The atmosphere became gloomy all of a sudden.

The promise of war and conflict was so palpable in the surrounding that the thousands of cultivators found it hard to even breathe normally.

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No one dared to make a sound for ten breaths until our bored gamer finally had to make a move. There was no point in prolonging this stalemate after all.

"I'm sure that you two are well aware of the consequences of your actions today. Do you really wish to give up your immortality with just a single error based solely on your feelings?"

Clark said while using his avatar Blood Twin. He could see everything from the comforts of his room and he especially enjoyed making the experience game like as far as he could.

Our good gamer just laid on the bed as usual and witnessed the whole show using a large monitor directly above his head.

This perk was of course invisible to the eyes of Lin Che at the moment.

Not that she had a mind to notice though even if it was not simply because she was busy writhing on the floors in a mixed state of both pain and pleasure.

The Primal Warden would have a lot of time to spend in order to get better acquainted with the complex barriers that had plagued her mind over and over again.

"This is our duty. Most of all, our knees are too hard already to bow to a new master in our old age." Old Man Mu replied.

He slowly descended on the scene and he looked like an enlightened Buddha that graced everyone's presence.

There was a shine of benevolence all over his form and this holy radiance brought out the fire within the hearts of his True Immortal peers.

Some were even hesitating on where to side between these two conflicting parties.

At least this was true for a breath or two before it was mercilessly squashed aside when they remembered how Young Master Clark had easily slaughtered a True God in this Mortal Realm.

The crying heavens of blood were still fresh in their minds and they were not foolish enough to go against this irresistible tide of death.

It was much better to keep a low profile and wait for some auspicious chance to happen on the morrow.

In the end, most of the collected True Immortals in the place could only shake their heads and sigh. They expected only one result after this challenge had been concluded.

'It seems like this will be the last battle of Old Man Mu and Old Man Qian. It's funny that these eternal adversaries would fight their final war together and not against each other.

Never had i expected to see this day.' A True Immortal mused inside.

"Indeed, we have lived a full life already. It would rather keep my honor and not stain my dao heart with your feet over our heads for all of eternity."

Old Man Qian also said his piece and there was an easy grin that hung on his face right now. It was like he was talking about something light and fun even in the face of his eventual death.

Both of these Supreme Immortals knew that they had no chance against the power on the likes of our bored gamer.

Still, they were here and have arrived with no apologies on their lips whatsoever. Perhaps this was how heroes and martyrs were born into legends.

And indeed, Old Man Qian brought upon his wake a deluge of chaotic forces. He was akin to a smiling devil beside the embracing light on Old Man Mu.

These two really complimented and contradicted one another even in their last stand together.

"Then so be it." Blood Twin nodded and understood the determination of these two.

There were no words that could force Old Man Mu and Old Man Qian to change their minds already and so it was best to end this quickly than not.

Blood Twin strode forwards and the mass of True Immortals parted in his path. He looked like an ordinary aged old man with his bowed back and dusty black cultivators robes.

There was no sign on his skin nor his garments that indicated any rank, family, or clan. It was just plain and simple.

If any mortal would have faced him on the road, they would have no doubt said that Blood Twin was as weak as a dying dog and everyone would have been mistaken in the end.

Alas, in front of seasoned cultivators, Blood Twin appeared like a monster of nightmares.

Even his mere breathing could totally wipe out the entirety of the gathered True Immortals around him.

If he would just breathe a little bit harder, none would escape and could only end up as food in his abyssal belly.

This was so easy for Blood Twin to do since his power stat has already broken the limit of what this Mortal World allowed.

Blood Twin currently possessed a full 5 billion power stat as it reflected the current strength of our bored gamer at the moment.

One should know that the peak power stat that any True Immortal could have was only 1 billion.

After that, they would then be allowed to ascend into the Divine Realm where a whole lot of monsters and gods awaited them in bated breath.

"If we should fight, i would wish that we would be facing your true self, Young Master Clark." Translation, if we should die, let it be against the real you.

Old Man Mu was at least subtle in his words but since most of his audience in here was learned individuals of the Grand Dao, they understood his meaning pretty well and clearly.

Every True Immortal knew that this man known as Senior Blood Twin was only a cheap facade that was used by our very own protagonist in this scheme for world domination.

Several trillions of miles away, our bored gamer could smile in response.

"And here I thought that I would remain a silent viewer in this good show. Seems like I can also have my chance to step on that big world stage of Undying Beings all around me."

Clark muttered and lazily stretched on the bed. He caught sight of the plight of Lin Che and it would be a lie to say that he enjoyed the Primal Warden's suffering.

