Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Outside the gates of the Qiyun Sect, it was no longer the domain of the demon race.

Above the sky, dark clouds pressed down on the mountains. Gu Changjin sat upright in the Demon Emperor's palace, while the old crane immortal, his face bruised and swollen, pulled the carriage, his head bowed and his eyes downcast, not daring to even flutter his wings.

Behind the palace, seven demon immortals, including the Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape, the Thousand-Legged Heavenly Centipede, and the Black-Winged Wind Tiger, stood on the clouds, their demonic aura spreading out and blotting out the sun.

More than twenty great demon kings manifested their true forms, resembling living mountain peaks, and occupied the area outside the Qiyun Sect.

Further on, there were countless demon kings, demon generals, and demon soldiers.

Demonic banners fluttered like a forest, and murderous intent surged like a tide, but that wasn't the most frightening thing.

Turning our gaze, on the demonic side, a howling wind howled and a sea of ​​blood churned.

Black demon ships pierced through the clouds, their prows adorned with white bone lanterns.

Those major demonic sects that were usually suppressed by the Qiyun Sect and could only hide in the gutter today actually overturned their ancestral graves.

Seven demonic immortals emerged from the blood mist, one after another.

Some wore human skin cloaks, some held the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and some trod on the Netherworld Blood River. They all laughed more like demons than the demon race.

Meanwhile, things were not peaceful in the rogue cultivator camp either.

Two ragged old men slowly walked out.

One carried a broken gourd on his back, and the other leaned on a bamboo cane.

They looked like beggars, but when they took a step, the very essence of heaven and earth seemed to sink.

Seven demon immortals, seven evil immortals, and two wandering immortals.

Sixteen powerful cultivators at the Nascent Soul stage gathered outside the gates of Qiyun Mountain.

Gu Changjin couldn't help but twitch his lips as he looked at these guys who usually kept to themselves but came out today to beat a dog when it was down.

Good heavens! When someone's down on their luck, everyone kicks them while they're down!

How badly has Qi Yun Sect managed to gain popularity?

Below, the mountains and plains were covered with allied forces from various directions.

The demon army exuded a murderous aura that soared to the heavens. The allied forces of the demonic path churned in a sea of ​​blood, while the chaotic army of rogue cultivators glared with burning fervor.

Those minor righteous sects who were forcibly "invited" trembled as they shouted to supervise the demon race and condemn injustice.

The scene was absurd and shockingly so.

Inside the Qiyun Sect, the bells tolled loudly, one after another, like a death knell.

In front of the Golden Summit Hall, the sect leader, dressed in a purple-gold robe, had a livid face and finally lost all composure.

"Activate the formation!"

"The Taiqing Ziwei Yin-Yang Sword Formation!"

boom!

Deep within the Qiyun Mountains, the spiritual energy of the earth's veins, accumulated over millennia, was forcibly extracted.

A purple-gold array diagram unfolded horizontally, the Taiqing sword energy was like an inverted Milky Way, and the Ziwei starlight was like thousands of divine eyes opening.

At this moment, the entire Qiyun Sect was like a sword beast that had been awakened, suddenly opening its mouth full of fangs.

Thousands of sword energies transformed into a net that enveloped the mountain gate. Each sword energy was like a living thing, not only slashing at the demon race but also chasing after and killing human cultivators, specifically targeting and annihilating the weaker members of the allied forces.

A group of demonic cultivators who rushed too fast were instantly cut into pieces by the sword net as soon as they approached the mountain gate.

Several demon kings attempted to force their way in, but their demonic bodies were pierced by starlight, and they retreated with screams of agony.

This is the source of the Qi Yun Sect's confidence in holding on until now.

The Taiqing Ziwei Yin-Yang Sword Formation cannot withstand a combined assault from all the immortals, but it can annihilate the lower-level allied forces, wear them down, and buy time.

Immediately afterwards, six figures flew out of the main hall.

The Purple Gold Sect Master stood at the forefront, followed by the remaining two Human Immortals of the Qi Yun Sect, as well as two Human Immortals from other sects who had come to join him.

The appearance of the sixth figure caused the demon camp to fall silent for a moment.

It was a demon immortal, with a body as large as a mountain, bone spurs growing on its back, and gray-white eyes.

The demonic aura was violent, yet it carried a deathly stillness that had been repeatedly refined.

In the center of its back, there is an empty blood groove, as if its spine had been forcibly removed.

The Purple Gold Sect Leader sneered, looking at the allied forces stretching across the vast expanse before him.

"Did you see that?"

"A thousand years ago, this demon also claimed to be the indomitable demon race."

"Aren't you now the guardian spirit beast of my Qiyun Sect?"

His voice echoed throughout the heavens and earth, as if he were deliberately speaking to Gu Changjin.

"No matter how arrogant you demons are, in the end, you can only be the gatekeepers and guards of my Qiyun Sect!"

These words did not frighten the demons; instead, they were like a fire thrown into a pot of boiling oil.

The Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape's eyes turned red instantly as it stared at the spineless demon, its teeth grinding together.

"Spineless beast! No... I mean, brother with broken bones."

It suddenly swung its ironwood club and shattered the sea of ​​clouds with a single step.

