Steadily becoming a saint, the immortal officials hired me to tend the horses

When Xuan Tianyi felt shocked in his heart, other great cultivators turned their eyes to the distance.

The overwhelming demonic aura of the Demon Ancestor was constantly approaching. They could no longer worry about the situation within the Three Dynasties; the upcoming battle for them was one of life and death.

A figure appeared out of thin air next to Liang Canghai. This person wore a blue dao robe, had a refined and elegant demeanor, black and white hair, and exuded a sense of detachment as if he had seen through the worldly affairs.

As soon as he appeared, the others bowed to him.

Xuan Tianyi withdrew his mind and glanced at the newcomer.

This person was the Daoist Lord of the Cangtian Sect!

One of the three great cultivators in the land of the Three Dynasties; now, Sword Venerable Fudao was considered an existence beyond the Mahayana Realm, leaving only Xuan Tianyi and the Daoist Lord in the Mahayana Realm.

The two rarely met as they had to take charge of different parts of the battlefield.

Liang Canghai looked at the Daoist Lord and respectfully asked: "Martial Master, can you see what realm the Demon Ancestor is in?"

The others looked at the Daoist Lord, their expressions tense.

The Daoist Lord replied: "The Realm of Immortal Path. As to the specific realm, I do not know, but it can be confirmed that even if we join forces, we are not his match."

His voice was light, but the words he said struck everyone like a heavy hammer, making their faces pale.

Fight to the death!

These two words were often on their lips, but when facing an invincible enemy, it was inevitable that they felt a bit flustered in their hearts.

"Even if we are not his match, we must hold him off and wait for Sword Venerable Fudao to come and support us."

Xuan Tianyi said with a casual tone, without any hint of fear, even with a touch of smile.

These words instilled hope into the other great cultivators, whose eyes suddenly shone with vitality.

One couldn't help but ask: "Will Sword Venerable Fudao really come? Over the years, he has hardly ever taken action outside of the Supreme Sect. He might not belong to the Supreme Sect but instead come from overseas, secretly cultivating there. He may not want to interfere with the mainland's major events unless some fellows provoke him directly."

These words caused the crowd to waver once again.

Xuan Tianyi raised his hand, and a blue lotus bloomed in his palm. Looking ahead, he said: "Everyone, don't overthink it. Believe in Sword Venerable Fudao, believe in the Supreme Sect. If Sword Venerable Fudao had nothing to do with the Supreme Sect, then the Heavenly Repair Platform would not have the word 'Righteous' on it."

"We seek immortality, but even immortals from overseas cannot achieve true immortality. So-called immortals just have a longer lifespan than mortals. Since all lives will end, why not bloom brilliantly in this calamity rather than dying in seclusion, thus not wasting a lifetime of cultivation."

His words resonated with the other great cultivators, who began adjusting their mindsets, preparing for the upcoming battle.

At the same time.

Ten thousand miles away, on the barren plains.

The Demon Ancestor strolled forward, followed by a vast demonic fog, covering the sky and swallowing all the white bones along the way.

His white hair fluttered wildly, his tattered robe swaying in the wind, and his four eyes stared ahead, his brows slightly furrowed.

A bird flew out of the demonic fog behind him, swiftly landing on his shoulder. It was a white dove, tilting its head and asking: "Demon Ancestor, you seem to have some hesitation in your heart."

Its voice was like a little girl's, ethereal and melodic.

The Demon Ancestor looked into the distance and said: "Earlier, there was a Loose Immortal aura among the human race, and another aura even stronger. However, both disappeared in an instant, making it impossible for me to determine their cultivation levels."

Upon hearing this, the white dove immediately asked: "Could there still be a being stronger than you in the world?"

"How could there not be? If there weren't, why would I need to resurrect?"

"If that's the case, why march southward? The world is so vast; why not just leave some survivors? If you are hungry, we can go to the sea to find food; the sea has plenty of demon beasts..."

The white dove chattered non-stop, describing the vastness and beauty of the ocean.

The Demon Ancestor listened intently but did not stop moving.

The desolate land was littered with white bones. With each step he took, the demonic fog behind him surged forward, plunging half the world into darkness. He was like the catastrophe of heaven and earth, driving away the light with darkness.

After a long while, the Demon Ancestor finally said in a melancholic tone: "Little demon, sometimes being strong in this land is a mistake. I cannot leave this continent."

Upon hearing this, the white dove was dumbfounded, staring blankly at him.

"However, even if I am not the strongest, unable to leave the continent, no one can completely eradicate me. Since we all have to die eventually, let me see the strength of the human race in the south."

His face once again turned vicious, his four eyes filled with greed and cruelty.

He shook his shoulders, startling the white dove into flight.

"Little demon, fly northward. Since you yearn for the ocean, then go. Although the ocean is more dangerous, it also holds more hope."

As the Demon Ancestor's voice fell, he took a step and traversed several miles in an instant. The demonic fog behind him quickly engulfed the white dove.

Boom!

A terrifying aura burst from his body; the ground beneath his feet constantly cracked, surrounded by demonic energy, connecting with the demonic fog behind him. Countless shadowy figures of demon beasts appeared, as if he were leading the entire demon clan forward, exuding grandeur.

In the distance, Xuan Tianyi, the Daoist Lord, and others were all startled.

The people of the Three Dynasties' land were equally terrified.

