Han Xuanji also suddenly understood why some Old Ancestors in the Cultivation Realm placed more importance on the Prodigies within their clan and their own Disciples, rather than their direct descendants.
For powerful individuals who could live forever, Bloodline ties had already become very faint.
Aside from the first few generations of descendants, there was no longer any affection to speak of for the dozens or hundreds of subsequent generations.
In Lingxu Heavenly Palace, the relationship between Master and Disciple was often much closer than family ties... Meanwhile, on the other side.
The battle intensified, with the Heavenly Demon Realm committing far greater forces than before.
Li Taiqing faced the encirclement of several Ascended Immortal-level Great Yao, and even his Dao of the Sword, which had reached the Realm of a Sword Immortal, was starting to feel overwhelmed.
The Kyushu defense line was constantly retreating, on the verge of complete collapse.
"Master, it's up to you!"
A look of determination flashed in Li Taiqing's eyes, and he unhesitatingly pulled out a cyan jade gourd.
Inside it was a contingency plan left by Han Xuanji before his Ascension.
"Buzz—!"
In an instant, a subtle yet extremely condensed Sword Qi erupted, soaring into the sky.
This Sword Qi, initially tiny, grew with the wind, instantly transforming into a Chaos Sword Qi that spanned heaven and earth.
Within the Sword Qi, it seemed as if the sun, moon, and stars rose and fell, and earth, water, fire, and wind surged, containing scenes of myriad phenomena appearing and disappearing.
"Slay!"
In the ethereal Void Realm, a detached voice seemed to resound.
The Chaos Sword Qi ignored spatial distance and instantly struck down.
The three-headed demon wolf that was rampaging, the nine-headed Xiangliu spitting poisonous mist, and the dozens of powerful demon beasts charging at the forefront, were silently annihilated under the Sword Qi before they could even let out a wail, their demon souls completely erased!
The might of a single sword strike was terrifying, instantly clearing out a large area!
"It's Li Sword Immortal, well done!"
"Kill! Follow Li Sword Immortal to slay the demons!"
The morale of the Kyushu Cultivators soared, and at the same time.
However, deep within the Heavenly Demon Realm's camp, a golden-robed man who had been silently observing the battle, changed his expression slightly.
"He still has such a trick?"
He snorted coldly, but showed no fear, and waved his hand to give another order:
"It's just a Sword Qi left by an Immortal. Let's see how many times he can unleash it!"
"Continue the assault!"
Under his command, more Yao Race members surged out like a tide, one after another, as if they didn't care about casualties at all.
Li Taiqing's heart was solemn, but a faint smile appeared on his face.
What he had just unleashed was merely a single Sword Qi left by his Master, Han Xuanji.
And he still had nine hundred ninety-nine more such Sword Qi.
One Reaching Heaven Sword Qi after another continuously lit up, and each time it struck down, it would clear out a section of the demon territory, annihilating myriad demons.
It wasn't until the seventh Sword Qi dissipated that the powerhouses of the Heavenly Demon Realm finally began to panic.
If this continued, the next to be annihilated would probably be them!
But no one dared to defy the golden-robed man's command—because what stood behind him represented the will of the Upper Realm Yao Immortals!
"No matter."
The golden-robed man's tone remained nonchalant, but the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified:
"Let him kill. The more he kills, the more painful the price this Venerable One will make him pay!"
..."Are these Yao Race truly not afraid of death?"
Lu Fan couldn't help but say.
"Something is amiss."
Nangong Wenjian was the first to notice that something was wrong.
Even though the Yao Race had a large number, they couldn't withstand such suicidal charges.
If they continued to send them to their deaths, he didn't believe there wouldn't be turmoil within the Yao Race.
"Fellow Daoist Taiqing, how much of the Demon-Slaying Sword Immortal's Sword Qi do you have left?"
"More than half remains."
Li Taiqing replied.
At this moment, he was also grateful for Han Xuanji's foresight; without this sword gourd, the Kyushu Continent would have been doomed.
Hearing this, everyone felt a little relieved.
And at this very moment, another anomaly occurred at the rift in the sky.
