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第四千一百一十八章 群仙降临

Simultaneously, on the other side, Lin Xuan met up with Fairy Yutong. He learned that Tian Xiang had already become a Daoist Ancestor and was using his true soul to refine ten thousand volumes of heavenly scriptures. Everyone's hearts were heavy with gloom.

"dingdian, ∧..c↗om"

How could the enemy have grown so strong? Was there really no hope for the future?

The other party would not let Moonling go easily; after all, her previous life was that of an Asura. With this thought, a determined expression appeared on Lin Xuan's face.

What did it matter if he were a Daoist Ancestor? Even before entering the mortal world, he had sworn to himself: no matter who or what wanted to harm Moonling, they must first step over his corpse.

These words still echoed in his mind. He would never forget them, no matter how difficult the path might be; he could not retreat. There must be a way to defeat Tian Xiang.

With this thought, Lin Xuan stood up abruptly: "Let's go!"

"What now?"

"To find Nine Heavens' Respite Soil!"

Lin Xuan smiled: "We haven't fought yet, how can we give up? A hero cannot withstand the weight of many. Just as Hua Yu could not in the past, even if Tian Xiang is more formidable now, she still cannot challenge all three thousand worlds. In any case, no matter how slim our chances are, we will never give up."

Since he embarked on his path to cultivation, Lin Xuan had faced countless hardships. Despite this current peril being far greater than before, he would not abandon it.

"Agreed!"

Moonling and Little Butterfly would have no objections. Peacock was always a strong woman, and as the strongest spiritual cultivator in existence, Li Yutong could never be weak-willed. The sudden news had merely caused some temporary shock.

Seeing Lin Xuan's decision, her confidence gradually returned; those who surrender without fighting are beneath her. What of it if he were a Daoist Ancestor?

Back then, she couldn't defeat ordinary True Immortals either. Now, ordinary cultivators posed no significant threat to her.

A Daoist Ancestor was said to be invincible, but how could one give up without trying?

...

Lin Xuan's situation aside, elsewhere, unknown miles away, those who entered through the light arc found themselves in this mysterious space with varying fates.

Some, like Lin Xuan, encountered danger as soon as they stepped inside. It wasn't a nightmare; it was other things. Those with good luck managed to escape, but those less fortunate perished on the spot.

Those entering here were not just the top cultivators of the Three Thousand Worlds.

This was a vast wasteland where even the air was thin with spiritual energy. There was no trace of human life or any other animals.

Yet amidst this desert stood a massive platform—more accurately, a sacrificial altar.

That altar was enormous, resembling a giant square stretching thousands of feet in both directions. Unlike the sparse spiritual energy around it, the altar exuded dense divine aura.

The intricate carvings and scattered stone pillars created an air of mystery and even something eerie.

A mountain breeze blew through, and "whoosh," the statues and carvings suddenly lit up.

Colored light beams rose from them, piercing the sky. The entire altar began to operate like a formation, lighting up with rays that covered its surface.

Boom!

After some time, a loud noise echoed in his ears.

From atop the altar, a massive crack opened in the heavens as boundlessrule power spewed forth, and divine aura spread everywhere. This was... a path to the Spirit Realm.

The gates of the Divine World had been opened.

Countless figures appeared intermittently.

These were true immortals from the Divine World!

Then, faint lights flickered on, with two hundred True Immortals leading their disciples to this long-awaited realm.

Divine aura permeated the air. Despite their varied appearances, each emitted an extremely powerful presence.

Even if one didn't count the True Immortals, their disciples were also immensely formidable.

"Five million years ago, we were forced to remain in the Divine World due to the Asura King's trickery and could not traverse the Three Thousand Worlds freely. Now that this curse has been broken, it is time for those foolish mortals to face their punishment."

A handsome man in his thirties spoke with a cold voice. He wore white robes, exuding an ethereal aura.

"But Lord Tian Xiang isn't here," another True Immortal expressed regret.

"Who cares? Dealing with some mere cultivators doesn't require the Daoist Ancestor to personally intervene." The white-robed True Immortal's expression showed disdain: "Why use a bull when a chicken will do. Those foolish creatures will inevitably come seeking Nine Heavens' Respite Soil. They are unworthy of ascending to immortality and sitting among us."

"Then, according to your intention..."

"Hmph, what else can we do? With the light arc appearing and the path to the Spirit Realm revealed, those arriving here are the top cultivators from the Three Thousand Worlds. Only they pose a potential threat. We must eliminate danger at its source. Since these fellows don't know when to die, there's no need for us to show mercy. Kill one, kill two."

"White Sword Immortal speaks wisely. As long as we remove thetop-tier cultivators among them, the rest will be at our disposal and pose no threat," another True Immortal agreed. Five million years ago, they had done just that, only for Hua Yu and the Asura King to disrupt their plans.

Now, with circumstances changed, they held the same mindset.

This White Sword Immortal was unrelated to the one Lin Xuan encountered in the mortal world; their power levels were incomparable, merely coincidentally sharing a name.

The arrival of all these immortals brought endless slaughter to the Three Thousand Worlds. Those who made it to the late Tribulation stage were no pushovers either. A fierce battle awaited.

...

As winds rose and clouds gathered, Lin Xuan's expression was filled with mockery as he coldly said: "Dare to challenge this Daoist Ancestor with such meager abilities? You must be bored of living."

"What? How could you possibly be unscathed?"

The angels were shocked. As the attendants of gods, their strength far exceeded that of ordinary mortals. The opponent was merely a human.

Their different understandings of the power rules made it understandable why they couldn't gauge Tian Xiang's true strength.

Tian Xiang wore a sneer as he grew impatient. With a wave of his sleeves, countless sword qi emerged like a violent storm, shooting forward. Instantly, screams filled the air. A Daoist Ancestor's casual strike could easily overwhelm a Tribulation Period cultivator; these fellows would all perish. (To be continued...)

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