The Elysium Across Deep Space

Surrounded by maple trees, their fiery red leaves resembling the evening sky, a majestic palace stood amidst the forest, grand and imposing.

Wang Xuan landed on the ground, standing within the great palace, showing no fear.

To the outside world, everyone was astonished. The young man, as if flying, traversed to the Ascension Palace without showing any reverence to the supreme gods, quite proactive in his approach.

"What are you doing here in the presence of the gods, without any respect, coming alone to the Ascension Palace?" Inside the palace, naturally, there were other cultivators, many of whom scrutinized him with critical eyes.

A youthful and beautiful girl, her hair fluttering, exuding an aura of divinity, asked nonchalantly with a hint of arrogance, "Have you come to pay homage to the great god?"

Wang Xuan ignored them and continued forward, indifferent to their gaze. What was he there to do? To slay a god!

"Answer when you're spoken to!" someone shouted.

The youthful girl, with disdain in her voice, said, "The so-called 'Limit Breaker Assassin', impressive in the mortal realm, but that's meaningless before a supreme god."

Wang Xuan responded with a slap, sending the divine-aura girl flying. She crashed against a massive column in the distance and fell to the ground, her chest caved in, unable to avoid his strike, her organs crushed to pulp.

"Insolence!" Inside the palace, those with a divine aura rebuked in unison, finding the young man's audacity too much, especially for striking down a servant close to the god.

Wang Xuan, unbothered, continued his stride.

Clang!

A giant sword was drawn as the first young man to speak out took action, blocking the path.

Wang Xuan didn't stop, barely giving them a glance, and said, "Move. Shut up, and disappear from here if you don't want to die!"

"Kill!" someone commanded. As followers of the supreme god, they naturally had to uphold the god's supreme dignity in any situation.

The next moment, as supermaterial energy surged, someone made a move. However, before their sword light could strike, their head thudded to the ground with a dull sound.

Wang Xuan advanced, his body radiating sword light. A group retreated, and with puffs, those who stood in the forefront became corpses, their blood staining the ground of the Ascension Palace.

"What kind of god are you?" Wang Xuan reached the depths of the palace, unobstructed by anyone. It was clear to all that he truly feared nothing, having even slaughtered the god’s servant.

Atop the grand dais of the palace, a man’s eyes flashed with silver light, tangible and distorting the void. His voice was indifferent, "Where is the Book of Ages?"

He was clad in silver feathers, his hair and eyebrows long and silver-white, eyes deep, features prominent, strikingly handsome.

Seated there, he seemed almost two meters tall when standing, unaffected by external matters, showing no emotional response to the deaths of his followers and servant. Without receiving an answer, Wang Xuan did not engage further. Surveying the entire palace, he decided this would be his battleground. Without a doubt, although the silver-haired god appeared self-assured and detached, a battle over the Book of Ages was inevitable between them.

Indeed, regardless of how transcendent the silver-haired god’s demeanor was, he ultimately had to act, his presence far surpassing other super beings. Without much talk, still seated, he reached out with one hand and pressed down. A blast resounded as bolts of heavenly thunder exploded, shaking the entire palace, illuminating countless runes.

Wang Xuan sidestepped, leaving behind an afterimage, but massive lightning intertwined to form a cage, trapping him on all sides, blocking his escape route. This god was indeed powerful, far surpassing Limit Breakers, administering a thunder punishment on Wang Xuan. It was clear this being had transcended limits long ago, becoming increasingly formidable upon attaining divinity.

Wang Xuan tore through the lightning with his sword wheel, meeting the god's gaze evenly. The god remained seated on the high platform, enveloped in a silvery-white divine halo, showing no intention of standing. Wang Xuan maintained his composure. If the god was self-assured, let him remain seated, perhaps even until his end.

The next moment, Wang Xuan moved, employing a secret technique that summoned a colossal golden figure around him, his true form shining brilliantly within. This dazzling figure, terrifying in its might, thrust a punch forward, nearly overturning the palace itself. Tiles and roof beams burst apart, even as protective arrays failed to preserve them.

Wang Xuan had yet to deploy his avatars, primarily aiming to gauge the strength of this so-called supreme god's incarnation in the mortal world.

The silver-haired god's right hand moved through the void, creating a series of afterimages that blocked Wang Xuan's various attack trajectories, demonstrating formidable strength.

Landing smoothly on the ground, Wang Xuan was neither discouraged nor disheartened. The god's mastery of the second level of Effortless Realm suggested a higher realm than his. "Breaking the limit, he's at the tenth level, plus two levels of Effortless Realm... Well, he's not quite at the twelfth level, the ultimate boundary beyond the scope of mythological theory. However, his experience is vast, honed over many years; his avatar indeed has the stature to look down upon all opponents in the mortal world."

