Chapter 280
Seeing that the two of them did not seem to be on the same page, Tongming Shangren's eyes flickered as he said, "Qingyun, you see now— the depth of the Immortal Gate is beyond your imagination..."
Qingyun Dasheng remained silent.
Those words struck a chord deep within him.
The Jiushan Sect had not been well-known in the past, and he had never thought much of it.
But now, suddenly, a transformation stage cultivator had emerged...
That was truly terrifying... monstrous.
"Now that you’ve lost your way, it’s not too late to turn back..."
Sister Zhang also said nothing.
At this moment, she understood that Qingyun Dasheng was a person of many thoughts...
But to be honest, she did not have much faith in Tongming Shangren.
"Qingyun!" Ancestor Xuehe snorted coldly, "That day, your seven great saints of the demon clan made a pact with our Holy Sect... Are you regretting it now?"
Qingyun Dasheng's expression shifted back and forth, clearly more concerned about the name of the seven great saints than about the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor.
After pondering for a moment, he suddenly sighed and transformed into a golden-winged roc, flying towards Tongming Shangren.
Tongming Shangren extended his hand, summoning the treasure mirror to engage in battle.
Ancestor Xuehe smiled, turned his head, and with two flying swords in hand, their power surged, becoming even stronger than before.
"Zhang Wuyi... the Holy Ancestor values talent. If you surrender now, I will spare your life."
Clearly, despite having suffered a setback earlier, he was confident he could capture Sister Zhang now that Tongming Shangren was no longer in the picture.
Sister Zhang said nothing, merely watching as the nine peaks before her shifted and converged, showing no signs of backing down.
...
Ancestor Xuehe frowned, looking quite troubled. "I don’t know what method you used to unleash transformation stage power at the early Yuanying level..."
"Your talent is something even I must admire."
"But right now, you’re like a three-year-old swinging a big hammer... how long can you keep this up?"
Hearing this, Tongming Shangren turned to look back, only to realize that the spiritual energy circuits around Zhang Wuyi seemed to be on the verge of collapse.
Then he saw Zhang Wuyi’s expression, her teeth clenched in silence.
He understood that Ancestor Xuehe was not speaking empty words.
Harnessing power beyond one’s own limits would inevitably come at a cost.
Below, the Sect Leader and Uncle Pang exchanged glances, their faces filled with concern.
But at this moment, they were powerless to help.
Suddenly, the Sect Leader's eyes lit up, and he transmitted a message to Sister Zhang: "Zhang Shizhi, you can take the nine mountains and leave now."
Originally, they had returned only for the spiritual vein of the Jiushan Sect.
Now, seeing Sister Zhang's condition, she could actually move these nine massive peaks.
So why fight here?
Unexpectedly, Sister Zhang gently shook her head, seemingly rejecting his suggestion.
The Sect Leader was filled with confusion.
Seeing her shake her head, Ancestor Xuehe interpreted it as a refusal directed at him.
He shook his head and said, "Stubbornness will only lead to your downfall!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the two flying swords in his hand shot out in parallel, their energies merging into two beams of light, one red and one black, striking the nine mountains.
Unlike before, the true form symbol of the mountains at the peak flickered with light and darkness, seemingly unable to withstand the assault.
Sister Zhang gritted her silver teeth, but pain was evident on her face.
It appeared that Ancestor Xuehe's confidence was not unfounded; Sister Zhang was still no match for his full power.
"How about it?"
Ancestor Xuehe seemed still intent on capturing Sister Zhang alive, asking again.
Sister Zhang remained silent, raising her hand once more, and the nine mountains shimmered with spiritual light again.
...
Tongming Shangren watched the two clash, then turned to glance at Qingyun Dasheng.
That Qingyun Dasheng was indeed a remarkable person; he flashed and transformed into a scholar, stepping aside.
It seemed he was allowing Tongming Shangren to escape.
"…"
Tongming Shangren's expression changed repeatedly, and with a cupped fist, he flew away into the distance without looking back.
Qingyun Dasheng truly did not intervene; he stood at a distance, hands behind his back, watching the clash between Ancestor Xuehe and Sister Zhang.
His eyes flickered with golden light, a contemplative expression on his face, and he did not involve himself in their conflict.
Just as Ancestor Xuehe had said.
Sister Zhang was originally at the early Yuanying stage; the longer this dragged on, the more difficult it became for her to control the transformation stage power.
As time passed, it became increasingly clear that she was at a disadvantage.
Ancestor Xuehe seemed to still harbor hopes of capturing her alive, or perhaps he was wary of her territory, willing to drag things out.
The two fought from sunrise to sunset, and from the moon rising over the willow tops to the faint light of dawn; in the blink of an eye, several days had passed.
