Chapter 110: The Emergence of the Extraordinary Treasure

Beneath a vast celestial dome, countless stars cascaded like shimmering threads, their light scattered across the boundless universe. Occasionally, shooting stars streaked through the darkness, painting an enchanting spectacle.

“Kill!”

“The rare treasure is mine!”

“Don’t even think about it! The heavenly artifact belongs to the worthy!”

Yet amidst such breathtaking beauty, countless figures emerged—humans, demons, angels, vampires, and many other formidable races whose names were unknown—locked in a desperate, merciless battle.

Blood splattered as one by one, powerful true god-level warriors from various races were shattered and fell.

But they had no choice but to fight on. The path ahead was blocked; ascending to the higher realms was agonizingly difficult. Even the lifespans of true god-level beings were finite. If they could not progress further, death was inevitable.

The celestial artifact rumored to have fallen from the higher realms held untapped cultivation techniques and even methods to ascend directly.

Thus, they fought fiercely, clawing for a sliver of hope.

“Great Sun Wheel Hand Seal!”

“Cold Light Spear!”

“Aurora Sword Path!”

Clash after clash, dozens of true god-level warriors perished with each encounter, heavenly blood descending and lamentations echoing across the land.

In the Galaxy Universe, the human race boasted only a few dozen true gods.

Angels, demons, vampires, and others had similar numbers, but among the hundreds of other races, few had more than five such warriors, some only one.

Once lost, the entire race would collapse, forced to bow before others until a new true god was born.

Otherwise, extinction loomed.

The fierce war raged on for an unknown span—one year, three years, or more. The celestial bloodshed never ceased, nor did the sorrow of the races.

Suddenly, the vast starry sky fell silent...

Amidst the countless severed limbs and shattered bodies of fallen gods, strewn across the void, even meteors that struck these remains were sliced into fragments by the boundless light they emitted.

Deep within this graveyard of divine corpses, a figure slowly emerged—blood dripping from his body, shimmering like crystal. Each drop sent ripples through the void, nearly tearing it apart.

He was a handsome young man, clad in a white robe stained crimson as if soaked in a pool of blood.

“Anyone else want to make a move?” he asked calmly, eyes serene. “If not, this prize belongs to me.”

In his palm hovered a transparent hexagonal crystal.

Crack! Crack!

At the moment the crystal appeared, apart from him, the empty space filled with countless divine corpses was struck by thunderous roars.

In the endless void, countless greedy eyes opened, but upon meeting the youth’s calm gaze, they dimmed and faded.

This was the conclusion of the celestial artifact’s descent—a true god-level war in the Galaxy Universe lasting seven years.

Among the 234 known top true god-level warriors, 176 had fallen, countless races losing their strongest champions and falling from the ranks of the hundred great clans.

More than half of those slain were cut down by the young man before them.

He was none other than Lin Fan, the Blade God, humanity’s top warrior.

Few in the Galaxy Universe could match him.

The fiercest true gods from the hundred clans all perished or fled grievously wounded beneath his blade.

Now, those without the courage or strength to contest the artifact dared not provoke this killing god.

Though Lin Fan appeared heavily injured, their fear was tempered by the knowledge that humanity still had another peerless warrior standing beside him—someone yet to act.

A roar echoed through the cosmos.

Amid the hesitation of countless strong warriors, a mighty dragon’s cry thundered, reverberating across the vast universe. A distant light suddenly flared.

“He’s here! Quickly return to our ancestral lands and activate the grand formation! Lin Fan alone can slaughter the hundred clans with ease. With him joining, they might even attack our homeland!”

Countless faces changed as thoughts raced; just as they considered this arrival, he appeared, prompting all to rush back to their ancestral grounds.

They feared this figure would enact some method of annihilation, eradicating their entire race.

“You’re here—!”

Unlike the panic of the others, Lin Fan smiled upon hearing the roar, a hint of relief washing over him.

Though he had slain countless foes, he was gravely wounded.

He feared no opponent, yet to fight again would mean risking his very essence.

But now that his sworn brother Qin Long had arrived, all worries vanished. Qin Long was his equal in strength—perhaps even slightly superior—but that slight advantage demanded a burning of their core forces in deadly combat.

Under normal circumstances, their match would remain undecided.

