429: Little Luo Li, you've suffered so much...

A voice filled with mockery and sarcasm drifted through the air: "I thought you wouldn't come..."

"The Ascending Heaven Road still has some time left. Hu Hao, are you all in such a rush to seek death?"

That voice echoed in the air, carrying a leisurely tone; it was precisely the black-robed Elder at the Peak of the Ancient Realm.

Immediately after, another booming and majestic voice resounded through heaven and earth like a great bell: "I have been waiting for you all for a long time!"

A Great Venerable of the Ancient Realm suddenly descended from the sky, holding a large banner. The character "Ji" was inscribed on it in a dragon-flying, phoenix-dancing style. This character was considered taboo in the Immortal Realm, belonging to the Immortal Emperor clan; there was no need to guess his origin.

After he appeared, the originally calm Void Realm was suddenly shattered.

Countless figures, like a flock of birds leaving their nest, rose into the air one after another.

Some of these figures emitted terrifying Immortal light, like deities descending to the Mortal world, while others were shrouded in dense Evil Qi, just like demon gods from Hell.

At the same time, an ancient and powerful Aura permeated from these figures; it was the fluctuation of the Ancient Realm.

Even more astonishingly, above the Immortal Island, a Formation emitting divine radiance bloomed instantly like a giant lotus flower.

This Formation was woven from countless mysterious runes and light. Each rune flickered with strange brilliance, as if it contained the ultimate truths and mysteries of the Universe.

Wherever the Formation covered, the entire Realm was under its control. The boundless Canglan Immortal Prefecture, under the shroud of this Formation, seemed to be wrapped in an invisible protective membrane, completely isolated from the outside world.

The light of the Formation illuminated the entire Canglan Immortal Prefecture, making this vast land appear dreamlike under the radiance, yet it also exuded an unsettling sense of oppression.

Meanwhile, in the distant starry sky, a vast army of the Immortal Realm was slowly descending like a surging torrent.

This army was numerous, like mountains and seas, with a magnificent Aura.

They wore shining iron armor, which gleamed with a cold and hard luster under the starlight, and their Dao swords emitted a cold, blinding light.

The arrival of the Immortal Realm army instantly surrounded the entire sky, filling this originally vast expanse with a murderous atmosphere.

After Xuan Ye saw the arrivals, his expression tightened slightly, and he fell silent.

The sword-bearing Elder revealed a look of unbearable pity and shook his head.

At this moment in the sky.

Under the ever-changing clouds and heavy atmosphere, ripples suddenly spread through the Void Realm, as if a giant stone had violently struck a calm lake surface.

Immediately after, old figures slowly squeezed out as if from the cracks of time, stumbling yet carrying a resolute Aura as they stepped out one by one.

Some of these figures were hunched, their backs bent like an ancient bow, as if bearing the weight and vicissitudes of time;

Some had silver hair like snow draped over their shoulders, swaying gently with the breeze, like snowflakes drifting in winter;

Others had haggard faces with crisscrossing wrinkles, yet within their deep-set eye sockets, their eyes flickered with a firm and unyielding light.

Their appearance instantly broke the silence of the sky, and the originally empty horizon was filled with dense figures in the blink of an eye.

In terms of Realm, there were clouds of experts among them, ranging from the Peak of the Ancient Realm down to the Dao Integration Realm.

These experts from different levels gathered together, numbering no less than a thousand, standing densely across the sky; viewed from afar, they looked like a group of ancient battle souls about to embark on an expedition.

Looking closely, they came from different top forces of the Immortal Realm from the past, each with unique attire and temperament.

Among them were Elders wearing Confucian robes, with exquisite runes and patterns embroidered on them, fluttering gently in the wind, displaying an elegant demeanor.

There were also practitioners wearing Daoist green robes; the green robes were simple and ancient, with faint Eight Trigrams patterns embroidered on the collars and cuffs, dancing with the wind.

And most eye-catching of all were those figures wearing the attire of the Demon Sealing Sect Disciples, which had been the most dazzling in the past.

Their attire was mainly black, embroidered with golden demon sealing runes, shining with a mysterious and majestic light under the sunlight.

"Ancient Dao, holding the thought of sealing the heavens!"

Between heaven and earth, this voice seemed to ring out, shaking the eight wildernesses.

Although their lineup seemed powerful and magnificent, compared to the Immortal Realm army descending like a surging tide, it appeared pale by comparison, lacking far too much.