Sister Zhang was clearly at the end of her rope, and the light from the nine mountains gradually dimmed.
Qingyun Dasheng shook his head, seemingly disappointed.
A hint of a smile appeared on Ancestor Xuehe's face.
Zhang Wuyi was too strange, and that untransformed anomaly's spiritual power was indeed overwhelming.
Fortunately, time was on his side...
"Ancestor Xuehe..." Just as he was smiling, Sister Zhang suddenly spoke, "I’m waiting for my junior brother..."
"What are you waiting for?"
Ancestor Xuehe was taken aback, and just then, a brilliant light appeared above him. He looked up to see two suns hanging high in the sky, and not only that, but there was also a crescent moon and twinkling stars.
In the next moment, a shadow of a golden bell appeared in the starry sky.
The golden bell swayed twice in the void.
The sky darkened with thunderclouds, and countless bolts of lightning fell like raindrops.
Ancestor Xuehe had yet to regain his senses.
Beside him, Qingyun Dasheng let out a strange cry: "Thunder Pool! Cave Heaven Spiritual Treasure!"
With that, he transformed into a golden-winged roc again, soaring away in a flash, leaving no room for hesitation.
Hearing this, Ancestor Xuehe's expression changed dramatically.
The thunder first scattered the blood river in the sky.
One of Ancestor Xuehe's flying swords let out a mournful cry, as if it had suffered a heavy blow.
At this moment, Sister Zhang seized the opportunity; the nine mountains before her converged once more, slowly shrinking into a seal-like shape, with the four runes of the true form of mountains and rivers at its base.
This seal pressed down on one of the flying swords, which seemed powerless to resist, unable to move.
Yet the pain on Sister Zhang's face intensified.
Clearly, this move placed immense pressure on her spirit.
In an instant, one of Ancestor Xuehe's flying swords was pinned down, while the other had already been injured.
In the sky, the sound of the sun and moon bell rang out one after another, and thunderclouds gathered thickly.
Countless bolts of lightning surged toward him.
Ancestor Xuehe's face changed drastically; his body swayed and transformed into a cloud of blood, scattering in all directions.
He was fleeing.
"Zheng Shidi!"
Sister Zhang called out, and the flying sword, sensing its master fleeing, struggled desperately, making it difficult for the seal to hold it down.
Zheng Fa understood the implication; Sister Zhang was saying not to pursue a fleeing enemy. With a thought, the bolts of lightning changed direction, striking down on the unruly flying sword.
That flying sword was extraordinarily strange, still struggling against the pressure.
Zheng Fa focused his mind and said to Sister Zhang, "Sister Zhang, let go of that sword."
Upon hearing this, Sister Zhang waved her hand.
The flying sword seemed about to escape, but suddenly a portal appeared in the void, swallowing the sword whole...
In the distance, a heart-wrenching, furious wail echoed, filled with pain and regret, yet it dared not look back.
Below, the Sect Leader and Uncle Pang exchanged glances.
Uncle Pang seemed somewhat incredulous: "Is this your disciple?"
"Yes."
"Then you don’t need to write a script anymore; having such a disciple, people will remember you for generations."
Just as the few of them were stirred with emotions, a figure slowly appeared—it was Tongming Shangren, who cupped his hands and said:
"Congratulations to you all for surviving the great calamity... However, the Great Freedom Demon Sect has emerged!"
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**Chapter 261: Jiushan Sect Is Done Playing!**
Looking at Tongming Shangren returning, the members of the Jiushan Sect felt a bit puzzled.
Zheng Fa remained hidden within the Jiushan Realm, not daring to come out.
He was quite anxious—having used the Jiushan Realm to consume Ancestor Xuehe's immortal sword, he had left some lingering troubles.
In the medicinal garden, the immortal sword and the sun-moon bell faced off, blood light and golden light intertwining, producing a continuous hissing sound.
Various spiritual plants in the garden withered, large patches dying off.
Clearly—this immortal sword was not so easy to subdue.
Taking advantage of the local terrain, the sun-moon bell seemed to have the upper hand, but it had little power left in a short time.
Moreover, outside the Jiushan Realm, Zheng Fa was merely at the Foundation Establishment stage.
Looking at Sister Zhang, she also seemed to be struggling; the seal scattered again, transforming back into the nine mountains.
Though both Zheng Fa and Sister Zhang could temporarily unleash transformation stage power, their limitations were significant.
Zheng Fa had taken too long with the sun-moon bell; if Sister Zhang hadn’t held Ancestor Xuehe back, he wouldn’t have been able to deliver a decisive blow.
Sister Zhang was the type who couldn’t last long.
They could only seize the moment...
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