Chen Yuan arrived
Far North Land, a certain Mortal kingdom.
Rumbling sounds of tearing through the Void Realm came.
The common people awoke from their sleep. They walked out of their homes and looked up at the Void Realm, only to see dozens of brilliant Spiritual Qi trails flash overhead.
They were colorful and incredibly dazzling.
An old man knelt, praying to the gods, wishing for a bountiful harvest this year; a child blinked her curious big eyes, looking at the sky, asking her mother beside her, "Mommy, what is that?"
"Nier, those are Immortals. Hurry and kneel with me."
Ancient Immortal Sect,
Song Xu looked at the tide-like Yao Beasts outside, his eyes filled with despair.
Just at this critical moment of survival,
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"
Streaks of brilliant spiritual light shot up from all directions of the Far North Land, tearing through the sky and converging towards the Ancient Immortal Sect!
Those were escape lights! The escape lights of countless Cultivators!
There was the only sixth-grade Soul Transformation Stage power, Heavenly Maiden Sect, led by Sect Master Yan Ran with all her Disciples;
There were Old Ancestors from the seven remaining fifth-grade Nascent Soul Stage powers, bringing all their Sect's and city's elite Disciples;
There were Clan Chiefs and City Lords from the twenty-one existing sixth-grade Golden Core Stage Families and cities, leading their clan's young men;
And countless Loose Cultivators, spontaneously flying on their Magical Artifacts!
They put aside past grievances and abandoned the barriers between Sects and Families.
At this moment, they had only one common identity—Human Race Cultivators!
And only one common goal: to protect their homeland and resist the Yao Race!
The sky was rendered brilliant and tragic by the trails of countless spiritual lights.
Everyone's expression was solemn. They knew that today they might not return, but no one flinched.
Figures landed within the Ancient Immortal Sect's mountain gate, merging with the original Disciples.
Although their cultivation levels varied, from Foundation Establishment Stage to Nascent Soul Stage, and even Qi Refining Stage Cultivators, their eyes were equally firm, ready to face death without fear!
"Sect Master Song! All members of Changyun Gate are here, willing to live and die with the Ancient Immortal Sect!"
"Chiyang Mountain Villa is here! Yao Beasts shall not take another step!"
"We Loose Cultivators, though weak, are willing to shed our last drop of blood for the Human Race!"
Shouts converged into a mighty Battle Intent, soaring into the sky, actually temporarily resisting the surging Demonic Qi!
Song Xu looked at the Fellow Daoists who had rushed from all directions to support them, and his eyes instantly welled up.
He took a deep breath and proclaimed loudly, "Good! Good! Good! I, Song Xu, on behalf of the billions of living beings in the Far North Land, thank all of you Fellow Daoists! Today, we shall make our final stand here at the Ancient Immortal Sect, in a battle to the death with these beasts!"
"Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death!"
Earth-shattering roars echoed through the clouds.
Demon Venerable Lian Qing looked at the suddenly increased number of Human Race Cultivators below, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, which then turned into a deeper cruelty and disdain:
"Hmph! No matter how many ants gather, they are still ants! My children, tear them to shreds!"
"Roar—!"
The roar of the Yao Beasts was like thunder, and their even more frantic attacks crashed against the Ancient Immortal Sect's Sect-protecting Formation like a crimson tide.
The light shield trembled violently, and cracks began to appear!
One day later,
Xuantian Sect, Assembly Plaza.
The first batch of Disciples and Elders to reinforce gathered.
Leading the team was Dao Lord Ling Xu, a white-haired but eagle-eyed Late Void Return Stage inner Elder.
Dao Lord Ling Xu's gaze swept over everyone, he nodded slightly, then said in a deep voice, "Depart!"
Hundreds of streaks of light shot into the sky, tearing through the clouds, and landed on a giant flying boat docked in the Void Realm.
They sped towards the north at the fastest possible speed.
However, one person had already quietly arrived at the Ancient Immortal Sect's back mountain. There was a secret passage here, which he had learned about the entire Ancient Immortal Sect's structure when he enslaved Song Xu earlier.
