C3 Who Dares to be Arrogant!

Thunderous rumbles echoed outside the grand hall as a fierce battle escalated.

Within the hall, Shen Muxi was on edge. The hall's soundproofing enchantment hadn't been activated, leaving her acutely aware of the chaos unfolding beyond its walls.

The Omen Sect's Cursed Souls and Curses stood no chance against the combined might of the six great sects.

Particularly formidable was Ling Xuzi from the Essence Returning Sect, whose cultivation neared the Dragon Transforming Four-change realm.

His presence alone could spell doom for the Omen Sect, even without the Blade Sovereign's intervention.

"Why am I so anxious?" Shen Muxi mused, casting a sidelong glance at Su Mo, who was engrossed in concocting pills. She chided herself for her foolishness.

With the Immortal Platform's Almighty Su Mo present, not even the Blade Sovereign would dare to storm the hall!

"Perhaps he could be my conduit to meeting the esteemed Medicine Sovereign," she pondered, her gaze flickering with thought.

Her journey from Purvavideha to Uttarakuru wasn't for leisure; it was a quest to seek the Medicine Sovereign's healing expertise.

Her status as the daughter of the Sword Pavilion's Master in Purvavideha carried some weight, but the arduous trek across two vast regions had led to the loss of her identity token.

Without it, securing an audience with the Medicine Sovereign was uncertain—countless others sought his aid daily, too many for even him to attend to without rest.

"I hope the Cursed Souls can persevere a while longer. Just when they're on the brink, I'll fling open the hall's doors and unveil a grand surprise," Shen Muxi thought, a hint of a smile playing on her lips as she readied her plan.

"Damn it!"

Suddenly, Su Mo coughed up blood, swearing involuntarily.

The Devil Sovereign Di Shitian was a cunning adversary, relentless even in death.

Su Mo had ingested several pills, ostensibly for vitality, based on his knowledge and the jade bottle's inscriptions.

But the pills weren't for strengthening at all—they were meant to unlock the Fate Spring.

Upon sufficiently expanding the Fate Spring within the Fourth Realm of Sea Reincarnation, one can ascend to the second realm, the Sea of Bitterness. It's said that the Sea of Bitterness is boundless, but turning back is the shore. To reach that distant shore, one must construct a divine bridge overhead, marking the third realm of Sea Reincarnation, the Divine Bridge Realm. Only by traversing this divine bridge can one reach the far shore.

Su Mo's ingested elixirs stretched his Fate Spring to its utmost, propelling him into the Sea of Bitterness. His Sea of Bitterness, however, was unique; he could contend with the warriors of the Other Shore Stage. "To rebuild the Sea of Reincarnation is truly the mark of an Immortal Platform adept," Shen Muxi mused as she perceived the transformation within Su Mo's Sea of Bitterness.

"Listen, when the Omen Sect's experts outside are nearly vanquished, shout that the sect master has ascended to the Immortal Platform Stage!" Su Mo paused his cultivation to weigh his options, then whispered, "After you shout, step aside and shiver as if terrified. I'll handle the rest."

With a rip, Su Mo fashioned a mask from a torn cloth and advised, "Think more, observe more, speak less. The less you say, the fewer mistakes you make."

"What an odd getup," Shen Muxi remarked, casting a glance at Su Mo. Yet, she ultimately chose to heed his command. One must afford some respect to the directives of an Immortal Platform expert to avoid provoking him.

Shen Muxi inwardly scoffed at the situation but outwardly assured, "I'll execute the mission flawlessly, not uttering an extra word!"

"You're teachable, that's for sure. Rest easy; stick with me, and you'll live the good life," Su Mo assured her, patting her shoulder with a knowing smile.

Su Mo was well aware of his strengths. He might not match the might of the Devil Sovereign Di Shitian, the Blade Sovereign, or even Shen Muxi, but when it came to acting, he was in a league of his own—worthy of an Academy Award.

"Thank you for the guidance, Senior."

Shen Muxi gracefully stepped back several paces, offering his thanks with a respectful demeanor.

Su Mo simply shrugged, not the least bit embarrassed.

There's a saying: if I'm not embarrassed, then it's others who feel the discomfort.

"Sect Master! Avenge us!"

Simultaneously, outside the grand hall, a defiant roar erupted.

Boom!

The next instant, the Cursed Soul opted for self-destruction.

The explosive force of a Dragon Transforming Three-change expert—how immense could it be?

Several sect patriarchs in proximity were blasted into a crippled state.

Even worse, two Vice Sect Masters from different sects were obliterated on the spot!

"Big Brother!"

With a face twisted in rage, Cursed Soul watched the explosion and bellowed, "All warriors of the Omen Sect, heed my command—self-destruct! Sacrifice your lives to buy time for our Sect Master's ascent to the Immortal Platform Stage!"

"Yes!"

The remaining elders and Vajra Guards of the Omen Sect acted with resolve.

Their bodies began to swell ominously, signaling their readiness to detonate.

"Self-destruct? I'm afraid that's a luxury you can't afford in the presence of the Blade Sovereign."

The six sects' experts were at a loss to counter the self-destruction of Cursed Soul and his compatriots. Their strength was simply not enough to overcome and contain such an act.

Swoosh!

But in that critical moment, a blur streaked through the distance and descended above the hall.

Whoosh!

Accompanying the blur was a blade light as thick as a waist.

The blade light closed in swiftly, slicing through the necks of Cursed Soul and the four Vajra Guards.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

A succession of sharp sounds followed.

Cursed Soul and the Vajra Guards fixed their gaze on the Blade Sovereign for a fleeting moment before their bodies were severed, dying with eyes wide open in regret.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

Witnessing the beheading of Cursed Soul and the Vajra Guards, the remaining Omen Sect elders collapsed to the ground, their wills shattered, abandoning any thoughts of self-destruction.

Life is full of varied fates, each unique in its own way.

Blade Sovereign paid no heed to the actions of the Omen Sect elder. With his hands clasped behind his back, he called out in a resonant tone, "Di Shitian, emerge and face me in battle!"

Boom!

As if the very essence of Blade Sovereign's sword energy had activated a hidden seal, the entire hall began to tremble violently, and a barrier thunderously materialized.

"Shatter!"

Clutching a broken sword, Blade Sovereign unleashed a strike from above.

Sword light whirled, slicing into the barrier with force.

Crack, crack, crack!

The barrier emitted cracking noises under Blade Sovereign's relentless assault.

Clearly, it was only a matter of time before it would succumb to his power and shatter completely.

Crack!

With each swing of his sword, the barrier weakened until, on the forty-ninth strike, it split open abruptly.

"Immortal Platform! Y-you! Devil Sovereign, you've ascended to the Immortal Platform Stage! How can this...?"

The voice, tinged with shock and fear, echoed the moment the barrier gave way.

"Do you dare to claim supremacy before me?"

The voice of terror had barely faded.

When a chilling voice cut through the tension.

Thud!

Immediately after, Blade Sovereign, Ling Xuzi, and the others distinctly heard the sound of a body colliding with the ground.

The elders of the six major sects exchanged glances, their eyes eventually settling on Blade Sovereign.

He was the mightiest among them, a practitioner of the Dragon Transforming Nine-change.

It appeared that within the hall, Devil Sovereign Di Shitian had ascended to the Immortal Platform Stage, only to be effortlessly overpowered by another formidable being.

Chaos reigned.

In the midst of their disarray, Ling Xuzi and the rest could only look to Blade Sovereign to unravel the mystery.