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The peaceful years did not last long.

The cruelty of the spirit world never gives humanity a moment's respite; perhaps this is the reason why weakness is the original sin.

Most races in the spirit realm are either born emperors of the spirit realm or descendants of immortals. Races like humans, who ascended from the lower realm, can only survive by uniting with the demon race.

At this moment, the clouds above Tianyuan City were, as always, tinged with a pale gold by the power of the array. Within the city, cultivators were either meditating and cultivating or trading in the market. Even the vendors selling spirit fruits on the street corners were humming off-key tunes, all sensing the subtle changes brought about by the Taixu Pavilion.

However, unbeknownst to anyone, deep within the clouds a thousand meters above the ground, three distinctly different terrifying auras were quietly converging...

The bloodshed of the Blood Prison Clan, the stench of the Mayfly Clan, and the deathly silence of the Yaksha Clan are like three invisible hands, slowly grasping at the lifeline of Tianyuan City.

"Om-"

A sudden, piercing scream tore through the sky!
That was the alarm issued by the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Demon-Slaying Immortal Array, used for early warning. The usually gentle, luminous white light had turned a glaring scarlet, like the blood and tears of a dying person.

The array patterns flickered wildly at a speed visible to the naked eye, each flicker accompanied by a creaking sound of unbearable strain, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

The cultivator on guard on the city wall's face changed drastically. Just as he was about to activate the communication jade talisman, he heard a crisp "crack" sound...

The core of the immortal array actually exploded!

The sky was filled with countless shimmering white fragments, like pearls falling from a broken string, revealing a shadow that blotted out the sky behind them.

That shadow was not a dark cloud, but a coalition of three tribes!
On the eastern horizon, the Blood Prison Clan of the Blood Sky Continent were the first to reveal their ferocious nature.

The rolling demonic clouds were as black as ink, but were stained with a strange dark red by the blood mist. Countless blood demons the size of fists churned and roared in the clouds, each roar carrying a baleful aura that could corrode the soul.

At the forefront of the demonic cloud, more than ten Blood Prison Clan generals, clad in bone-spiked armor, pointed their blood spears directly at Tianyuan City. Before the blood droplets from the spear tips even hit the ground, they already scorched the air, sending up hissing white smoke.

In the western sky, the floating mother nest of the mayfly race appears even more terrifying.

The mother nest was shaped like a giant beehive, covered with a dark green carapace, and was the size of three mountain peaks. With each wriggling movement, it could squeeze out hundreds of mayflies that were half a foot long.

The frequency of these insects' wing vibrations was so fast that it was difficult to see with the naked eye. They gathered into a sea of ​​insects that blotted out the sky, and the "buzzing" sound of their flapping wings even drowned out the roar of the Blood Demon, forming sound waves that could disturb the minds of cultivators.

A dark rift was torn open in the northern void, and the Yaksha clan's giant ship of Nether Bone slowly sailed out.

The giant ship was pieced together from countless pale animal bones, and its sails were sewn from the skins of cultivators, with hideous ghost patterns drawn on them in blood.

On the deck, dozens of Yaksha Kings held bone spears, and gray death energy emanated from their bodies, dimming even the sunlight in their wake. The Yaksha leader at the front had three heads and six arms, each arm holding a different bone weapon, and his eyes were filled with bloodlust.

"At least thirty auras of the Void Refinement Realm!" On the city wall, a white-haired cultivator trembled as he activated his Spiritual Eye Technique. Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. "And three more... three auras comparable to the late-stage Integration Realm! It seems they intend to completely raze our Tianyuan City to the ground!"

"Enemy attack! High alert!"

"Activate all defensive formations! Five Elements City Protection Formation, Nine Revolutions Glazed Tile Formation, all activated!"

"All cultivators, regardless of their cultivation level, must immediately ascend the city walls and prepare for battle! Those who refuse to participate in the battle will be treated as deserters!"

