Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

Several hours later, an edict issued by the Qingyun Sect sounded like a thunderclap.

The news spread instantly throughout the six states, across the four seas and eight wastelands, to every corner of the Dou Qi Continent:

The extraterrestrial demon "Taotie" descended from the newly merged world, devouring all living beings and turning everything in its path into a dead zone.

They are now approaching the eastern border of the Dou Qi Continent and will soon invade the Divine Land.

This is a cataclysmic event, concerning the survival of six states.

All my fellow cultivators who are at or above the Shangqing Realm shall immediately proceed to the eastern border of the Dou Qi Continent;

Cultivators in the Jade Purity Realm can make their own choices to protect all living beings.

The fate of the nation rests on this battle!

When the news spread, the world was in an uproar.

Who could have imagined that the newly arrived world was not a blessed land, but a monster's lair that brought annihilation?

In the images transmitted back from the border, the blood-red sky blotted out the sun.

The black tide of monsters was endless, and the towns that were devoured were reduced to ruins.

The cries of the fleeing people shook the heavens...

The scenes were shocking, sending chills down the spines and making everyone who saw them feel cold.

"This...this is clearly an attempt to cut off our human race's path to survival!"

An old monk who had lived in seclusion for many years had trembling hands, and tears streamed down his cloudy eyes.

"I have cultivated for a hundred years, and all I seek is immortality and carefree life."

But what is the point of immortality if the nation and family perish and the bloodline is severed?!

"Escape? Where to escape to?"

A sect leader slammed his fist on the table in the council hall, his voice ringing out like iron.

"If the Central Plains are destroyed, all six other states will perish!"

If we retreat today, we'll have nowhere to stand tomorrow! Issue my order:

All disciples of the Heavenly Sword Sect at the eighth level of the Jade Purity Realm and above, shall accompany me on this expedition!

Without much hesitation, on the vast land of China.

Countless streams of light shot into the sky from mountains, lakes, and sect caves.

Streaks of sword light and streaks of escape light flowed like a galaxy swimming upstream.

They gathered from all over the land and sped towards the Eastern Dou Qi Continent.

Within just a few hours, more than 100,000 cultivators had set off;

One day later, the number had exceeded 500,000;

Three days later, a vast army of cultivators, numbering nearly a million, filled the skies above the eastern border of Shenzhou, like dark clouds obscuring the sun!

Meanwhile, Wan Jianyi had already assembled at the Qingyun Sect.

He stood in front of Tongtian Peak Square, dressed in white as snow, holding the Zhuxian Ancient Sword in his arms.

Behind him were Qingyun's elite troops—the lowest level being the Upper Qing level three, including elders such as Cangsong, Zeng Shuchang, and Shang Zhengliang.

These people represent the foundation of the Qingyun Sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years.

It is a mainstay that has survived the great battle between good and evil and the chaos of the beast gods.

Further away, thousands of Qingyun disciples stood in formation.

Although their cultivation levels varied, everyone had a resolute expression and no fear in their eyes.

He glanced back in the direction of the Jade Purity Palace.

The place remained calm, but he could sense terrifying energy emanating from the forbidden area behind the mountain.

The sect leader... is still preparing that killer move that could turn the tide of the battle.

"Set off!"

A cyan sword light shot into the sky, like the Milky Way flowing backwards, tearing through the sky and heading straight east.

At this moment, Dao Xuan was indeed making preparations.

On the shore of Tianchi Lake, a massive Taiji formation covering hundreds of miles has been set up.

Within the formation, the water of the Heavenly Pool was stirred, transforming into countless crystalline water threads that intertwined in the air to form a net.

The true fire of the sun and the true water of the moon descend from the ninth heaven.

A red and blue energy vortex forms at the core of the formation.

The divine tree swayed, scattering countless blue light spots across the sky—the purest essence of life.

Each pill is enough to extend the lifespan of an ordinary person by ten years.

At the center of the formation, Dao Xuan sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed.

Three things floated in front of him: the chaotic energy formed from the nascent Emperor-grade pill, the mountain of rare and precious materials obtained from the ancient Emperor's cave, and... his own condensed life essence blood.

"Not enough..." Dao Xuan frowned slightly.

He formed a hand seal, and the Tai Chi diagram behind him unfolded with a roar, covering the entire formation. The Yin and Yang energies transformed into a millstone, which began to slowly rotate.

The chaotic energy was drawn into the center of the millstone and merged with the rare and precious materials.

The drop of Tai Chi true blood fell like the finishing touch on a painting, causing the entire formation to light up suddenly!

"Buzz—"

The vast array began to tremble, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged in wildly, even stirring up the chaotic currents deep within the void.

The energy within the formation is undergoing a qualitative change, sublimating, and ascending towards some ineffable realm.

Dao Xuan knew he only had one chance.

If this "weapon" is completed, it will be enough to turn the tide of the battle.

On the eastern border of the Dou Qi Continent, beneath a blood-red sky.

When the powerful figures from the vast land of China arrived one after another, the scene before them left everyone speechless.

What a land it was!

The sky was an ever-present dark red, as if soaked in the blood of billions of living beings.

The earth was cracked, the rivers dried up, the vegetation withered, and the air was thick with the stench of blood and decay.

On the distant horizon, a black tide of monsters was slowly advancing.

Wherever it went, even the soil was swallowed up, leaving only bare rocks.

What's even more chilling are the fleeing creatures.

Ragged mortals carried infants on their backs, stumbling along the cracked earth, their feet blistered and bleeding.

Every step left a bloody mark.

The monk with the missing arm dragged his companion's corpse with his remaining hand.

His eyes had lost their sparkle, leaving only a mechanical survival instinct.

"Help!" someone shouted.

Hundreds of streaks of light, like falling meteors, plunged into the fleeing crowd.

Gu Yuan unleashed a palm strike, as powerful as a mountain, shattering the hundreds of Taotie monsters that had been chasing him into a bloody mist.

With a wave of his sleeve, the Soul Emperor unleashed his battle aura, which enveloped a radius of three miles, instantly turning the monsters within into withered bones.

The Emperor Donghua's imperial might was overwhelming, with nine phantom dragons coiling around his body, causing all monsters to crumble in his wake.

Mo Yuan, the Supreme God, and the Xuanyuan Sword…!

The fleeing people were stunned, and then burst into deafening cries.

It wasn't sadness, but the ecstatic joy of escaping from a desperate situation, the catharsis after suppressing despair for too long.

"Reinforcements! Reinforcements from the New World have arrived!"

"Heaven has eyes... Heaven has eyes!"

"Hold on! Everyone, hold on! We're saved!"

A woman wearing tattered armor was already exhausted.

Her left arm was severed at the shoulder, the wound was gruesome, and blood had stained half of her body red.

A little girl, about five or six years old, was strapped to her back. The girl was pale and was clinging tightly to her neck.

The woman held a broken spear in her right hand, the tip still dripping black blood.

Just as she was about to be pounced on by the three Taotie monsters, a streak of cyan sword energy swept past.

"Pfft!"

Three ferocious heads shot into the sky.

Wan Jianyi landed in front of her and took out a Qingyun Sect healing pill: "Take this, then take the child and retreat to the back."

The woman stared at him blankly, then suddenly knelt down with a thud.

His voice was hoarse and broken: "Please, senior... save this world... save these children..."

The little girl on her back also began to sob softly.

Wan Jianyi remained silent, helped her up, placed the pill in her hand, and patted the little girl's head: "We will do our best."