Chapter 194: Breaking Through

In the nine heavens, black bird feathers fluttered, beast claws tore apart, and blood rain poured down, creating a truly astonishing scene.

The battle was extremely fierce. The gray-haired elder raged uncontrollably, while the four supreme beings fought desperately. Radiant light filled the sky, auspicious colors swirled, and killing intent surged, as the battle reached a fever pitch.

"Whoosh"

The gray-haired elder, like an ancient deity, was unstoppable. He cleaved the shoulder of the humanoid being from the Southern Fallen Divine Mountain, nearly splitting him in half diagonally.

The broken sword shone brightly, its rust entirely gone, more brilliant than the sun, moon, and stars combined. It seemed to reflect the soul of its wielder, making the elder slowly awaken and exude an immortal aura, wreaking havoc.

Symbols intertwined like cascading rivers of stars from the heavens, and the broken sword struck like a sun, clashing with the horn of the monstrous beast, shattering it and causing it to roar in agony.

Beast roars shook the heavens, blood spilled, and the gray-haired elder merged with the broken sword, ascending to an invincible realm. He exuded an aura of "who else but me" and supreme dominance, with divine might that was unmatched.

"Kill!"

The four supreme beings roared in unison, fighting with all their might to kill him.

"This old fool is really troublesome, but I wonder how long he can keep raging," the Devouring Sparrow shouted.

They had noticed the elder's body was in serious trouble. His head was pierced by an ancient sword, making his condition unstable, with black blood constantly flowing.

The elder roared, his eyes hollow, but his killing intent only grew fiercer. Sword qi soared into the sky, black symbols flickering, forming chains of divine power that intertwined in the air.

It looked eerie, the divine chains clanging like celestial metal, flashing with dark light, spreading through the void and cutting off the four supreme beings' retreat.

Moreover, the black divine chains spread out, attempting to trap them all. Sparkling and ominous, a mist gradually enveloped the nine heavens.

"Kill!"

Seeing this, the four supreme beings fought desperately, realizing the old man was too terrifying. As expected of a primordial ancestor, he could resist all four of them and grew stronger.

The gigantic wings that swept across the sky, possibly thousands of miles wide, shattered meteors from outside the domain as they flapped. The enormous monstrous beast roared, shaking the nine heavens.

The humanoid being from the Southern Fallen Divine Mountain shone brightly, holding a golden bone flag that waved across the vast sky. The stars from beyond seemed to tremble.

The Yishan strongmen emitted treasure-like brilliance. The divine ring behind their heads expanded rapidly, like a sun pressing down on the heavens, glowing with golden light.

The four supreme beings clashed, trying to break the black divine chains, surrounding the elder and fighting to kill him in the sky, aiming to eliminate future threats.

However, the elder's power exceeded their imagination. He had endless potential and grew braver with each battle. The broken sword in his hand shone brilliantly as he slashed and struck, severing another wing of the Devouring Sparrow, causing blood to splash high and dye the nine heavens red.

"Whoosh"

The sword light pierced through the monstrous beast's chest, creating a bloody hole that was transparent from front to back.

At the same time, two humanoid beings were also injured. The divine ring behind the Yishan strongman's head was cut, and a piece of his rear head was severed, causing him to scream in terror.

The Southern Fallen Divine Mountain strongman was also wounded. The golden bone flag in his hand was sliced, with multiple fingers severed and bleeding profusely, causing him to retreat quickly.

"Avenging the ancestral divine warrior!"

"Revenge for Lord Spirit!"

On the ground, the members of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion were filled with passionate excitement, hoping the gray-haired elder would slay all four supreme beings cleanly.

Disciples from decades and even centuries ago had returned, and some even from ancient times came to aid. This allowed the disciples in the Pure Land to break out. Seeing this scene, many wished to fight back fiercely.

"Don’t act recklessly; it’s enough to escape alive. This is the result of the aid from Lord Ling Tian, Lord Qi Shan, and King of War. Don’t let their efforts go to waste," the Pavilion Master of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion advised, trying to calm them.

He looked up at the heavens, feeling uneasy. The gray-haired elder's condition was worsening. The ancient sword trembled, causing cracks in his skull, and black blood stained his hair.

Indeed, after a fierce battle and heavily wounding the four supreme beings, the gray-haired elder staggered. Although he roared, he still could not pull out the ancient sword.

With a clanging sound, the sword vibrated and was slowly reinserted into his skull, causing black blood to flow from his mouth, the cracks in his skull to widen, and his body to sway.

"Let’s go!" the Pavilion Master of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion shouted.

His heart was bleeding as he looked at the devastated Pure Land, now occupied by many beings. It pained him deeply, but there was nothing he could do. With the Spirit's fall and the ancestor gone, and the unexpected appearance of the gray-haired elder in such a poor state, it would only be a matter of time before the Devouring Sparrow, the monstrous beast, and others would break free and wreak havoc.

