Chapter 637: Chapter 447: Entering the Battlefield

Chu Zheng moved forward again, and only then did he suddenly realize that the deep starry sky was filled with dazzling blood light.

The shattered flesh and the scattered energy fluctuations mixed together, dense as if tangible, dyeing the cold cosmic void into an ocean of crimson that made one’s heart palpitate.

The Immortal Qi, wrapped around the Milky Way formed by billions of Stars, had been torn apart, like the relentless clash of golden weapons sounding continuously. Tens of thousands of Immortal Treasures and Martial Arts Battle Soldiers were in confrontation, and the Star Dome was torn into countless fragments, with billions of beams of treasure light pouring down like a meteor shower, scattering dazzling sky light.

Immortal Light and blood flames, these two forces representing entirely different pathways, were now desperately entangled amidst the broken Stars, beneath the ruptured Milky Way.

The Dao Conflict had long surpassed simple ideological differences; it was about two fundamentally different ways of survival, two understandings of the Laws of the universe, with no possibility of reconciliation.

Martial Path blood flames, boiling like molten lava, fierce as the blazing sun, gathered the killing aura at the zenith of the starry sky into roaring True Dragon and Blood Phoenix, vaguely suppressing the brilliant Immortal Light.

From an overall perspective, it was evident that the Martial Hall was at an advantage.

Chu Zheng did not rashly enter the battlefield. After scanning a few times, he headed to a continent near the Immortal Domain.

It was a continent difficult to describe with common sense, not naturally formed, but forcibly pieced together and smelted from countless fragments of the Great Realms by unimaginable might, now becoming the most forward war fortress of the Immortal Alliance.

Fortresses like this one numbered in the dozens under this starry sky.

After stepping onto the continent, Chu Zheng went straight to the summit of a Divine Peak in the center of the Great Realm, where a flag embroidered with the word ‘Immortal’ flew in the wind, and below it were the flags of thirteen different clans.

Chu Zheng glanced around and saw a few familiar banners, such as ‘Shan’, ‘Fu’, ‘Taiyi’, ‘Liu’, and ‘Fang’.

The thirteen clans of the Great Immortal Realm had all gathered.

Chu Zheng took a deep breath and stepped into a grand hall at the peak.

Crossing the threshold of jade, a faint fragrance mixed with the chill of icy jade greeted him. Twelve golden pillars carved with dragons supported the dome, each dragon scale reflecting a glassy Immortal Light.

In stark contrast to the outside world’s grimness, the inside of the Immortal Palace was peaceful. The dome was high and not solid, but composed of flowing Star Maps, reflecting the battlefield outside, the entire starry sky like patterns on the palm, with the battle situation clearly visible.

Billions of Stars were born and extinguished within, casting a slightly cool brilliance, illuminating the entire Immortal Palace.

A number of people were present in the hall, nearly a hundred Immortal Kings aligned, along with three Immortal Monarchs in discussion.

Seeing Chu Zheng enter, the hall fell silent, the atmosphere somewhat stagnant.

After experiencing the Dao Inquiry Grand Competition and the Heart Burning Corridor successively, the face behind Chu Zheng’s disguise was now well-known throughout the Great Immortal Realm, almost to the point where few remembered his original appearance.

An indescribable pressure pervaded the air, the pure Immortal Spirit Qi, so dense it was near tangible, each breath seemed to carry a substantial weight.

Chu Zheng’s gaze slowly swept across the crowd, spotting a familiar face among the Immortal Kings.

Fan Long Immortal King, the one who had introduced him to the Punishment Authority in those years, they hadn’t met for over three hundred years.

Finally, Chu Zheng’s gaze rested on the highest position behind a rosewood table, where three figures sat in a row, like three Divine Mountains suppressing the Universe, their auras profound and distinct, surrounded by visibly flowing Immortal Charms.

On the left was a female Immortal Monarch, appearing about thirty years old, with a stunningly beautiful countenance, carrying a kind of otherworldly aloofness and coldness transcending time. Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, tied simply with a Jade Hairpin, dressed in a moon-white Immortal Skirt, its hem flowing with fine Star Sand, twinkling with a cool light as her clothing slightly moved.

Her gaze was lowered, long lashes like butterfly wings, her expression indifferent as she looked at Chu Zheng.

The one seated in the middle appeared nearly forty, with a square face, most striking were his eyes, red as fire, deep as an abyss, where molten fire seemed to surge, subtly containing the light of thunder. His gaze carried a piercing sharpness that seemed to penetrate one’s Divine Soul.

Clad in an ink-black Immortal Robe with golden patterns, the dark golden dragon patterns on his robe slightly undulated with his breathing, as if they were alive. He did not deliberately release his aura, but wherever his red gaze fell, even the flowing starlight seemed to pause for an instant.

On the right was an elderly Immortal Monarch, over sixty years old, his hair and beard already gray, his face gaunt, with deep wrinkles etched by time like cuts from a knife and axe, wearing a simple gray robe without decoration, extremely reserved, contrasting sharply with the opulence of the two Immortal Monarchs beside him.

He sat upright, hands naturally resting on his knees, eyes slightly closed, seemingly resting, his entire being repressed to the extreme, like an ancient well of unfathomable depth, yet faintly exuding a stone-like solidity.

Chu Zheng glanced at the three, already aware of the backgrounds of these Immortal Monarchs.

The female Immortal Monarch on the left, cold as the moon, with a skirt streaming Star Sand, originated from the Fang Family, named ‘Ning Yu’, holding the position of Chief Executioner, with cultivation at Mid-stage Immortal Monarch, though her Immortal Dao Rhyme was pure, she had yet to touch the crucial barrier of Perfection.

The red-eyed Immortal Monarch in the center, whose pressure was the strongest, still revealed no secrets under Chu Zheng’s Spiritual Eye, from the Taiyi Clan, named ‘Hong Feng’, also a Chief Executioner, whose cultivation had reached Immortal Monarch Perfection, with profound understanding of Space-time Law.