Reincarnation Immortal Venerable: Starting from the Ninety-Nineth Incarnation

The next day, just as dawn broke and the morning dew was still clinging to the grass in the valley, a burst of intense fighting sounds, so loud it made one's scalp tingle, assaulted one's ears.

Li Yanzhou and Su Qingyao opened their eyes almost simultaneously from their meditation. Without saying anything more, they quickly exchanged a glance before getting up and leaving their hiding place.

Looking up towards the direction of Qingxuan Sect, the sky seemed to have been splashed with molten iron, with flames shooting into the sky and dyeing half of the sky dark red.

The sounds of shouts of battle, the clash of weapons, and the muffled thuds of exploding spiritual energy mingled together, creating a palpable sense of intense tension that could be felt from miles away.

The purge led by the four factions has already reached a fever pitch.

The two raised their hands and pulled their masks up, covering most of their faces, revealing only a pair of calm eyes. They bent over and, using the cover of the trees and rocks, slowly approached the land where their sect's blood and tears were buried.

The closer you get to the main peak, the stronger the stench of blood becomes, mixed with the chilling demonic energy unique to the demonic path, making your chest feel tight.

Broken weapons, scattered fragments of Taoist robes, and already cold corpses were scattered everywhere on the ground. There were demonic cultivators and righteous disciples among them, which made people feel heavy-hearted.

In the open space ahead, the elders of the righteous sects had formed a battle formation. Elder Chaohua and Elder Ruoxue stood side by side at the front of the formation, their moon-white Daoist robes fluttering in the strong wind.

Elder Chaohua's jade fan danced in her hand, each wave stirring up clouds of energy that condensed into sharp blades of energy that slashed towards the enemy formation.

Elder Ruoxue's palms swirled with spiritual energy; beneath her gentle appearance lay a ruthless killing move. The two worked in perfect harmony, their combined pressure from the Transformation Realm overwhelming them.

Elders from various sects around the area also used their own methods, with spiritual energy surging and spells booming, all aimed at a temporary demonic stronghold set up below the main peak.

The stronghold was formed from demonic energy, shrouded in black mist, and guarded by dozens of demonic cultivators. The leader was a man in white robes stained with dust, holding a long sword with a chilling gleam. His posture was as upright as a pine tree, and he was none other than Li Yanran.

Li Yanzhou's heart clenched, and his fists clenched instantly.

It's him.

His brother, whom he both hated and missed day and night.

In just half a year, Li Yanran's aura was even more unfathomable than when he was in the Qingxuan Main Hall. His cultivation at the Huashu Realm was as solid as a mountain, and he was surrounded by a faint demonic aura, yet he still retained the elegance of a righteous cultivator. The two completely opposite auras blended strangely on him, without showing any conflict at all.

With a light touch of his toes, he leaped into the air like a startled swan. The moment his longsword was drawn, a cold light pierced through the black mist, and the sword wind was as sharp as a knife. He simultaneously faced the combined attack of four righteous elders.

The four elders were all the backbone of their respective sects, with the lowest cultivation level being the early stage of the Transformation Realm. When they joined forces, their power was immense. Their spells and weapons intertwined to form an impenetrable net, yet Li Yanran was not at a disadvantage in the slightest.

His swordsmanship was incredibly fast. His sword moves possessed both the elegance of the Qingxuan Sect's orthodox swordsmanship and the ruthlessness and cunning of a demonic cultivator. He swept his longsword horizontally, forcing back the attack of the elder on the left. With a slight twist of his wrist, he precisely aimed the tip of his sword at the elder on the right's weakness. With a sway of his body, he dodged the spell coming from behind and thrust his sword straight at his opponent's throat.

Amidst the flashing sword light, his white robes billowed, his hair slightly disheveled; though he was engaged in a bloody battle, he exuded a chillingly aloof arrogance.

The four elders launched a series of powerful attacks, their spiritual energy blasting the ground and sending shards of stone flying, but they were unable to break through his sword barrier. Instead, they were forced to retreat step by step.

Li Yanzhou was deeply shaken.

He knew his brother was extremely talented, but his current strength had already exceeded his imagination.

Just then, Li Yanran's longsword suddenly trembled, and the sword energy surged, forcing back the four attacking elders. He then landed steadily on a boulder.

He slightly raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through the chaotic battlefield, as if drawn by some invisible force, landing directly in the direction where Li Yanzhou was hiding.

Their eyes met suddenly in the air.

Li Yanzhou's breath caught in his throat, and his blood seemed to freeze.

Beneath the mask, his lips trembled slightly, his heart churning with anger, doubt, resentment, and a trace of attachment that he himself was unwilling to admit.

Li Yanran's eyes remained icy, devoid of any warmth. Her lips moved almost imperceptibly, uttering no sound, yet Li Yanzhou clearly understood those words:

"My foolish younger brother"

The next second, Li Yanran withdrew his gaze, his face completely expressionless. He brandished his longsword and charged back into the battle.

