The upper realm continent was engulfed in raging warfare.
Battle cries echoed across the vast land. Streaks of light crisscrossed at blinding speeds—peaks shattered, rivers severed.
This was the clash between saint clan powerhouses and the ascendants from Five Phoenix and the lower three heavens.
The upper realm experts grew increasingly alarmed as the fight wore on. Once dominant in war...
Now, they retreated step by step, utterly losing their ability to resist.
Especially the terrifying strength of Five Phoenix celestials—it chilled them to the bone.
Overlord stood like a demonic god, axe and shield sweeping wide—an immovable mountain.
Armies of thousands couldn't breach his defense.
The upper realm had descended into chaos. Cloud Clan dispatched experts of every realm—Combination, Soul Division, even Infant Transformation and Nascent Soul.
Yet...
Overlord, a true immortal with pillar-like fortune, held the line alone against the hordes.
Like a demon god barring the path, his roars shook mountains and rivers—forcing the Cloud army into steady retreat.
Some Nascent Soul cultivators had their spiritual senses shattered by a single bellow.
Overlord's cultivation was no ordinary path. He founded the demonic sect in Five Phoenix's western domain, spreading body refinement techniques that benefited countless cultivators.
Many who struggled with qi condensation found unexpected success in body refinement.
Numerous body refiners rivaled qi cultivators in combat power.
Thus, Overlord alone gathered half the western domain's fortune.
His cultivation soared rapidly.
Not to mention Sima Qingshan, Kong Nanfei, and Bai Qingniao—founders of their own immortal sects with unique systems.
Sima's painting dao, Kong's righteous qi, Bai's Nine Phoenix Transformation—each brought immense fortune.
Their strength was formidable.
Fortune pillars descended from the heavens, bathing them.
The Cloud Clan routed.
As Primordial Unity experts fell one by one...
Saint clan morale plummeted—utterly crushed.
Their only hope now lay with the ancestor battling in the outer void.
If he returned victorious in glory, it could rally their sagging spirits.
Perhaps reclaim saint clan dignity.
Could the ancestor fall?
Could Lu Jiulian truly match a saint?
No one believed it—the gap was too vast.
Moreover, the Cloud Saint Ancestor was no weak saint: clan progenitor, bolstered by millions of years of dao reserves—incredibly powerful.
Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!
On the upper continent, Cloud Clan retreated to their divine temple.
It enshrined their imperial weapon—gone now, but residual imperial might still sheltered them.
Meanwhile, in Yuan Magnetic Heaven...
The battlefield was even bloodier.
Netherworld yin messenger armies swept the Dao forces. With Supreme Furnace flames aiding...
Dao experts burned like ants, crackling.
Imperial fire clung relentlessly, scorching primordial spirits.
Such agony and doom left Dao armies no escape—annihilated.
Led by Dan Taixuan, the nine city lords with pillar-like karma overwhelmed Dao powerhouses.
Wails echoed endlessly in Yuan Magnetic Heaven.
That day, rivers of blood flowed.
Countless experts trembled watching once-lofty ancient immortals and Primordial Unity fall.
But their eyes burned with excitement.
The Dao Clan was finished!
One upper saint clan—erased from the ten greats!
Undead souls drifted in the void—fallen Dao experts. But Netherworld's specialty?
Cold soul-binding chains ensnared them all.
On Dan Taixuan's order, dragged into the Yellow Springs, cleansed, ferried to the Bitter Sea.
Fuel for karma cultivation.
Hm?
Suddenly...
All looked up.
The outer battlefield grew quiet.
Terrifying booms ceased—battle ended.
Everyone awaited the outcome.
Whoosh...
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Dao survivors lifted heads—hearts sinking.
A grief like losing kin.
A powerful Primordial Unity resisting imperial fire paled, body swaying.
Turning toward the vast upper continent...
Blood clouds gathered in the skies.
Crimson rain poured.
Endless mourning wails resonated—from Nine Heavens Dao itself.
The Dao Primordial Unity trembled.
"Blood rain from heavens, Dao mourning..."
"Ancestor fallen!"
Clutching his chest, emptiness gripped him—lingering fear.
In Dao ancestral ground...
Clansmen looked skyward, feeling the blood rain.
Many wept unknowingly.
Boom!
"I become curse—eternal, cursing you, Cloud Saint Ancestor!"
Wailing resentment echoed.
Next...
Every Dao clansman saw visions: ancestor's body crumbling, primordial spirit devoured by curse—turning to venomous power.
