Chapter 1216: Chapter 1216
An Immortal Boat cleaved the wind and waves, parting the spiritual energy around it as if it were split in two. Only when the Immortal Boat stopped above the Nine Immortal Holy Land did the spiritual energy swirl and then return to its original form.
On the Immortal Boat stood several figures, the leader being a handsome young man. He glanced at Huang Qingque and Fang Chen and smiled. "Are you two so worried about me that you want to watch in person here?"
Huang Qingque smiled in return. "It's not that we don't trust you, Brother Xi. It's just that we happened to be delayed here for a few years. Once you finish handling the stuff for Myriad Immortal Palace, I'll be leaving."
After a pause, he looked around. He didn't know when it had happened, but the Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land was already surrounded by cultivators of the Myriad Immortal Palace.
There were cultivators in the Middle Three Realms and the Upper Three Realms around. There were also Loose Immortals, ranging from first to third transformation.
The number of these cultivators exceeded Huang Qingque's previous estimate. He strongly suspected that Myriad Immortal Palace had mobilized its entire sect to wipe out the Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land.
If that were truly the case, it wouldn't be wrong for people in the world to call them mad. He had rarely seen such grudges borne without regard for profit or loss. When one side had nowhere to retreat, it meant they were willing to go all the way.
Huang Qingque suddenly asked, "Has your palace master arrived? Can you introduce me?"
Xi Zian's eyes flashed with cold sarcasm. He smiled and replied, "The palace master has indeed come, but he probably doesn't want to see you. Although you come from a respectable background, you're still a junior. If the palace master wants to meet anyone, it would be your family elders."
The Myriad Immortal Palace might only have a fifth-transformation Loose Immortal at its helm—weaker when compared to the seventh-transformation Loose Immortal of the Huang Family—but that didn't mean that Immortal Xingyu of the Myriad Immortal Palace had to show any respect to a junior like Huang Qingque.
Even disrespecting Huang Qingque to his face wouldn't incite conflict between the two. At their level, face rarely mattered. It was always about interests and scope, never courtesy.
"Besides the two of you, we felt it right to give the cultivators here an explanation, so we invited them to witness the ceremony," Xi Zian smiled. "By now they ought to be arriving."
Just then, Immortal Boats rushed over one after another.
On these Immortal Boats stood sect leaders, grand elders, and elders from the major sects in Prison Wind. Some were Loose Immortals; some were at Ascension, Tribulation, or Dao Union realms. Such beings numbered nearly ten thousand, spread across over a hundred Immortal Boats.
Some looked doubtful and unsettled, some indifferent and expressionless, while others showed faint signs of panic.
Fang Chen glanced over and saw Yu Tingzhai and others from the Yin Holy Sect, Xu Changshi and others from the Thousand Dao Tower, as well as the Qu and Du families. One conspicuous absence was Li Wuwang of the Heavenly Sword Division. A ripple like a disturbance passed through Fang Chen's gray eyes, then subsided.
"Go to the Heavenly Sword Division and inform Li Wuwang that Myriad Immortal Palace is going to make a move against them."
A figure quietly disappeared beside Fang Chen.
Neither Xi Zian nor Huang Qingque noticed.
Fang Chen glanced at Xi Zian, who happened to look back at him and smiled with a nod.
Fang Chen returned the smile, then said to Huang Qingque, "Young Master Qingque, I see a few acquaintances. I'll go greet them."
In front of outsiders, he still addressed him as "Young Master" instead of fellow cultivator. Googlᴇ search 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭•𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢•𝓷𝓮𝓽
Huang Qingque nodded. "Go ahead. This place has nothing to do with us anyway."
Fang Chen did not head toward the Yin Holy Sect but went to find Qu Ge instead. The two chatted casually like old friends who hadn't met in years, not drawing much attention.
Xi Zian saw this and just smiled, withdrawing his gaze as he chatted with Huang Qingque.
"I heard that Myriad Immortal Palace is a powerful sect from outside. The Loose Immortals stationed within their sect are extremely formidable."
"If not, they wouldn't have openly declared their intent to wipe out the entire Nine Immortal Mountain. I told you, Nine Immortal Mountain's actions have been decreasing these years; apparently, they have noticed something."
"But... why don't they run?"
"I'm afraid they can't escape. Look around. All these unfamiliar faces are Myriad Immortal Palace cultivators. Their strength probably far exceeds what we imagined."
"This... The majestic Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land, possibly the top sect on Chaotic Star, is about to face total destruction? I really didn't expect that."
"We were all invited to watch, so this is probably Myriad Immortal Palace's show of force. After today, the situation here will change drastically. Perhaps we should all think carefully."
"You mean... the Myriad Immortal Palace will intervene in the affairs of Chaotic Star?"
The crowd whispered, but most communicated through voice transmission, so the surroundings remained very quiet and solemn.
The Heavenly Sword Division.
Li Wuwang looked at the first-transformation Loose Immortal before him, thinking deeply about the message just conveyed.
Du Yunxu quietly watched Li Wuwang, knowing that the man was facing a momentous decision.
Li Wuwang asked in a low voice, "How much time do we have left?"
Du Yunxu was about to speak when both of them looked outside at the same time.
A trace of self-mockery appeared on Li Wuwang's face. "So, there's no time left."
The next moment, his voice echoed in the ears of all the sword cultivators in the Heavenly Sword Division.
"Enter the Underworld."
Enter the Underworld!
Enter the Underworld!
Enter the Underworld!
The prepared sword cultivators of the Heavenly Sword Division dropped all their tasks, set up the soul guiding lanterns they had prepared beforehand, and began to enter the Underworld.
Outside, several third-transformation cultivators and a large group of second-transformation immortals watched the Heavenly Sword Division below.
"Leave two here to prevent them from escaping," a third transformation cultivator gave the order.
He led a group of second and first transformation Loose Immortals into the Heavenly Sword Division.
Inside, they saw that the cultivators' bodies remained, but their souls were absent.
"Yin Walking? Ha, Yin Walking at this hour. They deserve to die; kill them outright, and their souls will have less journey to make."
At the command, the sword cultivators inside the Heavenly Sword Division dropped dead one after the other. For each killed, the leader marked a tally on the list. What surprised him was that all the key members on the list inside the Heavenly Sword Division were actually present!
"That's good, it will save a lot of trouble."
In just a moment, the Heavenly Sword Division turned into a sea of blood, with corpses littering the ground.
Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land.
Led by the grand elder of Nine Immortal Mountain, the cultivators inside the holy land gathered together, standing before the mountain gate. In the void, vague flickering figures could be seen.
The grand elder of Nine Immortal Mountain smiled slightly. "They even invited numerous cultivators to witness the ceremony."
Faces around exchanged looks, eyes full of abyssal despair and raging fury
Were they unwilling to accept this? Of course they were unwilling. But there was only one path left. For the countless immortals within Nine Immortal Mountain, they didn't even have the right to make a final strike. They could only offer their necks.
Nangong Yuanzhen was also among the crowd. As a member of Nine Immortal Mountain, he could not escape. But he also knew he would not die today; he would just live in another form.
Unfortunately, the grand elder did not consider entering the underworld but planned to quietly await death's arrival.
Suddenly, the void was filled with stormy clouds, and a vortex appeared out of nowhere. An Immortal Boat shimmered like flowing mercury, slowly appearing.
On this Immortal Boat stood countless cultivators bound by chains. Their faces were dark and cold, their eyes full of hatred and resentment.
Xi Zian saw the scene and immediately clapped with a smile. "Look, the cultivators responsible for this suppression have been brought over by the palace master. This dirty work will be done by them shortly."