Soon, Li Taiqing, Lu Fan, and others gathered.
Time had passed, and now each of them possessed extraordinary cultivation and many more methods than before.
Their common goal now was to Ascend to the Upper Realm.
"It's the Yao Race from beyond the domain."
Golden light surged in Lu Fan's eyes.
Over the years, he had cultivated numerous Spells and Divine Abilities, and his attainments in heavenly divination were the highest among them. He saw through the Void Realm at a glance, and his expression changed:
"So many Yao Race members in the Ascension Realm, the weakest are also Yao Kings in the Body Integration Realm."
Hearing this, the expressions of the others became much more solemn.
To describe the existence of Ascended Immortals as "many" was somewhat terrifying.
Li Taiqing's robes flapped in the increasingly fierce wind. He took a deep breath and said:
"If I'm not mistaken, these should be the enemies Master once faced."
"The Heavenly Demon Realm."
The few of them exchanged glances and said in unison.
Such a large-scale display indicated that the other party had been prepared for a long time.
At this moment, Little White Tiger, Bai Ye, also sent a message, confirming that this group of Yao Race members was from the Heavenly Demon Realm.
"They've come with great momentum, it seems they want to avenge what happened back then."
Nangong Wenjian said coldly.
"Since Master has Ascended, it's our turn to protect the Nine Provinces."
Li Taiqing's tone was firm, and Sword Intent circulated around him.
"You've taken that step?"
Nangong Wenjian asked in surprise.
"Mm."
Li Taiqing nodded.
Sword Intent transforming into a world, which is the first Realm of a Sword Immortal.
This was a Realm countless Sword Cultivators in the Lower Realm dreamed of, and he had entered it by chance during a dream enlightenment.
At the same time, led by several Ascension Realm grand powerhouses from the Kunlun Immortal Sect, numerous strong individuals from the Nine Provinces Continent gathered on the shores of the East Sea.
The scene was identical to when they fought against the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect many years ago; the vast sea remained, and the clouds churned.
Only the reliable figure, who was like a stabilizing force, was missing.
And this time, their enemies were even more terrifying.
The immense demonic might pressed down, causing the sea surface to concave and the fierce winds to wail. Even the light seemed to be swallowed by the dense demonic clouds.
The few leading great demons were even more terrifying, their Demonic Qi almost solidified, rising like pillars to the sky. Their immense pressure caused the Qi and blood of many weaker Cultivators from the Nine Provinces to churn, making it almost impossible for them to stand firm.
"Form the Formation!"
"Protect our Nine Provinces!"
Thousands of Cultivators from the Nine Provinces shouted in unison, their voices shaking the sea. Beams of Magic Treasure light lit up, Formation runes bloomed layer upon layer, and golden light, like a dome, propped up the defense.
Countless Cultivators formed Formations to meet the enemy, ten thousand swords flying out simultaneously, transforming into a silver river that surged against the sky. The radiance of Magic Treasures and the Demonic Qi continuously collided, each clash shaking the vast sea and trembling the mountains.
At this moment, the few leading great demons stepped out of the rift, their demonic bodies as towering as mountains, their scales shimmering with a dark, cold metallic luster. Their gazes swept over the arrayed Cultivators of the Nine Provinces, like looking down on ants, filled with indifference and cruelty.
"All forces, attack! Leave no one alive."
A colossal demon with three horns and covered in bone spurs emitted a buzzing sound, its sound waves vibrating, causing the Qi and blood of some Cultivators in front to churn, almost making them lose their footing.
Ever since Han Xuanji had slain the many Yao Race members who had descended upon the Taixu Spirit Realm, and that Golden Crow Prodigy, the powerhouses of the Heavenly Demon Realm had been furious. The powerhouses of the Upper Realm's Golden Crow God Clan had even issued an order for them to seek revenge by any means necessary, to flatten the Human Race Cultivators of this Realm, and to make the culprit suffer a fate worse than death.
"Kill!"
Without further words, numerous Yao Race members charged forward simultaneously, their might astonishing.
"How dare you be so presumptuous!"
An Elder of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, whose hair and beard stood on end, conjured an ancient bronze mirror. Mirror light burst forth, transforming into a golden light curtain that spanned the heavens and earth.