What hatred drove a saint to restless death—as detested curse?
Dao cultivators ashen.
Ancestral beings wailed.
Dao Saint Ancestor... dead!
Their pillar—gone!
Boom!
In Yuan Magnetic Heaven.
A Dao Primordial Unity eyes cracked—imperial fire-clad, fleeing to upper continent, ancestral ground.
Enduring grief, activating migration plan.
With ancestor alive—hope.
Now...
Dead—they must relocate the clan, or face slaughter by Cloud, Five Phoenix, lower heavens!
Blood rain fell.
In ancestral ground...
The fire-returned Primordial Unity watched ancient warships laden with Dao life and hope vanish into teleportation arrays.
A million-year legacy—couldn't end on his watch.
Seeing them go, he closed eyes in relief.
His primordial spirit burned away.
Before falling...
Wailed unwillingly.
"Cloud Clan—die horribly!"
...
Meanwhile.
In Cloud ancestral ground, every cultivator paled.
Blood rain—hearts clenched.
Nearly thought their ancestor dead.
But mourning spared Cloud—Dao's ancestor fallen.
Those in the temple exhaled.
But only briefly.
Morale gone.
Facing ferocious Five Phoenix celestials outside—bodies cold.
Suddenly...
Temple shuddered!
More blood rain!
Cloud cultivators looked up blankly—hearts hollowed.
Inevitable.
Rumble!
Skies tore.
A figure emerged slowly.
Lu Jiulian battered, bloodied—but cold-faced, gripping green lotus sword.
Sword... impaling a head, carrying the body.
Rumble!
Like thunder shattering heavens.
All Cloud experts numbly stared at triumphant Lu Jiulian returning from outer void.
His sword bore the Cloud Saint Ancestor's corpse!
Cold corpse!
Instantly...
Taut strings in Cloud hearts snapped!
Their invincible ancestor... defeated and dead!
"How...?"
A Primordial Unity despaired.
Unacceptable—a saint, Dao-tempered, vast saintly might!
How dead?!
How did Lu Jiulian slay him?!
Even Five Phoenix side—Overlord, Sima Qingshan, Bai Qingniao—mildly surprised.
They hadn't expected Lu Jiulian to truly kill a saint alone.
Planned to suppress Cloud, then aid in outer void.
Yet...
He vanquished the ancestor single-handedly.
Saints... that weak?!
Crossing realms to kill ordinary saints—believable.
But a saint ancestor—hundreds of thousands years old? Unimaginable.
Lu Jiulian hands behind back, one gripping sword—flick.
Cloud Saint Ancestor's corpse plummeted from heavens.
Boom!
Crashing into ancestral ground.
Cloud cultivators stared at wide-eyed corpse; elders staggered, coughing blood.
Defeated... utterly?
Ancestor fallen—last hope gone. Million-year Cloud Clan—doomed to extinction!
Rumble!
Saint's fall by Lu Jiulian's sword—vast fortune surged.
Pouring into him.
Whoosh...
Robes fluttering, aura rising.
Eyes closed, expression complex.
Finally taking the step.
Boom!
One stride—bottleneck shattered by power.
Hum...
Fortune like river—Lu Jiulian entered Mysterious Immortal with a thought!
Five Phoenix gained another saint-level force!
Five Phoenix celestials and lower heavens ancestors envied his aura crossing to saint.
But more—excitement!
From today, upper saint clan myth—shattered!
...
Outer void battlefield.
Lu sat pristine in white, silver blades stacked.
Spiritual Pressure Chessboard floated before him, glowing softly.
Sleeve rolled, piece placed—arranging the board.
Rumble!
Void thundered.
Rolling Dao will roared like a beast.
Thunderclouds gathered—heavy, threatening to crush worlds.
Heavenly tribulation—Nine Heavens Dao's, for Zhulong's Mysterious Immortal ascension.
Fiercer than any before.
Saints in Nine Heavens—no weaklings, lifespans hundreds of thousands years, clan progenitors.
Such power—naturally tribulated.
Far off...
Zhulong returned swiftly.
Per Lu's order—crippled Cloud Ancestor, then back.
Just as she arrived—tribulation descended.
Sensing Father calm beneath thunder—admiration on her face.
This tribulation terrifying—she'd lose scales, bleed if facing alone.
But Father—so relaxed!
Boom!
First penalty: thunder trident plunging.
Void tore—cracks sizzling.
Lu's robes fluttered.
