641: Chapter 641 The Immortal Realm Trembles

As the voice fell, the invisible pressure grew even heavier.

Three breaths of time—brief enough to be suffocating.

The first breath: deathly silence. All the leaders' minds were racing with calculations.

The second breath: a commotion gradually arose. A few leaders of forces who were already heavily exploited and possessed decent strength had a flash of resolve in their eyes.

They quietly moved their warships backward, prepared to gamble for freedom, but for most, fear and hesitation were intertwined on their faces.

The third breath: time was up.

"My Sky Flame Sect is willing to lead the entire Sect to submit, never to rebel for all eternity, and to abide by the laws!"

The leader of a mid-sized force, who was closest and had been most ruthlessly exploited by the Myriad Immortals Sect, was the first to grit his teeth. He stepped forward, bowed down, and swore a Heavenly Dao oath without hesitation.

He was afraid, but he also wanted to gamble on gaining the merit of being an early follower under the new order.

With someone leading the way, the situation instantly became clear.

"Black Water Sect is willing to submit!"

"Wind Thunder Pavilion is willing to submit!"

"Seven Star Island is willing to submit!"

...

Whoosh—over eighty percent of the leaders, under the immense pressure of survival and fear of an unknown powerhouse, chose to submit immediately.

Beams of light from the Heavenly Dao oaths lit up in the Void Realm, forming a subtle connection with the Soaring Heavens Main Peak where Ji Mie stood.

Only the two or three forces that had initially moved back quietly were now frozen in place, unable to either leave or stay.

They wanted to break away, but would declaring their departure first under everyone's watchful eyes provoke the new master?

Ji Mie's gaze indifferently swept over those hesitating forces. He didn't lash out immediately, but the invisible pressure made those leaders break into a cold sweat.

Finally, one of the leaders couldn't withstand the pressure and knelt down with a thud from a distance: "Scarlet Chain Mountain... is also willing to submit!"

Seeing this, the last bit of wishful thinking in the other two disappeared completely. They hurriedly followed suit, swearing their oaths and choosing to submit.

Only after all the forces had sworn their oaths did Ji Mie speak again, his voice devoid of any emotion:

"Since you have submitted, perform your respective duties, clear the battlefield, and rebuild the Myriad Immortals Sect.

In the future, the Myriad Immortals Sect will no longer be an evil Sect that oppresses all living beings. However, if anyone dares to betray us, their fate will be the same as today's Myriad Immortals Sect."

"Yes!" The various vassal forces responded in unison and quickly began clearing the battlefield and rebuilding the Sect.

The surviving ordinary Disciples also knelt one after another, willing to submit to Ji Mie, only seeking to save their lives.

Ji Mie nodded and incorporated them into the Sect, placing them under the leadership of the few remaining Elders.

As the sun set, the golden afterglow spilled over the rebuilt Myriad Immortals Sect.

The former hypocritical Holy Land now had a new master.

Ji Mie stood atop the Soaring Heavens Main Peak, ink-colored Dao Rhyme flowing around him like a judge in the darkness, holding the power of life and death over this continent.

Soon, this earth-shaking upheaval—the destruction of the old overlord "Myriad Immortals Sect," the suspected fall of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor, the intervention of an unknown terrifying powerhouse, and the change of ownership of the Myriad Immortals Sect...

...its aftershocks spread wildly like a storm in all directions across this vast cluster of Immortal Realm fragments.

"The Myriad Immortals Sect... was destroyed? Almost all the high-level members are dead? Their Quasi-Immortal Emperor Old Ancestor was slapped into the ground, his fate unknown?"

"How is that possible?! The Myriad Immortals Sect had three Peak Immortal Venerables and one Quasi-Immortal Emperor Old Ancestor, not to mention their ancient Sect-protecting array!"

"The information is solid! More than one vassal force saw it with their own eyes, and there's even recorded footage as proof! It's suspected that only three people took action..."

"No, strictly speaking, only two truly acted! That person in white... their depth is completely unfathomable!"

Panic, suspicion, shock, greed, restlessness...