A more terrifying pressure, far exceeding the Lower Realm's endurance limit, descended with a roar.
A blurry figure, wreathed in blood-red demonic flames, materialized.
"Lower Realm ants, how dare you harm my Heavenly Demon Realm's children! This Immortal shall personally descend and annihilate you all!"
The majestic and tyrannical voice shook countless Cultivators' Primordial Spirits, threatening to crack them.
A Yao Race Immortal!
The Heavenly Demon Realm was actually willing to pay any price to forcibly send a Yao Immortal to descend.
This was the golden-robed man's unbridled confidence—every time a Heavenly Demon Realm powerhouse fell, their blood Qi and Soul Power would become the coordinates for the Upper Realm Yao Immortal to anchor to this world and descend their power!
Feeling this completely unequal power, countless Kyushu Cultivators showed expressions of despair.
"It's a Yao Race Immortal!"
"It's over, what should we do?"
However, the powerhouses of Holy Lands like the Kunlun Immortal Sect quickly stabilized morale:
"The Taixu Spirit Realm is originally a territory governed by the Human Race Immortal Palace. Everyone, do not worry, there will be Upper Realm powerhouses coming to our aid."
But even as they said this, they still felt some worry in their hearts.
Aid that arrived too late would not have much meaning.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the world barrier of the Taixu Spirit Realm erupted with brilliant Immortal light.
Intricate Immortal Dao runes appeared out of thin air, weaving into a giant net that firmly blocked the Yao Immortal attempting to descend to the Lower Realm.
"Hmm?"
The Yao Immortal's movements were obstructed by the protective Formation set up by the Upper Realm Cultivators.
The next instant.
Several figures dressed in Lingxu Heavenly Palace attire appeared outside the rift, wreathed in Immortal light, jointly activating the Formation to resist the Yao Immortal's descent.
"Audacious Yao Race, this world is a Lower Realm under the jurisdiction of my Lingxu Heavenly Palace! How dare you wantonly slaughter and violate the treaty between the two races!"
The leading Disciple, who was at the Late Stage Heavenly Immortal Realm, shouted sternly, but his expression was extremely solemn.
Their numbers were too few, and their highest cultivation was only Heavenly Immortal.
And that Yao Immortal's true body was at least at the True Immortal Realm, so they could only barely hold on with the help of the Formation.
"Hmph!"
"It was your Human Race who slaughtered my Yao Race first! This Venerable One is merely seeking revenge, which is only right and proper!"
The Yao Immortal roared, and the blood flames around his body surged, the terrifying power impacting the Immortal Formation's light barrier, causing it to shake violently and cracks to spread.
Several Lingxu Heavenly Palace Disciples all spat blood, their faces pale.
"Senior Brother! We can't hold on!"
A Disciple shouted anxiously.
"Where is the Sect's reinforcement?"
At this moment, a figure stood with a sword on his back, quietly appearing in front of the Lingxu Heavenly Palace Disciples, his voice as calm as water:
"Su Ming is here, Fellow Daoist of the Yao Race, you have crossed the line."
Su Ming appeared, his tone peaceful, but his eyes were filled with killing intent.
"Senior Brother finally gave me a mission, I must complete it cleanly and efficiently."
Su Ming's swift arrival was naturally at Han Xuanji's instruction.
A mere True Immortal Yao Race was not enough for him to personally intervene.
In the Void Realm.
The Yao Immortal attempting to descend was named Bloodflame, and his three demon eyes, burning with fierce flames, suddenly constricted, staring intently at Su Ming, his voice rumbling like thunder:
"A mere junior who just entered the True Immortal Realm, dares to stop me?"
"To tell you the truth, I came here under the command of the Golden Crow God Clan. You cannot afford to offend them."
"Lingxu Heavenly Palace will not fight the Golden Crow God Clan for the sake of this one Lower Realm."
Upon hearing this, Su Ming merely looked at the other party silently, his right hand slowly gripping the hilt of his rusty sword.
"I don't know about any Golden Crow God Clan. I only know that you have angered my Senior Brother, and that means you are seeking death."