The message jade talisman from the city lord's mansion instantly spread throughout the city, and the piercing alarm bell rang throughout the sky.

The once bustling market instantly descended into chaos. Low-level cultivators carried their magical artifacts and ran towards the city walls, while women and children hid in underground chambers. Many shops sealed their doors and windows with boulders, and an atmosphere of despair permeated the air.

Xuan Yunzi and Qinglian Daogu appeared almost instantly above the city lord's mansion.

The former wore a blue Taoist robe, and the whisk in his hand was already radiating a sharp sword aura, while the latter held a blue lotus lamp, but the flame of the lamp wick flickered violently, clearly also intimidated by the formation of the allied forces.

“Blood Prison Clan’s Bloodless Sorrow, Mayfly Clan’s Insect Queen, Yaksha Clan’s Bone Fiend… these three old monsters have actually made their move at the same time.” Xuan Yunzi’s voice was deep. “We only have five Nascent Soul cultivators and just over thirty Void Refinement Realm cultivators. This battle… will be difficult.”

Just as the Qinglian Daoist nun was about to speak, a loud "boom" was heard, and the allied forces launched an attack!
The Blood Prison Clan made the first move. Xue Wushang raised his hand and threw out a giant blood-red axe. The axe transformed into a thousand-meter-long axe shadow in the air, slashing towards the city's protective light barrier with a world-destroying momentum.

The mayfly queen opened her mouth and spat out a cluster of dark green eggs. The eggs instantly hatched into tens of thousands of giant mayflies in mid-air. These insects had mouthparts as sharp as knives and densely rammed into the light screen. Each impact caused violent ripples to spread across the light screen.

The Yaksha Bone Fiend was even more ruthless, throwing his bone spear into the void. The bone spear transformed into a gray streak of light, piercing through the weak point of the light barrier and leaving a small hole.

"Hold on!" On the city wall, a cultivator at the Refinement Realm roared as he activated his magic weapon. A large golden shield was placed in front of the light barrier, but it was shattered by the blood-red axe shadow, and the man and shield turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Countless human cultivators fought back with their lives on the line.

Low-level cultivators controlled the city's defensive crossbows, each bolt imbued with the power of an array, capable of killing even Foundation Establishment level demonic beasts; mid-level cultivators formed arrays, unleashing a barrage of fireballs, ice arrows, and lightning spears upon the allied forces; high-level cultivators directly unleashed their magical treasures, flying swords, treasure cauldrons, and banners weaving together in the air to form a defensive net, occasionally managing to slay a few stray blood demons or mayflies.

But the gap in strength is as vast as an insurmountable chasm.

On the first day, the protective light barrier could barely hold on, but its light grew dimmer and dimmer. On the second day, dense cracks appeared on the light barrier, and in many areas, cultivators even had to use their bodies to fill the gaps. On the morning of the third day, when Xue Wushang unleashed another blood-red axe shadow, the light barrier finally let out a mournful cry and shattered with a crash!

"Kill! Slaughter all humans!"

The allied forces surged toward the city walls like a flood bursting its banks.

The Blood Demon pounced on the cultivator, instantly devouring him into bones; mayflies burrowed into the gaps in the cultivator's magical artifact, gnawing both the artifact and the cultivator beyond recognition; the Yaksha King wielded a bone spear, each swing reaping several lives, and wherever death passed, even the soul could not escape.

The battle on the city walls was extremely fierce.

Every moment, cultivators perished. Some were torn apart by the Blood Demon, some were overwhelmed by the swarm of insects, and some were pinned to the city wall by the Yaksha King's bone spear. Blood flowed down the city wall and gathered into dark red streams on the ground.

The Soul Tower's light flashed frequently, and dim primordial spirits drifted from the battlefield toward the Soul Tower. It was the cultivators' last chance for survival, but many primordial spirits were devoured by the allied forces' baleful aura halfway there, without even a chance to reincarnate.

