The collapse of the Ten Thousand Mile Great Wall meant that once the primordial demons passed them, they could enter the Fu Li Immortal Realm’s mainland and destroy the spiritual veins of every continent.
Shi Wufang cried out, “Not good!” Although the primordial demons were recorded in the ancient texts, there had been few opportunities to face them directly, and knowledge of them was limited. No one had anticipated this. She raised a hand to wipe the blood from her lips, and her sword suddenly radiated a clear brilliance, pointing straight at the grotesque head in the sky!
Not far away, Yan Danwo directly faced Qiong Sang, who was surrounded by a wheel of black flame. She unleashed the Nine Nether Sorrowful Return Wind, and amidst the roaring explosions, a great mass of green gale swirled up, spiritual power blasting forth like a ferocious tide. The fierce wind and the fiery flames collided violently. The shockwaves from the impact swept in all directions, instantly crushing the remaining city walls. The primordial demons struck with ruthless viciousness, and Shi Wufang, Yan Danwo, and their group showed no mercy in return, determined to hold the demons here even if it meant their own deaths.
Seeing the Great Wall that had stood before them, blocking them for six thousand years, crumble with a roar, Yong He threw her head back and laughed until she shook. The countless blood demons she had split off weaved through the sky-piercing sword energy. After she formed a hand seal, the blood demon avatars all retreated, merging back with her main body. She flicked her sleeve, sweeping away the countless bolts of lightning that shot out from the void, then used a blood evasion technique, seemingly wanting to bypass Wei Yunshu and Luo Lingfeng.
Seeing the Ten Thousand Mile Great Wall fall, Wei Yunshu’s pupils suddenly contracted. Yong He’s divine ability had been unleashed too quickly; there was no time to react before the Great Wall collapsed amidst the booming explosions. The residual sword energy shot out violently. The scene was one of mountains collapsing and the earth cracking, an aura of destruction everywhere. Seeing Yong He use an evasion technique, preparing to charge out of the Northern Continent, Wei Yunshu urged her Taiyi Sword, instantly slashing towards the bloody shadow. Yong He did not fear the sword light. She waved her hand, and dozens of demonic heads, wrapped in flames, rushed out, holding back the magnificent sword light. Immediately after, she struck out with an Immense Fire Malevolence Extinguishing Divine Light. As expected, the moment this divine light was unleashed, the dark Abyssal Heavy Water surged from the shadows and collided with it. Instantly, a sound that seemed to stop the clouds echoed, and the void twisted slightly.
With Yong He delayed, Wei Yunshu and Luo Lingfeng caught up from behind. Yong He leaped out from her escape light. She let out a cold snort, her eyes suddenly becoming incredibly deep. She channeled all her spiritual energy, forming a giant palm filled with blazing fire, and smashed it downwards with extremely swift and fierce momentum. As it descended, the leaping bolts of lightning were all shattered! This was Yong He transforming pure power into a giant palm, not relying on any divine ability variations, but intending to shatter the enemy with brute force.
Yong He’s realm had already surpassed that level; Wei Yunshu had long known that the One Qi Nine Dominance Heavenly Thunder could not hold her. A stream of light descended from behind her, carrying an extremely fierce and powerful force, tearing towards that palm. The moment the sword was unleashed, the Abyssal Heavy Water converged into a long river that occupied half the sky, surging upwards majestically! That formidable power stained the surroundings, splitting mountains and shattering rocks. After a few breaths, Yong He stood in her original spot, unharmed, while Wei Yunshu and Luo Lingfeng were forced back several steps.
That ferocious power crashed down, and the land instantly shattered. Even without establishing a ritual, in a battle like this, the surface crust would be overturned. The spiritual energy in the entire spiritual vein would then riot, and the shackles placed on the Fu Li Immortal Realm would collapse along with it. After the collapse, when the True Beings of the Shang Qing Divine Realm arrived, there would likely be no way to respond. Therefore, no matter what, Yong He had to be stopped. Among the three demons, her power was the strongest. After she was sealed, the others would surely have a way to deal with the remaining two. Wei Yunshu’s mind turned, and she had already made a decision.
