Necropolis Immortal

The news hit the fourth realm and chief worlds like a ladle of water into a pan of hot oil. Universal shock and consternation rocked the land.

Since its conception, the Lifeline Talisman has been the recipient of great attention and reverence. Even supremes possess the luxury and guarantee of an additional life or two if they owned a talisman. Hence, it seemed impossible that Jian Bu’er could bypass their protection and kill Yun Lang with one stroke!

“They were fake, they had to have been fake!” Having infiltrated the fourth realm to establish his own faction, the Greatred Supreme was keeping a close eye on the Dragon Cluster battle. The immortal weapon of war had shocked him to his core, but true horror set in at Jian Bu’er killing an owner of eighteen talismans.

No one in the chief worlds had ever cracked the Lifeline Talisman; the likelihood was even lower after Lu Feng modified them. They were the hottest commodities in the outside realm. Some supremes happily spent their entire fortune to purchase some. It could be said that many supremes viewed Lifeline Talismans as an extension of their own lives.

And now, someone had rendered them defunct.

The Greatred Supreme rushed out of his current world and darted back to New Nihil Homeland with the fastest speed possible. He wasn’t the only one—many other supremes returned at the same time. Yun Lang’s death was a grave matter; circumventing the Lifeline Talisman was also an issue of great importance.

“They were fake! Those talismans had to have been fake!” Greatred forced out through grit teeth. “Lu Feng is Lu Yun’s older brother and he must’ve done something to the talismans after we entered the Land of Reincarnation!”

He was entirely unwilling to believe that a loophole had appeared with the talismans.

The Cloud Atlas Supreme brooded ominously. His son was dead. Although it’d been the result of fair and open combat, he couldn’t tolerate this happening.

“There’s nothing wrong with the talismans! Lu Feng wouldn’t do that unless he wants everyone to be out for his head or incite even stronger powerhouses to blast the Land of Reincarnation from existence!” he bit off each word with fury.

Spacetime travelers weren’t invincible. What made them special was that they could walk through any space and time—those were meaningless concepts in their eyes. Since their appearance, they were the only constant in all of space and time.

Even with the endless loops of this land, they were still the only unchanging factor.

Their strength came from time exerting no influence on them. They could return to the past and cultivate for millions of years, then return to the exact moment they left after concluding their business.

However, they also reached bottlenecks in their cultivation and needed the tempering of true battle. They also sought out fortuitous opportunities. Closed door cultivation could only do so much.

There were plenty of beings more powerful than them in the chief worlds, but no one was willing to offend them. Spacetime travelers could ignore karmic repercussions and travel back to the past to kill their infant aggressors!

Of course, they would raise public ire if they really did so and cause a hunt throughout all of space and time. Time didn’t take them to task for their actions, but the rest of existence could.

Certain things would always be known if they happened. There was no such thing as a perfectly kept secret unto eternity. No one wanted to oppose one of them before they were confident of thoroughly erasing a spacetime traveler.

Not even the dragons and Moran Clan.

Despite that, spacetime travelers would be hard pressed to withstand a joint offensive from numerous powerhouses. Stories floated around the chief worlds about spacetime travelers incurring the wrath of the gods and resentment of the people. For their brashness, they met their death at the hands of a group of supremes.

Cloud Atlas didn’t wish to drag things out. He stood up and vanished from True Nihil Homeland, arriving in front of the Dragon Formula Academy in the next second.

Moran Xutong was still standing dumbly on the spot. Xue Lang’s body drifted downward, yet to hit the ground.

“Jian Bu’er, you killed my son!” Cloud Atlas attacked Jian Bu’er even as he forced out his words. He was going to strip Jian Bu’er’s memories from his soul and see what method he used to kill Yun Lang. His son had suffered a blow to the forehead and immediately died when his soul was hewn in two!

A soul was the combination of a true spirit and soul parts. If the soul parts scattered but the true spirit remained, then the former could be regathered. But if the true spirit dissipated, there was nothing but death.

“Hehehe, the old one shows up after the young one is beaten! Cloud Atlas you old shit, you need to get past me first if you want to bully my dao partner!” A giggling Demonic Vine suddenly appeared and shook off the hand that Cloud Atlas was reaching toward Jian Bu’er. She hadn’t fought the man last time he brought an army to the Star Formula Academy, but she’d committed his name to memory.

“Hey hey hey, how did you get so good looking all of a sudden?” She sidled up to Jian Bu’er and quickly pecked him on the cheek before returning to business.

“I represent the Formula Academy at the moment, so I can’t show up in my usual form.” Jian Bu’er rubbed his cheek with a foolish grin.

The Cloud Atlas Supreme glowered and a few more supremes arrived as well. They cast wary glances at the Dragon Formula Academy before muttering, “We’ll work together to capture them.”

The Greatred Supreme stared intently at Jian Bu’er.

“This matter is immensely important, set aside all considerations of dignity!” The Thundercloud Supreme ground his teeth. He’d originally planned on building up Yun Lan’s presence, but thought better of it when he considered the eighteen Lifeline Talismans on the boy. This was a battle that the Cloud Atlas Supreme had arranged to temper his son—Thundercloud didn’t need to hover so protectively.

Who would’ve thought that Yun Lang would be dead the next time Thundercloud saw him?? The supreme quite blamed himself for this outcome.

The supremes traded glances and charged Jian Bu’er and the Demonic Vine without warning.

Boom!

Another pillar of white light blasted out of the Dragon Formula Academy, vaporizing the four supremes’ projections before they had a chance to react. Their primary bodies in the chief worlds spat out mouthfuls of blood as color drained from their faces.

“Milord, the young lord…” A trembling Thundercloud approached Cloud Atlas.

“It’s alright, I know. You may go and recover from your wounds.” Cloud Atlas responded in genteel tones, seemingly far removed from the situation at hand. Worry appeared in his clear gaze and he silently looked to the distance—not to where the Land of Reincarnation was, but the Firmament Prison.

“One Immortal Myriadpeak can fire only three times,” Lu Yun’s voice came from the Dragon Formula Academy. “This one’s already fired twice, which means there’s one shot left. Does the Cloud Atlas Supreme wish to experience its might?”

The young man came striding out of the academy gates with a smile on his face. “I’m just concerned that if I hit you, your dad Yun Yi will show up to avenge you.”

Cloud Atlas narrowed his eyes and suddenly broke out in a broad grin. “You should look after your son. Don’t let him die now.”

“Don’t you worry about that, he has plenty of Lifeline Talismans.” Lu Yun’s careful enunciation of the talisman name nearly sent Cloud Atlas into a rage.