The light of the substitute puppets also flashed across the battlefield from time to time. Some cultivators had just been killed when the substitute puppets took the fatal blow for them. But before they could catch their breath, they were overwhelmed by the swarming enemies.

Xiang Zhili, along with Hu Laomo and Bai Laozu, these newly promoted Void Refinement cultivators of the Taixu Pavilion, are engaged in a bloody battle.

Xiang Zhili held a folding fan, the landscape painting on the fan surface stained red with blood. Each time he fanned it, he could unleash a sharp wind blade, but he was entangled by three Void Refinement cultivators from the Blood Prison Clan. While he was struggling to defend himself, his shoulder was pierced by a blood spear, and his robes were soaked with blood.

Hu Laomo then unleashed a black demon banner, its surface writhing with ghostly shadows that could devour the souls of his enemies. However, against the swarm of mayflies, the banner's power was greatly diminished. Several giant mayflies had already crawled onto his arm, gnawing at his flesh.

Old Ancestor Bai even unleashed his signature ultimate move, Meteor Fall, as these geniuses of the human realm desperately defended the dignity of the human race.

Xuan Yunzi and Qinglian Daogu are in an even more dangerous situation.

The former was being stared at intently by Xue Wushang, his blue Taoist robe was torn in many places, blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth, and the silk thread of the whisk in his hand was also broken; the latter had to deal with the Insect Mother and the Bone Fiend at the same time, the flame of the Azure Lotus Treasure Lamp had become weak, her back was swept by the death aura of the Bone Fiend, leaving a dark scar, and even the circulation of spiritual power became sluggish.

"puff--"

Another Nascent Soul cultivator was struck by Xue Wushang, his body turning into a cloud of blood mist.

Xuan Yunzi watched helplessly as his companions perished, powerless to save them. He could only grit his teeth and withstand Xue Wushang's attacks, with only one thought in his mind:
Tianyuan City is teetering on the brink of collapse!

Humanity has truly reached a critical juncture of life and death!

……

The fighting continued beneath the city walls, the blood seeping into the cracks between the bricks and flowing down the base of the walls in a meandering stream.

Xuan Yunzi was forced to retreat repeatedly by Xue Wushang's blood axe. His protective spiritual light was like a candle flickering in the wind. Qinglian Daogu's Qinglian Treasure Lamp was corroded with several holes by the putrid liquid spewed out by the Insect Mother, and the flame of the lamp wick was almost extinguished.

Xiang Zhili's folding fan was already broken, and his left arm hung limply at his side. He could only rely on his right arm to gather the last bit of spiritual power to resist. Hu Laomo's demon banner was pierced by the Yaksha King's bone spear. The ghostly shadow on the banner wailed and dissipated. His chest was pierced by death energy, and blood gushed out.

Only Old Ancestor Bai fared relatively better, but his comfort was short-lived, as he soon attracted the attention of the alien alliance.

The corpses of low-level cultivators had long since piled up into mountains. Some had been gnawed to the bone by mayflies, while others had their life essence drained by blood demons, their very souls unable to escape. "It's over... Tianyuan City is going to be gone..." On the city wall, a young cultivator looked at the swarming alien allied army, his eyes filled with despair, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground.

No sooner had he finished speaking than a blood demon pounced on him, his shrill screams instantly drowned out by the sounds of battle.

Just as despair was spreading into everyone's hearts, and even Xuan Yunzi was prepared to burn his primordial spirit to perish together with the enemy...

A calm yet crystal-clear voice, like a drop of clear spring water falling into boiling oil, or a morning bell tolling through the chaos, precisely penetrated the depths of the soul of every living being in Tianyuan City:

"Those who invade the territory of our human race shall die."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority, instantly drowning out the roars and screams on the battlefield.

Everyone paused instinctively, whether they were human cultivators fighting bloody battles or members of the bloodthirsty alien alliance, they all instinctively looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Atop the highest tower in Tianyuan City, the Wangxian Tower, a figure had appeared out of nowhere.

