133: I wish that everyone in the Immortal Sect would be like a dragon!

White Tiger Heaven, White Emperor City in Central Plains.

Thirty-three Heavens, Meng Yun Pavilion.

Bai Linglong had awoken from her dream. Drowsiness was her nature, and even after tens of thousands of years, this nature had never successfully changed.

At this moment, three Demon Emperors stood before her.

They were precisely invited by Saint Wuji to interfere with Bai Linglong.

As for the price of inviting them…

It was naturally the saint relics—Saint God Flesh and Blood!

This was their Saint Race citizens' hard currency!

“Instead of lingering in Xuanwu Heaven, you dare to trespass into my White Tiger Heaven?!”

A massive pressure emanated from her body, and the immense aura of a Mid-stage Great Ascension cultivator instantly swept out!

Being disturbed from her peaceful dream already made her unhappy.

What's more, it was the demonic pawns she deeply detested!

The three Demon Emperors exchanged glances, forming a pincer movement, surrounding Bai Linglong. The aura of Early-stage Great Ascension cultivators also swept across thousands of miles!

“Three Early-stage ones, huh…”

Bai Linglong murmured, a solemn expression flashing across her charming face.

Since White Tiger Heaven had already slain the demonic seeds, the Heaven and Earth Laws had once again become complete.

The demonic forces that invaded the Heavenly Domain without cause would be constantly suppressed by the Great Dao Rules.

Therefore, one must not underestimate the strength of the three Early-stage Great Ascension Demon Emperors!

If the Great Dao suppression were lifted, each of them would at least possess the strength of a Mid-stage Great Ascension cultivator!

Above the Heavenly Domain's firmament, massive energy fluctuations almost swept across the entire Central Plains!

...

Meng Yun's figure suddenly appeared on Ruyi Peak.

The map belonging to the Teleportation Master turned into ashes in his mind.

The Teleportation Master entry was thus damaged.

Everything Meng Yun had done earlier was within the perception of the three Great Ascension cultivators.

However, none of the three Great Ascension cultivators could offer assistance or stop his actions.

Cang Yuan transformed himself into a formation, temporarily sealing Saint Wuji.

Saint Wuxu was severely wounded, almost completely dead.

If not for Three Saints Palace holding the absolute upper hand, they would have probably retreated by now.

At this moment, with several Tribulation Transcending Elders protecting him, he felt completely safe.

The disciples and elders they sent out were all slain by Meng Yun, so they simply let Meng Yun do as he pleased.

However, they were just ordinary disciples, like stray dogs.

Although in their eyes, Meng Yun was just a worm that could be crushed with a flick of a finger.

But his miraculous, instantaneous teleportation method, spanning billions of miles, still deeply shocked the three Great Ascension cultivators.

The Great Ascension Realm was the highest existence in this world.

If Tribulation Transcending cultivators only initially grasped the Heaven and Earth Laws and integrated them into themselves, then Great Ascension cultivators had long been able to thoroughly master the laws they controlled.

Any casual action could long-term change the rules of a region of heaven and earth!

Even so, they had never seen such instantaneous long-distance teleportation before!

Such a feat could perhaps only be successfully performed by an Ascended Immortal Emperor!

“Indeed, no one targeted by the Saint God’s kill order is an ordinary person…”

“This child must not be allowed to live.”

Saint Wuji's body was sealed, but he had already made up his mind.

The day he breaks the seal, he will definitely kill him with thunderous means!

If this child is not eliminated, he will not rest easy!

Meng Yun's gaze swept over the hundreds of disciples present, his heart sinking heavily.

A grand immortal sect, with more than ten thousand cultivators?!

Is this truly all that's left?

Suddenly, he thought of something, abruptly grabbing a disciple from the ground and asking, “Where is Peak Master War Xiao, Hall Master of War Hall?”

“D-dead…”

The disciple's eyes were vacant; even though Meng Yun held him tightly, there was no light in his face.

“…”

Dead, all dead.

Except for the few Peak Masters who went to Xuanwu Heaven and escaped the disaster, all the Tribulation Transcending cultivators of the Immortal Sect sacrificed themselves.

