637: Chapter 637 The Ancestor of Ten Thousand Immortals

The ink-colored long sword in Ji Mie's hand grew increasingly solid. With every slash, it no longer just annihilated energy but seemed to sever the very Foundation of "existence."

The Soul fire of Immortal Venerable Hun Deng was actually being suppressed and devoured by the deeper "Finality" intent within his Sword Intent!

"Their auras are still getting stronger?!"

Immortal Venerable Qing Mu grew more alarmed as the battle progressed; as the one presiding over the Formation, his perception was the clearest.

That black Dragon and the black-robed man seemed to have no limits, constantly achieving a Breakthrough in their own boundaries during the battle!

"We can't delay any longer! Use our full strength, Immortal-Slaying Sword Talisman!"

Immortal Venerable Qing Mu shouted sternly. He exchanged looks with Ba Ti and Hun Deng, and the three of them simultaneously spat out a mouthful of essence blood containing their Origin.

It converged in the air into a complex blood-colored sigil. A terrifying, murderous Sword Intent that transcended the Immortal Venerable level awakened from within the sigil!

However, at the very moment this blood-colored sigil was about to take its final shape—

Ji Mie, who had been drifting like a phantom primarily dealing with the Soul fire and the Formation's restraints, flashed a dark light in his eyes.

In the next instant, his figure seemed to merge into the shadows, vanishing from his spot into thin air.

When he reappeared, it was as if he had teleported, sticking close behind Vice Sect Master Ling Yun, who was exerting her full strength to maintain the Formation and was relatively the weakest in cultivation.

Vice Sect Master Ling Yun turned her head in horror, only to see a pair of pitch-black eyes so calm they could freeze the Soul, and a palm swirling with the Dao Rhyme of the end, lightly striking toward the center of her back.

"Watch out!!" Sect Master Ling Xiao's eyes nearly split from rage as he roared hoarsely, wanting to come to the rescue, but it was already too late.

Ji Mie's palm seemed slow, but in reality, it was faster than thought, imprinting itself onto Vice Sect Master Ling Yun's back.

There was no loud bang, only a faint "pop," like the sound of something breaking.

The protective immortal light around Vice Sect Master Ling Yun, her defensive Immortal Artifacts, and even her Ling Yun Dao Body, which she had Cultivated for hundreds of thousands of years...

At the moment they touched that palm, they melted away silently like ice and snow under the sun.

Her delicate body trembled, her beautiful eyes widening. Reflected in her pupils were Ji Mie's indifferent face and the rapidly spreading, boundless darkness.

Then, her aura was instantly extinguished like a blown-out candle.

The Middle Stage Immortal Venerable Vice Sect Master, Immortal Venerable Ling Yun—had fallen.

Killed in a single strike by Ji Mie.

Clean and efficient, like harvesting wheat.

"Ling Yun!!!" Sect Master Ling Xiao let out a heart-wrenching, sorrowful roar, nearly driven to madness.

The three Grand Elders—Qing Mu, Ba Ti, and Hun Deng—were also deeply shaken. The rhythm for activating the Immortal-Slaying Sword Talisman was interrupted, and the Formation became slightly unstable.

And Xiao Bai seized this fleeting opening.

His hundred-zhang Dragon body erupted with an unprecedented black light. His Dragon claws expanded, carrying a violent will to shatter everything as they slammed heavily into the defense hastily set up by Grand Elder Xing Yu, whose mind was in disarray due to Ling Yun's death.

"Crack! Pfft—!"

The defense shattered like paper.

Grand Elder Xing Yu's chest visibly caved in, and blood mixed with visceral fragments sprayed out.

His entire body smashed into the ground below like a meteorite, creating a deep pit. His breath was faint; though he didn't die immediately, he had completely lost his combat capability.

Immediately after, the Dragon's tail, like a primordial divine whip, swept through the ranks, striking Sect Master Ling Xiao, who had exposed a weakness due to the unstable Formation.

"Bang!"

Sect Master Ling Xiao felt as if he had been hit by a star. Several of his protective Immortal Treasures shattered one after another as he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying, slamming violently into the remaining mountain and becoming embedded within it, unconscious and gravely injured.