She reached out and grasped the Taiyi Sword, the stars behind her reversing, descending like a long river. A long, clear sword cry sounded, and countless points of starlight from her Dharma Manifestation shone forward, instantly rushing into the sword’s body. In just a few breaths, the light on the Taiyi Sword became even clearer and sharper. Her current cultivation level could not overwhelm Yong He. Even if she captured her aura and severed a part of it, it would not match Yong He’s recovery speed. The enemy before her was, after all, different from Chao Ling. If she were to burn away all the essence of her Cavern Heaven, the sword she unleashed might achieve the power she desired. However, to do this, she needed Luo Lingfeng’s help. With her mind set, she turned to Luo Lingfeng and transmitted her voice, “True Monarch Luo, I—”
Luo Lingfeng paid no attention to Wei Yunshu. The Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter flew from her sleeve, emitting clear and melodious Dao sounds. Yong He also knew how troublesome this Dao artifact was. Upon sensing the fluctuation of aura on the Heavenly Constitution Dao Chapter, she also summoned the flying shuttle they possessed. The auras of the two Dao artifacts immediately became entangled.
“True Monarch Luo should know that this Dao artifact won’t be of much use. The Ten Thousand Mile Great Wall has already collapsed. What are you all still insisting on? I fear that without us even acting, the shockwaves from the battle will be enough to shatter the earth and shift the spiritual vein,” Yong He flicked her sleeve and said with a bright smile.
Yong He was not wrong at all. The momentum of a Cavern Heaven True Monarch’s battle was extremely vast. Without any cover, the residual power would sweep in all directions. When those immortal sect cultivators fought, they would distance themselves from the earth, heading to the extreme heaven or the void. But the primordial demons were different; they did not care about shattering the earth. At this time, closest to this area was the land of the Southern Continent. Its spiritual vein, which had already experienced several tremors, began to boil. Violent streams of spiritual energy surged upwards, filling the region with a dense spiritual power comparable to a Cavern Heaven blessed land.
“As long as we deal with you at the right time, it will be fine,” Luo Lingfeng lowered her eyelids and replied casually. She urged the Abyssal True Water, the water’s momentum transforming into a sword’s momentum, rushing out from the white mist and swirling smoke, sweeping away the countless crimson flames that descended like blossoms.
Wei Yunshu’s brow furrowed. Countless rays of light, like the sun’s brilliance, landed on the Taiyi Sword. She turned to look at Luo Lingfeng and suddenly felt that she was even more distant. Composing herself, Wei Yunshu said directly, “True Monarch Luo, I have a sword that may be able to slay Yong He. I ask True Monarch to cover for me for a moment.”
Luo Lingfeng finally raised her eyes to look at Wei Yunshu. A reply echoed in her mind, “Perhaps?”
“Yes,” Wei Yunshu said seriously. “As long as we stop Yong He, our disadvantage can be reversed. This sword is called ‘Three Lights Eternal Illumination,’ even Yong He cannot compare.” Three Lights Eternal Illumination was a technique that mobilized all the essence in her Cavern Heaven Dharma Manifestation. Its surge of power was as inextinguishable as the sun and moon. Under this divine ability, there was no place the three lights could not reach, which meant there was no one the sword could not strike. But just striking was not enough; all the power had to be unleashed. This naturally required a process of gathering momentum.
A dark light flashed in Luo Lingfeng’s eyes. She let out a low laugh, “The Three Lights Eternal Illumination of the Immeasurable Body, ah.” Afterward, she did not respond to Wei Yunshu’s words. The Abyssal True Water surged majestically, covering most of the sky, hanging upside down, as if heaven and earth had been inverted.
Wei Yunshu saw Luo Lingfeng’s offensive suddenly become fierce and assumed she had agreed to her request. She pursed her lips, her expression solemn. The Dharma Manifestation behind her shone with great light, and countless surging flames of light, like meteors from beyond the heavens, attached all their divine energy to that sword’s energy. Under the illumination of the sword’s brilliance, the surrounding scenery appeared incredibly dim. But just as that sword was about to be fully unleashed, a golden light flashed on Wei Yunshu’s forehead. The Heavenly Imprisonment Lock that had fallen into her body suddenly seized all her energy at that moment. The momentum that had just been gathered instantly receded like a tide, and the sword she had prepared to unleash had already lost its best opportunity. Wei Yunshu’s eyes were filled with astonishment. She abruptly turned her head to look at Luo Lingfeng, but she couldn’t utter a single word of accusation.