Ancient Immortal Sect's back mountain.
The once serene Immortal realm had now become a bloody purgatory.
The mountain gate was shattered, palaces were crumbling, the earth was scorched black, and blood flowed like rivers.
Bodies were piled up in layers like mountains.
Dismembered limbs and shattered Magical Artifacts were mixed together, and the air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood.
The last Forbidden Ground in the back mountain, a Formation light shield as thin as a cicada's wing, was still stubbornly holding on.
Inside the light shield, only two stumbling figures remained.
Ancient Immortal Sect Sect Master Song Xu, his Daoist robe in tatters, covered in blood, his left arm twisted and broken, was leaning on a broken giant axe stuck in the ground to support his body.
His face was pale, his Aura as weak as a flickering candle in the wind, and his Dantian had long been depleted.
Beside him was Heavenly Maiden Sect Sect Master Yan Ran.
This once graceful woman now had disheveled hair and tattered clothes, blood constantly oozing from the corners of her mouth, and a deep, bone-visible claw mark on her chest, entwined with life-eroding Demonic Qi.
She formed hand seals, squeezing out the last trace of Origin spiritual power from her body and injecting it into the crumbling back mountain Formation, her eyes gradually losing focus.
Outside the light shield, dense masses of Yao Beasts, like a bloodthirsty tide, frantically assaulted this last great Formation of the back mountain.
Roars, impacts, and the booming of demonic techniques were incessant.
Demon Venerable Lian Qing, at the forefront, had a cruel smile on his face, like a cat playing with a mouse, enjoying the Human Race's final struggle.
"Why bother? Withdraw the Formation, and this Venerable will grant you a complete corpse!" Demon Venerable Lian Qing's voice, like a biting cold wind, penetrated the light shield.
Song Xu spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, his voice hoarse: "Yao Race... beasts! If you want this place, you'll only get it when we're all dead!"
Yan Ran did not speak, but bit her already cracked lips, once again squeezing out a trace of Origin Qi to inject into the Formation.
The light shield trembled slightly, forcing back a few approaching Yao Beasts, but her own body also swayed, almost collapsing.
Demon Venerable Lian Qing's eyes blazed with ferocity, completely losing patience: "Stubborn fools! Then be utterly destroyed! Crush them!"
In an instant, countless demonic technique lights illuminated once more.
Song Xu and Yan Ran were resolute in their hearts, preparing to self-detonate their faint spiritual power to perish with the enemy.
Just then, "Zheng—!"
A clear and cold zither sound, like a thunderclap from the Nine Heavens, suddenly erupted!
The zither sound wasn't loud, yet it instantly suppressed all the clamor on the battlefield, clearly reaching the ears of every living being present.
Space seemed to solidify for it.
The torrent of demonic techniques, capable of annihilating everything, upon contact with the invisible sound waves, actually scattered with a crash, as if hitting a solid wall, vanishing into nothingness!
All the Yao Beasts, including Demon Venerable Lian Qing, froze in unison.
A figure in black robes silently appeared at the entrance of the back mountain.
Chen Yuan's face was as stern as ten thousand years of cold ice, and his eyes contained towering killing intent.
He held the ink string sword zither in his left hand, his right hand lightly pressed against the zither strings. There were no violent fluctuations of spiritual power around him, but his imposing Aura, as stable as a deep abyss and a towering peak, made all the Yao Race feel suffocated.
"It's... Master!" Song Xu recognized the newcomer, and his lifeless eyes burst forth with wild joy and excitement.
Yan Ran also struggled to open her eyes, looking at the familiar figure. The extreme tension in her mind relaxed, her body went limp, and she collapsed to the ground, only faint breaths remaining.
Demon Venerable Lian Qing forcibly suppressed the shock in his heart and shouted sharply:
"Another one seeking death?! Playing tricks, kill him for this Venerable!"
However, Chen Yuan didn't give him any time to react.
He didn't even look at the Yao Emperor standing behind the crowd of demons, his cold gaze sweeping over the tide of Yao Beasts before him.