The Supreme Sect, which had just survived the calamity brought by Startling Immortal Lin, fell into silence once again.

But this time, the disciples of the Supreme Sect were no longer afraid; instead, they started to look forward to what would happen next.

In the Third Medicine Valley, inside a pavilion.

Lu Lingjun turned her head to look out the window, her brows furrowed and said: "This should be the aura of the Demon Ancestor, truly terrifying. I wonder if Sword Venerable Fudao will make a move this time, the other cultivators might not be able to withstand such demonic energy."

Gu An feigned confusion and asked: "Is the Demon Ancestor very powerful? Can even Xuan Tianyi not stop him?"

Lu Lingjun rolled her eyes at him and said irritatedly: "Do you think your sworn elder brother is invincible in the world? Compared to Sword Venerable Fudao, he is far inferior."

Gu An wanted to say on behalf of Sword Venerable Fudao that his second brother was invincible in the world, but he held back.

He sighed and said: "When will this world's disaster end? It is so difficult to live a peaceful life."

Lu Lingjun found it funny and laughed: "Your peaceful life hasn't been enough? You don't even need to fight."

"But seeing you all get hurt, how can I feel at ease?" Gu An said earnestly.

Seeing his expression, Lu Lingjun suddenly felt guilty.

With his personality, he would indeed worry about those around him; how could she mock him?

Although Gu An did not fight, everyone around him received his medicinal herbs and elixirs. His contribution was no less than the other fighting disciples.

Lu Lingjun took a deep breath and said: "Don't worry. It's almost over. It just depends on the battle between Sword Venerable Fudao and the Demon Ancestor, to see who is stronger."

Gu An nodded and said: "Let's go down and comfort the other disciples. At this crucial moment, we must stay united."

His divine sense could easily cover the land of the Three Dynasties, and he could feel the Demon Ancestor getting closer to the Northern Territory.

The two of them got up and walked downstairs.

The disciples in the valley had already gathered together. Seeing Gu An and Lu Lingjun coming over, they quickly surrounded them, asking Lu Lingjun about the distance of the demonic aura from the Supreme Sect.

With their low cultivation levels, they did not know where the demonic aura was, worrying that it was once again aimed at the Supreme Sect.

"Do not worry, this demonic aura should be from the Demon Ancestor. It is still far away, and the great cultivators of the Immortal Cultivation World are already preparing to confront him."

Lu Lingjun reassured them. The mention of the Demon Ancestor startled the disciples, and they began discussing it incessantly.

Xiaochuan turned to look at his senior brother, who was standing outside the crowd, gazing at the sky, lost in thought.

He immediately walked over and asked: "Senior brother, are you worried?"

Gu An nodded and said: "Of course, I'm worried. I can't help but wonder if I should have worked harder on my cultivation. If I were stronger, I would feel more at ease now."

Xiaochuan responded: "Senior brother, you should indeed work harder on your cultivation. Your talent and status are higher than mine; don't give up."

"I'm also talking about you, fool. Can you focus on the cultivation technique I taught you?"

"Senior brother, do you think that even if I cultivate this technique, I can reach the Core Formation Realm? Will I be able to form a Nascent Soul in this lifetime? We don't know; it's impossible. Even if I live for another couple hundred years, if all the time is spent on cultivation, what's the point? This is something you once told others. I just want to enjoy life to the fullest. Maybe in my next life, I'll be a genius like Senior Brother Li Ya."

Xiaochuan chuckled, his face showing a look of yearning.

Looking at the wrinkles at the corners of Xiaochuan's eyes, Gu An couldn't help but mock himself.

He always said to respect everyone's choices, yet he cared too much for those close to him.

He patted Xiaochuan's shoulder, then turned his gaze to the horizon.

Better think about how to kill the Demon Ancestor!

After slaying Startling Immortal Lin, the Seven Stars Spirit Realm would certainly notice Sword Venerable Fudao.

Since that's the case, no more pretending!

It's time to show everyone swordsmanship that surpasses the Taicang Divine-Shocking Sword!

Gu An squinted his eyes, his gaze seemingly piercing through the sky to the outer heavens.

...

The Great Jiang Dynasty, Northern Territory.

On the cliff, Xuan Tianyi, the Daoist Lord, Xuan Quan, Liang Canghai, Daoist Tianshu, and others, more than thirty great cultivators stood side by side, their robes flapping in the wind.

Following their gaze, the sky had been obscured by the vast demonic fog; their divine senses had already locked onto the Demon Ancestor.

The Taoist of Immortality from the Three Pure Ones Mountain, dressed in a white robe, held a horsetail whisk and waved it downward off the cliff.

Rumble——

The earth cracked, the mountain where the cliff was located separated from the barren plain, forming a deep, bottomless chasm. Spiritual energy rose from the chasm, forming a shocking energy wall, dispersing the clouds in the sky.

Xuan Tianyi glanced at the Taoist of Immortality with the corner of his eye, then continued to stare at the Demon Ancestor.

"Everyone..." Liang Canghai was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something, abruptly raising his head. It wasn't just him; the other great cultivators did the same.

They saw the sky quickly darken, the starry sky appeared on the heavens, countless stars twinkling, even meteors streaked across.

The Daoist Lord couldn't help but frown, calculating with his fingers.

The Demon Ancestor also saw this scene. Behind him was the dim demonic fog, while in front of him, half the sky was covered by the brilliant starry sky.