At that moment, a brilliant light flashed out. After a sharp, miserable cry, the evil atmosphere in the arena was instantly reduced. It was Yan Danwo, who, with the help of the Heavenly Sea Cloud Beast, had succeeded, successfully sealing Qiong Sang. But at this point, her already seriously injured body could barely hold on, her aura extremely weak, as if her realm would fall in the next moment. But everything was not over yet. Yan Danwo bit the tip of her tongue, lifted her heavy eyelids, and turned towards Shi Wufang. The Heavenly Sea Cloud Beast looked at Yan Danwo and barely stood up, touching Yan Danwo’s leg with its single horn. Instantly, brilliant auspicious lights entered Shi Wufang’s body. The Heavenly Sea Cloud Beast was originally formed from auspicious clouds; this was one of its innate divine abilities—Heavenly Auspice Divine Light. But this divine light was its foundation. After pouring it all into Yan Danwo’s body, it instantly transformed into a ball of soft cloud, shrinking to the size of a palm.
A light flashed in Yan Danwo’s eyes. She said seriously to the Heavenly Sea Cloud Beast, “Thank you.”
The Heavenly Sea Cloud Beast grunted twice and then burrowed into her sleeve.
Yan Danwo did not hesitate any longer. She urged her spiritual energy and instantly moved to Shi Wufang’s side. Her arrival reduced the pressure on Shi Wufang. Shi Wufang turned her head and gave her a grateful smile.
Yong He also saw Qiong Sang being suppressed. Now, only she and Rahu remained. Her eyes flickered, and she said with a cold smile, “Even if only I am left, it cannot reverse the situation. If the two of you don’t believe me, please look at the extreme heaven!” As her voice fell, she urged her spiritual energy and fiercely slapped forward. It was also a palm strike that unleashed her spiritual energy. As long as Wei Yunshu and Luo Lingfeng could not digest it, the residual momentum would impact the earth, shattering the spiritual vein!
The sudden pressure was extremely strong, and the scorching brilliance seemed to want to burn heaven and earth. Streaks of sword energy slashed upwards, and that majestic water momentum swallowed the falling flames, as if capable of containing all things. After that giant palm dissipated, the Abyssal Heavy Water in mid-air had dimmed considerably. Luo Lingfeng remained silent, and Wei Yunshu also felt a bit of fatigue. In her Cultivation path, she had rarely been defeated, and even when facing those with higher cultivation than her, she was not afraid. But this time, against Yong He, she finally sensed that insurmountable chasm.
“Retreat to Buzhou,” Luo Lingfeng said faintly.
A surge of anger suddenly rose in Wei Yunshu. She glared at Luo Lingfeng and raised her voice, “It’s not as if we have no chance at all!”
“Is your chance to exchange your life for another’s?” Luo Lingfeng laughed, her eyes filled with mockery and ridicule. “Oh, that’s wrong. Those several demons are immortal. Your life will only be exchanged for a brief period of imprisonment.”
“So what?” Wei Yunshu quickly calmed down. “What we lack most now is time. I will exchange my life for time.”
“Wei Yunshu, you are very good,” Luo Lingfeng smiled and flicked her sleeve, saying with a breezy tone, “If you don’t retreat, then don’t blame me for turning hostile and attacking you.” As her voice fell, the rolling water tide was covered with a layer of gloom. Under the reflection of the crimson fire, it turned into a boundless sea of blood. She stood with her hands behind her back on the crimson tide, her red clothes fluttering in the wind. Her eyes unknowingly turned a demonic crimson, carrying a chillingly strange and eerie aura that made one’s heart pound.
Yong He also saw this change. She covered her lips and giggled softly, “True Monarch Luo has completely let the evil fire into your heart, joining our ranks?”
Wei Yunshu looked at Luo Lingfeng in disbelief—
She had clearly made a Dao oath.
“Tai Sui Golden Sand…” she murmured.
The crimson water tide suddenly contracted, squeezing heaven and earth, overpowering the brilliant light.
Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the west, like countless ghosts making high-pitched, sharp howls, piercing the ears. Everyone felt an indescribable, instinctual fear rise in their hearts. In their vision, the shadow of a palm struck downwards, and the towering mountains of Buzhou, which had stood for thousands of years, collapsed with a booming sound.
Yong He was stunned, then laughed with even more unrestrained arrogance. The people from Shang Qing were more capable than she thought. The shackles that locked the Fu Li Immortal Realm had not been completely broken, yet the cultivators of Shang Qing had already squeezed through the gate, their immense power not diminished in the slightest.
The Realm of Ruin’s return was unstoppable!
