"I request sothing from you, fellow Daoist."
"What is it?"
"The Source Pen!"
A simple exchange of words, yet it instantaneously darkened Xuan Yuan’s expression.
He finally understood everything now.
All of it was rely sches laid by the person opposite him to take the Source Pen.
And it was still utilizing his own thods to put the plan in place.
From start to finish, he’s been manipulated.
But in retrospect, it’s expected that a Thirteen Realms would react upon learning of his plans.
The only thing he hadn’t anticipated was the appearance of a Thirteen Realms in his native starry sky.
As a Thirteen Realms himself, he knew how difficult it is to break through.
The key to breaking through lies in the Secret Treasure, the Source Pen.
In response to the request for the Source Pen, he naturally refused without hesitation.
"The Source Pen, are you dreaming?"
Wang Sheng was not surprised by this outco.
For another Thirteen Realms to simply hand over an important treasure would indeed be strange.
"Unwilling to give it, then how about a different approach—let borrow it? Or perhaps we could exchange...?"
This ti, Xuan Yuan didn’t refuse directly, but instead said, "Exchange? Naturally, but no need to exchange treasures. Submit to , and all your territories will belong to . I may then lend the Source Pen to you for a look. Otherwise, no discussions."
He had racked his brain to return to the Old Land Starry Sky, not due to so nostalgia for his holand.
Such things never existed from the start.
Compared to those things, he had a more important purpose.
If the Old Land Starry Sky’s strength hadn’t changed much, achieving this purpose wouldn’t be too difficult. But now, a Thirteen Realms cultivator suddenly erged, with considerable strength, severely disrupting his plans. If he could subdue this Thirteen Realms, everything would fall into place.
At the sa ti, his words were also ant to probe.
He was testing the other person’s understanding of the Thirteen Realms.
Any realm is the sa; the longer you remain after a breakthrough, the deeper your understanding becos. The Thirteen Realms is especially unique, magnifying this trait.
If one doesn’t understand enough...
’Hehe!’
Xuan Yuan chuckled inwardly, ready to act at any mont.
In fact, Wang Sheng easily discerned Xuan Yuan’s intentions.
He even guessed at so of Xuan Yuan’s return motives.
The Thirteen Realms is unique, able to enhance through cosmic status.
And status, to so extent, is linked to territory. If one submits, it’s basically severing their path.
So, as a Thirteen Realms, no one would agree to such a demand.
His cultivation didn’t heavily rely on status, but he wouldn’t agree either.
"It seems, fellow Daoist, you’re not willing to hand over the Source Pen. How can a Thirteen Realms give up their power? In that case, the treasure should belong to those with virtue—’virtue’ aning martial virtue!"
Ultimately, obtaining the Source Pen required returning to the most unadorned thod.
Of course, this was also the thod Wang Sheng had prepared the most for.
With that, Wang Sheng decided to act.
Xuan Yuan wasn’t surprised either:
"Hehe, though I don’t know how long you’ve been a Thirteen Realms, it seems you have so understanding. We’ll inevitably fight sooner or later; might as well settle it here."
Originally, Xuan Yuan intended to be more cautious, fearing being manipulated by lower realms. After all, anything is possible in the starry sky.
But with Wang Sheng’s ergence as a Thirteen Realms, those concerns faded.
Not because the Thirteen Realms threat disappeared.
But unless he’s willing to give up the vast territory of the Old Land Starry Sky, abandon his chance to grow stronger.
Otherwise, the battle must be fought.
And it must be won.
The two Thirteen Realms, once in conversation, began fighting instantly.
Terror-inducing aura flooded across two starry skies.
For a brief mont, enormous shadows seed to arise in their hearts.
A body-wide fear, urging them instinctively to flee.
The farther from the center of the aura, the better; otherwise, there was no chance of survival—a feeling present in the hearts of all beings.
No matter where or in what state, this fear was palpable.
Even cultivators in closed-door training were compelled to awaken, disregarding their own conditions, and instinctively wanted to escape.
Such anomalies naturally sparked widespread discussions across the starry sky.
But it wasn’t only living beings affected; even so communication thods failed, as if signaling the end of the starry sky.
Only the Virtual World network remained operational.
"What is this aura? Why, as an Eleventh Realm Saint, do I feel terror like a child before it?"
"Forget Eleventh Realm; even the Twelve Realm Saint Emperor in our family has awoken, seemingly intending to flee with us."
"What’s happening at the center of this aura? Why such terrifying aura—could it be that a True Saint is angry?"
Given such imnse phenona, they could only think of a True Saint.
"Perhaps it’s not a True Saint in anger. Do you rember the earlier rumors... that altars were being built in other parts of the starry sky? Those altars might be for summoning; maybe they’ve summoned soone on par with a True Saint now?"
"Are you suggesting this is a confrontation between the Thirteen Realms?"
Such sentints spread widely, deepening the fear among Old Land Starry Sky cultivators.
Battles between Twelve Realm Saint Emperors are cataclysmic, like a casual destruction of a galaxy, so what about the Thirteen Realms?
If they truly clashed, is there any escape for them?
The battle of the Thirteen Realms is indeed terrifying.
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