The returning figures roared loudly, each one activating their magical treasures as they charged forward. Shadows of people filled the surroundings, each leading a group of elite warriors to support the Pure Land.
The morale at the Patching Heaven Pavilion, previously low, surged upon seeing the return of former disciples. Everyone was filled with excitement and charged fiercely into battle against various enemies.
As the battle commenced, divine rain fell from the sky, resembling shimmering petals drifting in the air, creating a beautiful scene. However, the ground below was drenched in blood and carnage.
"Ling Tianhou is here! Who dares to offend my sect?"
A formidable figure, clad in silver armor, soared through the sky, crushing everything in his path. As he unleashed his runes, enemy forces ahead exploded into a mist of blood.
"Ling Tianhou, instead of ruling your territory as a lord, you come here to meddle. Beware, or you might end up losing your life," roared an ancient creature, a massive black crow, its voice ominous and dark, swirling with vast black light.
This crow was a powerful avian expert, bloodthirsty and invincible, having just cleared an area and led a flock of crows to bathe in the divine rain.
"Preposterous! How dare a mere crow claim dominance and act so arrogantly? Die!" Ling Tianhou shouted. He drew a massive bow and fired a large arrow, which flew with a whoosh.
The arrow, glowing like a silver torch, pierced the sky and headed straight for the enormous crow. The crow tried to evade, but the arrow followed its trajectory.
The crow emitted a long, mournful cry, spewing black flames that formed runes to burn the arrow. Yet, the arrow shone brightly, its silver runes extinguishing the black flames with unstoppable force. With a soft "thud," the silver arrow pierced through the crow's body, causing it to explode into pieces, blood scattering everywhere.
The might of a single arrow was so overwhelming that it instantly killed an ancient creature, leaving Ling Tianhou's strength and ferocity awe-inspiring. In an instant, the area was cleared, and no one dared to stand in his way.
"Qishan Clan's leader is here! Those who trespass upon our Pure Land shall be mercilessly killed!" An elder, as fierce as an enraged lion, arrived with a treasure seal in hand. He waved it in the wind, rapidly enlarging it until it was larger than a mountain.
The seal descended with overwhelming force, causing the ground to crack apart. Creatures below were terrified and unable to resist, being crushed into a pulp by the massive seal.
"Kill!"
The cries of battle shook the heavens as the disciples of the Patching Heaven Pavilion, drenched in blood from fierce battles on their way here, surged from all directions.
The mountains and rivers were swarming with enemies, with flames of war spreading everywhere, as everyone fought with blinded rage.
Regardless of whether they were renowned powerhouses or ordinary experts, anyone from the Pure Land had an indomitable spirit, which was why they came to assist.
The Pure Land was in turmoil, with battles raging in all directions and the sounds of killing everywhere.
The disciples of the Patching Heaven Pavilion were immensely excited, tears welling up in their eyes. Former disciples, whether from a century ago or the last few decades, returning in such numbers evoked a profound sense of emotion in everyone.
Even Lei Zu Muyan and Liu Lao had tears in their eyes, their battle fervor heightened as they fought fiercely, targeting the elder-level monsters.
"Patching Heaven Pavilion is finished, and the spirit vine will die. What can they rely on now? With so many powerful forces involved, this place is destined to become scorched earth. Let’s all attack together and eradicate this place as soon as possible."
An ancient monster spoke, a true elder-level figure, rarely seen and with a deep enmity towards the Patching Heaven Pavilion. Such figures rarely appeared.
"Are you finished speaking?"
A sun rose, dazzling and blinding, revealing a figure that shone brightly, illuminating the Pure Land. The sight was exceptionally imposing.
"It’s the War King!"
Everyone's expressions changed. The War King, renowned for his formidable reputation built through his own battles, had once trained at the Patching Heaven Pavilion and was now returning.
His power was undeniable. With a flick of his hand, runes shimmered and descended like a vast sea, forcing the ancient monster to cough up blood and shake violently.
"Kill!" The ancient monster spat out a sword, a foot long, shining brilliantly, and it turned into a sweeping beam.
