As the battle raged between the Divine Child of the Fallen Pavilion and the Holy Child of the Spirit Heaven, the mysterious bead emitted a white light, poised to be born. The onlookers were itching to seize it, waiting for their chance. However, the auras of the two warriors were incredibly powerful, the resulting air currents preventing anyone from crossing the line. The energy in the air relentlessly bombarded the ground. Going forward now would likely result in being blasted to smithereens.

The King of Quan'an, who had been boasting about his business, stopped and said to Yuan Zhexian, "Fellow Daoist, I think none of us here have a chance with that mysterious bead this time. The Divine Son of the Divine Fall Pavilion and the Holy Son of the Spirit Heaven are too powerful; we can't get involved at all. Even if we did obtain the bead, we would be relentlessly hunted down by these two holy lands. It's not worth it, not worth it at all. Let's look for opportunities elsewhere."

Ding...

"Host, host..."

"What are you doing, Tongzi?"

"Urgent mission! Host, you must obtain that mysterious bead. You will receive mission points upon completion. Accept?"

Well, Yuan Zhexian, who had originally planned to leave, also began to carefully observe the mysterious bead that was about to be born, to see if there was anything different about it, upon hearing the system's words. The bead appeared quite ordinary, emitting no spiritual power and showing no aura whatsoever. The more ordinary it seemed, the more puzzled Yuan Zhexian became. Logically, almost everything that had appeared in this canyon's secret realm so far was a rare treasure; it shouldn't be so ordinary. He then secretly activated his double pupils, trying to glimpse its inner essence.

A few wisps of white immortal energy appeared inside the mysterious bead. There was immortal energy within. This was...? A celestial artifact! Yuan Zhexian was also astonished. Celestial artifacts were practically extinct throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. A single celestial artifact could allow a Great Emperor to overpower an Unparalleled Great Emperor, or even contend with a Mythical Great Emperor. That was the power of a celestial artifact. But it was impossible. This secret realm was clearly just a Great Emperor's inheritance site; it couldn't possibly contain a celestial artifact. Moreover, the immortal power released by a celestial artifact was definitely beyond what this secret realm could withstand. If that immortal power were released, everyone present would probably be instantly crushed to dust.

"What exactly is this thing, Master? Why are you in such a hurry and issuing an emergency mission?"

"I cannot answer your question for now. You will know when you accept the inheritance here."

"Accept or not?"

"Okay, I accept."

At this moment, Prince Quan'an, who was still speaking to Yuan Zhexian, turned around and saw that Yuan Zhexian, who had been listening to his advice, had disappeared. Then, Yuan Zhexian appeared in a flash between the two who had been fighting.

The two immediately stopped fighting and looked at Yuan Zhexian. The Divine Son of the Divine Fall Pavilion spoke first, "Who are you? Did this wretch send someone to deal with me?" The Holy Son of the Spirit Heaven retorted, "I originally wanted to personally kill you, this heartless man, before collecting the mysterious bead. I didn't need anyone's help at all, so why would I ask someone to deal with you?"

Watching the two constantly provoking each other, Yuan Zhexian gave an awkward smile. He then said, "I don't care about your love-hate relationship, but I want that mysterious bead. Once I get it, you two can continue."

Upon hearing the words "love-hate relationship," it seemed to strike a nerve with the two. A fierce glint appeared in their eyes. Their auras surged, and they launched a devastating attack on Yuan Zhexian. Seeing others join the battle, the onlookers ceased their observation and flew forward to fight, eager to seize the mysterious bead.

At this moment, Quan'an Wang stood still and muttered to himself, "I'm just eating melon seeds. My life is more important."

As more and more people joined the battle, a chaotic melee ensued. Yuan Zhexian, seeing the ever-growing number of people, wore a cold expression. He then soared into the air, looking down at the crowd. He then said: "I will give you three breaths. Those who do not leave this place after three breaths..."

"die!"

Everyone was slightly taken aback. Then they scoffed, "Who do you think you are? A forbidden prodigy? Or the divine son of the Yuan Clan? Out of over a hundred people here, you think you're so special?"

"three!"

Exactly, who do you think you are? One spit from each person could kill you, let alone three breaths. Are you crazy?

"two!"

Stop talking nonsense and kill this arrogant, self-important guy first.

"one!"

Yuan Zhexian then coldly said, "Those who didn't leave can't leave now." He then gently uttered a command to the dozen or so people nearby: "Bind!" The Heavenly Origin Scripture Binding Technique was immediately activated. Suddenly, several screams erupted from those bound. Each of them seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand. Their bodies began to compress and deform, until finally, amidst their agonizing screams, they exploded completely. Countless droplets of blood and flesh slowly fell from the sky. In everyone's eyes, Yuan Zhexian was no longer the smiling figure he had been at the beginning, but a demon seemingly from hell. His ordinary face coldly swept over everyone, and those whose gaze fell upon him, regardless of their cultivation level, felt as if their souls were being ripped away in that instant, even the Divine Son of the Divine Fall Pavilion and the Holy Son of the Spirit Heaven were no exception. This cold, terrifying gaze and the bloody scene would likely remain unforgettable for a long time to come. However, all of this was just their fantasy. The moment they chose not to leave, death was inevitable.

Those who chose to leave were incredibly relieved, secretly glad they had made a decision to save their lives. They then retreated dozens of miles away to watch the battle unfold.

At this moment, Yuan Zhexian stared at the group of the Divine Son of the Divine Fall Pavilion and said coldly, "I gave you a chance, but you didn't cherish it. So, get on your way."

Suddenly, a figure appeared out of nowhere and charged towards Yuan Zhexian, shouting, "Don't think you're invincible just because you've dealt with some small fry! Die!" The remaining crowd watched in surprise as this person charged towards Yuan Zhexian exclaimed, "The Holy Son of the Netherblood Holy Land! It's said he's among the top eighty of the three thousand physiques—the Berserker Physique—whose physical strength multiplies after going berserk!" Yuan Zhexian showed displeasure at this Netherblood Holy Son who dared to provoke him, and then threw a punch. However, this was only Yuan Zhexian's physical strength; he didn't want to use the power of his Supreme Bone and Chaos Physique to kill some insignificant people—it would be a waste of his talents. The Netherblood Holy Son saw Yuan Zhexian's punch coming and sneered, then charged towards Yuan Zhexian while activating his Berserker Physique to retaliate with Yuan Zhexian's punch.

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