He took joy at first but that only lasted for three breaths.

After that, it was just sad to see the constant lament of one beautiful lady who wished to counter the unbreakable locks on her mind and heart.

And with a dao heart like a Primal Warden, Clark reckoned that it would take millions of years or possibly never before Lin Che would truly give up fighting against these impulses that were not hers in the first place.

Our avid gamer was not too cruel to grant that fate unto someone that was only toyed with that fucking Elder God's commands.

'Hmmm... I think 3 weeks of this punishment should be more than enough already.

At that time, the reunion of the three Primal Warden sisters would happen and giving Lin Che's freedom from the erotic curse would prove to be a good gift indeed.'

Our bored gamer concluded and left the scene in silence.

* * *

'Well, i'm glad to finally lose my tail for a change.' This was the first thought that he had in his mind after he broke the void and into the thousands of spectators that awaited him.

"Is he Young Master Clark in Old Man Mu's words?"

"He looks nothing impressive. I would have thought that he had six arms and three heads on his body but he's just... too normal i guess."

"And to think that Young Master Clark is just a mere 10th Stage Mortal Shedding Realm Expert. How is this possible?!"

"Shut your trap, trash! If you're that stupid then get as far away from me as you can. I don't want to lose my life with you near me right now!"

The audience talked amongst themselves and had trivial debates about the real identity of our bored gamer.

Since these Sect Masters were only Earth Immortals, they were certainly not privy to the wars that had happened between Young Master Clark and company.

Earth Immortals could not use their divine senses on a planetary scale.

Perhaps the widest range they could scan with this acquired skill was only continent wide and that too was already quite a stretch for them.

They continued to talk in frenzy while the same thing basically fell on the Elders of the Demonic Sword Sect also.

"What is Young Master Clark doing here?" They asked one another but found no answer to this question at all.

These Seniors only knew our bored gamer as a potential True Immortal and never one in the first place.

Alas, they need not wait long before the truth was going to be revealed for all of them to witness. They only waited a full minute for the finale to start.

"Thank you, Young Master Clark. And welcome to my humble home, The Dirty Beggar's Sect of the Holy Continent. My name is Mu Jin."

Old Man Mu offered his name and his partner also did the same.

"I am Qian Yu of the Broken Sword Sect of the Primeval Continent. Today is a good day to die. Don't you think, Young Master Clark?"

Old Man Qian smiled and reached for the weapon at his back. Since the introductions were done, words have already lost any meaning at this point.

"I do. Please start." Our bored gamer nodded and could only sigh at how stupid righteous men were sometimes.

He noticed the big green tag on top of the heads of these two True Immortals and was hesitating on how to tackle this dilemma.

He certainly did not want to be the one to end the adventurous tale of NPC heroes like Old Man Mu and Old Man Qian.

'I guess I gotta do what I gotta do.' Clark took a deep breath and looked at the fatal forces that wished for his head.

"BANG!" Old Man Mu harnessed a colossal palm into play that shrouded the heavens in its immensity while Old Man Qian roared and became a 30 foot madman with an equally impressive immortal sword that appeared to cover the whole world.

"NOOOOOOOOOO!" Most of the cultivators panicked in fearful voices. They tried to escape into the void but found out that space was tightly locked into place.

Should these two attacks hit, everyone of them would no doubt liquefy into nonexistence. Our bored gamer would of course not allow for this thing to happen.

"I will wait for your return. Until then, take care of yourselves." Clark uttered these mysterious words before an eerie silence descended on the scene.

Old Man Mu and Old Man Qian were frozen like ice. A gentle wind arrived and they both shattered into tiny specks of dust in the wind.

Two legendary figures have fallen in the hands of our good gamer.

* * *

In another realm, a beautiful woman laid in a complete picture of pain and exhaustion. Nonetheless, the joy on her face was unmistakable.

"It's a pair of healthy looking boys! And very very fat! Congratulations, Zeng Ya! You have delivered a twin into this world. This is a great blessing from the gods!"

An old lady announced. She did not realize how her words were actually not that far off from the truth.

'I guess this plot is pretty similar to how xianxia novels starts. If i ever escaped or at best kill that fucking Elder God, i should become a webnovel author in my free time. Hehehe.'

Clark mused as he looked at the naked baby figures of Old Man Mu and Old Man Qian.

Since our bored gamer has gifted the two with perfect memories of their past life, it would only take a few thousand years before they reach the top once more.

"Bald Head Mu, don't be so greedy! Leave some for me!"

"You already had your drink, Sword Brain Qian! This is mine!" Two babies can be seen fighting over their mother's milk jugs.