing countless universes.

The rivers were not rivers, but manifestations of supremely high principles.

Every breath contained supreme principles that could cause an ordinary Half Immortal to instantly ascend to immortality.

At the center of this vast heaven, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

*Boom!*

The instant those eyes opened, the surrounding void trembled as countless terrifying principles instinctively retreated.

The existence sitting there did not possess an exaggerated appearance and did not release any horrifying aura, yet merely opening his eyes caused the surrounding heavens to tremble.

His gaze crossed endless distance and myriad dimensions, piercing through the barrier separating the Upper Realm from the Lower Realm before finally landing upon Su Yanlan.

The terrifying being remained silent for a long time before his lips moved as he slowly uttered a sentence, shaking the infinite void.

"Violet Heavenly Jade Fairy... has she really returned?"