The man was dressed in a light gold robe, the hem of which moved without wind, yet no spiritual energy was leaking out. He had a handsome face and calm eyes; he was none other than Su Ning, who had previously been relatively unknown in the city.

He stood quietly atop the tower, as if he were just a passerby, but against the backdrop of despair, this ordinary figure was like a glimmer of light, quietly igniting a flame of hope in everyone's hearts.

"Hmph! Playing tricks! A mere junior cultivator dares to spout such nonsense! He's courting death!" In the Eastern Formation, Blood Prison Clan's late-stage Integration Demon Lord, Blood Wushang, was the first to react.

He couldn't understand Su Ning's cultivation level and assumed that Su Ning was harmless and posed no threat. A hint of disdain flashed in his eyes, and then he sneered and struck out with a palm from a distance.

In an instant, a gigantic, blood-red hand appeared out of thin air, its palm lines swirling with dense, malevolent blood energy. Wherever it passed, the air hissed and distorted, and even the light became warped.

This palm strike contained seventy percent of Xue Wushang's cultivation, enough to crush a small mountain into dust, let alone an ordinary Void Refinement cultivator.

Xuan Yunzi on the city wall narrowed his eyes. Just as he was about to use his last bit of spiritual power to rescue Su Ning, he saw Su Ning slowly raise his right hand, extend a slender finger, and gently tap the blood-red giant hand.

There was no earth-shattering flash of spiritual light, no surging waves of magical power, not even a wisp of wind.

The scene was filled with an extreme stillness, as if time itself had slowed down.

The next second, a horrifying scene unfolded...

The blood-red giant palm, powerful enough to destroy mountains, struck an invisible yet absolutely solid barrier a hundred feet away from Su Ning. The blood-red palm lines faded at a visible speed, and the blood-fiend power in the palm dissipated like melting snow. In the end, it left not even a trace and was completely annihilated into the air!
"what?!"

Xue Wushang's sinister smile froze instantly, his pupils shrank to the size of pinpoints, and his face was filled with horror.

He could clearly feel that his palm strike, which had accumulated half a lifetime of cultivation, was not only easily neutralized, but the bloodthirsty laws contained within it were also completely erased!
Xuan Yunzi, Qinglian Daogu, and the others on the city wall were so shocked that their mouths were agape, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Xiang Zhili forgot his injuries, and Hu Laomo stopped roaring. Everyone stared blankly at the pale golden figure at the top of the tower, as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.

Su Ning took a slow step forward, his figure floating down from the top of the tower as if taking a leisurely stroll, hovering in mid-air.

His figure remained ordinary, yet with each step he took, the entire world seemed to resonate and tremble in response!
The city walls beneath their feet no longer swayed, the clouds in the sky no longer churned, and even the sounds of battle on the battlefield faded away.

This time, he will no longer conceal his cultivation level.

He wanted to use absolute power to make all races in the spirit world submit and to declare to the spirit world that the human race was destined to prosper.

A vast and boundless, terrifying pressure, surpassing all things, descended with a thunderous roar, like a primordial beast that had slumbered for billions of years awakening!

This oppressive aura was not directed at any one person, but rather enveloped the entire Tianyuan City battlefield, carrying an indifferent and majestic air of looking down upon all living beings.

The clouds in the sky were completely dispersed by this oppressive force, revealing a dazzling yet cold starry sky; the blood-red stream on the ground stopped flowing, and even the splashed blood droplets floated in mid-air; in the surging battlefield below, countless low-level cultivators and alien beasts were as if pressed down by invisible mountains under this oppressive force, their bodies stiffened, unable to move, and even their thoughts almost stopped, they could only lie on the ground trembling.

Under this oppressive force, cultivators at the Refinement Realm were like infants facing a strong man, lacking even the courage to raise their heads; while experts at the Integration Realm felt as if a thousand-pound boulder was pressing on their chests, making it difficult to breathe and causing their spiritual energy to stagnate.