Countless hidden Divine Thoughts intertwined in the Void Realm, and numerous spies were dispatched toward the Ten Thousand Immortals Continent.

The destruction of the Myriad Immortals Sect stirred up a massive tsunami in the already turbulent broken Immortal Realm.

Its influence radiated at an alarming speed, altering the power structure and balance that had persisted in this cluster of Immortal Realm fragments for millions of years.

The first to be affected was the Myriad Manifestations Dao Sect.

Inside the Sect's main hall, the atmosphere was so heavy it was nearly suffocating.

Profound Truth Master sat cross-legged on a prayer mat, his Daoist robes still tattered, his face as pale as paper, his aura fluctuating—his cultivation had shockingly dropped to the Early Stage of Immortal Venerable.

His body trembled uncontrollably, a lingering look of terror in his eyes.

He was struggling to describe to the seated Elders the terror brought by that white-clothed figure in the Chaos, a terror that nearly shattered his Dao Heart.

"A single thought made us feel as if we were trapped in an eternal quagmire... Venerable Xuan Ming's cultivation was casually crippled..."

Just then, a duty Elder rushed into the hall in a panic, reporting with a trembling voice:

"We just received the most urgent news: the Myriad Immortals Sect has been destroyed! All the high-level members are dead, and it's suspected that their Quasi-Immortal Emperor Old Ancestor has also fallen!"

"What did you say? The Myriad Immortals Sect was destroyed?!"

Profound Truth Master snapped his head up, staring intently at the reporting Elder. His voice carried an imperceptible tremor, and his face instantly turned deathly pale, devoid of any color.

Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.

An established overlord on the same level as the Myriad Manifestations Dao Sect had been wiped out so easily.

Those hot-tempered Immortal Venerable Elders, who had been filled with righteous indignation and clamored for a thorough investigation upon hearing of Profound Truth Master's severe injuries...

...were now completely silenced. Their faces turned from flushed to pale, then to grey, as they stood frozen. Their eyes held only unbelievable shock and deep-seated fear.

They instantly understood where Profound Truth Master's irrepressible fear came from, and they also realized what a massive stroke of luck it was that he had returned alive!

"Pass down my orders."

The Myriad Manifestations Old Ancestor closed his eyes and spoke in a low voice, his tone solemn to the extreme.

"Immediately select the Sect's treasures and dispatch direct Disciples with generous gifts to the Ten Thousand Immortals Continent to show our goodwill. In the future, our Myriad Manifestations Dao Sect shall not interfere in the affairs of the Myriad Immortals Sect, let alone become their enemy!"

No one objected; everyone silently accepted the decision. In the face of such absolute, crushing power, any resistance seemed feeble and futile.

Meanwhile, deep within the Blood Demon Abyss.

The Blood Demon Old Ancestor had just awakened three sleeping Peak Immortal Venerables when he received the news of the Blood Pupil Demon Lord's fall.

"Pfft—!"

A mouthful of essence blood sprayed from the Blood Demon Old Ancestor's mouth, staining the blood-jade throne before him red.

Blood-red light surged around him as a terrifying pressure swept through the entire Blood Demon Abyss. Countless low-level demons trembled in fear, prostrating themselves on the ground.

"Who exactly is it!" The Blood Demon Old Ancestor gritted his teeth, his voice filled with endless rage and killing intent.

"This ancestor will surely grind your bones to ashes and scatter them to avenge my Tong'er!"

A Peak Immortal Venerable beside him quickly advised, "Old Ancestor, please calm your anger! That person could slay a Quasi-Immortal Emperor; their strength is unfathomable. It is not wise for us to deploy troops rashly.

The Gui Xu Sect has also suffered heavy losses. It would be better to first strengthen the defenses of the Blood Demon Abyss, then contact the Gui Xu Sect and other forces to wait for an opportunity."

The Blood Demon Old Ancestor glared at him, killing intent churning in his eyes, but he also understood that what the other said was true.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed his anger, and said in a low voice, "Pass down the order: keep a close eye on the Ten Thousand Immortals Continent!"