Wang Xuan contemplated the strengths and weaknesses between them, recognizing the challenge ahead. He needed the prowess of the twelfth level to slay a god.

"The peculiar Void Realm, nearly real meteorite channels, creating avatars closely resembling my essence. Merging with them reaches the twelfth realm. Now, united with them, I am not far from that realm, almost a quasi-twelfth level, ready for battle."

In the next moment, every gesture of Wang Xuan radiated sword light, even his gaze and hair shimmered with dazzling sword energy, filled with boundless killing intent.

Wang Xuan, concealing his intentions amidst the barrage of sword lights, advanced aggressively, unleashing all his spiritual avatars. These "selves," resembling him in power, surged forward as swiftly as light, crashing down like meteorites, their formidable presence unyielded. Instantly, the palace, resembling a city in its vastness, collapsed under their assault. The myriad forms of "Wang Xuan," men and women alike, each more wild and fierce than the last, caused upheaval.

The high platform exploded as the god, shrouded in a silvery halo, his pupils contracting, exerted his full strength in an aerial evasion. He found his opponents ruthlessly aggressive, bewildered by the multitude of avatars, each nearly as strong as their master.

As the palace shattered, the external world could now glimpse the battle within. Some beings from the realm of immortals recognized several figures amidst the chaos.

"Is that Old Zhang, striking at a god like a rebel?" Chen Yongjie was the first to be shocked, his exclamation betraying his disbelief.

"And the Demon Lord?!" His confusion deepened upon spotting figures like Fairy Fang, the Blood Sect Patriarch, and even more perplexingly, the Demon Ancestor and Zheng Yuantian, known adversaries of Wang Xuan. "Isn't Zheng supposed to be dead?"

"The Fairy Fang is here too, and the Blood Sect Patriarch is aiding Wang Xuan in battle?!" In outer space, Qingmu was dumbfounded.

Zhao Qinghuan and Wu Yin, recognizing these figures, were likewise stunned. Ma Chao Fan and the little fox were petrified, bewildered by the unfolding scene.

The grand sorcerer Xu Fu twitched at the sight, realizing these were Wang Xuan's avatars, marveling at the young man's audacity to impersonate such legendary figures. Did he not fear the wrath of the Demon Lord, Zhang Daoling, and others upon discovering his act?

In that moment, avatars like the Demon Lord, Zhang Daoling, and the Demon Ancestor manifested tangibly, indistinguishable from their originals.

Within the steel fortress in outer space, experts who were well-versed in the celestial realm recognized these incarnations as Wang Xuan's avatars, marveling at their detailed appearances.

"To all, this isn't a mere brawl. Wang Xuan, the Limit Breaker Killer standing at the zenith of the eleventh realm, is indeed extraordinary. Those manifestations are his avatars, each a renowned figure from the annals of cultivation history."

"The first one, Fairy Fang, a transcendent being from the celestial realm!"

"As the identity of each avatar was disclosed by the experts within the steel fortress, spectators aboard various spacecraft were left speechless, their hearts racing at the revelation."

"The audacity!" exclaimed the spectators, astonished by the scene unfolding before them. The world outside was in uproar as a collective of Wang Xuan avatars besieged the supreme god.

In the Ascension Palace, reduced to rubble in moments, Wang Xuan led the assault, his avatars equally formidable, tearing through defenses with ease. A mere encounter left the silver-haired god's sleeves obliterated, revealing his luminous arms.

The Demon Lord, turning swiftly, unleashed a torrent of thunder with his oil-paper umbrella, engulfing the god in a storm of lightning, showcasing the avatar's mastery of thunder magic.

Struck, the god bore scorch marks from the impacts.

Zheng Yuantian, diving with murderous intent, clashed with the god amid a deafening explosion, a mushroom cloud rising from the impact. To the shock of many, Zheng disintegrated, turning to ash. Was this his end?

Yet, from the ashes emerged a figure in a silver robe, reborn and indistinct, striking the god with a punch that sent him reeling with blood.

This scenario unveiled a secret of the celestial realm: while the Zheng Yuantian of the celestial realm perished, the creator of the Demonic Fetus Technique, an ancient terror, still lived.

Wang Xuan, in this avatar form, revealed a hidden truth, a real event of the celestial realm.

The silver-haired god, sensing the gravity of the situation, summoned a vision of fiery red maple forests, his place of enlightenment in the mortal realm.

"Maple leaves blanket the sky, flames reach the heavens, to annihilate all foes," he roared. In an instant, endless forests and divine flames engulfed the Ascension Palace, a desperate attempt to obliterate his adversaries with the lingering essence of transcendent laws.

Yet, these efforts proved futile against Wang Xuan and his avatars. Unfazed, they wielded their own fiery techniques, meeting fire with fire in a fierce counterattack.

