Chapter 895

As the azure light erupted, it was not only the vision that was disrupted—even divine sense lock-on was thrown into disarray.

Everyone present instantly lost their lock on the Xuantian Sect’s Dharma King.

“As expected—other than a Heavenly Sovereign, the only ones who can influence and manipulate the Tianxuan Mirror are the Xuantian Sect!”

This thought flashed across the young man’s mind.

He swept his gaze across the area but could not find any trace of the opponent. His heart sank, and just as he was about to order a pursuit—he suddenly sensed that something was amiss.

“Hm?”

“This place has already been sealed off beforehand by my Nine Heavens Ten Earths Formation. Unless the formation is broken, he has absolutely no chance of escaping.

In other words… he’s still here?!”

The youth immediately commanded his squad of black-clothed cultivators to scan the surrounding space once more.

To his surprise, however, no trace of the vanished Xuantian Sect’s Dharma King could be found!

The young Dharma-Transmitting Envoy’s expression darkened.

“The Xuantian Sect… truly troublesome. No wonder they managed to survive back then, even under the joint extermination campaign of the Ten Great Immortal Sects.”

His gaze swept over the surrounding space again and again.

“Where exactly are you hiding?”

Suddenly, his eyes froze—landing on the very group of black-clothed cultivators under his command.

A faint unease rose within him.

“Wait… how many people did I bring with me this time?”

Such a simple question surfaced in his mind.

But what made his hair stand on end was that—he could not recall the answer!

He had already reached Dao Integration countless years ago; for such a situation to occur was inconceivable.

“So this is the eerie nature of the Xuantian Sect’s cultivation arts…”

The youth narrowed his eyes as the various ancient rumors about the Xuantian Sect surfaced in his mind.

Realizing the Dharma King must be hidden among his own black-clothed cultivators, he ordered them to cross-check one another’s identities.

Although he himself was not well-acquainted with most of them, they were certainly familiar with each other.

Yet, to his astonishment, after they completed the verifications—Not a single discrepancy was found!

Every individual’s identity records were flawless.

Even their minds carried memories of countless interactions from the past.

…

The youth’s expression turned extremely unsightly.

At this point, no matter how unwilling he was, he had to admit—this time, he had underestimated his enemy.

As one of the earliest Dharma-Transmitting Envoys who had followed the Immortal Ancestor to overthrow the Ten Great Immortal Sects, he had never regarded this so-called Dharma King of the Xuantian Sect as a serious threat.

After all, the Ten Great Immortal Sects that once crushed the Xuantian Sect were all defeated by his own side.

No matter how powerful the Xuantian Sect might be now, what could they possibly do?

Thus, seeking sole credit, he had come without informing the other Envoys.

Yet now, he found himself trapped in this humiliating predicament.

His face shifted with conflicting emotions.

At this moment, he had two options:

First, to report back to the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance headquarters and request the list of black-clothed cultivators assigned to this mission. With a simple comparison, he could expose the hidden Dharma King.

But doing so would surely draw the attention of the other Envoys—perhaps even invite ridicule.

After some consideration, the youth made another choice.

He casually pointed at one of the black-clothed cultivators and said coldly:

“You—end your life.”

Hearing this cold and merciless command, the black-robed cultivator who had been pointed out did not hesitate in the slightest.

With both hands, he suddenly slapped his forehead with great force. In an instant, his aura dispersed. His body dissolved into fragments of dust, as if melting into the air.

Only a streak of azure light, carrying something unknown, tore through the void and vanished.

The young man’s expression did not waver in the slightest as he turned his gaze upon the next black-robed cultivator.

Under the youth’s deathly stare, one after another of the black-robed cultivators committed suicide.

Yet, what was bizarre was that the celestial phenomenon that should have been born from a cultivator’s fall never appeared from beginning to end.

Together, there had been thirty-five black-robed cultivators who accompanied him.

Now, twenty-six had already killed themselves, yet the hidden Xuantian Dharma King had still not been found.

“Could it be… my luck is really this poor?”

“Or have I judged incorrectly?”

The youth’s expression darkened to the extreme.

But at this point, there was no room left for regret.

Hardening his resolve, like a gambler with bloodshot eyes staking everything, his command for suicide did not cease.

Until…

Only the final black-robed cultivator remained.

Like the others before him, he raised his hand and struck fiercely toward his own skull.

Yet at the final instant, just before shattering his head, he stopped.

Lowering his hand slowly, he looked mockingly at the youth, the Dharma-Transmitter before him.

“So this is the so-called ruling cultivation organization of today?”

“Treating subordinates as worthless weeds…”

“They all say that our Xuantian Sect is cruel and tyrannical. But in my eyes, compared to you, we are far less so.”

The youth was not angered by Li Chen’s words.

In his eyes, those black-robed cultivators were nothing more than resources that could be regenerated at will.

Dozens dead?

Even if hundreds or thousands perished, he would not feel the slightest heartache.

“What kind of sorcery is this?”

The youth absolutely refused to believe that mere coincidence had caused the last person he pointed to to be the Xuantian Sect Dharma King.

It had to be the result of that strange and deceptive cultivation art.

Indeed, Li Chen did not deny it.

“‘Sorcery?’”

Li Chen sneered coldly. “This is the supreme Dao lineage, the orthodox immortal sect! How could the likes of you ever discern it?”

How exalted was this youth’s status?

For thousands of years, no one had ever dared to speak so brazenly before him!

Especially that deep, heartfelt contempt within Li Chen’s eyes—it ignited a rage in the youth he could not suppress.

“Now, it is just the two of us. Let’s see what tricks you can still play!”

Murderous intent surged in his voice as his robes billowed though no wind blew.

Within the space sealed by the Great Formation of Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, countless specks of starlight suddenly appeared.

Then, as though night had fallen, the entire sky was filled with stars.

Beams of starlight rained down, each like a sharp arrow, aiming to pierce the body of the Xuantian Cult Dharma King!

Facing the youth’s sudden onslaught, Li Chen appeared as though terrified into stupidity, standing motionless in place.

Just as countless rays of starlight were about to descend and pierce his heart, the youth faintly sensed something amiss.

But it was already too late.

In the next instant, countless tiny holes appeared across the youth’s body.

Blood spurted madly as he was pierced through by his own starlight, his body shredded into a pulp.

Beneath the myriad star-beams, his form became nothing more than a pool of ruined flesh.

Moments later, with a squirming motion, a perfectly intact body crawled forth again from the void.

“You…”

The youth looked at the black-robed cultivator before him, and at last, a surge of fear rose in his heart—an emotion he had not tasted in a very long time.

“Me?”

“Am I not you?”

The black-robed cultivator looked at the youth and revealed a strange smile.

The youth’s eyes flickered in a daze.

For before him, the other’s face had already become identical to his own!