129: Like moths drawn to a flame, the Heartless Immortal Sect mobilized its entire force.

Luo Wenzhou stood suspended in the air, gazing at the Grotto-Heaven Blessed Land beneath his feet, a place he had managed for countless years.

Now that it had been reduced to a dead domain, how could his heart remain unmoved?

Every blade of grass, every tree, every pavilion, and every structure contained his painstaking effort.

Yet, he dared not show the slightest hint of dissatisfaction or complaint on his aged face.

He even quickly suppressed the slightest expression of heartache, leaving only humility and obedience.

He cautiously looked towards the figure in the black robe far away.

Xuan Tianchen was slowly retracting the zhūtiān battle halberd, and the terrifying Aura around him, which had caused the heavens and earth to change color, gradually receded.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just spoken the Law into existence and executed a Quasi-Emperor Grand Confucian.

Luo Wenzhou felt a chill in his heart, increasingly finding this young man unfathomable.

On one hand, he killed according to his whim, yet on the other, he possessed the highest Realm of the Confucian Dao, which Luo Wenzhou couldn't even comprehend.

"Living... only living is the most important thing," Luo Wenzhou repeatedly warned himself internally.

In the face of life and death, everything else is damn fleeting cloud; only survival is the true path.

If the Grotto-Heaven is destroyed, it can be rebuilt; if resources are lost, they can be accumulated again. But if this Fiend Star is displeased, then everything is truly over!

He took a deep breath, suppressing all distracting thoughts.

He put on an expression of respect that was as natural as possible, moved his body, and intended to step forward to once again pledge his loyalty to Xuan Tianchen.

Even if it was just to make himself recognizable and ensure that the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven wouldn't suffer collateral damage.

However, just as his body started to move.

"Buzz—!"

At the edge of the sky, a dense and violent spatial fluctuation suddenly erupted!

This fluctuation did not originate from a single point but swept over the ruins of the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven like a tide from all directions!

Immediately following, powerful Auras lit up sequentially like beacons in the dark night, rapidly approaching!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—!"

The sounds of tearing through the air were incessant, as streaks of light sliced through the Void Realm that had not yet fully calmed down.

Carrying cold and resolute Killing Intent, they descended!

Leading the charge were five figures, surrounded by brilliant Immortal Dao Divine Light.

Law runes cascaded down like waterfalls; they were clearly five Quasi-Emperors!

Two old women, their faces withered, yet their eyes were sharp as eagles, their Aura vast, having reached the Quasi-Emperor Sixth Level Realm!

The other three looked like young women, also possessing astonishing Aura, all having cultivation bases at the Quasi-Emperor Fifth Layer!

What they wore were the moon-white Daoist robes unique to the Jueqing Immortal Sect.

But at this moment, faint blood-colored runes flowed across the robes.

They had clearly used some secret method to stimulate their potential, preparing for a fight to the death.

Behind these five Quasi-Emperors was a dense, dark mass of figures!

Dozens of Elders in the Supreme Realm with profound Aura, hundreds of Saint Realm Deacons, and countless Jueqing Immortal Sect Disciples filled the sky!

They were all female cultivators, now dressed in battle robes and holding Magical Artifacts.

Although many Disciples still wore youthfulness and unconcealable fear on their faces, there was a greater sense of desperate, burning resolve!

Battle flags fluttered, embroidered with the characters "Jueqing," flapping loudly in the Void Realm, carrying a tragic and heroic meaning.

From the moment Shen Ningshuang burned her Divine Soul to summon the "Heaven Burning Edict," which streaked across the Void Realm and illuminated the sky above the Jueqing Immortal Domain.

All high-level members of the Jueqing Immortal Sect instantly realized that the Sect's great catastrophe was approaching.

After all, the appearance of the Heaven Burning Edict indicated that the Quasi-Emperor Seventh Layer Sect Master was critically endangered, and the Sect faced utter destruction!

According to the "Seed Plan" passed down since ancient times in the Sect, they should immediately activate the grand formation and dismiss all Disciples.

To preserve the last Legacy seed of the Sect, they should scatter, change their names, and flee to distant domains.