"Stop them; don’t let them escape!"

Someone shouted, and many strongmen looked up, seeing the gray-haired elder’s deteriorated state and realizing the problem, their fear gradually dissipated.

"The ancestor of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion died in ancient times. This is merely a remnant of his legacy. There’s nothing to fear."

"Kill!"

In an instant, the ground was filled with shouts and the clash of battles. Everyone resumed their assault, encircling the members of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.

"Don’t get bogged down in battle. We’ll split up and escape," the Pavilion Master of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion ordered, directing the disciples to scatter and break through in different directions.

Fortunately, they had escaped the major encirclement, and the situation was much better than before.

"Take care, Senior Brother. I’m taking a group of disciples with me," someone said as they said their farewells.

"Alright, we’ll split up. Whoever survives must rebuild the Heaven-Mending Pavilion," the Pavilion Master responded.

Some people came to bid farewell to the Pavilion Master, and then each led their own group to fight their way out, heading in different directions.

Ancestors like Mu Yan and Old Liu also did the same, opening a bloody path through the chaos.

"Roar!"

You won’t escape. In the distance, golden light flashed as a terrifying being from the Ancient Divine Mountain appeared. It was the Golden Beast, occupying a position and cutting off their path.

"Ancestors of the Tuoba family are here. None of you will escape."

In another direction, several old men shouted, their eyes flashing like lightning, leading a dark mass of people to block their way.

"King of the West Ridge Beast Mountain is here. Let’s see who dares to escape." In another direction, a giant flying serpent appeared, glowing like a mountain and spanning across the area.

Powerful beings blocked every direction, and the situation was far from simple; it remained critical.

"A bunch of clowns. How dare they block my way," the King of War said forcefully, charging through and defeating a group of strongmen, leading the others to break out.

"Kill!"

The Thunder Ancestor Mu Yan released spherical lightning in another direction, instantly sending a group of strongmen flying, turning them into charcoal, and then exploding in the air.

This was a terrifying battlefield. The members of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion fought fiercely with the strong beings of the ten directions. After breaking through, they found more beings, and could only continue to fight their way through with bloodshed.

"Kill!"

"Don’t let them escape!"

Every direction was in chaos, with shouts and killing everywhere. Anyone with a grudge against the Heaven-Mending Pavilion had taken action today. The most terrifying were the Ancient Divine Mountain forces like Yishan, who had sent the Golden Beast, a catastrophic consequence.

This was a battlefield of chaos, with killing cries shaking the heavens. Blood stained the earth red.

The small figure followed, thoroughly stunned. He didn’t even know which ancestor he was fleeing with, covered in blood, moving through the crowd.

Now, he has lost all sense of direction, fleeing with a group of fellow disciples, breaking through and fighting all the way.

"Poof"

Six or seven elders, fighting at the front to protect them, were all killed. It was an ancient beast, fearsome and terrifying, with a single claw that smashed mountains to pieces.

"Elders!" the group cried out in grief.

"Beasts!" came a roar from afar. The leader of the Bu Tian Pavilion, Tao Ye, and others were in this direction as well. They combined their efforts to activate the pavilion’s treasure, a yellowish gourd.

With a loud boom, the gourd expanded, releasing chaotic energy that suppressed and shattered the ancient beast into a cloud of blood mist.

Everyone was instantly stunned, clearing a path in fear.

"Dammit, daring to kill my disciples!" A golden beast appeared, with a human body covered in golden fur, claimed to be a divine servant serving the ancient divine beast, possessing immense power and terrifying might.

"Whir"

The yellow gourd glowed again, and with a loud bang, it sent the golden beast flying, making it cough up blood.

"Impressive, as expected of a treasure," the golden beast marveled.

This gourd had a notable origin, being a product of the Spirit Vines, though it was not fully matured. During the ancient turmoil, the gourd had suffered unimaginable damage and was nearly destroyed. As a result, it fell short of its potential and could not be fully sustained.

It had once bloomed and produced a gourd, but due to the injuries, it fell prematurely.

The short growth period and depletion of essence meant that the gourd would disintegrate into light rain upon falling because it was far from mature.

However, the predecessors of the Bu Tian Pavilion spared no effort to preserve it, using many spiritual items to refine it, thus saving it.

Logically, an immature gourd would have limited power, but due to its origin from the Spirit Vines and extensive refinement, it still became a protective treasure for the Bu Tian Pavilion.

The battle here erupted violently, far beyond what anyone had imagined.

Little Guy followed the crowd, and the battlefield was chaotic, unable to contribute. Escaping was the best choice.

"Kill!"

With the battle cry, the crowd surged, gradually splitting into many groups, each fleeing in different directions.

"Fatty!"

Suddenly, Little Guy was surprised to see Huo Ling’er standing on a distant mountain peak, beside an ancient glowing war chariot.