More importantly, although they were all once prominent figures who stirred up the winds and clouds, they no longer possessed the combat power of their Peak periods.

Their bodies emitted a thick Death Qi, a Death Qi formed by being eroded by the Bitter Sea for many years. This Death Qi carried endless decay and destruction.

Ordinary Immortals would undoubtedly die even if they touched a trace of this Death Qi, yet these people had already resisted it in the Bitter Sea for endless years.

Their bodies had become fragile under the erosion of Death Qi, and their strength was greatly discounted.

But even so, they still stood here firmly.

Leading them were three Elders, thin as firewood and wearing tattered Daoist robes. They stood side by side in the Void Realm, wearing ancient demon sealing robes. These three were different from the others; there was no fluctuation on them at all, like Mortals. They were the former Grand Elders of the Demon Sealing Sect, who had once stepped into the first turn of the Dao Realm. After the battle in the past, their Realm had fallen, but they were still not something the Ancient Realm could contend with.

Although they were surrounded by the Immortal Realm army at this moment and were in a dangerous situation, none of them were afraid!

"Grand Elders of the Demon Sealing Sect, Hu Hao, Qi Zheng, and Qian Wenhu, have come to take Mountain Master Luo home, and incidentally, to destroy the traitors of the Immortal Realm!"

Among this group of old and resolute figures, an Elder with a hunched figure and white hair slowly took a step forward. His face was covered in the gullies of time, and his skin was loose and dull, as if ruthlessly carved by time.

He slowly looked up, his gaze passing through heavy obstacles and landing on Luo Li, who was imprisoned on the Ascending Heaven Road.

The Elder looked at Luo Li, and his eyes, which had been calm for tens of thousands of years, seemed to be stirred by a stone thrown into a lake, instantly rippling with excited emotional fluctuations.

"Little Luo Li, you have suffered..."

Qian Wenhu, standing on the side, saw the Elder's reaction and also cast his gaze toward Luo Li. A smile slowly appeared on his rugged face, yet this smile seemed somewhat stiff.

Qian Wenhu was not good at expressing himself, and that trace of a smile did not stay on his face for long. In the next second, his face twisted instantly, and an incomparably intense anger radiated from him, like a surging volcanic eruption.

Especially when he saw the cold and heavy chains on Luo Li's body, this anger reached its Peak.

His fists were clenched tightly, his knuckles turning white, the veins on his arms bulging like earthworms, and his whole body exuded a chilling Aura.

Qi Zheng was the most conspicuous in the crowd; even though he wore tattered clothes, he could not hide his refined temperament. He had a slender figure and an upright posture, like an ancient pine standing proudly on a mountain Peak.

On the Ascending Heaven Road.

Luo Li's delicate body trembled. After seeing these familiar faces, she finally could not help but shed tears. The various past events in the Sect echoed in her mind; Grand Elder Hu Hao had even taught her in the past...

"Elders, you shouldn't have come..." Luo Li whispered, with a mournful cry. Only she knew that even if she didn't have the classic of mountains and seas, they would have appeared without hesitation...

Hu Hao smiled and said with a touch of detachment: "Little Luo Li, have you forgotten the Sect teachings?"

"If anyone in my Demon Sealing Sect is in trouble, from the Demon Sealing Master down to the Sect Disciples, those who stand idly by shall be expelled by the Ancient Dao!" Luo Li muttered, reciting the oath of the past.

"Do not be sad. The First Dao once said that since Luo Li is a Disciple of my Demon Sealing Sect, no one in this world can bully her anymore!"

"The Elders are coming to save you now!" Hu Hao chuckled and glanced at the enemies in all directions with a look of contempt.

Qi Zheng smiled gently and then said: "We were already supposed to die, dragging out our lives hoping for the Ninth Generation Master to appear. Unfortunately, this breath can no longer be sustained. Rather than being eroded by the Bitter Sea, it is better to fight these scumbags once more..."

Qian Wenhu nodded heavily.

The thousand people behind them, from different former forces of the Immortal Realm, nodded one after another. Their hollow eyes were filled with killing intent, turning somewhat crazy, and the Evil Qi soared to the sky!

"Kill!!!"

However, just at this moment.

Just at this moment, a melodious and solemn Buddhist chant seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space, drifting from the distant horizon: "amitabha, Benefactor Hu, why bother..."