Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

In the distance, on the horizon, a surging aura of demonic energy rolled in.

At first it was just a thin line of ink, but in the blink of an eye it spread everywhere, like a sheet of Xuan paper splattered with thick ink.

It quickly permeated the pristine sky above Qingyun Mountain.

A cold wind howled, carrying a pungent, fishy stench, causing the pines and cypresses along the edge of Yunhai Square to sway violently and groan under the weight of the storm.

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

The sound of something tearing through the air was sharp and piercing, ripping apart the sky.

In the blink of an eye, more than twenty figures exuding a powerful aura appeared.

It broke through the clouds like a ghost and landed steadily on the square.

They came in various forms, and the surging magical energy around them disrupted the spiritual energy in the square.

Following closely behind was a vast, dark mass of demonic cultivators wielding all sorts of bizarre magical artifacts.

Like locusts passing through, they were so dense that they almost covered half the sky.

Their faces bore undisguised cruelty and murderous intent.

Greedy eyes swept over every righteous disciple in the square, as if scrutinizing lambs to the slaughter.

The members of the Demonic Sect settled down, and an immense pressure instantly enveloped the entire area.

This created a tense standoff with the righteous alliance, which was on high alert.

For a moment, Yunhai Square was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sounds were heavy breathing and the muffled thumping of hearts.

Many of the young disciples turned pale, their hands trembling slightly as they held the magical artifacts.

Even though they were mentally prepared, when the terrifying power of the demonic forces coming out in full force truly pressed down on them.

That fear, originating from the depths of his soul, was still hard to suppress.

Even some well-informed elders and chief monks felt their mouths go dry at this moment.

My heart was pounding wildly in my chest, and my palms were already clammy with cold sweat.

"Hahaha, Daoxuan, long time no see!"

A hoarse, piercing laugh shattered the deathly silence.

At the front of the demonic sect's camp, an old, hunched figure stepped out from the crowd, his face withered and his eyes sunken.

But those eyes gleamed with a venomous, sinister light.

It was filled with long-suppressed resentment and the smug satisfaction of impending success.

"Poison God!"

Dao Xuan Zhenren's gaze fell on him, and he spoke in a deep voice.

Unlike the tension of those around him, his expression was strangely calm.

Like a bottomless ancient pool, it remains undisturbed.

"I didn't expect you to still remember me."

The Poison God licked his chapped lips, his killing intent almost solidifying.

A hint of undisguised disdain flashed across Dao Xuan's face:

"How can one forget a defeated foe?"

His gaze was like lightning as he slowly swept over the group of bizarre demonic figures behind the Poison God.

"And then there's this bunch of cowardly demons and monsters... Hmph, how dare they set foot on my sacred Qingyun Land!"

"That old scoundrel Dao Xuan, even on the verge of death, still dares to be so stubborn!"

"Such arrogance! Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

"Today we gather here to slaughter your Qingyun Sect, to grind you self-proclaimed righteous hypocrites to dust, and to wipe away a century of shame!"

Enraged by Dao Xuan's contempt, the members of the Demonic Sect began to shout and curse.

All sorts of foul language rang out, and the square was instantly filled with noise.

The Poison God raised his hand in a gesture of suppression, silencing the commotion behind him. He stepped forward and said in a sinister tone:

"I suppose you, Dao Xuan, have lived in the deep mountains for so long that you no longer recognize the heroes of the world."

Today I'll let you die knowing why. Ladies and gentlemen, state your names.

"So that Dao Xuan Zhenren may know who killed him today!"

"What Senior Poison God said is absolutely right."

A gentle voice rang out, and the Ghost King, dressed in a Confucian robe and with a gaunt face, stepped forward.

A faint smile played at the corners of his lips, but his gaze was sharp as a knife as he swept over the righteous disciples.

"I am Wanrenwang from the Ghost King Sect of the Holy Sect. I greet Dao Xuan Zhenren and fellow Daoists."

"Chang Sheng Tang, Yu Yang Zi is here!" A tall, arrogant middle-aged man's voice boomed like a bell.

"Greetings, Lady Sanmiao from the Hehuan Sect."

The woman's naturally alluring voice possesses a captivating charm.

Lady Sanmiao, dressed in pink, had a captivating gaze, yet it concealed a murderous intent.

……

One after another, names that dominated the demonic path were announced.

With each additional person added, the solemnity on the faces of those on the righteous path deepened.

The leaders of the four major factions of the Demonic Cult have all arrived, along with many reclusive old demons and notorious tycoons.

This lineup represents the most prosperous period for the demonic path in hundreds of years.

Even the highly accomplished and experienced Master Puhong and Master Qingwei of Shushan were not immune to the dangers.

At this moment, I couldn't help but be slightly distracted, and the tension in my heart tightened even more.

Let's look at our own side again...

The crowd's gazes swept over Dao Xuan, whose face still seemed somewhat ashen.

Then he looked at Pu Hong and Qing Wei, who were slumped in their chairs, looking listless.

And Tian Buyi and others who even needed their disciples' support to stand.

A sense of despair quietly spread.

The members of the demonic sect took in the expressions of panic, anger, and helplessness on the faces of the righteous disciples, and couldn't help but scoff.

"Look at them, are they scared out of their wits?"

"Hahaha, you've always been so righteous, but now you've become a spineless coward!"

"Qingyun Sect? After today, they will only be a stepping stone for our Holy Sect!"

How could a righteous disciple tolerate such humiliation?

Immediately, some hot-blooded individuals roared and were about to unleash their magical weapons to fight to the death.

"Sect Leader, Senior Brother!"

At this critical moment, Master Shuiyue's resolute voice, transmitted clearly to Daoxuan's ears through a secret technique.

"If things are hopeless, please prioritize the Qingyun lineage and lead your elite disciples to break through the encirclement!"

"Qingyun Sect... cannot perish in our hands!"

Shang Zhengliang and Tianyun Daoist beside her exchanged a glance and nodded almost imperceptibly, their eyes filled with the same resolute determination.

Dao Xuan seemed not to hear the commotion and whispers below; he remained silent.

His gaze was deep, as if he were waiting for something.

Only after Shuiyue transmitted her voice did he slightly turn his head, give the people behind him a reassuring look, and gently shake his head.

Suddenly, he raised his head, his gaze like two tangible bolts of cold lightning, shooting towards a point of emptiness at the edge of the square. His voice was calm yet carried an undeniable authority:

"Having watched the spectacle for so long, aren't you going to show yourself?"

These words caused concern among both the righteous disciples who were about to take action.

Even the smug demonic sect members were startled and followed Dao Xuan's gaze.

"Dao Xuan Zhenren is indeed highly skilled. I admire him greatly."

A calm, serene voice, seemingly imbued with some strange magic.

It resonated in everyone's heart without warning.

The voice wasn't loud, but it instantly drowned out all the noise in the room.

Immediately afterwards, ripples spread across the void where Dao Xuan's gaze fell, and a figure slowly emerged.

The newcomer was dressed in a wide robe with black and red stripes, his black hair was loose, and his face appeared ordinary.

Yet he had a pair of eyes that seemed to have seen through all the ways of the world, eyes that contained endless loneliness and indifference.

He walked with ease, stepping on invisible steps, and in just a few steps he arrived above the square.