This sword, made from the tooth of an unknown ancient beast, was entirely green and indestructible. It had been used by the ancient monster since its emergence, capable of cutting through mountains effortlessly.
"Clang!"
At this moment, the War King directly blocked the sword with a gesture, showing no sign of fear, using his fingers to counter it.
The green divine sword trembled, its runes flickering, nearly falling from the sky.
"Kill!" The ancient monster poured a surge of essence into the green sword, enhancing its brilliance, resembling a flowing divine river.
"Clang, clang, clang!"
The War King’s fingers struck the divine weapon repeatedly, using the most powerful runic divine force to shake the heavens. A nearby low mountain cracked from the sonic waves.
"Crack!"
Ultimately, the green divine sword cracked and was broken by the War King’s fingers, destroying a formidable weapon.
The ancient monster let out a furious roar, completely insane. This was his lifetime's weapon, and seeing it destroyed today made his eyes turn red and blood gush from his mouth.
"I will fight you to the death!"
"Then die!" the War King coldly commanded, remaining like a sun as he continued his assault.
"Boom!"
Divine power shook the world as the War King’s punch shattered the ancient monster’s magical techniques and sent him flying, exploding in the sky.
The overwhelming strength and unparalleled power of the War King were worthy of his reputation as someone who dared to compete for the throne with the Human Emperor. His mighty aura was fully earned through battle.
"Senior brother, after many years apart, we meet again," the War King said, fighting his way into the depths of the Pure Land and encountering the head of the Patching Heaven Pavilion.
The term "senior brother" made both of them sigh with emotion.
The head of the Patching Heaven Pavilion felt stirred. The War King had only trained in the Pure Land for ten years before leaving, prioritizing the Stone Kingdom. Yet, he had returned today to rescue the Pure Land, showing great loyalty.
"Even if you bring more people today, it’s useless. The divine vine will die. What can you rely on now? It’s destined to be destroyed."
A silver-scaled dragon roared, its massive body dancing as it charged forward. This ancient creature had a deep grudge against the Patching Heaven Pavilion and was extremely terrifying, causing much slaughter here.
What it said was true; even with reinforcements, it was difficult to change the situation, as there were too many enemies and numerous powerful forces united. Most crucially, the supreme beings in the Nine Heavens could decide everything.
"Buzz!"
The head of the Patching Heaven Pavilion remained silent, personally intervening. Transforming into a ball of light, he flew to suppress the silver dragon. With a wave of his hand, lightning intertwined, turning the dragon’s body black and its scales raised.
Nearby onlookers were astonished. This was a dragon king, not comparable to ordinary ancient creatures, and yet it was heavily wounded immediately, leaving a deep impression after its previous invincible display.
Seeing this, the War King moved on to continue the battle elsewhere.
The silver dragon, enraged, spewed a ray of divine light to suppress the head of the Patching Heaven Pavilion while itself soared, relying on its powerful physique to tear its opponent apart.
With a "buzz," a burst of radiant light appeared behind the head of the Patching Heaven Pavilion, and a pair of golden divine wings emerged, stirring up gusts of wind and thunder.
This is the Divine Peng Technique, which has a terrifying path of transformation. At this moment, the Pure Land's sect leader has transformed into a gigantic golden bird.
"What? How terrifying! He has achieved spiritual enlightenment and can transform into a divine bird," many people exclaimed in shock.
The practice of magical techniques is diverse, with one particularly challenging path being the transformation into other beings. The conditions are harsh, but the power is immense and can sometimes compensate for deficiencies in incomplete magical techniques.
With a "whoosh," the great Peng spread its wings and dove down, its enormous golden claws grasping the silver dragon. It tore fiercely, causing blood to splash and an explosion of light.
The silver dragon roared in fury, its fear palpable. Dragons are naturally afraid of the Peng tribe, which restrains them. It is said that the great Peng devours serpents and dragons daily as sustenance.
"Poof!"
The silver dragon struggled but could not escape its doom, being torn apart and dying tragically on the spot.
All creatures changed color. Once the sect leader of the Patching Heaven Pavilion freed himself from aiding his disciples, he became a terrifying force.
He began to specifically target the top experts from each faction, posing a grave threat to everyone.