"Scrap from the Qi Yun Sect!"

"Today I will avenge the demon race!"

boom!

The Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape was the first to crash into the sword formation.

Countless Taiqing sword energies struck its body, splashing up large amounts of blood, but it did not retreat at all.

With a single blow, the mountain-guarding demon was sent flying.

"Wake up!"

"Still acting like someone's dog?"

"How shameful!"

As the Mountain-Shaking Demon Ape made its move, the entire world exploded.

Seven demon immortals charged out, and seven evil immortals grinned as they unleashed the Myriad Soul Banner, the Netherworld Blood Sea, and the White Bone Demon Tower.

The two wandering immortals were no slouch either; they toppled over the broken gourd, spilling out a cloud of yellow sand.

With a tap of the bamboo staff, the spiritual vein in front of the Qiyun Sect's mountain gate was knocked askew.

Sixteen against six, with a massive army of demons, demonic flying boats, and a coalition of rogue cultivators providing support.

This isn't a battle of wits, it's a righteous brawl.

Even with the support of the Taiqing Ziwei Yin-Yang Sword Formation, the leader of the Zijin Sect and his group were forced to retreat in defeat.

As soon as one of the outer sect immortals unleashed his magic weapon, three demon immortals pounced on him simultaneously.

"Hehehe, this treasure is quite good, it's mine now!"

"Get lost! Whoever grabs it keeps it!"

"Kill first, then divide the loot!"

On the other side, the green-robed immortal had half of his sleeve ripped off by a claw from the black-winged wind tiger, and was then hit on the back of the head by a gourd from the rogue old beggar, almost falling into the mountain gate on the spot.

For the first time, the immortals of the Qiyun Sect experienced what it meant to be part of a vast ocean of people's war.

Gu Changjin ignored these small fry and focused his gaze on the depths of the sword formation.

The Taiqing Ziwei Yin-Yang Sword Formation was indeed unable to defend against the siege of immortals, but it was frantically annihilating the lower-level allied forces.

The small demons were torn apart by the sword energy, and some rogue cultivators who rushed in were nailed to death by the Purple Starlight.

Gu Changjin's eyes narrowed, and he snorted coldly.

"Annoying thing."

He finally stood up from the Demon Lord's Palace, and in the next instant, his terrifying cultivation at the peak of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm erupted.

As darkness fell, the phantom of a colossal, sky-devouring serpent appeared out of thin air.

The enormous serpent's body didn't rush towards Qi Yun the Immortal, but instead coiled around the main peak of the Qi Yun Sect.

The scene was so stunning.

Like a giant black-gold python from the primordial era, it coiled around a sacred mountain.

The Taiqing sword energy slashed wildly at the illusory image of the Bashe.

Ding ding ding.

Like a swarm of ants gnawing on iron.

Gu Changjin ignored the rain of swords falling from the sky.

He raised his fist, and the Great Dao of Devouring condensed on the tip of his fist.

The target is neither the Purple Gold Sect Master nor any immortal.

Rather, it is the Heavenly Secrets Disc, located deep within the Qiyun Sect, which suppresses the fortunes of the Nine Provinces and determines the fate of all living beings.

The Purple Gold Sect Leader's pupils constricted sharply; something was wrong.

"No!"

He finally panicked.

"Stop him!"

But it was too late.

Gu Changjin slammed his fist down.

boom--!

This punch seemed to strike at the very fate of the entire Kyushu.

First came a brief, deathly silence.

Then, a snapping sound.

The sound wasn't loud, but it spread throughout every inch of the land and into everyone's mind.

A bottomless crack appeared on the Heavenly Secrets Disc.

The next moment, the Taiqing Ziwei Yin-Yang Sword Formation trembled violently.

The sword energy dissipated, the starlight went out, and the entire protective formation of the Qiyun Sect collapsed with a deafening cry, like a sword beast whose throat had been choked.

At the same time, countless cultivators across the land of Kyushu suddenly looked up.

Inside the secluded cultivator's cave, an old Golden Core cultivator was weeping.

"That's all..."

"The shackles that bound me from breaking free have vanished!!"

Within a small sect, the Nascent Soul ancestor trembled all over, his cultivation, which had stagnated for a hundred years, actually stirred slightly.

Inside the Demonic Sect's gates, a demonic cultivator laughed wildly, feeling his cultivation level begin to rise.

Above the mortal city, the long-parched clouds parted, and a long-awaited drizzle fell.

The shackles that had bound the fate of all living beings in the dark have been broken.

Outside the Qiyun Sect, the allied forces erupted in a deafening roar.

"The Celestial Compass has cracked!"

"His fate is sealed!"

"Qi Yun Sect is finished!"

The Purple Gold Sect Leader was backfired by the formation and spat out a mouthful of blood.

He stared intently at the cracks on the celestial compass, and despair and madness finally surfaced in his eyes.

The Qi Yun Sect's overt power is gone.

The Taiqing Ziwei Yin-Yang Sword Formation was also broken.

The prestige that the Qiyun Sect had accumulated over a thousand years was gone.

He turned around abruptly, looking at the ancestral hall behind the main hall, his voice trembling with a distorted intensity.

"Please invite the Ancestral Master!"

"Open the blood coffin that transports blood!"