However, when the assembly bell rang and the Elders announced this decision.

Their response was not the scattering of Disciples, but silence, followed by an unprecedented burst of unity.

"The Sect nurtured and raised us, and taught us the Great Dao. Now that the Sect is in peril, how can we cling to life in dishonor!"

"The Sect Master's kindness to us is as heavy as a mountain. If we do not avenge this, we are unworthy Disciples!"

"Although the Jueqing Immortal Sect is composed entirely of women, we have no cowards who would abandon the Sect and flee! Even if we are moths flying into a flame, we must let the enemy know the spirit of our Sect!"

Countless Disciples emerged from seclusion, returned from training, and spontaneously gathered beneath the Main Peak.

Their cultivation might not be high, and their strength might be meager.

But at this critical moment for the Sect's survival, their determination to live and die with the Sect coalesced into an earth-shattering torrent.

Ultimately, under the decision of the few remaining Grand Elders, the Seed Plan was still secretly carried out.

An Inner Sect Elder at the Quasi-Emperor Third Layer led a small number of the most talented and youngest Disciples away quietly.

As for the rest, from Quasi-Emperor Grand Elders down to Disciples who had just entered the immortal path.

They decided to mobilize the entire Sect's strength, carrying the accumulated heritage of countless years, and rush towards the direction pointed to by the Heaven Burning Edict—the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven!

Finally, they arrived.

Without hesitation, without retreat, like moths flying into a flame.

They knew full well that ahead lay perhaps an abyss or a behemoth that the Jueqing Immortal Sect could never shake.

But they still charged forward without looking back!

"Form the formation!"

The Quasi-Emperor Sixth Level old woman leading them was named Quasi-Emperor Kuyue.

Her voice was hoarse yet carried undeniable majesty, and the Long Sword in her hand, which shimmered like autumn water, pointed directly at Xuan Tianchen in the center of the ruins.

In an instant, countless Jueqing Immortal Sect Disciples responded in unison, their magical power connected, and Dao patterns lit up!

A massive Killing Formation covering the entire Red Dust Grotto-Heaven ruins instantly took shape!

Sword light was chilling, cold Qi pierced the bone, and the icy Killing Intent became almost tangible, completely sealing off this area of heaven and earth, making it impenetrable!

Quasi-Emperor Kuyue's gaze swept across the ruins, instantly spotting the zhūtiān battle halberd, tightly held by Xuan Tianchen, which still emanated a heart-stopping Imperial Might.

Soon, she sensed traces of the Sect Master and Young Sect Master's Aura from it; clearly, both had died at the hands of the person before her.

Her eyes instantly turned bloodshot, and boundless grief and hatred erupted like a volcano.

Her gaze locked fiercely onto the only standing figure in the black robe.

"Xuan! Clan! Imperial! Son!"

She spoke syllable by syllable, her voice hoarse, containing a hatred that even draining all the heavens could not wash away.

"Today, our Jueqing Immortal Sect has mobilized all forces, not seeking survival, but only... to use the blood of our entire Sect to stain the fierce reputation of your Xuan Clan!"

The sound waves rolled, carrying tragedy and resolve, echoing above the silent ruins.

Luo Wenzhou, standing nearby, instantly turned pale, cursing his misfortune internally.

"It's over, it's over... these crazy old women! If you want to die, don't drag my Red Dust Grotto-Heaven down with you!"

Right now, the Red Dust Grotto-Heaven was already scarred and on the verge of collapse; it couldn't withstand any more fighting.

If another battle erupted, the entire Red Dust Grotto-Heaven would likely be completely destroyed.

At the same time, facing the overwhelming and murderous attack launched by the entire Jueqing Immortal Sect.

Not only did Xuan Tianchen show no solemnity, but a deeper smile, tinged with excitement and playfulness, appeared on his face.

He gently raised his hand and stroked the zhūtiān battle halberd beside him, which was humming and trembling, seemingly excited by the Killing Intent it sensed.

His gaze swept over the enemies filling the sky, as if he were admiring a feast of slaughter about to begin.

"Oh? Mobilizing all forces? That saves This Imperial Son quite a bit of effort."