173: A massive army is pressing in.

[Ding!]

[sect prestige points increased by five million!]

[Current sect prestige points: 18,535,647 points.]

"Hoo! Not bad!"

In the Wending Sect, Lin Chen's eyebrows twitched, his mood pleasant.

This sudden huge influx of wealth was self-evident—

It must be the result of Venerable Duobao 'working' in the Lanxiao Continent.

Almost simultaneously, a message from Yu Xuanji also arrived, concisely and clearly reporting the news that Venerable Duobao had 'visited' the Meng Family, and that the Meng Family had been completely removed from the Lanxiao Continent, including the Meng Family's hostility towards the Wending Sect and Meng Tianzheng's final madness.

"The Meng Family..."

Lin Chen tapped his fingertips on the armrest, his eyes showing no ripples: "It's better that they are destroyed. Keeping them would have eventually been a disaster."

He was not surprised by this outcome.

When a Peak True Immortal attacks with full power, destroying an immortal clan whose strongest member was only at the Late Stage True Immortal level and completely unprepared, there would indeed be no suspense.

The demise of the Meng Family was less a retaliation from the Wending Sect and more a consequence of them choosing the wrong path.

A few days later.

Above the Canglan Continent.

Immortal Ships, massive as mountains, rolled in like dense black clouds.

Surrounding the Immortal Ships were countless streaks of Cultivator light, dense as a swarm of locusts, so numerous they almost obscured half the sky.

"Woo—!"

The sound of a horn echoed.

The apocalyptic scene shocked every living being on the Canglan Continent.

"My heavens! Have the Five Great Powers emptied their entire treasury? Such a mobilization!"

"More than just the Five Great Powers! Didn't you see those banners? Almost every Sect on the Yuxian Continent that amounts to anything is here! This is meant to decide the victor in one battle!"

"The Wending Sect is likely doomed this time! Five True Immortals leading, countless Heavenly Immortals and Earth Immortals—such power is enough to sweep across a continent! Which Sect can resist them alone?"

"Not necessarily! The Wending Sect is mysterious and unfathomable. Fairy Li Meng is a True Immortal, and didn't we see an anomaly of a True Immortal descending before? It's still unknown who will win!"

"I think it will mostly end in mutual destruction... Regardless of the outcome, after this battle, the structure of the Qinggu Heaven Domain that has been maintained for countless years is likely to be completely reshuffled!"

"..."

Amidst the discussions, panic and anticipation intertwined.

Everyone knew that an earth-shattering war, one that would be recorded in the annals of the Qinggu Heaven Domain, was about to erupt.

Meanwhile, the Qingyang Sect.

Sect Master Xuan Wuji stood alone on the mountain peak, gazing toward the direction of the Endless Wasteland.

Even though they were extremely far apart, that destructive sense of oppression still hung over his heart like a dark cloud.

He clenched his hands into fists, his handsome face filled with struggle and helplessness.

"Damn it..."

He hissed lowly, his eyes bloodshot.

"My Qingyang Sect... aside from me barely reaching Peak Earth Immortal, the strongest in the Sect is only at Middle Stage Earth Immortal..."

Xuan Wuji closed his eyes in pain.

"This level of strength is completely useless for helping!"

"Even if I went, it would just be sending myself to death..."

A feeling of powerlessness gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

He hated his low cultivation, hated his weakness.

"Why! Why is my cultivation advancing so slowly!"

He suddenly smashed his fist into the thousand-year-old pine tree beside him, and the trunk shattered instantly.

"This is the moment Senior needs assistance the most, yet I can only watch here like a useless person!"

"Why!!"

The intense emotional fluctuation stirred something stagnant deep within his Soul.

Suddenly, a familiar, sharp pain, as if trying to split his skull, struck without warning!

"Ugh—!"

Xuan Wuji grunted, stumbled, and knelt on one knee, clutching his head tightly with both hands.

Countless fragmented images flashed wildly in his mind—

Immortal Palaces and Divine Halls of unimaginable grandeur, a devastating battle where stars perished, a vague yet supremely majestic figure, and a sigh that seemed to traverse epochs... This headache this time was more intense than any previous one, and the memory fragments brought were more numerous and shocking.

"My head... it's starting to hurt again..."

He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat instantly soaking his robes.

Amidst the almost dizzying pain, the Seal cracked slightly more, and a small stream of power broke free from its depths... Above the Canglan Continent, black clouds hung low, and killing intent lurked everywhere.

The majestic Immortal Ships carrying the allied forces of the Five Great Powers, resembling floating war fortresses, moved menacingly toward the Wending Sect.

"Hahahaha... The people of the Wending Sect are nothing much!"

"I thought they were some remarkable force, but it seems we overestimated them!"

"We have already arrived at their doorstep, yet they don't even dare to show their faces. Are they planning to hide like turtles?"

The Old Ancestor of the Blood Saber Gate, Furious Bloody Saber, let out a triumphant laugh.

"Do not be careless."

Old Ghost Han's voice remained cautious as his cloudy old eyes swept around; he felt a faint sense of unease in his heart.

It was too quiet, unnaturally quiet.

"Right, the Three Great Academies and the Meng Family have shown no movement yet; we must be wary."

Mentioning the Meng Family, Ghost Abyss, the Old Ancestor of the Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave who was shrouded in black robes and exuded a sinister aura, suddenly frowned and spoke in a hoarse voice: "The Meng Family? No need to be wary."

"I just received confirmed news: the Meng Family... has been annihilated, their ancestral land reduced to ruins, and Meng Tianzheng has perished."

"What?!" Upon hearing this, several True Immortal Old Ancestors nearby were all shocked.

"It must have been the Three Great Academies acting in secret!"

The Old Ancestor of the Tiansha Sect, Old Ghost Han, had a cold glint in his eyes: "They want to eliminate the Meng Family first, wait until we and the Wending Sect have suffered heavy losses fighting each other, and then reap the benefits! They've planned this well, completely disregarding us!"

"Once the Wending Sect is wiped out and we obtain the secret arts, I will be the first to turn on them!"

However, before his voice faded, a sudden change occurred!

In the Void Realm ahead, which had been empty, the space rippled like water waves.

Five figures, as if they had existed since antiquity yet appeared out of thin air, stood silently blocking the path of the vast allied army.

Their auras varied—one sharp, one icy, one ethereal, one shimmering with treasure light, one plain and unadorned—yet all carried a heart-palpitation inducing pressure.

"Wending Sect, Li Tiangang."

The gray-robed old man spoke first, his voice flat.

"Wending Sect, Jiang Limeng."

The white-robed Fairy was as cold as the moon.

"Wending Sect, Xu Wenxian."

The old man in the moon-white long robe wore a smile.

"Wending Sect, Venerable Duobao."

The round-faced Daoist smiled broadly, but his eyes swept over the many Immortal Ships of the allied army, as if looking at a collection of moving treasure vaults.

"Wending Sect, Sweeping Monk, Dao Chen."

The old monk in plain clothes placed his palms together, his expression compassionate.

The five spoke in unison, their voices shaking the wilderness: "Following the decree of our Master, we have been waiting here for a long time! We have come specifically to annihilate the invading enemy!"

After a brief, dead silence, roars of laughter and angry curses erupted from the allied army.

"Hahahaha! Ants from the Wending Sect, you finally dare to come out and die!"

"Just the five of you? Perfect, we'll slay you first, then flatten the Wending Sect's lair!"