Rebirth Of The Urban Immortal Cultivator

Thousands of powerful sects had arrived, but the battle ended with Chen Fan penetrating the Thousand Star Painting and stabbing Prince Qin Ye’s body before it even started.

Clad in a red dragon robe, the usually fierce Qin Jian said, clearly frightened, “What’s happening?”

Not only him, all the cultivators from the Star Ocean were having difficulty in believing the outcome of the battle. The imperishable sects were all formed by superior beings that stood on top of the Little South Heavenly Realm and dominated a planet region. Other than the Sect Masters of the large sects, almost all of their Overlords were there. Even the Grand Elders—who had been cultivating for fifty thousand years and had incredible Dharma Powers and powerful Divine Powers—had been unable to withstand Chen Fan’s attacks.

“How powerful exactly is Chen Beixuan? Is he really someone from Earth?”

Not only one person wondered…

Many people couldn’t help but think about Qin Jian’s previous assumption.

“Is he truly the reincarnation of a Grand Cultivator?”

Apart from that, there wasn’t any other reason that could explain Chen Fan’s power. His level was obvious; he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, or even an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. And yet, his Dharma Power was incredibly powerful; any Divine Power would quickly change in his hands and would become much stronger than any of the top Divine Arts. The Dharma Spells of the Changshen Sect, the Demon Sun Sect, the Niekong Sect and Apollo Palace were already the most powerful in the Little South Heavenly Realm, but they were easily dispelled by Chen Fan; all kinds of Divine Powers and tactics were as powerless as baby pats when facing him.

Someone lowered his head and said, “This guy is definitely not from Earth, not even from the Abandoned Planet Region. He’s either the reincarnation of a nameless Grand Cultivator, or from outside this region, truly outside of the region, outside of the Little South Heavenly Realm. He may even be from the Central Galaxy.”

“Central Galaxy?”

Everyone was shocked.

That was a legendary place, the center of the entire universe where countless elites gathered. There might not be a lot of Soul Formation Grand Cultivators—who were superior in the Little South Heavenly Realm—in the Central Galaxy, but they weren’t as rare. There were also countless sacred grounds and large sects that had a million year history or even span through ten million years. How was it possible for Chen Fan to originate from that place?

For the Little South Heavenly Realm, a remote place in the universe, the Central Galaxy was as unreal as the legendary Deity Realm. Many people would never leave the Little South Heavenly Realm in their entire lives.

Even Qin Ye was extremely astonished. His handsome, fierce face was full of fear.

“Chen Beixuan, who exactly are you? The Abandoned Planet Region is definitely unable to nurture an Overlord like you,” he said as the muscles on his face pulsed.

“Sizzle, sizzle!”

The broken sword stabbed Qin Ye’s shoulder and pierced through the Golden Bird Treasure Robe he had on. It was made with feathers fallen from the Golden Bird of Apollo Palace. Even though it wasn’t a Divine Treasure or a Quasi-Divine Treasure, its defensive power was much better than that of normal Heavenly Treasures. Not even Half Grand Cultivators were able to break through it with a single attack; still, the broken sword had pierced through it effortlessly. There was even a sizzling sound coming from the wound and white smoke billowed out, as if a piece of hot iron was being quenched in water.

“Who are you to ask me that?” Chen Fan said with a cold look.

He retrieved the Deity Sword. After a bloody battle, defeating the Divine Princes, fighting with the seven Grand Elders and killing millions of soldiers, even Chen Fan seemed to be a bit overwhelmed. Tiny cracks started to appear all over him, almost like spider web patterns on his crystal clear body. However, his energy rose instead of fall, burning like the sun; he walked towards Qin Ye taking deliberate steps.

The nearby disciples of Apollo Palace risked their lives and rushed forward.

But they were crushed by Chen Fan’s invisible power and they exploded into blood mist before they could get within a ten thousand feet distance.

“Boom, boom, boom.”

Claps of thunder were heard and the air shook every time Chen Fan took a step, high in the sky. Many cultivators nearby immediately exploded; their bodies and souls were shocked to death.

“Rise!”

Qin Ye got up forcefully.

A plume of golden smoke with a hint of red color rose from his body into the sky, almost filling the entire world. Qin Ye was wearing golden armor and bright red blood was still oozing out of the wound on his shoulder. His hair was loose and messy; he didn’t look like a prince anymore, but he was still spirited. His body stood upright and his face was full of determination.

“Chen Fan, don’t you think for a moment that you’ve truly defeated the Apollo Sect and the Niekong Sect after killing millions of soldiers and ten Grand Elders. The power and background of the imperishable sects are way beyond your imagination. The might of the Soul Formation Grand Cultivators isn’t something you can resist.”

“Oh, really?” Chen Fan declined to comment on it.

“Do you really think you’ll win after killing Fu Yan and the others, these Divine Princes, elders, and beating me? That’s ridiculous. There are tons of large sects in the Little South Heavenly Realm. How many of them don’t have Divine Treasures, Divine Beasts, imperishable arrays formed since the dawn of history and a couple of Soul Formation Cultivators? If they wanted to kill you, they could crush you to pieces by gently raising a finger,” Qin Ye said calmly with a smile, “I might be a Prince of Apollo Palace, but I’m only the third among my brothers.