In an instant, three of the six were gone! One fallen, two heavily injured and out of the fight!

Only the three deeply shaken Grand Elders remained, along with Xiao Bai and Ji Mie, whose ferocity was even greater and whose auras were still climbing!

"How can this be..." The flame in the ancient lamp in Immortal Venerable Hun Deng's hand flickered uncertainly, his voice dry.

The hand of Immortal Venerable Ba Ti holding the Heaven-Shaking Hammer had veins bulging, but the original madness in his eyes was gone, replaced only by deep shock and fear.

Immortal Venerable Qing Mu's face was as pale as paper as he watched the overwhelmingly powerful Xiao Bai and Ji Mie approach step by step.

He looked down at the Sect, littered with dead and injured. A bone-chilling coldness finally submerged his Dao Heart, which had been as immovable as a mountain for millions of years.

It was over.

With three Grand Elders and top-tier Immortal Artifacts, they might still be able to hold them off, but winning... was already impossible.

The strangeness of the opponents growing stronger as they fought and the horror of the black-robed man killing Ling Yun in a single strike were beyond their understanding.

Flee? The Sect's Foundation was here, and the Old Ancestor was still present; how could they flee?

Just as Immortal Venerable Qing Mu was struggling with an internal conflict, a mix of despair and indignation—

"Sigh..."

A sigh, as if it had traveled through endless time and space and carried eternal vicissitudes, echoed faintly from the deepest part of the Myriad Immortals Sect's core, from within the Chaos Mysterious Coffin sealed by countless layers of ancient Restrictions.

The sigh was very soft.

Yet it echoed clearly in the ears of every living being on the Ten Thousand Immortals Continent, in the chaotic battlefield, and in the shattered Void Realm.

An indescribable, incomprehensible, and vast pressure that transcended the Immortal Venerable level, like a slumbering prehistoric beast fully awakening, slowly enveloped hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

Under this pressure, the heavily injured Sect Master Ling Xiao and the others stopped groaning, the dazed Disciples stopped trembling, and even the violent, turbulent Spiritual Qi became docile.

At the peak of the firmament, auspicious clouds formed naturally, golden lotuses surged from the ground, the phantom of an Immortal Phoenix cried out, and endless Dao laws manifested, weaving into a brilliant staircase of light that descended from the Nine Heavens.

A hunched, small figure of an old man dressed in coarse linen, with his hands behind his back, slowly walked down the staircase of light step by step.

He walked very slowly, like an ordinary old man taking a stroll after a meal.

But with every step he took, the entire Ten Thousand Immortals Continent trembled slightly in resonance with the Great Dao.

There were no powerful energy fluctuations around him, but everyone who saw him—whether an Immortal Venerable or a Mortal—couldn't help but feel an urge to prostrate themselves in worship and offer everything they had.

The Myriad Immortals Sect's final trump card, the stabilizing force that had slept for untold millions of years, the cornerstone that truly established the Myriad Immortals Sect's supreme status—

Quasi-Immortal Emperor, Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor, finally stepped out of his long-sealed coffin at this moment and descended upon the world.

He walked to the Void Realm level with Xiao Bai and Ji Mie, stopped his pace, and raised those cloudy eyes that seemed to see through all of eternity, calmly looking at the two of them.

That gaze was like that of a supreme deity looking down at two slightly stronger ants.

"How many years has it been..." the Myriad Immortals Old Ancestor spoke, his voice raspy yet carrying a strange rhythm, each word triggering a resonance with the Great Dao.

"So long that this old man has almost forgotten the passage of time. I didn't expect to be awakened by two little bugs today."

His gaze swept over the ruins below, over the dead and injured descendants, and finally refocused on Xiao Bai and Ji Mie.

Deep within that calm gaze, a trace of extremely faint indifference flashed, as if he were looking at dead objects.

"Late Stage Immortal Venerable... to reach this level is not easy."

He said indifferently, as if stating a fact that had nothing to do with him.

"Unfortunately, you shouldn't have come here, and even more so, you shouldn't have harmed my Disciples or destroyed my dojo."

"Below the Quasi-Immortal Emperor level, all are but ants. You may have heard this saying, but today, this old man will let you experience for yourselves what a true chasm is!"

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