The Empress’s Blind Consort: Invincible in Secret

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."

"Three sticks of incense, to send you to the afterlife!"

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."

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In the spectator stands, some old relics suddenly stood up, their eyes like lightning, locking onto the incense in Duan Wuchou's hands.

The legend of the Realm-Ending Incense was too ancient, only those who had lived for a thousand years or the top forces with long histories had any records of it.

At this moment, the appearance of the Realm-Ending Incense shocked many great beings.

"The three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense on Duan Wuchou are probably the only ones left in the world. Using them against a mere Sea Covering Realm cultivator is a waste!" A Moon Shine Realm old monster hidden in the crowd said with heartache.

There were also super crocodiles hostile to the Great Jin Dynasty, their eyes cold, sneering, "Although it's a pity, once the Realm-Ending Incense is used, no matter how talented Qian Yuan Sword Saint is, he will die with regret! The Great Jin will lose a top genius, wonderful."

Inside the small world of the commanding platform.

Jian Wentian, Mo Wuyi, and others were startled, quickly distancing themselves from Duan Wuchou, afraid of being affected by the Realm-Ending Incense.

Wang Teng, however, did not move, still standing shoulder to shoulder with Duan Wuchou, carrying the map of thousands of Ziwei stars on his back, like the god of fortune, smiling, "Very good! With this, Qian Yuan Sword Saint will surely die."

Duan Wuchou glanced at him, "Aren't you afraid?"

Wang Teng smiled indifferently, "I am blessed with immense fortune, protected by fate. As long as you don't directly use the Realm-Ending Incense on me, I will be fine."

Hearing this, Duan Wuchou no longer hesitated, using his heart's blood as fire, lighting the three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense.

Holding the three sticks of incense, he bowed to Qian Yuan Sword Saint.

"First bow, to send you to your final rest."

As the words fell, Qian Yuan Sword Saint's black hair turned white, his skin wrinkled, his back hunched, aging in an instant.

Burning away a thousand years of lifespan out of thin air.

"Amazing, the world is truly full of heroes, not to be underestimated." Qian Yuan Sword Saint looked at his withered hands, sighing.

In the novel, it didn't mention Duan Wuchou having three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense, mainly because in the plot, the overpowered protagonist only defeated seven young supremes, without escalating to a life-and-death battle.

In the end, the author forcibly lowered the intelligence of the characters, making the supporting characters willingly fight the protagonist head-on, without causing trouble afterward.

This incident made Meng Qingzhou more determined to stay low.

Randomly encountering a minor character, who was barely mentioned in the book, possessing three sticks of Realm-Ending Incense!

"Second bow, to send your soul across the bridge of the afterlife, to ascend the Hall of Yama." Duan Wuchou bowed again.

Qian Yuan Sword Saint's body trembled, standing still, his whole being stiffened, as if his seven souls and six spirits had disappeared.

The young supremes, seeing this, exchanged glances, all showing relaxed smiles.

Jian Wentian was overjoyed, unable to hide his smile, his mouth grinning to his ears, thinking: 'Die, die! Once you're dead, I'll dissect your body, study your Sword Sense of Time and Space, and inherit everything from you!'

Qin Fenghuo's eyes widened, almost losing control, ready to tear apart the commanding platform's world barrier and rush in to save him.

The spectator stands were silent, everyone holding their breath, not daring to blink, afraid of missing a single detail.

"Is the Sword Saint really going to fall?" A sword cultivator who worshipped the Space-Time Sword Saint trembled, his expression pained.

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."