How big a grudge is this?

Hearing Xu Qianfeng's words, not only Xu Songnian but also Lin Feng and Du Hao, who were standing by, were somewhat shocked.

“So, these people won't live much longer?”

Xu Qianfeng slowly nodded: “Indeed. It seems Ling Tian is truly going all out.”

Despite his words, he could understand Ling Tian's choice.

He was going to die whether he fought or not, so if he were in Ling Tian's shoes, he would probably make the same move.

But what he didn't understand was why Ling Tian, after refining these people using the power of the Shangqing Cave Heaven, sent them out of the camp?

Bodies that had been refined would receive greater enhancement within the Cave Heaven. Wouldn't it be more advantageous to lure them into the Cave Heaven and then fight?

After a moment of thought, Xu Qianfeng trembled.

“It’s not that he doesn’t want to, but that he can’t. I’m afraid Ling Tian is currently setting up some Formation within the Cave Heaven, so before he finishes, he can’t let us fight inside the Cave Heaven, lest he be interrupted.”

“He’s fighting to such an extent, his ambition must be great. We cannot let him succeed!”

Thinking of this, Xu Qianfeng let out a low cry and issued an order.

“Everyone, form the Yuhua Breaking Immortal Formation! We must break into the Shangqing Cave Heaven with the fastest speed!”

In fact, if Zhong Qing or his two Disciples were to act, dealing with these people would not be difficult.

However, doing so would naturally ruin Xu Qianfeng and the Yuhua Immortal Sect’s plan to show off in front of Zhong Qing.

Xu Qianfeng understood very well that given the strength of Zhong Qing and his Disciples, apart from his own ability to draw upon the power of the Yuhua Cave Heaven, which might be somewhat useful, everyone else would be of little use.

Therefore, attitude was more important than strength.

You were here to help, not to stand by and cheer.

You might not know how to answer the exam questions, but the sound of you flipping through the papers must be loud.

So Xu Qianfeng did not speak, but decided to use the Yuhua Immortal Sect's own strength to break into the Shangqing Cave Heaven, paving the way for Zhong Qing and others, thus showing sincerity.

Upon hearing this, the strong cultivators of the Yuhua Immortal Sect quickly changed their Formation, with the Grand Elder, the strongest among them, as the vanguard, the Second Elder and the Grand Protector as support, and everyone else following closely, forming a strange yet sharp battle Formation.

The aura of everyone within the entire battle Formation was unified, like a supreme divine sword, whose mere edge was enough to tear apart heaven and earth and pierce through the sky.

Pseudo Immortal Nine Revolutions, each revolution was an insurmountable chasm—this was the common understanding of all cultivators in the Second Heaven.

But at this moment, although the strongest cultivator in the Formation was merely the Grand Elder at the Peak of Eight Revolutions, the Grand Formation itself emitted a terrifying sharpness that could make even a Nine Revolutions Pseudo Immortal wary.

The methods and profound heritage of the overlord of the Second Heaven, one of the Four Great Immortal Sects, were thus evident.

The Grand Elder let out a long cry, leading the Yuhua Immortal Sect cultivators, and charged forward to Breakthrough.

Under the enhancement of the Formation, the balance of power immediately reversed, suppressing the Shangqing Immortal Sect.

But the Shangqing Immortal Sect cultivators also fought with all their might, desperately entangling the Yuhua Immortal Sect cultivators.

They had been refined by Immortal Artifacts and wouldn't live much longer anyway, so at this moment, they were fearless of death, every move a desperate attack.

This made every step forward for the Yuhua Immortal Sect costly, making progress extremely difficult.

The desperate struggle between the numerous strong cultivators of the two Great Immortal Sects, with terrifying aura and power fluctuations, shook the surrounding hundreds of millions of miles of heaven and earth, shattering countless mountains and rivers.

The aura of destruction reverberated between heaven and earth, striking the Void Realm so hard that it almost shattered.

