486: Chapter 486 The Imperial Pass Falls!

However, he did not notice in the slightest that the space ten zhang behind him fluctuated slightly.

A flash of blade light appeared—it was deep cyan, thin as a cicada's wing, and fast to the extreme.

The Sword Cultivator only felt a chill on his neck, and his vision began to spin.

He saw his own headless corpse still maintaining the posture of swinging its sword, and the hot blood spraying from his neck cavity condensed into a string of blood beads in the air.

He wanted to shout, but could not make a sound; then, the blade light flashed again, extinguishing his Primordial Spirit as well.

A fine head soared into the sky; the Yacha tribe assassin curled his lips into a cruel smile, his figure once again slipping into the Void Realm to seek his next prey.

On the other side of the battlefield, the female Cultivators of the Heaven Demon tribe were releasing a large-scale pink illusion.

These Heaven Demon female Cultivators were all enchanting in appearance, clad in sheer gauze, their every gesture exuding a Soul-captivating charm.

The illusion they conjured took the form of pink mist, rapidly permeating the battlefield for thousands of miles.

Wherever the pink mist shrouded, the pupils of countless weak-willed Daluo Heaven garrison troops instantly became unfocused.

They saw the scenes they desired most in their hearts—some saw themselves succeeding in their Cultivate and experiencing Ascension to the Immortal Realm.

Some saw their deceased beloved return to life, reaching out their hands toward them.

Some saw mountains of Cultivate resources, ready for the taking.

"Wife... Wife, you didn't die..."

A Void Immortal Early Stage garrison general's spirit completely collapsed; he saw his Dao Companion, who had died in the Heavenly Tribulation a century ago, walking toward him with a smile.

He opened his arms to embrace her, but grasped only empty air.

The illusion instantly twisted; his Dao Companion's face became ferocious, accusing him of failing to save her.

The general's eyes turned blood-red, his reason completely swallowed.

"Kill! Kill you all! It was all of you who killed her!"

He roared madly, his Immortal Artifact sword slashing indiscriminately at friend and foe alike, treating his comrades as the enemies who had killed his Dao Companion.

A flash of sword light later, three unsuspecting Mahayana Stage Cultivators were cut in half at the waist.

The surrounding garrison troops were shocked and retreated, but more were consumed by the illusion, falling into a Hell of mutual slaughter.

The Heaven Demon female Cultivators saw this and let out laughter like silver bells; the sound was crisp and pleasant, yet it carried a malice more chilling than the screams of vengeful ghosts.

They continued to fuel the illusion, dragging more and more garrison troops into madness, causing these comrades who had once fought side by side to exhaust their last shred of life in mutual slaughter.

The defense line had completely collapsed, and the Imperial Pass garrison troops were nearly wiped out; the remaining remnants numbered fewer than a thousand, all of them wounded, retreating to defend a ruined altar as they made their final stand like cornered beasts.

Their eyes were filled with despair, yet they still gripped their weapons tightly; not a single one chose to surrender or flee.

The exotic army poured in like a tide; a dense mass of warships, giant beasts, and Cultivators formed a destructive torrent capable of crushing everything in its path.

"Daluo Heaven is nothing more than this."

On the largest Asura main ship, a Golden Immortal Early Stage Asura commander with knotted muscles sneered.

He stood ten zhang tall, his skin was dark gold, and he possessed three vertical eyes on his forehead.

With his arms crossed over his chest, thick, blood-colored chains were wrapped around his brawny limbs; each chain was attached to a ferocious skull, whose eye sockets burned with faint ghostly fire.

His name was Moluohou, one of the commanders of the Asura tribe's expedition.

His gaze swept over the ruins of the Imperial Pass, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.

"Pass the order: the entire army is to accelerate its advance. Within three days, I want to reach the heart of Daluo Heaven and uproot their Immortal King lineage!"

"Understood!"

His subordinate commanders responded in unison, their eyes burning with greedy flames.

They had long heard of Daluo Heaven's richness; countless Heaven And Earth Treasure, immortal mountains, blessed lands, and top-grade Cauldron would all soon be theirs for the taking.

Just as the exotic army prepared to drive straight into the heart of Daluo Heaven—

"Zheng—!"

A heaven-shaking sword cry that shattered the galaxy suddenly erupted from behind Daluo Heaven.

This sword cry contained both extreme destruction and Immortal Golden Nature; these two diametrically opposed forces blended perfectly, transforming into a visible ring of golden sound waves that rippled outward.

Wherever the sound waves passed, the Void Realm shattered inch by inch, and the dark purple demonic mist permeating the battlefield melted and dissipated rapidly, like snow under the scorching sun.

The Cultivators on both sides of the fray felt a violent tremor deep within their Souls.

The sword cry seemed to strike directly at their Primordial Spirit; those with weaker cultivation bled from their seven orifices on the spot, collapsing to the ground while clutching their heads and screaming.

Even the Profound Immortal-level powerhouses felt a sharp pain in their Primordial Spirit and were forced to halt, gazing in horror toward the direction from which the sword cry originated.

"Boom!"

Immediately after, a colossal purple-gold warship smashed through the rolling dark purple demonic mist ahead with an incredibly brutal momentum.

The Styx demonic mist, capable of corroding even an Immortal Artifact, was like fragile paper before the purple-gold light radiating from the warship, easily torn to shreds.

The other shore immortal boat!

The warship was ten thousand zhang long, forged entirely from an unknown purple-gold divine material. Its hull was inscribed with dense patterns of Immortal Dao Laws, each one autonomously consuming Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi and emitting energy fluctuations.

A "Qingyun" banner hung high from the bow, snapping loudly in the wind. The two characters "Qingyun," embroidered in gold thread, seemed to contain the ultimate truths of the Sword Dao in every stroke, making it impossible to look directly at them.

The warship halted above the ruins of the Imperial Pass, radiating the suffocating pressure of a Low Grade Immortal Artifact.

The pressure surged outward in all directions like a tangible tide.

Within the exotic army, countless low-ranking soldiers and war beasts were forced to the ground by this pressure, their bones creaking under the unbearable strain.

"It's reinforcements!"

When the surviving garrison Cultivators saw the "Qingyun" banner fluttering in the wind, their eyes erupted with ecstatic light. An old general, covered in blood, laughed up to the heavens until tears streamed down his face.

"Qingyun Dao Sect! It's the Qingyun Dao Sect! Sect Master Lu has come! We are saved!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling, yet filled with the excitement of having survived a catastrophe.

The eyes of the surrounding remnants reddened, and their fighting spirit, which had been nearly extinguished, was rekindled.

They gripped their weapons tightly, staring fixedly at the purple-gold warship, like drowning men clutching at the last straw of hope.

At this moment, Lu Yuan stood at the bow of the ship, clad in a purple-gold war robe, his hands clasped behind his back.

The purple-gold cloud patterns embroidered on his robe flowed with shimmering light in the Void Realm, setting him off like a Heavenly God stepping forth from the primordial era.

Beside him, Yaochi Holy Mother, Ji Yaoguang, Su Yueli, Lu Xueyao, and other confidantes, along with the elite army of the Qingyun Dao Sect, stood like Heavenly God descending to earth, radiating intense Killing Intent.

The Qingyun Dao Sect had mobilized nearly its entire force; thirty-six thousand elite Disciples at or above the Great Ascension Stage stood in formation. Among them were three thousand Disciples of the Void Immortal Realm and dozens of Elders of the Profound Immortal Realm, each wearing the Qingyun Dao Sect's specially crafted Qingyun Immortal Armor and wielding an Immortal Artifact.