The Patching Heaven Pavilion was united like never before, fighting against numerous foes. Despite significant casualties, they were not powerless.
"Is this effective?" From afar, a figure of blinding golden light appeared. Though human-shaped, it was covered in golden fur, clearly not human, exuding a terrifying aura.
"Golden Beast," everyone gasped. This was a creature from the ancient divine mountains, known as a divine servant.
Indeed, the appearance of such a being was enough to signal the end. The supreme beings in the high skies had determined the fate of the Patching Heaven Pavilion.
"Hehe, haha," laughter echoed from the Nine Heavens. The Devouring Sky Sparrow spread its wings and struck the sky, feeling that the sacrificial spirit was exhausted, having long since dried up and unable to sustain itself.
"The divine seed is mine. You cannot protect this Pure Land any longer," Qiongqi said coldly, its green eyes emitting a chilling light and killing intent spreading everywhere.
"Boom!"
In the sky, a massive burst of light rain erupted. The divine vine dimmed, showing in the high air, entirely yellowed with no hint of green, all its leaves withered, including the vines.
Only one green-skinned gourd remained, still containing vitality.
"Poof!"
Blood rain splashed as the old vine made its final stand, injuring the Devouring Sky Sparrow and causing its feathers to fall and blood to spurt.
"Whoosh!"
The green-skinned gourd shook, shooting chaotic sword rays that injured the golden-blooded figure from the Yishan, causing a high splash of golden blood.
"Roar!" At the same time, Qiongqi roared in anger as it was struck by the old vine’s tendrils, coughing up blood and nearly breaking its bones.
The old vine was on the brink of death, with countless light rain droplets falling to the ground.
"Goodbye," it uttered these two words, its fighting strength gone.
"Lord Sacrificial Spirit!" Many people in the Pure Land cried out in sorrow.
"You should have died long ago, barely clinging to life," the Devouring Sky Sparrow said coldly, its blood-red eyes icy, filled with murderous intent. With a "crack," it tore off a section of the dried, yellowed vine with its sharp claws.
"Your body is exhausted. What can you fight with now? Even if you want to turn into light rain today, you cannot. I will grind you into dust, make pills from you, and swallow you all," Qiongqi roared as well.
The old vine remained calm, nearing its end. It looked down at the Pure Land, at the ancient courtyard ruined by the flames of war. It was born there and would end its life there as well.
"Lord Sacrificial Spirit!" Everyone in the Patching Heaven Pavilion shouted, unable to accept the result, their anger and tears flowing uncontrollably.
The small figure cried out, feeling a strong sense of belonging for the first time, but it was shattered by the harsh and cruel reality. Holding a broken sword in one hand and a small tower in the other, he fought fiercely, wishing he could fly to the Nine Heavens to fight.
"Buzz!"
Suddenly, the broken sword began to glow, and an old man with disheveled hair appeared, with an ancient sword embedded in his head, black blood oozing out.
Ghost Father appeared, visible not only to the small figure but to everyone else as well.
He took the broken sword from the small figure, rubbing it with a dazed look. After a moment, he seemed to regain clarity, then erupted in rage, soaring into the sky.
"Poof!"
Everyone was stunned. The old man with disheveled hair, holding the broken sword, immediately cut off the Devouring Sky Sparrow’s claw that had severed part of the vine, causing blood to gush.
No one expected him to be so powerful and fearsome, appearing so abruptly in the Nine Heavens.
Light rain fell, and the divine vine was about to vanish, burning up and turning into splendid divine rain.
"You have fulfilled your promise to me, guarding the Pure Land until you grew old and died," the disheveled old man said with hollow eyes to the Sacrificial Spirit.
"Who are you?" The Devouring Sky Sparrow roared in fury, regrowing its severed claw, glowing as it dove down.
"Roar!" The old man with gray hair roared to the heavens, his form like a demonic deity. The winds and clouds in the world were reversed, surging upward.
The Devouring Sky Sparrow was shocked and rapidly dodged, the killing intent too overwhelming.
"You planted me and gave me life," the Sacrificial Spirit whispered, watching the old man with the ancient sword piercing his head, fading away in the light rain.
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