And Li Taiqing, holding a clear, bright Immortal Sword, unleashed a sword momentum like a falling star river. Wherever it passed, the Yao Race members scattered.
Lu Fan and Lin Potian acted together, their offense and defense flawless.
Little White Tiger revealed its true form, its roar carrying the Bloodline pressure of an ancient relict. Its tiger claws swept out, tearing through the Void Realm, easily smashing a Tribulation Transcendence Realm Yao Race member to pieces.
With the abundant resources left by Han Xuanji, combined with its extraordinary Bloodline, its cultivation progressed extremely quickly, stepping into the Ascension Realm.
However, the power of the Heavenly Demon Realm far exceeded imagination.
The few great demons who had remained still finally made their move.
"Mere ants, dare to block my Heavenly Demon Divine Army?"
An eight-armed Yao Race member, hundreds of feet tall, simultaneously swung the bone blades in its hands. The bone blades unleashed ten thousand zhang of dark light.
Wherever it passed, numerous Cultivators, along with their Magic Treasures, were utterly destroyed!
"Beast! How dare you be so presumptuous!"
Just at this critical moment, Li Taiqing's figure arrived.
His white clothes were like snow, his face stern, and the Sword Intent around him had been pushed to its limit, Sword Qi erupting without reservation.
"Nine Tribulation Immortal Execution Sword Formation!"
Li Taiqing's voice shook the four fields, and dozens of Flying Swords rose into the sky.
He began a life-and-death struggle with this great demon at the seventh layer of the Ascension Realm.
This eight-armed great demon at the seventh layer of the Ascension Realm, facing a powerful enemy at the Sword Immortal Realm, felt a strong sense of danger despite its higher cultivation.
"Rumor has it that there's a peerless Sword Immortal in this Realm, could it be this young man?"
The eight-armed Yao Race member was startled... Inside the Immortal Cave on Purple Firmament Peak in Lingxu Heavenly Palace.
Han Xuanji, who was quietly comprehending the Dao, felt a sudden jolt in his heart.
A premonition, like a sudden inspiration, emerged.
He abruptly opened his eyes, and his Destiny Divine Pupils activated involuntarily.
The profound gears deep within his pupils slowly rotated, penetrating countless spatial barriers, and instantly he saw the hideous Cracks Cracks rift in the sky above the eastern region of the Taixu Spirit Realm, and the dense army radiating monstrous Demonic Qi.
"Heavenly Demon Realm..."
Han Xuanji frowned, killing intent flashing in his eyes.
He had once slain the great demons of the Heavenly Demon Realm. He hadn't expected them to be so persistent, even finding the exact coordinates and launching a full-scale invasion now.
Han Xuanji did not act immediately; he had left some arrangements in the past.
Such a crisis shouldn't disturb him.
Then, Han Xuanji began to deduce the future, his Destiny Divine Pupils peering into a corner of the future.
Soon, he understood what would happen next.
"In that case, there's no need to rush."
Han Xuanji watched the Lower Realm while contacting Immortal Lord Yunmiao.
Soon, the connection was successful.
"Master, what should be done if someone wants to invade the Lower Realm under the jurisdiction of Lingxu Heavenly Palace?"
"What? Has something happened in the Lower Realm where you are?"
Immortal Lord Yunmiao reacted quickly, asking in return.
"Indeed, it should be Karma that this Disciple once incurred."
Han Xuanji replied.
"Is it truly your Karma?"
Immortal Lord Yunmiao immediately became serious and said:
"Since that's the case, then proceed according to your thoughts. Lingxu Heavenly Palace will naturally not abandon any Lower Realm, and certainly not you."
Having received a clear reply, Han Xuanji's mind settled slightly, and he once again cast his gaze upon that familiar yet strange world below.
As he gazed, he couldn't help but feel a sense of trance.
The homeland remained, the old friends were still there, yet there was a faint sense of unfamiliarity.
It wasn't that the affection had faded, but the path of an Immortal was long, and time flowed like water; in a blink, a hundred years had passed in the mortal world.
These old friends of yesteryear were now capable of standing on their own.
Han Xuanji looked down upon the mortal world, as if it were yesterday.
Perhaps this was the feeling of an Immortal.
One glance back, the mountains and rivers were not old, but the human world had changed.