"Father, please save my senior brothers and sisters," she pleaded.

"Alright, you have successfully undergone the baptism here, and I owe them a debt of gratitude since you once joined the Bu Tian Pavilion. I will save this group," came the solemn voice from the chariot.

Boom

In the next moment, the ancient war chariot glowed like a sun, with countless symbols illuminating, filling the cosmos with a terrifying aura like an ocean.

The ancestors of the Tuoba clan were startled.

The leading figure from the Bu Tian Pavilion was covered in blood, fighting frantically, almost falling apart, on the verge of death.

At that moment, the chariot’s light enveloped the area, ending the battle. The voice, grand and authoritative, said, "Tuoba Clan, please retreat."

"The Emperor of the Fire Nation, you should not interfere," an elder from the Tuoba Clan shouted.

"This matter is my concern," came the response from the ancient chariot.

"You—"

The Tuoba Clan members were enraged but also fearful.

With a hum, the chariot emitted a golden light that formed a curtain of light, directly enveloping all the disciples of the Bu Tian Pavilion. They vanished from their original position and were teleported several miles away.

"You!" The young members of the Tuoba Clan tried to intervene.

But several elders hurriedly stopped them, fearing the wrath of the Emperor.

They turned and left, intending to find another route to continue the pursuit.

However, the Emperor raised his hand, and a blazing light shot from the chariot, cutting off the path and sealing the mountain region.

"Such blatant tyranny will be repaid someday," a young Tuoba member gritted his teeth.

A divine light flew towards him, trying to engulf him. An elder from the Tuoba Clan was startled and desperately unleashed a sea of symbols to counter the light, attempting to save his grandson.

"Poof"

The elder’s arm exploded into blood mist, and the Emperor’s might was unstoppable, reducing his descendant to a pool of blood with no chance of stopping it.

"We're leaving," the Tuoba Clan elder said, quickly leading his people away, no longer daring to pursue.

The ancient war chariot glowed, carrying Huo Ling’er away, its symbols flashing like lightning. No one dared to obstruct it, and it vanished into the horizon in an instant.

In this direction, hundreds of Bu Tian Pavilion disciples successfully escaped, all thanks to the Emperor.

Far off, Little Guy was stunned, then pounded his chest in regret. If he had known that “Fatty’s” father was there, he should have fled in that direction.

But he was a step too late, surrounded by chaos behind him and emptiness ahead.

"I must escape!"

He rejoined the crowd, starting to fight and search for another group of Bu Tian Pavilion disciples.

This was a chaotic battle and a great calamity, rarely seen in years. Little Guy and his group had fled far from the Bu Tian Pavilion but were still entangled, unable to shake off their pursuers.

In the sky, fierce birds were in pursuit, and countless figures and massive creatures were chasing on the ground. It was a brutal fight.

He didn’t know if others had managed to escape, but his group was increasingly in danger. Initially led by the Thunder Ancestor, Mu Yan, the situation had escalated, and the crowd dispersed into several smaller groups.

Along the way, there were not only pursuers but also some who offered help, such as some nobles who had once sent their disciples to the Bu Tian Pavilion and owed them a favor.

Some people were rescued and escaped the battlefield.

But Little Guy was quite unlucky, never encountering such help. Several times he saw them, but always missed them by a narrow margin.

"Little brat, where do you think you’re running?" A loud shout came from behind. Someone was specifically targeting him, cutting through the crowd and pursuing him directly.

"Is it the Four Great Clans?" He was startled and fled quickly, saying, "Fatty, stop pretending, let’s go!"

Beside him, apart from Qing Feng, there were two fierce beasts, the Big Red Bird and Er Tuzi, both covered in shiny, vicious fur. They were wearing beast skins, running madly, fearing the pack of fierce birds in the sky.

Because flying in the air was even more terrifying, with a group of extremely powerful figures sweeping across the sky to prevent their quick escape.

Another fierce chase ensued. Little Guy and his group jumped onto the back of the Big Red Bird, flying low and desperately escaping.

Half an hour later, they temporarily evaded their pursuers, but the Big Red Bird was nearly torn apart, with a pack of fierce birds pursuing them more viciously than the Four Great Clans.

Fortunately, its speed was extremely fast, surpassing those chasing them.

"Can’t go on, I need to rest, or I’ll be finished," the Big Red Bird dived to the ground, urgently tending to its wounds.

They were definitely far from the battlefield, no longer seeing the aerial battle. After half a day, they wondered about the condition of the gray-haired elder.

Suddenly, a streak of black light appeared, followed by a clang, as a broken sword fell.

We would like to make a shoutout for our friend, Yaoyao Yuxian. In the realm of immortal cultivation spanning three thousand worlds, endless battles and schemes unfold, all in pursuit of the path of immortality and the quest for eternal existence.