Chapter 42 – Three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense, send you to rebirth

Chapter 42 – Three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense, send you to rebirth

"All of you, come at me together. I'm in a hurry to get home," said Qian Yuan Sword Saint, his words simple yet domineering, looking down on the six young supremes.

Mo Wuyi, the third prince of the Blood Sea Empire, with delicate features and a wickedly charming aura, said indifferently, "Killing an ant has made you arrogant? You dare to challenge six young supremes alone."

Sun Baisheng, the general of Ao Lai Kingdom, took out a coiling dragon staff, his battle intent high, "Comparable to the children of gods, the supreme first generation's top prodigies? I've been wanting to test my strength, and you will be my whetstone!"

Qian Yuan Sword Saint, unafraid, stepped onto the commanding platform first, turning back to point his sword at the young supremes, "Come in and meet your death!"

The six young supremes exchanged glances, temporarily setting aside their pride, deciding to unite against this Space-Time Sword Saint.

With this thought, they no longer hesitated and entered the commanding platform one after another.

Duan Wuchou, the chief elder of Wuyatian Sect, with a haggard face and a wisp of black qi coiling around his brow, held three sticks of incense in his hands, his voice low and weak, "I see from your face that you have the mark of an early death. Since you are destined not to live long, let me send you off."

"The first stick is called Life-Burning Incense. When it burns out, your life ends."

"The second stick is called Soul-Sending Incense. It opens the bridge between life and death, guiding your soul to hell, never to reincarnate."

"The third stick is called God-Burying Incense, also known as the Land of Buried Gods. In ancient times, the gods faced disasters in their old age, leading to the twilight of the gods. You will experience the terrifying calamities before their deaths."

Duan Wuchou's eyes were cold, as if looking at a corpse, and he said indifferently, "I have lived for three hundred years, cautious by nature. These three sticks of incense have been in my collection for over a hundred years, never meeting a worthy opponent. You are honored to be the first to make me feel a death crisis."

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At these words, everyone was shocked, their faces filled with horror as they looked at the incense in Duan Wuchou's hands.

Qin Fenghuo's face changed drastically, and he said in a low voice, "Realm-Ending Incense! This forbidden item disappeared for over ten thousand years, how is there still any left?"

Jiang Canghai's figure flickered, instantly appearing beside Qin Fenghuo, "Is it the legendary incense created by an evil cultivator who sacrificed hundreds of great worlds, using the ashes of their destruction to forge three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense?"

Qin Fenghuo's expression grew colder, nodding, "Yes! But the Realm-Ending Incense has been passed down for tens of thousands of years, causing many disasters in history. Its power has greatly diminished, probably only usable once."

Qin Fenghuo decisively said, "Even once is unacceptable! The Empress's fate hinges on this battle! The Sage cannot afford any mistakes! Stop the match immediately."

Qin Fenghuo was about to forcibly end the battle when a voice suddenly sounded in his ear, "A mere Realm-Ending Incense, with me here, Qian Yuan Sword Saint will be fine."

Qin Fenghuo's face instantly became extremely colorful. He turned abruptly, looking towards the Golden Throne Hall, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Your Majesty, have you... taken that step?"

In the transmission, the voice of the General of Column Kingdom was trembling with uncontrollable excitement.

The Empress did not respond.

Qin Fenghuo's Adam's apple bobbed, his fists clenched, staring fiercely at Jiang Canghai, "Did you know all along!?"

"Know what?" Jiang Canghai feigned ignorance, blinking innocently.

"Your Majesty! Morning Glow Realm!" Qin Fenghuo pointed out two keywords, unable to contain his excitement.

Jiang Canghai rolled his eyes, continuing to play dumb, "Sorry, I haven't read any books, I don't understand."

...

Thousands of Great Jin sword cultivators, their anger soaring to the sky, shouted loudly:

"Cheating! Using forbidden items, it's not a fair fight! The Sword Saint hasn't lost, you cheaters!"

"Your Majesty, please avenge Qian Yuan Sword Saint!"

"Revenge, we cannot tolerate this!"

Golden Throne Hall.

Dongfang Liuli cast her gaze towards Meng Qingzhou, who was leaning on a cane, and softly called, "Minister Meng?"

Meng Qingzhou stood there in a daze, not responding.

"Minister Meng?" Dongfang Liuli's tone became urgent, her eyes widening slightly.

Could it be... she guessed right!?

Qian Yuan Sword Saint is actually Meng Qingzhou!?

The Realm-Ending Incense was forged by sacrificing hundreds of great worlds, listed as an ancient forbidden item, its power needless to say.

Even if it was just an avatar, the Realm-Ending Incense could trace back to the original body through the line of causality.

"Meng Qing... Meng Qin!!" Dongfang Liuli slapped the table, shouting.

Meng Qingzhou jolted awake, quickly stepping forward, cupping his hands, "I am here, I just fell asleep, my apologies."

"Standing and sleeping?" Dongfang Liuli asked suspiciously.

The court officials all cast strange looks, your disciple is fighting a strong enemy on the commanding platform, his life or death unknown, yet you, as his master, are standing and sleeping?

Your nerves are too thick...

Dongfang Liuli grew more puzzled, secretly having a headache, "Could I be overthinking?"

The power of the Realm-Ending Incense was undeniable, causing several great disasters in history, wiping out billions of lives, proving its might.

Meng Qingzhou, standing there looking like he just woke up, unaffected, not harmed in the slightest.

"Yes, I have a unique talent, I can sleep standing up," Meng Qingzhou nodded.

Dongfang Liuli's eyes deepened, still harboring doubts.

The appearance of Qian Yuan Sword Saint was too sudden, his personality identical to Meng Qingzhou's. Most crucially, she felt a strange familiarity and affection, only felt with Meng Qingzhou, yet Qian Yuan Sword Saint also had it...

"Your Majesty, we can't wait any longer, take action!" Qin Fenghuo urgently transmitted.

Qian Yuan Sword Saint, with white hair, his hand holding the sword trembling, his vitality rapidly fading.

Dongfang Liuli slowly stood up, thinking to herself:

"Very well, once I kill them, I will personally unmask you."