Heaven and earth fell silent. A moment later, Luo Lingfeng smiled and said, “The Buzhou Heavens have collapsed. The people of the Eastern and Southern Continents have all moved to the Western Continent. If the Western Continent is crushed, then not a single living being in the Fu li Immortal Realm will remain. You, do you retreat, or not?”
She was so capricious, her emotions changing so quickly, it was impossible to tell what was real and what was fake. Wei Yunshu tried to open her eyes, wanting to clearly see the figure standing on the water tide not far away. Her heart felt as if it were soaked in ice water, utterly cold.
Luo Lingfeng wants to aid the demons of the Northern Continent? No, she wouldn’t.
Then what is she preparing to do?!
Heavenly light descended, and everywhere was an ominous stream of light.
This battle was already with little hope of victory. Once one place was broken, there was no room to maneuver.
“Ancestor?” Shi Wufang’s face was deathly pale as she murmured in a low voice. Her mind, which had been supported by her fighting spirit, had no time to feel pain. But at that moment of pause, the forcibly suppressed sorrow, despair, and terror surged like a tide, completely drowning her!
They had a way out, but it was a path they were unwilling to take unless absolutely necessary.
What was the meaning of doing this? A momentary confusion suddenly appeared in Shi Wufang’s tenacious heart.
Until a sticky, foul smell rushed towards her face. The Nine Nether Sorrowful Return Wind dispelled the filthy demonic heads in front.
Yan Danwo patted her shoulder and said, “This is a battle of the Great Dao. We can only advance, not retreat.”
A short while before, above the extreme heaven.
Ji Changkong’s face was cold and stern, like frost and snow. She sat in her original spot like a wooden puppet. Only the hand gripping the True Nature Sword trembled, tightening more and more, revealing a bit of her inner turmoil.
Suddenly, a stream of spiritual light scattered across the sky. At the gate that had just been sealed, a crack appeared, and a Daoist’s phantom image floated down from above. The moment he appeared, it was as if the entire extreme heaven had frozen.
A chill suddenly rose in Ji Changkong’s heart. She grasped the True Nature Sword and abruptly slashed forward! It was like a swift flash of lightning. That phantom image shattered like a dream bubble, scattered by the fierce wind. But Ji Changkong still felt a sense of dread, as if that existence had not disappeared at all. The sword light returned, and suddenly several Dharma talismans shot out, colliding with the sword’s brilliance. Instantly, a series of explosions erupted, and rolling waves of energy burst forth. Ji Changkong’s breathing could not help but stagnate.
A moment later, a bright light flashed across the sky, then fell rapidly downwards, stirring up a series of ripples, which was enough to prove its immense power. Ji Changkong narrowed her eyes, pushed the True Nature Sword forward, and a sword cry sounded. But the sword light she unleashed made no sound at all. It was not that the sword light was not powerful, but that the power was all condensed into one point, without the slightest bit leaking out. After the two collided, a dazzling light erupted. A few breaths later, Ji Changkong stood in her original spot with her sword. Not far away, the Daoist’s phantom image appeared again, like a candle in the wind, flickering and unstable. Ji Changkong judged that the Daoist had not truly entered the Fu Li Immortal Realm, but had taken the opportunity to send down a wisp of his aura. The situation had not yet reached an irreparable point. Ji Changkong took a deep breath and slashed towards that figure again.
After slashing several times, Ji Changkong noticed something was wrong. That wisp of aura had not diminished at all; instead, it had accumulated more and more, clearly because the gap in the heavenly gate had not been completely sealed. If this continued, the Daoist’s true body would descend sooner or later.
Ji Changkong composed herself, a strange light flashing in her eyes. She used “Sword Heart Illuminates Same,” instantly capturing the traces of that scattered aura. She summoned the True Nature Sword, and instantly, brilliant light flowed, slashing towards those auras.
Seeing that Ji Changkong had discovered his tracks, the Daoist simply gathered his aura and manifested a form once more. He did not summon a weapon but released his own spiritual energy. Instantly, a majestic tide of spiritual energy, like a mountain collapsing and a sea overturning, spread out, colliding with that sword light. The sharp sword light was fixed in place upon contact with the spiritual tide. The Daoist smiled, then urged his spiritual energy again, transforming it into a palm and striking towards the direction of the Northern Continent, which had the densest spiritual power.
When one’s cultivation reached a certain level and a realm was opened, any external force could be repelled by their spiritual energy. That slashing sword light was undoubtedly like a clay ox entering the sea, causing no ripples at all. After casually striking downwards with a palm, the Daoist did not continue to act but released the spiritual tide, pushing it towards the heavenly gate.