Previously, fearing that enemies might threaten his family, Lin Fan had entrusted Qin Long to guard them.

Of course, these threats came not solely from other races...

As Lin Fan spoke, the dragon’s roar filled the void. What began as a distant sound rapidly grew into a vast army of dragon phantoms, filling the sky—a mighty tide of ten thousand dragons, shattering the void itself.

Boom!

A colossal dragon appeared before Lin Fan, the phantom images dissipating. Its massive head displayed flowing mane and whiskers, hundreds of meters-long fangs, and eyes three or four hundred meters wide.

Against it, Lin Fan seemed but a mere ant.

“I’m here!” the dragon’s head bowed, revealing Qin Long clad in black robes. He stood taller and broader than Lin Fan by half a head.

If Lin Fan was handsome and serene, Qin Long was raw, unyielding dominance incarnate.

“Knew you wouldn’t resist coming,” Lin Fan said with a faint smile, as if expecting this.

But when he saw the figures behind Qin Long, his expression darkened, fists clenched, eyes blazing with fierce light.

He halted mid-step on the dragon’s head.

“I won’t say much. Surrender the artifact. You die, your family lives,” Qin Long said bluntly.

Lin Fan laughed bitterly. “How long have we known each other? Thousands of years, haven’t we?”

He could not believe his life brother Qin Long would betray him for a mere artifact. They had faced countless powerful treasures before, always fighting side by side, their bond forged in life and death—no treasure could compare.

Even if this celestial artifact held secrets of ascension, if Qin Long claimed it, Lin Fan would not fear. He would yield willingly—that was the depth of his affection.

He had long regarded Qin Long as a brother without blood ties.

Bang!

Blood splattered across Lin Fan’s face as his young nephew shattered before him, leaving him stunned.

Qin Long looked down from above: “No more nonsense.”

“Qin Long, I will kill you! Ah—!”

Snapping back to fury, Lin Fan’s eyes widened, veins bursting. A violent aura surged as a gleaming white blade appeared in his hand.

Bang!

Blood bloomed again, freezing Lin Fan’s body.

“Don’t act rashly. Surrender the artifact and abandon your cultivation!” Qin Long repeated.

Behind him, Lin Fan’s parents, sister, and brother-in-law were held captive, unable to utter a word.

Lin Fan’s frozen blood felt like ice to his bones.

Qin Long raised his palm slightly.

“Stop. I’ll destroy myself—I’ll self-destruct!”

Lin Fan roared, blood spilling from his mouth as his aura plummeted.

His family tried desperately to shake their heads but were powerless, tears silently falling.

“Good. Hand over the artifact!” Qin Long praised, seeing Lin Fan’s self-inflicted ruin.

Like a walking corpse, Lin Fan slowly raised the hexagonal crystal, his heart heavy with resentment. A mouthful of blood spilled, staining the artifact.

“The higher realms... such a world to yearn for!”

Qin Long grasped the crystal through the void, eyes intoxicated, then swiftly replaced with deadly intent.

Lin Fan’s heart pounded wildly, eyelids twitching as a terrifying premonition washed over him.

“No—!”

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Four muffled explosions shattered Lin Fan’s family into clouds of blood mist.

“Ah—!”

His eyes bulged as if to burst, tears mingling with blood streaming down his face like crimson tears.

Bang!

Qin Long’s palm struck Lin Fan’s body, pulverizing it into a swirling blood mist, leaving no trace of soul behind.

After scanning the void to confirm Lin Fan’s total destruction, Qin Long mounted his dragon and departed...

At that moment, a figure appeared in the starry sky, unnoticed even by Qin Long.

Clad in gray robes, holding a book in his left hand and a brush in his right, he wrote swiftly, his voice rising with each stroke.

“Galaxy Year 112,700: The celestial artifact descends, igniting a great war...

“In this battle, the Blade God Lin Fan single-handedly decimated the hundred clans’ champions, claiming the artifact. Alas, betrayed by his sworn brother Qin Long, who forced him to witness the death of his family, Lin Fan was stripped of his cultivation and slain, the artifact seized.

“The Galaxy Universe no longer hears the name of the Blade God Lin Fan; only the Demon Emperor Qin Long remains!”

Written by Jianghu’s Chronicler.

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