511: Chapter 512 Descending upon the Immortal Sect! A single punch shatters the Canglan Mountain Gate!

In the deep, dark Void Realm of the Universe, a massive black warship, like a behemoth of steel, was traveling forward at a speed exceeding that of light.

Inside the warship, the spacious and grand private lounge was as warm as spring, emitting a pleasant, faint fragrance of ice lotus.

Su Yang lay casually on a soft animal-hide lounge chair, his hands clasped behind his head, his expression extremely leisurely.

Beside him, Luo Qingyao was kneeling on the floor. Today, she was wearing only a thin, pink silk nightdress. Because she was so close, the hem of her dress had ridden up, revealing a pair of snow-white, slender legs that gleamed with an alluring, warm luster under the soft lighting.

Luo Qingyao reached out with her warm, smooth, and delicate hands, gently massaging Su Yang's thighs, her watery peach-blossom eyes filled with docility and attachment. Because her body was leaning forward, her loose neckline had opened slightly, revealing vast expanses of fair, plump, and tender skin that rose and fell with her breathing, displaying astonishing elasticity.

On the other side of the lounge chair, Commander Lin Wanyue was wearing a tight-fitting, light blue soft armor that perfectly outlined her tall, curvaceous, and mature figure. She stood straight, using her palms—which were slightly cool but very soft—to massage Su Yang's shoulders with moderate force.

Due to the extreme proximity, the fullness of Commander Lin Wanyue's chest inevitably rubbed against Su Yang's shoulders and back. With every knead, that astonishing warmth and softness made Su Yang feel incredibly gratified.

"Master, in another half an hour, we will enter the core Star Domain of the Canglan Immortal Sect." Commander Lin Wanyue's voice was soft, her warm fragrance blowing against Su Yang's ear.

Su Yang closed his eyes, enjoying the personal service of the two beauties, and reached out to gently pinch Luo Qingyao's delicate cheek, which felt incredibly soft and warm.

"Mm… Master, does it feel good?" Luo Qingyao bit her red lips, her pretty face flushing slightly, as her body instinctively pressed further into Su Yang's embrace.

"Not bad," Su Yang said indifferently.

Just as the three of them were sharing this intimate moment,

The door opened gently, and Bai Li, wearing a purple dress and lightly waving a white jade round fan, walked in slowly. Her mature and charming purple eyes swept across the scene on the lounge chair, a playful smile appearing in them.

"Su Yang, your life is becoming more and more like that of a local despot. However, the spatial fluctuations outside have changed; we have arrived."

Hearing about business, Su Yang patted the back of Luo Qingyao's smooth hand, signaling her to stop.

Luo Qingyao and Commander Lin Wanyue hurriedly stood up straight. Commander Lin Wanyue shyly tugged at her clothes, a lingering flush still visible on her face.

Su Yang stood up, hands in his casual trouser pockets, and walked into the main control hall.

On the massive holographic screen, the scene of the starry sky outside was already displayed.

In the starry sky ahead, an unimaginably massive, super-floating continent was suspended. The continent was surrounded by colorful ribbons of Spiritual Qi. In the center of the continent, countless towering immortal mountains emitting immortal light rose from the ground; cranes danced, and magnificent palaces appeared faintly in the clouds and mist.

On the periphery of this land, nine massive Formation light screens, composed of countless golden runes, layered one upon another, tightly locked the entire continent inside.

This was the headquarters of the Canglan Immortal Sect, the behemoth that had ruled this Star Domain for hundreds of thousands of years.

In front of the outermost golden light screen, over a hundred white Sect warships, each ten thousand zhang long, were lined up in a row. These warships all flew flags with the word "Canglan" on a white background with gold edges, exuding an incomparably heavy pressure.

Before the demon-slaughtering starship could even get close, below the golden light screen, an old man wearing white Daoist robes with a head of silver hair flew into mid-air on a Flying Sword. The old man's face was aged, and his body radiated the violent mana of the Peak Late Stage of the Dao Integration Realm, his eyes filled with an air of superior arrogance.

He was the Grand Elder of the Outer Sect of the Canglan Immortal Sect, Immortal Master Lingxiao.

"Warship below, halt! This is the Holy Land of the Canglan Immortal Sect!"

Immortal Master Lingxiao's voice, driven by mana, boomed like thunder in the vacuum.

"Are you that human native, Su Yang, who killed our Inner Sect Disciple Chen Feng in the Lower Realm and smashed the projection of Elder Kurong?!"

Immortal Master Lingxiao stared fixedly at the large black-gold starship, his eyes filled with coldness and contempt.

"A mere ant at the Soul Transformation Stage, relying on some stolen Magic Treasures, dares to come and show off in my Immortal Sect! Today is the Sect Master's birthday, and this Elder does not wish to see blood. If you are sensible, kneel immediately, hand over the warship and all the women on board, and this Elder can decide to leave your corpse intact!"