For a moment, the battlefield was engulfed in a myriad of divine flames: Samadhi True Fire, Thunder Fire, Demonic Fire, Nine Nethers Demonic Fire, Nirvana Fire, and Feathered Path Fire, all converging to shroud the silver-haired god in a deadly embrace.

In the grand cosmos of the Great Barrier, Fang Yuzhu reached the final stages of refining the treasure. The black jade bracelet, adorned with lustrous white specks, exuded an imperial aura, its power astonishing. This moment brought them all a sigh of relief.

It was then, through the grand veil, that they gazed upon the world below. The Demon Lord's gaze first fell upon the six majestic palaces, and then, to her astonishment, upon herself!

"Xiao Zhang, you're moonlighting for someone else," she remarked, holding back her fury, instead alerting Zhang Daoling.

"That kid... really dares!" Zhang Daoling was perturbed.

"And there's Fang Xianzi, and me, and shamefully, even the Demon Ancestor, Qi Teng, and others. He's really indiscriminate!" The Underworld Blood Master's eyes bulged in shock.

After their spiritual essence retreated and their memories were cleansed, leaving no recollection of the void, the sight of such avatars agitated them profoundly, stirring a collective urge to confront Wang Xuan.

Amidst the ruins of the Ascension Palace, the silver-haired god could no longer remain aloof. Engulfed by genuine fury, he engaged in fierce combat with Wang Xuan, from spellcasting to physical clashes, making the battle exceedingly intense.

Spectacular supreme techniques blossomed across the battlefield like fireworks, with divine weapons singing as they cleaved through the air, striking with ferocity.

"Go!" With a command from the silver-haired god, three silver-white spears, as majestic as cascading galaxies, howled through the void, weaving through the avatars with the same devastating force as sword techniques.

Fang Yuzhu, in Wang Xuan's guise, exuded an air of immortal grace. His white robes billowed as he unleashed the Ascension Secret Technique, filling the space with luminescent rain, each drop a reflection of his form, gradually disintegrating the silver spears.

"Cycle of the Demon Wheel Technique!" from behind, the "Demon Ancestor" bellowed, unleashing a potent demonic clan's secret technique that plunged the adversary into a brief spiritual reincarnation, trapped within a nightmarish scenario.

With a crackling roar, the Demon Lord, umbrella in hand, cast a vast canopy overhead. An endless sea of thunder descended, this time accompanied by an assembly of immortals in the lightning, joining the assault.

"In the Twilight of the Immortals – Thunderous Decline!" This symphony of thunder, a calamitous heavenly tribulation, was unleashed upon the god, heralding the twilight of the gods.

Thunderbolts and the shadows of immortals struck down together, leaving the silver-haired god coughing up blood profusely.

With a thunderous crash, Fang Yuzhu swooped in, delivering a punch from the sky, accompanied by the luminescent glow of feathering, punching a bloody hole through the god's chest.

"Heh, your body nourishes my life, with the immortal embryo taking residence!" The mysterious figure in a silver robe, emerged from Zheng Yuantian's ashes, spoke coldly. The so-called Demon Embryo Technique, also known by some as the Immortal Embryo Technique, least of all by himself as demonic.

The god's blood, transforming into a line, connected to the silver-robed figure, with an inexplicable halo burrowing into the god's body.

"First Slash of the god, severing flesh and blood!"

"Second Slash of the god, severing the soul!"

"Third Slash of the god, severing space and time!"

The silver-haired god roared, having already executed his three slashes. They were aimed at everyone's flesh and blood, soul, and the very fabric of space and time, reaching everywhere without limits.

"Reversal!" The avatar identified as "Zhang Daoling" shouted, sweeping his hands across the void, mirrors appearing everywhere, reflecting and blocking the god's slashes from all directions, sending the luminous strands and remnants of supreme rules back at him.

This act was nearly defying the heavens, shocking everyone who witnessed it.

Wang Xuan, himself, was deeply contemplative, acknowledging the profound insights these avatars gained in the Void, stealing moments to master secret techniques.

However, this was also a journey of self-exploration, with all insights eventually merging back into him, becoming his own techniques.

"I am but the primary body. All of you, join in the attack, or we'll struggle to hold back!" the avatar claiming to be Zhang Daoling asserted his primacy.

"I am the primary body, step aside! Let my demonic fire scorch the heavens and slay this false god!"

"What are you talking about? I am the primary body. Move over, let my ten thousand swords resonate and cut down this foreign god!"

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"You all deserve to die!" the silver-haired god exclaimed, his body erupting in a surge of silver light, sweeping across heaven and earth!

Yet, a host of figures, undeterred and vying for dominance, charged together, surrounding the silver-haired god for the hunt!