“My big brother has a high level which is close to my father and he’s already become a Soul Formation Cultivator thousands of years ago. My second brother is even known as the Sword Saint; he once made a sect yield, all by himself wielding a sword. Apart from Apollo Palace, there are also the Wuji Sect, the Changshen Sect and the Taichu Divine Realm. All of them rule a vast planet region, with thousands of Nascent Soul cultivators and ten thousand disciples in total.

“Even if you kill me, they can gather a similar army again for as many times as they want. No matter how powerful you are, how many of them can you defeat?”

Qin Ye’s eyes glittered and his face was full of arrogance.

Those imperishable sects that stood on the top of the galaxy were indeed too powerful. The number of Overlords who had died outside of Earth wasn’t small for them, but it wasn’t troubling for them, either; they only felt bad about the few Grand Elders. As for the Divine Princes and Nascent Soul cultivators, there would be more of them again in a few thousand years.

Many people were startled when they heard what Qin Ye had said.

“The Soul Formation cultivators you’re talking about might be powerful, but where are they?”

Chen Fan flicked the broken sword in his hand as he sneered.

“Well…”

Qin Ye’s smile froze.

The situation in the Apollo Palace was too special. The Laws of Heaven and the Dharma Laws were incomplete, and there were many Deity Arrays suppressing the region, which was why the most powerful cultivators present were only Pseudo-Soul Formation Cultivators. Real Grand Cultivators would never be able to get in, unless they were willing to cut themselves in order to make their power imperfect. The Grand Cultivator of Apollo Palace in the Origin Divine Palace was one of those examples. Besides, they couldn’t even take their Divine Treasures and Divine Arrays with them, or they would be prohibited by the arrays.

“The master plan of the Grand Cultivators is not something you could understand. Chen Beixuan, rein in your horse at the edge of a cliff. You still have a chance,” Qin Ye said with a deep voice.

“Oh, what plan? Tell me and let me see,” Chen Fan said calmly as he took another step forward.

“Boom!”

Chen Fan had already gotten a hundred feet away from Qin Ye after taking that step. Qin Ye couldn’t stand it anymore; an endless energy surged out of his body and he was surrounded by a golden aura. His power soared constantly from the Nascent Soul level to the Half Grand Cultivator realm; it even kept rising until it reached the peak.

“Kill!”

Qin Ye controlled the Yaoyang Divine Sword and rushed forward, but that wasn’t his real trump card.

Boom!

Suddenly, an extremely giant and golden man jumped out of his head. That cultivator was surrounded by endless light and energy. He was wearing a robe with nine dragons and a golden bird crown on his head. Nine burning Golden Birds with three legs flew around him. The man looked blurry; he was enveloped in fog, like a superior God.

As that cultivator appeared, a terrifying energy countless times more powerful than the previous one immediately swept the whole solar system like raging waves.

Countless people trembled.

Many widened their eyes and were extremely terrified.

“A Soul Formation Cultivator!”

“Is there really a Grand Cultivator?”

Heavenly Lord Anpo, Lord Dragon and Master Ling Yun were smiling at first, but then their smiles froze on their faces. They could not believe it. Weren’t Grand Cultivators forbidden to enter the Abandoned Planet Region? Not even Divine Treasures could enter that zone. Why would there be a Grand Cultivator? Besides, judging from the appearance of that Grand Cultivator, he was apparently the Golden Bird Emperor of Apollo Palace. That was the most powerful being of Apollo Palace, the top cultivator in the Little South Heavenly Realm! He was known as the strongest among all the Soul Formation cultivators. His appearance was completely out of anyone’s expectations.

“Slash!” Qin Ye shouted.

A golden Divine Sword that looked exactly like the Yaoyang Divine Sword had also appeared in the hand of that Golden Bird Emperor. He struck the same pose and slashed forward.

At that moment—

The sky cracked and the world turned dim, as if it had become an ocean of darkness. Only a beam of unimaginably bright golden light had split the sun and the moon. In many people’s eyes, that slash could even break the moon.

As he faced a power that seemed to be able to destroy the world, Chen Fan snickered.

“It’s just an Immortal Will. Let alone the real body, you didn’t even send an incarnation here and you want to kill me? You must be dreaming. Break!”

Then, Chen Fan’s body also released countless beams of light and it started burning like Deity Fire in Heaven. Following some banging sounds, the broken sword in his hand produced unimaginable light as he slashed in response.

The first slash.

Chen Fan knocked away the Yaoyang Divine Sword; the Quasi-Divine Treasure flew away while making whining sounds.

The second slash.

Chen Fan broke through the golden light and split that golden man in half. He didn’t hold back at all, ignoring the violent cry of that cultivator.

The third slash.

Prince Qin Ye was knocked away by Chen Fan and his body was almost split in half. His arm flew away, spilling countless drops of blood and the Golden Bird Treasure Gown—made with the feathers of the Golden Bird the Divine Beast—was torn. Not even the feathers of a Divine Beast were able to withstand the sharpness of the Deity Weapon.

Only three slashes.

Chen Fan defeated the arrogant Prince Qin Ye and that seemingly unbeatable Soul Formation cultivator.

“Stth!”

At that moment, the world was in silence.

Qin Jian, the King of Falling Stars with just one leg left, the remaining Divine Princes, the cultivators from the Star Ocean, people on Earth and the Nascent Soul cultivators from other planets; all of them looked at the sky in shock, not making a single sound.

Many people knew.

From then on, nobody in all of Planet East or the whole planet region would be able to confront Chen Fan, not even the large sects from the Star Ocean!

What did it mean by incomparable?

This was incomparable!