Hearing the clamor outside, Luo Qingyao's pretty face turned pale with anger.

Commander Lin Wanyue's beautiful eyes also turned cold, her fingers trembling as she pressed against the long blade at her waist.

Su Yang stood before the transparent porthole, tilting his head slightly to look at the silver-haired old man outside, his expression calm, not even blinking an eyelid.

"I thought the mighty figures of the Canglan Immortal Sect had some heaven-reaching means, but it turns out the one sent out to bark is still just a brainless watchdog."

Su Yang said indifferently.

He turned his head to look at Lei Kuang nearby.

"Don't move the main cannon. I will smash this broken gate myself."

As the words fell,

Su Yang's figure flickered, and he passed directly through the warship's energy shield, appearing out of thin air in the cold, dead Void Realm.

With his hands in his casual trouser pockets, Su Yang stepped through the air, walking slowly toward those nine golden Formation light screens that covered the sky and blocked the sun.

Seeing Su Yang actually walk out of the warship alone, Immortal Master Lingxiao couldn't help but laugh out loud mockingly.

"Ignorant and stupid native! This Nine-Layer Mountain-Protecting Formation was personally set up by our Sect's first-generation Old Ancestor and incorporates the power of nine high-grade Spiritual Veins! Even if ten mighty figures at the Peak Late Stage of the Dao Integration Realm joined forces to bombard it for days and nights, they wouldn't be able to damage the Formation in the slightest! You actually want to break the Formation with your Physical Body? You're making this Elder laugh to death!"

The Cultivators on the surrounding hundred-plus Sect warships also followed with a burst of unbridled mocking laughter.

Su Yang walked to a point ten meters in front of the golden Formation light screen. In front of the ten-thousand-zhang-high golden Formation wall, his thin figure appeared incomparably small.

"A Nine-Layer Mountain-Protecting Formation? In my eyes, it's no different from a thin sheet of paper."

Su Yang's expression turned cold, and he slowly pulled his right hand out of his casual trouser pocket.

Hum! The black and silver star river mother gold gauntlet worn on his right hand lit up instantly at this moment. The star river light points flowing on the surface flared brightly, golden blood boiled in his veins, and the extremely rigid and masculine Pure Yang True Fire instantly spewed out from his pores. Under the ten-fold power amplification of the gauntlet, the golden flames condensed into an incomparably dazzling dark golden sun on his fist.

Instead of retreating, Su Yang advanced, stomping his right leg fiercely into the Void Realm. Bang! A circle of white spatial air waves exploded in the Void Realm. Su Yang turned into a golden meteorite soaring against the sky, instantly breaking through the limitations of space, and smashed his fist heavily onto the outermost golden light screen.

"Shatter for me!"

Rumble! A heaven-shattering, earth-splitting roar erupted in space. Under the terrified and desperate gaze of Immortal Master Lingxiao and hundreds of thousands of Sect Cultivators, the instant Su Yang's small fist struck the light screen, the high temperature of the golden Pure Yang True Fire directly burned the outermost Formation runes into scrap metal, and the supreme power of the star river mother gold tore through the Formation wall without any obstruction.

The first layer of the Formation, shattered!

Immediately after, the dark golden fist radiance, its remaining power undiminished, turned into a roaring golden thunder dragon, rampaging wildly in the gaps of the Formation wall.

Crack! Crack! Crack! The continuous, crisp sound of shattering echoed throughout the entire starry sky.

The second layer, the third layer, the fourth layer... until the very last layer of the golden light screen!

The Canglan Sect's strongest mountain-protecting Formation, which was said to be difficult for even a True Immortal to force their way through, didn't even last a second under Su Yang's incomparably domineering punch. It was as fragile as a paper mirror, shattering instantly and turning into a sky full of golden light rain that scattered across the starry sky.

The backlash power from the Formation's collapse turned into a sky-filling gale. The hundred-plus white warships on the periphery swayed unsteadily under the impact, and many low-level Cultivators vomited large mouthfuls of blood on the spot, collapsing onto the decks with pale faces.

One punch, nine Formations completely destroyed!

Immortal Master Lingxiao stood on his Flying Sword, stunned like a wooden chicken. Cold sweat streamed wildly down his cheeks from his forehead, his old eyes were almost bulging out of their sockets, and his mind was a blank slate.

This power had completely surpassed his understanding of a Cultivator at the Soul Transformation Stage!

Before he could react from his terror, Su Yang's figure, like a ghost, abruptly crossed a distance of ten thousand meters and appeared directly in front of him, within arm's reach.

That delicate, handsome, yet calm face was right in front of him.

"Now, it's your turn."

Su Yang's right hand turned into a claw shape, with blinding dark golden flames condensing on it, and he struck lightning-fast toward Immortal Master Lingxiao's neck.