485: Chapter 485 Facing the Foreign Land!

Fairy Shuiyue took a deep breath and said as quickly as she could: "The Taixu defense line at the border of Daluo Heaven has been breached! The army of the Nine Nether Underworld has torn through the boundary wall and invaded in force! Scout reports indicate that a coalition formed by the four great royal clans of the Nine Nether Underworld, led by several Golden Immortals, is pointing its blades directly at Daluo Heaven!"

"The four great royal clans?" Ji Yaoguang frowned: "Have they gone mad? They dare to provoke Daluo Heaven?"

"They came so quickly?"

Gu Qingxue and the others turned pale, a flash of worry in their eyes.

The four great royal clans joining forces, led by several Golden Immortals—this power was strong enough to sweep through most Sects, even across the entire Daluo Heaven.

More importantly, little Qingcheng had just been born, and this was the time when their defenses were at their weakest.

These guys were trying to take advantage of the situation!

Lu Yuan, however, snorted coldly. He didn't speak, just turned to look at the daughter in Gu Qingxue's arms.

Little Qingcheng seemed to sense the change in atmosphere; she opened her large, clear, black-and-white eyes and waved her little hands, completely unaffected by the clamor outside.

Lu Yuan stepped forward and kissed his daughter gently on the forehead.

"Take good care of our daughter."

His voice was low, yet it held a power that made people feel incredibly at ease.

The next moment, he turned and stepped out of the great hall. Purple-gold light condensed in his hand, transforming into a massive purple-gold sword.

It was the great sword transformed from the other shore immortal boat, three zhang long, as wide as a door panel, with Dao patterns woven from hongmeng purple qi and Chaos light flowing along the blade.

Just the action of drawing the sword caused the surrounding space to be sliced into fragments by the leaking Sword Qi.

A cold sneer tugged at the corner of Lu Yuan's mouth.

"Just in time."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present: "I was just worrying about not having suitable sacrifices for my daughter's full-month banquet."

His fingers tightened around the hilt, his fingertips turning white from the force.

"Let us use the blood of this four-clan coalition to host this full-month banquet!"

As his voice fell, Lu Yuan looked up abruptly, two beams of purple-gold divine light erupting from his eyes.

A monstrous killing intent, like a tangible storm, swept out in all directions with him at the center!

"Pass my order!"

Lu Yuan's voice was like a booming bell, resounding throughout the entire Qingyun Mountain; every Disciple, every palace, every inch of land trembled violently at his command.

"The entire Sect, prepare for battle!"

"Yes—!"

Within the Qingyun Dao Sect, a heaven-shaking roar erupted.

Lu Yuan took the lead, holding the massive purple-gold sword, and turned into a streak of purple-gold light, tearing through the sky and charging fiercely toward the Nine Nether army!

Behind him, Ji Yaoguang and his other confidantes, Lu Li, and the elite Disciples of Qingyun all took to the sky!

The flowing lights filled the sky like a river flowing backward, majestically following behind Lu Yuan, forming a battle Formation.

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At the border of Daluo Heaven, the Imperial Pass Fortress—this magnificent fortress suspended in the vast starry sky—had once been the first line of defense for Daluo Heaven against foreign enemies.

Its walls were cast from rare Star Divine Iron and had been reinforced and inscribed with Formations by countless generations of Immortal Kings, earning it the reputation of being impregnable.

But at this moment, this fortress, which symbolized the majesty of Daluo Heaven, had been reduced to ruins.

"Rumble—"

The sturdy Star Divine Iron walls had been forcibly collapsed for the most part, and huge fragments floated in the Void Realm.

Above the firmament, a shocking cross-shaped space crack hung there, as if the sky had opened a blood-red demonic eye.

Dark purple water from the nether river, mixed with the pungent stench of corpses and Death Qi, poured in from that huge wound, crazily eroding the Immortal Qi of Daluo Heaven.

The sounds of brutal slaughter and desperate wailing intertwined, composing a hair-raising symphony of death.

"Kill! Leave none alive!"

The giant war beasts of the Asura race rampaged through the ruins.

These war beasts, standing a hundred zhang tall and clad in heavy armor, bit through the Magic Treasures of the defending Cultivators, their sharp fangs easily tearing through their immortal bodies.

As they chewed with their massive mouths, blood mixed with bone fragments dripped from the corners of their mouths, raining down a grim blood rain in space.

One of the largest Asura war beasts targeted a Daluo Heaven Void Immortal general holding a broken sword.

The general's chest armor was shattered, his left arm was severed at the root, and the wound was still lingering with pitch-black curse power.

He gritted his teeth and used his remaining right hand to drive the broken sword, the sword light transforming into a hundred-zhang ribbon as he slashed at the beast's head.

"Roar—!"

The war beast didn't dodge at all; it opened its blood-red maw and bit the sword light, along with the broken sword, to pieces in one bite.

The fragments of the Immortal Artifact were like fragile glass in its mouth, easily chewed into powder.

Immediately after, it opened its giant mouth, and its sharp fangs pierced the general's protective immortal light, tearing his immortal body in two.

As it chewed with its massive mouth, blood mixed with bone fragments dripped from the corners of its mouth, each drop weighing over ten thousand jin, smashing into the ruins below, stirring up dust, and creating a grim blood rain in space.

"Collect souls! Refine spirits!"

The black warships of the Netherblood Su Family hovered in mid-air; there were thirty-six of them, arranged in an eerie hexagram Formation.

On the ship railings hung countless pitch-black soul-guiding banners, each inscribed with twisted spells in blood-red runes.

The runes wriggled constantly, as if they were living things, emitting crisp swallowing sounds.

Su Minghe, the head of the Su Family, stood on the deck of the flagship, his long gray-white hair dancing wildly in the Death Qi.

He pinched soul-summoning incantations with both hands, chanting as he did so.

The soul-guiding banners moved without wind, and distorted faces appeared on the surface of the banners—these were the imprisoned Primordial Spirits.

Driven by the soul-summoning incantations, the Primordial Spirits of the defenders who had just died on the battlefield couldn't even escape before being forcibly pulled out of their Physical Bodies by an invisible force.

A Great Ascension Stage Great Perfection defender general wanted to self-destruct his Primordial Spirit to take the enemy with him before he died.

However, his Primordial Spirit had just left his Physical Body and hadn't had time to trigger the self-destruction before being entangled by a pitch-black chain.

The chain was condensed from pure curse power; as soon as it touched the Primordial Spirit, it embedded itself deeply, causing the general's Primordial Spirit to let out a shrill scream.

The chain yanked hard, dragging him into the soul-guiding banner.

An extra twisted face immediately appeared on the banner, and he was then refined into an evil ghost driven by the Su Family, with no clarity left in his eyes, only resentment toward the living.

In the Void Realm, a few eerie black shadows occasionally flashed.

The assassins of the Yaksha race were like black locusts; their figures flickered in space, each flicker crossing a distance of dozens of miles.

They were born with control over a trace of the Law of Space, hiding in the layers of space, and ordinary Divine Thought could not detect their existence at all.

A Profound Immortal Rank assassin of the Yaksha race targeted a Daluo Heaven Sword Cultivator who was fighting the Asura race.

That Sword Cultivator's cultivation had reached the Void Immortal Middle Stage, and as his immortal sword danced, Sword Qi surged, each strike slashing out a hundred-zhang sword aura.