Smiling lightly, piece down.
Clack!
Spiritual pressure beam soared.
Clashing the trident!
Boom!
Ripples spread—like pebble in pond.
Trident dispersed; pressure vanished.
Zhulong watched afar, mouth agape—full admiration.
"Wow..."
"Worthy of Father."
That trident—would crack her scale.
Second penalty fell.
Lu casually placed piece.
Pressure soared—clashing thunder.
Like fireworks—waves surging.
Zhulong eyes closed, lashes trembling—face tilted forty-five degrees.
Constant "wow oh"s.
On Thousand Bladed Chair, Lu's primordial spirit entered the chessboard.
Surroundings became domain—like playing Dao.
Tribulation pieces—Lu countered with pressure.
But this saint tribulation—disappointing.
"Nine Heavens Dao... nothing special."
He said.
Shaking head—regret.
Desired feeling absent.
Boom!
His words—blasphemous—enraged it.
Next...
Thunder palm shot from clouds.
Interwoven dao reserves!
Vast saintly might spread.
Zhulong hair flying—face grave.
This palm—terrifying.
Resisting—she'd lose scales and blood.
On chair, Lu held piece—looking up.
At sky-covering palm of reserves and might.
Eyes lit.
This—the feeling he wanted!
Hum...
Stealing Heaven Tower floated under primordial spirit control.
Lu tossed it leisurely.
Toward the descending palm.
Finally useful!
Innate treasure—above heavenly spiritual tools!
Curious of its power.
Boom!
Palm met tower—like mountain crushing ant.
Heaven-shaking explosion!
Rumble!
Muffled echoes intertwined.
Palm... cracked!
Interwoven reserves absorbed by tower—like whale swallowing, dragon drinking—all pouring in from top.
Saintly might dissolved; reserves gone.
Palm disintegrated.
Terrifying penalty—vanished.
Lu's eyes gleamed—fingers tapping armrest.
Worthy innate treasure—tribulation threat nullified.
"Final penalty held about ten thousand dao reserves... less than dismantled imperial weapon, but for saint tribulation—decent."
Ten thousand—not much for Five Phoenix now.
But free—Lu pleased.
Calculating...
One saint ascension—ten thousand from Nine Heavens Dao.
Ten Mysterious Immortals—hundred thousand.
Hundred—a million...
Eyes bright—evolve to first-level high-martial?
But cultivating river-like fortune Mysterious Immortals—not easy.
Nine Heavens Dao not foolish—one steal fine, hundred...
It'd chase Five Phoenix down.
Rumble!
Far off...
Thick clouds gathered.
Lu looked—bright-eyed.
Lu Jiulian tribulating.
Sword-impaled Cloud Ancestor—fortune gained, entered Mysterious Immortal.
Saint power—tribulation due.
Another ten thousand incoming.
But...
Unlike Zhulong's—Lu wouldn't easily block for him.
After all, aided by Zhulong to kill—foundation unstable. More lightning—to temper, stabilize.
So...
Glanced at admiring Zhulong—beckoned.
She approached; Lu tossed Stealing Heaven Tower.
Pointed Lu Jiulian's direction—transmitted words.
Zhulong eyes closed, lashes trembling—brows raised.
Then, bidding farewell—hugging tower, humming—headed there.
...
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Terrifying thunder plunged endlessly.
Outer battlefield thundered—stones exploded, void cracks webbed.
Puchi!
Lu Jiulian charred—endured one, smashing into stone—crawling up painfully.
Smoking all over.
Nine Heavens tribulation...
Gritting teeth—no retreat. Power tempered—growing stronger.
He already had saint power—high chance.
Battle with Cloud Ancestor—though disadvantaged, gained insights.
Confident to pass.
Smoking...
Leaning on sword—side-glanced approaching closed-eyed Zhulong.
"Girl, hold—this time, I'll struggle myself."
Lu Jiulian smiled freely.
Zhulong eyes closed, lashes trembling—fair face nodding slightly at him.
Light laugh—dimples blooming.
Then gazed at thick tribulation clouds.
Recalling Father's casual tone on chair.
Red lips parted—voice chiming in battlefield.
"Nine Heavens Dao... nothing special."
She said.
Leaning Lu Jiulian—body stiffened.
Rumble!
Clouds tore.
Thunder palm shot—interwoven reserves, vast saintly might.
Furious descent.
Cracks webbed everywhere.
World-ending aura—chilling.
"???"
Lu Jiulian.