His sword was faster and more ruthless. Wherever his sword energy passed, the spells of the righteous cultivators collapsed. Seeing this, the morale of several weaker demon cultivators soared, and they roared and launched a counterattack. In a short time, he single-handedly turned the tide of the battle.

"Li Yanran! You traitor to your sect, how dare you resist!" An elder roared, his spiritual energy condensing into a giant palm, which slammed down on Li Yanran.

Li Yanran sneered, his longsword slashing diagonally, easily piercing the giant palm. His tone was indifferent yet carried an undeniable force: "Betrayal? The Qingxuan Sect has long been destroyed, so what betrayal is there to speak of?"

"Where is Mo Yuan! Let him come out and face his death!" someone shouted from within the formation, their voice filled with rage. "He destroyed my Qingxuan, killed my fellow cultivators, and yet he dares to hide behind the scenes!"

Upon hearing this, Li Yanran swept his longsword horizontally, forcing back all his opponents. Standing in the center of the demonic energy, he glanced across the entire battlefield and spoke in a clear, cold voice that echoed throughout the battlefield: "The Demon Lord has important matters to attend to and has no time to entangle with you. If you want to settle accounts with him, you'll have to get past me first."

Before he finished speaking, his demonic and spiritual energy surged simultaneously, and his longsword pointed straight to the sky, clearly indicating his intention to stop the entire righteous alliance single-handedly.

Just as both sides were preparing for another desperate battle, an extremely faint black signal flare suddenly rose into the air from behind the demonic stronghold, exploding into a strange, dark flower in mid-air.

Almost at the same instant the signal flare exploded, all the demonic cultivators who were holding out seemed to have received a death order. Their movements were uniform, and they no longer lingered in the fight, retreating one after another.

They covered each other, releasing a large amount of black mist to obscure their vision, and moved at an astonishing speed, retreating several feet away in just a few breaths.

This massive all-out offensive came to an abrupt end.

Caught off guard, the righteous cultivators tried to give chase, but were blocked by the black mist and the remaining sword energy, and could only watch helplessly as the demonic cultivators retreated.

The black mist gradually dissipated, leaving only a scene of devastation on the battlefield. The fires were still burning, but the sounds of fighting slowly subsided.

The righteous people stood there, their expressions complex, a mixture of anger, doubt, and relief at surviving a calamity.

Li Yanzhou stood frozen in place, his palms soaked with cold sweat.

Li Yanran's glance and smile just now burned like fire in his chest.

He could no longer suppress the emotions surging within him. He took a step forward and was about to rush out regardless of everything. He wanted to get to the bottom of things and confront them face to face.

"Yanzhou!"

With lightning speed, Su Qingyao grabbed his wrist and pulled him backward with all her might, pressing his shoulders down and forcibly pinning him behind the rocks.

Her face was pale, and her voice was barely audible: "Don't be impulsive! If you go out now, not only will you not get to Senior Brother Li, but you'll also expose your identity, and you'll lose all your chances! Trust me, wait a little longer..."

Li Yanzhou's chest heaved violently, his eyes were bloodshot, and his whole body was restraining the surging spiritual energy.

But seeing Su Qingyao's anxious eyes, he finally stopped in his tracks.

On the other side of the battlefield, Li Yanran, who was about to turn and disappear into the black mist, took in the whole scene.

His gaze paused almost imperceptibly, landing on the calm and refined spiritual energy emanating from Li Yanzhou.

The once useless, incompetent person who couldn't even grasp the basics of Qi cultivation and needed constant protection has now reached the peak of the Qi Sensing Realm, possessing a profound aura and a solid foundation, and is only one step away from the Qi Suppression Realm.

In just six months, he went from being unable to cultivate to gradually catching up with the ranks of geniuses. This progress is truly astonishing.

A faint, almost imperceptible warmth quietly rippled beneath the frozen surface of his heart.

His relief remained hidden deep within his heart, while his face maintained its cold and sinister expression.

Li Yanran did not leave immediately, but turned around again and looked at the place where Li Yanzhou was hiding.

This time, he slightly curled the corners of his lips, revealing a very faint yet penetrating smile. Without speaking or lingering, he turned and disappeared into the black mist, vanishing momentarily among the ruins of the Qingxuan Sect.

"Yanzhou." Su Qingyao gently tugged at his sleeve, her voice low and filled with worry, "Don't just stand there, it's too dangerous here. Let's retreat first and discuss this further."

Li Yanzhou slowly came back to his senses, and the shock and confusion in his eyes gradually subsided, transforming into a deep and unfathomable determination.

He nodded without turning back, taking one last look at the direction of the main peak of the Qingxuan Sect, now only ruins remained.

"Walk."

He uttered a single word in a low, hoarse voice.

The two lowered their profile again, quietly withdrew from the battlefield, and disappeared into the mountains and forests.

But in Li Yanzhou's heart, the flame that wanted to find out the truth and find his brother burned even more fiercely than the firelight in the sky at this moment.

He knew that this was far from over.

One day, he will personally unravel all the mysteries.