The three commanders of the alien alliance—Bloodless Sorrow, Insect Mother, and Bone Fiend—instantly turned deathly pale, their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Their eyes were filled with boundless fear and disbelief, and their voices trembled so much they could barely speak.

"Great...Great Ascension stage! Impossible! The human race only has one Great Ascension ancestor left, how could there be a second Great Ascension?!" Bone Fiend's hand holding the bone spear trembled continuously, and his teeth chattered as he spoke.

"He's Su Ning?! The cultivator who only showed his Void Refinement cultivation level in the city before?! What's going on?! Has he been hiding his strength all along?!" The Insect Mother's voice was shrill and filled with terror.

She simply couldn't accept that a powerful being in the Mahayana stage was hiding in the city that they had tried so hard to destroy.

Su Ning did not answer their questions, but simply swept his cold gaze over the three of them.

His gaze was as if he were looking at three ants, and then he uttered a judgmental statement:
"Since you're here, let's all stay."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his fingers like a sword and gently slashed at the vast, still wriggling sea of ​​mayflies.

An invisible sword aura instantly took shape, containing the sharpness of tearing space and the desolation of the Great Wilderness, silently traversing the sky.

Wherever it passed, whether it was the menacing mayfly war insects, the floating mother nest that resembled a moving mountain, or the Yaksha clan's giant bone ship that couldn't dodge in time, they were all like marks erased by an eraser, without even a chance to struggle, instantly turning into the finest dust and dissipating into the air!

With just one sword strike, a tenth of the battlefield was cleared, and the once overwhelming swarm of insects was reduced by more than half in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Su Ning turned his gaze to the three combined enemy chieftains who were already terrified. He opened his mouth slightly and blew gently.

A breath containing the essence of the Great Void was exhaled from his mouth. At first, it was as faint as a thread, but as soon as it left his mouth, it expanded instantly and transformed into a destructive storm that swept across the world!

The storm was pale gold in color. Wherever it passed, the Blood Prison Clan's demonic clouds dissipated as quickly as ice and snow encountering the blazing sun, and the Yaksha Clan's Nether Bone Giant Ship disintegrated inch by inch, even turning the hard beast bones into ashes.

Before Xue Wushang and the other two could even scream, they were swept into the storm.

They desperately activated their protective magic treasures, gathering all their life's cultivation to resist, but in the face of the Primordial Storm of the Void, these defenses were as fragile as paper and were torn apart in an instant.

The three people's physical bodies and primordial spirits were shredded by the storm, and their personal guards around them were also reduced to nothingness.

In the blink of an eye, the high-end combat force of the alien alliance was completely wiped out!

The remaining alien alliance completely collapsed. They watched as their three commanders fell instantly, and then looked at Su Ning, who was floating in mid-air like a god. They were filled with extreme fear.

Crying and screaming, they scattered and fled like headless flies, even throwing away their weapons, only thinking of escaping this battlefield that filled them with despair.

Su Ning did not pursue these low-ranking alien soldiers. He simply hovered quietly in the air, his pale gold robe fluttering in the wind, his gaze calmly surveying the ravaged battlefield.

Sunlight streamed through the parted clouds, falling upon him as if gilding him with a sacred halo.

After a deathly silence, a deafening cheer erupted from the city wall!

"We win! We win!"

"It was Senior Su! Senior Su saved us!"

"The Mahayana stage! Senior Su is actually a Mahayana stage expert!"

The surviving cultivators were moved to tears. Some collapsed to the ground and wept loudly, while others waved their weapons and cheered. Despair vanished, replaced by the ecstasy of surviving a catastrophe and awe of Su Ning.

Xuan Yunzi looked at Su Ning in mid-air, his eyes filled with gratitude and admiration.

He knew that Tianyuan City had been saved, and so had the human race.

...(End of chapter)