Even disciples in the Combination Realm had few left!

“Eastern Abyss, take them and escape…”

Elder Cang Yuan's weak but relieved voice suddenly came: “When the Sect Master and Ye Qing return, they will surely avenge us…”

Escape?

The Teleportation Master is completely damaged. If they leave the Ruyi Peak formation, there are several Tribulation Transcending cultivators outside, eyeing them like tigers…

Where to escape?

There is only one path now.

That is to wait for the Sect Master to arrive in about half an hour.

Under a twenty-fold battle power boost, Cang Xuanzi, Sect Leader might not even be at a disadvantage when facing Saint Wuji.

But looking at the current situation, this group from Three Saints Palace might not let Meng Yun and the others wait peacefully.

Cang Yuan sealed Saint Wuji by transforming himself into a formation, but he also could no longer take action.

Now that the Immortal Sect's high-level combat power is lost, relying solely on the remaining formation…

You sighed to the sky, summoning the Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Fire.

The only method you could think of was to use the Spirit Food Battle effect to boost your fellow disciples' combat power.

You began to roast meat.

Your hands trembled, and even the usually obedient Heaven and Earth Smelting Furnace Fire almost wouldn't listen.

Five hundred skewers.

“It’s okay.”

One thousand skewers.

“There must be a way.”

Five thousand skewers.

“As long as I can refine a hundred-fold critical hit roasted meat.”

Ten thousand skewers…

“Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!”

“Why isn’t there a single critical hit!!!”

After another batch of roasting, Meng Yun looked at the roasted meat, black as charcoal, and his face finally lost its composure.

He kicked it over, knelt on the ground, clutching his long hair tightly, his face contorted:

“I… I’m really useless…”

“Useless, useless, useless, useless!!!”

“Haha hahahahahaha!!!”

In fact, from the moment he stepped into the Immortal Sect, Meng Yun's heart had begun to panic.

Was Meng Yun afraid of death?

No.

Was Meng Yun afraid of seeing people die?

Naturally, no.

But seeing thousands of fellow disciples tragically die, seeing his proud sect destroyed, dread and anger still inevitably began to fill his soul.

Previously, he was busy putting out fires everywhere and didn't notice it.

Now that he quieted down and refined roasted meat, the signs began to appear.

And then it intensified.

With an unquiet heart, how could he create delicious food that brought hope?

“Peak Master…”

“You… have already done enough.”

“At your age, Peak Master, I hadn’t even embarked on the path of cultivation yet…”

A young cultivator walked up to Meng Yun, picked up a skewer of roasted meat from the ground, casually bit off a piece of black, charcoal-like meat, and chewed it in his mouth:

“Don’t say, it’s quite chewy~”

He was not picky at all, eating a skewer of roasted meat clean in an instant.

Approximately 1.5 times his combat power emanated from his body.

It was better than nothing, but much stronger than having nothing at all!

“Peak Master, even your casually discarded failed products can allow someone like me to reach a higher level of strength…

What are you worrying about?”

The young cultivator smiled gently, his body soaring to the edge of the broken formation, and began to try repairing it with his spiritual power.

Although he was only an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator, a Nascent Soul cultivator also had things they could do at this moment.

After him, countless cultivators came forward, silently picking up a skewer of roasted meat and chewing it heartily.

Their strength surged one after another.

They each bowed to Meng Yun, some hurried to maintain the formation, some helped care for the wounded, and even some slightly stronger ones attempted to attack the enemies outside the formation.

In front of powerful enemies starting from the Combination Realm, everyone's strength was incredibly small.

But thousands of people united as one could also unleash a power not to be underestimated.

“…Heh, you guys, you really are something.”

Meng Yun sniffed, exhaling a deep breath of turbid air.

If the disciples were like this, a dignified Peak Master couldn't be looked down upon!

His trembling hands gradually became steady.

“Kid… go for it.”

Cang Yuan's weak but gratified voice echoed.

His time was also running out.

With the younger generation of the Immortal Sect all like this, even if no one survived today, when the mountain flowers bloomed next year, he could still rest in peace.

May the Immortal Sect, everyone be like dragons.