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Arriving at the Titanium Abyss with his wife and Emma, Tian Xing saw many flying spaceships exchanging fire with numerous flying boats in the sky. Advanced technological machinery, built using comprehension to shoot energy cultivation blasts, was facing off against ancient mystical wonders that used energy cultivation to deliver attacks filled with comprehension. Tian Xing nodded, observing how these two distinct modes of fighting effectively canceled each other out.
On the ground, he observed robots and space troopers engaging with Asura subordinates wielding Wuxing bows, shooting at those armed with laser guns, while using artifact weapons to counter the space troopers armed with lightsabers. Seeing these two distinct modes of fighting—where immortals cultivate energy to transform it into attacks full of comprehension, and cyborg transform comprehension into cultivation energy—Tian Xing merely watched how they battled each other, not yet wanting to disrupt their focus on killing one another.
Understanding that this Heaven Chosen, known for wearing a mask and a green cape, preferred affordable subordinates that could be manufactured repeatedly, unlike the Asura's subordinates who required care and protection before maturing enough to fight, Tian Xing focused his attention on the two fighters battling in the pit of metal ore.
Their punches and kicks were exchanged at such speed that, despite being a 7th Realm practitioner, Tian Xing couldn't keep up, impressed by how strong their foundations were, enabling them to leap in combat power. He carefully controlled his somersault cloud to stay well clear of the two Heaven Chosen, knowing that if a mortal like him came too close, he would be instantly torn to shreds.
Although this Mystical Realm synchronized cultivation energy and comprehension between the lower and higher heavens, making the 7th Realm Asura and 7th Realm Doctor Doom equal within this realm, Tian Xing knew that despite this universal law leveling the playing field, his mortal body was still fragile compared to these Heaven Chosen, who relentlessly improved their foundations every day. Therefore, it was best for him to stay clear and focus on retrieving Asura's last wife's souls in the next place connected to this realm.
Because he still wanted his favored side to win, Tian Xing subtly nudged fate in Asura's favor, causing their enemies to suffer multiple instances of friendly fire, which Asura quickly capitalized on to suppress Doctor Doom in both army and individual strength. Not wanting the man in the green cape and mask, consumed with resentment, to shift his focus from his opponent to him, Tian Xing exited the battlefield and began searching for the location of the Lord Grim Power Ranking Arena Dao World.
Noticing many 7th Realm practitioners outside the battlefield between Asura and Doctor Doom following him silently, Tian Xing raised an eyebrow, realizing they were essentially the puppet subordinates of The Celestial Worthy of Heaven and Earth, whom he had played to death in the previous multiversal war. Knowing they followed their enigmatic boss without knowing his true identity, which made them bold and daring, Tian Xing shook his head, understanding how differently the highest heavens viewed him and the lower realms—he was too benevolent toward the latter.
Ignoring their misconceptions, Tian Xing focused on locating the naturally forming portal that would lead him to the Lord Grim Dao World, preferring to deal with them all in one fell swoop once the bait had grown large enough. It didn't take long, as he already knew the destination from having simulated the fate long before arriving here. Amused by the sight of immortals, fairies, cyborgs, and androids who had hooked onto the bait, Tian Xing realized there were simply too many following him for him to pretend not to notice any longer.
Descending his somersault cloud to the ground, he cupped his fists humbly and asked, "Gentlemen and ladies, is there anything this Tian Xing can do for you? I've noticed many of you began following me once I was far enough from the Asura and Doctor Doom battlefield. So, would anyone care to share if there are blessings or luck that I can help fulfill?"
Seeing the humble attitude of the Tian Ming Emperor, the no-name Asura disciple, tasked with killing everyone who followed the Emperor, couldn't help but shiver with uncontrollable trepidation. Because, he had just received a delayed report, one so late it felt as though it had been deliberately sabotaged with all sorts of natural mistakes and errors.
Unfamiliar with this side of the Tian Ming Emperor, as they hadn't engaged in any meaningful karma with him for thousands of years, the disciple felt an overwhelming urge to kowtow and beg for forgiveness on behalf of the others, since what the Tian Ming Emperor was about to do seemed beyond mere cruelty, already bordering on insanity.
But unable to move his body or even speak, as if his entire existence had been temporarily severed from Jing, Qi, and Shen by the wave of Tian Ming Emperor's harem's Bronze Branch, the no-name Asura disciple trembled in fear. Each curse directed at him and his wife—especially his wife—only deepened his dread, as the report had indicated she was the catalyst for the Emperor's drastic change from a once benevolent nature.
Despite suspecting that this might have always been Tian Ming Emperor's true nature, hidden from the public eye, the Asura disciple couldn't help but think it was all too cruel for mere words and a slight offense that didn't warrant such an intense reaction. However, when the moment came and Tian Ming Emperor and his wife only killed everyone present, the no-name Asura disciple was left confused.
It seemed the report had been wrong, as none of the disgraceful actions described were evident in this scene. As he watched them leave through the portal, feeling bewildered, the Asura disciple shook his head, choosing not to dwell on the fickleness of such a high and mighty figure, and remained unaware that Tian Ming Emperor's harem also experienced a slight tremor, which was too subtle for him to recognize.
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