At this time, the other two Great Immortal Sects, as well as many strong cultivators from other Second Heaven forces, who had heard the news, had sensed this aura from afar or near, and one by one, their expressions changed in horror.

“They're fighting so fiercely right from the start? These two Great Immortal Sects are truly enraged!”

A Seven Revolutions Pseudo-Immortal from a three-star force exclaimed in shock.

“Does that even need to be said? It’s said that several Elders of the Shangqing Immortal Sect died before. When have they ever suffered such a loss? How could they let it go?”

Another white-haired old man who had come with him shook his head.

Besides them, the people from the other two Great Immortal Sects, the Creation Immortal Sect and the Taiqing Immortal Sect, were even more utterly astonished.

Xu Qianfeng could see that the Shangqing Immortal Sect cultivators had been refined, and they naturally could too.

Instead, it became even harder to understand.

It had only been two days, and it had already escalated to the point of fighting to the death? How deep was this hatred? Was it really necessary?

We are all Four Great Immortal Sects, coexisting for countless years. If you had such deep hatred, why didn't we know?

Did we overdo it during our previous closed-door cultivation and accidentally pass tens of thousands of years?

Because the aftermath of this battle was truly terrifying, they dared not approach closer than ten thousand miles.

They could only observe the battlefield from a distance, discussing among themselves, one after another.

This included Meng Gujun, the Sect Master of the Nine Clouds Sect.

As a recognized top-tier strong cultivator in the Second Heaven, besides the Four Great Immortal Sects, he was currently surrounded by several Old Ancestor-level figures from three-star forces.

He gazed at the battle between the two sides, his expression solemn.

He prided himself on being a strong cultivator of some renown in the Second Heaven, but at this moment, the power fluctuations emanating from the center of the battle made his heart tremble.

If he were in the midst of it, he probably wouldn't survive for even the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

“This time, things are probably really serious. My Nine Clouds Sect is the closest; once the battle expands, we will definitely be the first to be affected.”

“I must consider relocating the Sect.”

Meng Gujun thought to himself.

The Nine Clouds Sect was known as the strongest outside the Four Great Immortal Sects, but in reality, compared to the Four Great Immortal Sects, they were not on the same level at all.

At this moment, someone had already noticed the Jian Lai Flying Ship on the Yuhua Immortal Sect's side and exclaimed in surprise.

“Look quickly, whose Flying Ship is that?”

The Jian Lai Flying Ship and the Yuhua Immortal Ship were clearly not of the same style, obviously not belonging to the Yuhua Immortal Sect.

But who else would dare to get involved in the conflict between the two Great Immortal Sects?

Everyone present was a Pseudo-Immortal strong cultivator with extraordinary eyesight, and Zhong Qing and the Xu Qianfeng father and son at the bow of the ship quickly fell into their sight.

“Who is that person? To be standing with the Sect Master and Young Sect Master of the Yuhua Immortal Sect?”

“He looks very young. Could he be some Prodigy Genius of the Yuhua Immortal Sect?”

“How is that possible? What Junior Genius would be qualified to stand beside Xu Qianfeng in such an occasion?”

Meng Gujun gazed at the young figure, his eyes flickering, wondering what he was thinking.

This battle lasted from sunrise to sunset.

After a day of fierce fighting, the Yuhua Immortal Sect cultivators were still tens of thousands of feet away from the entrance of the Shangqing Cave Heaven.

In the past, these tens of thousands of feet would not have been considered a distance for a Pseudo-Immortal strong cultivator.

But now, these tens of thousands of feet were like a quagmire; they had to exert all their strength to move forward, only gaining an inch at a time.

Just then, at the edge of the battlefield, Meng Gujun suddenly heard a surprised voice.

“Revered Master!”

Meng Gujun turned his head and saw a familiar graceful figure rushing towards him. Who else could it be but his Disciple, Ling Yueer?

“Yue’er? Why are you here?”

Meng Gujun was first surprised, then angered.

“Do you know what kind of place this is? With your level of cultivation, you could be reduced to ashes in an instant. Who brought you here?”