This is the true immortal of the Taoist sect.

Qingfeng sighed and shook his head, saying:

"Don't worry, Master will be fine. It's us..."

After saying that, Qingfeng turned around and glanced behind him.

On the entire battlefield, most of the people who had been teleported from the Xuanhuang Ancient Road for the trials had already died or been injured.

This is even though all of these trial participants are martial arts practitioners, and their physiques are in no way inferior to those of the alien races.

As for the Earth Immortal level soldiers who cultivated immortality in the ancient era, even more died.

After this period of understanding, Qingfeng and the others have figured out the cultivation path of the Immortal Ancient Era.

The so-called path to immortality is actually just a cultivation method that is not quite the same as the path of martial arts.

Immortal cultivation, from the very beginning, focuses on sensing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, absorbing it into the body, and refining it into spiritual power.

As their cultivation level continues to rise, they eventually achieve immortality on the spot, becoming cultivators at the same level as martial arts immortals.

However, cultivators of this level could only be called immortal soldiers in the ancient era.

That is, the lowest level of immortal.

In terms of strength, the immortal soldiers of immortal cultivators are clearly a level weaker than the earth immortals of martial arts cultivators.

Immortal cultivators use various magical spells as their means of attack, but their physical strength is far weaker than that of martial arts masters.

However, there is one thing that martial arts practitioners cannot match: immortal practitioners have extremely long lifespans.

Even if they are just celestial soldiers, they can easily live for three thousand years.

The lifespan of a martial arts immortal is only a few hundred to a thousand years.

Immortal weapons are divided into three grades: upper, middle, and lower. After obtaining an upper-grade immortal weapon, one can break through to the Immortal General level, which is roughly equivalent to the Martial God realm in terms of cultivation.

Celestial generals are divided into nine ranks, with the ninth rank being the lowest and the first rank being the highest.

Those who reach the level of First-Rank Immortal General are then called Immortal Kings.

Equivalent to a quasi-emperor among martial arts practitioners.

Similarly, the strength of a Celestial King is inferior to that of a Martial Dao Quasi-Emperor, but his lifespan is far longer than that of a Quasi-Emperor.

Even the weakest Immortal King can live for ten or twenty thousand years, and some with special physiques or great opportunities can live for nearly one hundred thousand years.

This is why there were so many powerful beings at the Earth Immortal Realm and Martial God Realm in the Immortal Ancient Era.

After hundreds of thousands or even millions of years of accumulation, it would be strange if it weren't substantial.

But what truly intrigued Qingfeng and his companions was that the world of the Immortal Ancient Era seemed quite different from that of later generations.

Here, spiritual practice seems to become much easier.

The constraints encountered when breaking through to a higher realm are also noticeably looser.

Qingfeng, Mingyue, and the others had only been here for a little over three months, yet they felt that their cultivation had made considerable progress.

If you were to calculate it, it could even be equivalent to several years of cultivation in the real world.

Although it's unclear whether this improvement in cultivation can be taken out, it still provides a certain boost to their current strength.

They finally understood why so many experts emerged during the Immortal Ancient Era.

Earth Immortals, who are rarely seen in the Xuan Domain of the Xuanhuang Great World, are practically everywhere here.

Living in this era is truly an incredible blessing.

The reason for this war is actually very simple; to put it bluntly, it was a struggle between races for territory.

In the ancient era, the Xuanhuang Great World did not only have the human race.

The mythical beasts of later generations are nothing compared to those of this era.

In the ancient era of immortals, besides the human race, there were many other extremely powerful alien races, collectively known as the Hundred Alien Races.

As the human race continues to rise, the number of human cultivators has even begun to rival the total number of cultivators from the other hundred races combined.

These alien races finally realized the crisis and launched a great war that would affect the entire world.

In this era, the Xuanhuang Great World was far more than just the Nine Provinces. The Nine Provinces were merely the territory where the human race lived. Beyond the Nine Provinces, there was a territory called the Outer Heavens, which was even larger than the entire Nine Provinces in terms of size.

The various races and tribes live in this place.

After the war began, all races united to conquer the human race, and have already pacified the Underworld and the Netherworld, and are now approaching the border of the Desolate State.

All the experts of the human race in Kyushu gathered here and fought desperately.

Faced with the threat of annihilation, everyone would put aside their personal grudges and emotions.

Once the defenses are breached by the various alien races, the entire Nine Provinces will be reduced to a hellish wasteland.

The human race as a whole may even disappear from the world.

Upon receiving this news, Qingfeng and the others were shocked.

I originally thought that the current Xuanhuang Great World, with its three domains and nine provinces, was already big enough, but I never expected that it was only a small part of the original Xuanhuang Great World.

As for the so-called alien races, there is absolutely no information about them in later generations.

How exactly did these strange races disappear? Why is there not a single record of them? Perhaps they were long ago lost to the annals of history.

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The alien races retreated for the time being, and the human race was finally able to rest and recuperate.

Strangely, Qingfeng and the others who were teleported here were like transparent figures to the original humans.

Even if they fight alongside and help each other alongside the original humans, the moment they turn their heads, the other side completely ignores their existence.

Qingfeng and the others were puzzled and could only attribute it to the work of the Xuanhuang Ancient Path.

So when the great battle temporarily ended, no one took charge of Qingfeng and the others' preparations; they just went about their own business.

Seeing this, Qingfeng and many other transmigrators were happy to have some free time, so they spontaneously organized themselves to gather together and help each other heal and recuperate.

As the sun set and night fell, Qingfeng, who had been sitting quietly in a cave all afternoon, slowly opened his eyes.

Beside him were Zhu Jiu and Ming Yue, while Wang Jing Shu sat at the cave entrance, as if a sword were hanging beside her, guarding her surroundings.

Looking at Wang Jingshu's slightly slender figure in the moonlight, Qingfeng couldn't help but smile slightly.

She got up and walked over, and as soon as she got close, Wang Jingshu noticed something.

She knew who it was without even turning around.

Wang Jingshu shifted to the side, still looking ahead without turning back.

Qingfeng understood immediately and naturally sat down next to her.

"Are you tired?" Qingfeng asked.

Wang Jingshu smiled and shook her head, tilting her head to rest gently on Qingfeng's shoulder.

"Senior brother, when do you think we can go back?"

The smile faded from Qingfeng's eyes, and he sighed softly.

"Sigh...perhaps...we'll wait until this epic battle is over..."

Wang Jingshu remained silent for a moment, then suddenly grasped Qingfeng's hand with the hand that was close to him.

"Regardless of whether what I experienced here is real or not, once I get out of here, I never want to be separated from you again, senior brother..."

Qingfeng looked down at her hand being held, her cheeks burning slightly.

Although they had long since confided in each other and understood each other implicitly.

But this was the first time they had acted so intimately.

Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat, but quickly calmed down.

His relationship with Wang Jingshu was cultivated over decades of spending time together, so this step was simply a natural progression.

So there won't be any awkwardness.

Qingfeng grasped Wang Jingshu's hand tightly in return and nodded:

"Yes, we'll never separate again after we go back..."

Looking at the starry sky, Wang Jingshu smiled. In her eyes, which could kill directly with sword intent, there was no longer any coldness of a sword immortal, only endless tenderness.

Just then, Qingfeng slowly extended his other hand in front of Wang Jingshu, with a pale blue lotus seed in his palm.

It looks ordinary, yet it seems to contain boundless power.