Ji Changkong secretly cried out, “Not good.” She immediately brandished her sword forward, trying to block that palm. But if she left, more people would enter the Fu Li Immortal Realm through the gate. Her thoughts turned, and she had already made a decision. She urged her spiritual energy and raised her sword, slashing towards the spiritual tide that crashed towards the gate like a ferocious wave. Although it was said that when spiritual energy was abundant enough, any divine ability or Daoist art was futile, the person before her was just a Daoist’s phantom image, his true body had not completely descended. There was still a chance. Ji Changkong’s eyelids drooped, a high-pitched sword cry sounded, and another sword light flew out. This sword was her natal sword, named “Kongxiao.” With two swords in hand, Ji Changkong used a divine ability called “Chonglan,” which could double the power of her sword strikes. However, this divine ability consumed her essence, which was difficult to replenish once depleted. But she no longer cared. The two flying swords, carrying an incomparably bright light, slashed down, instantly intercepting that surging power.
The Daoist looked at Ji Changkong with some surprise. He flicked his finger, and several Dharma talismans shot out from his sleeve, like a chain, falling towards Ji Changkong in front. His wide Daoist robe fluttered in the wind. He placed his hands behind his back and said, “This humble Daoist is Qiu Zhiheng of the Tian Yuan Sect. I have come specifically to reclaim my homeland. To be precise, you are all my Shang Qing fellow countrymen, but you have been deceived by heretics and have lost your sense of right and wrong. If you are willing to surrender and abandon your wicked thoughts, my Shang Qing is willing to accept you.”
Ji Changkong raised an eyebrow and sneered. The Daoist had not shown such an attitude at the beginning. If she hadn’t displayed some ability, he probably wouldn’t have even spared her a glance. “Does the Shang Qing Divine Realm only allow one Dao to exist?”
Qiu Zhiheng’s expression was as if it were a matter of course. He replied, “The Great Dao is one; external paths are not to be taken.”
Hearing him say this, Ji Changkong knew there was nothing more to discuss. The battle between the “Severing All Selves” one Dao and the “Proving the True Self” heart-cultivating Dao could never coexist. This Dao battle was a battle of life and death.
Above Buzhou Peak.
The palm that Qiu Zhiheng struck down could not be withstood by a Nascent Soul stage cultivator.
But the cultivators in the sect could not possibly watch Buzhou’s millennia-old foundation be so easily destroyed. Xie Zhichao had just returned from outside, and seeing this, she gritted her teeth, raised her saber, and was about to charge out, but she was grabbed by Ran Xiuyun. Ran Xiuyun’s face was not looking good, her eyes filled with a bit of worry. She shook her head and said, “The mountain gate has a great formation that can resist. If it can’t—” Ran Xiuyun paused for a moment and then said, “The Xuan Zhen Hall still has the ‘Heavenly Sky Synchronous Flying Palace.’ Junior Sister Xie, you can take Junior Sister and the others onto the flying palace and escape to the Shang Qing Divine Realm to find a chance of survival.”
Xie Zhichao furrowed her brows. “What do you mean?” She grabbed Ran Xiuyun’s hand and asked urgently, “Can’t Eldest Senior Sister and the others win?”
Ran Xiuyun did not speak, her drooping eyelids hiding a hint of sadness. She was in charge of all matters in the sect. Although she was not in the battle, she had received a lot of information, which was not suitable to tell others.
As the two were speaking, the palm that was brewing with immense spiritual energy had already smashed down. The various peaks of Buzhou suddenly radiated a spiritual light, like a dome, and countless sword intents shot upwards, tearing that light and qi palm to pieces. But the falling air currents did not dissipate; instead, they carried the residual momentum and rushed in all directions. At that moment, a high-pitched phoenix cry sounded. A flowing five-colored bird covered the heavens and earth, its wings and tail feathers exceptionally magnificent. With one swoop, the Phoenix Lord intercepted that palm’s power, not letting a single bit of it fall onto the Western Continent.
But with such an anomaly, people’s hearts were unsettled.
Everyone had come to the Western Continent to seek refuge. But if the Western Continent was pushed to the forefront, how would they position themselves? But if they left the Western Continent, where could they escape to?
Seeing several streams of escape light rushing towards Buzhou, the Phoenix Lord retracted her wings and landed on a steep rock. Deep in her heart, she was also filled with an indescribable bewilderment and unease.
