Immortal of the Nine Realms

”The Myriad Immortal Palace sure is thorough,” murmured Huang Qingque.

These cultivators bound by chains were clearly enemies of Myriad Immortal Palace, yet they were captured alive and brought here.

When it came time to suppress Nine Immortal Mountain, these captives would be the ones to strike, allowing the Immortal Palace’s own forces to sit back and reap the spoils without taking on any karmic entanglements.

All eyes fell on the Immortal Boat that had suddenly appeared. Vaguely, two figures were quietly conversing on it. But whenever anyone tried to get a clear look at their faces, the scene would blur. Evidently, these two had used some divine technique to block others’ sight and spiritual senses.

”Other than the Myriad Immortal Palace’s master, Immortal Xingyu, there is another of equal cultivation standing beside her,” said Huang Qingque seriously in Fang Chen’s ear. ”It seems they are determined to take the Nine Immortal Mountain this time. Such ruthless methods. They truly are mad.”

Fang Chen said nothing but frowned slightly. Myriad Immortal Palace seemed to value the Nine Immortal Mountain far too much.

Is it simply because of deep-seated revenge?

”You who strike today, the lives you take will match your own,” a detached, genderless voice sounded in everyone’s ears.

The next moment, the cultivators bound in chains on the Immortal Boat suddenly broke through the void. The chains coiling around them fell off as they transformed into streams of light, rushing straight toward the Nine Immortal Mountain.

When their aura exploded, everyone was terrified to discover that among them were fourth-transformation Loose Immortals!

One figure stood tall and imposing like a mountain, with a completely bald head and a fierce, terrifying face. His presence made the first, second, and even third transformation Loose Immortals present feel cold and tremble.

Division Head Duan, who had not spoken before, suddenly moved his gaze and transmitted to Huang Qingque and the others, ”He is Immortal Tulu of the Shura Sea.”

”Immortal Tulu of the Shura Sea? So it’s the infamous Loose Immortal. I didn’t expect him to have also offended Myriad Immortal Palace and been captured as a tool.”

Huang Qingque’s expression shifted oddly—clearly, he had heard of the name, though this was his first time seeing the man in person.

”Fellow cultivator Qingque, do you know him? He was originally peacefully residing in the Shura Sea. He shouldn’t have had any ill dealings with the Myriad Immortal Palace, but he ended up killing one of their first-transformation Loose Immortals. When the palace master found out, she pursued him relentlessly for many years. She finally managed to capture him alive recently,” shared Xi Zian with a faint smile.

Understanding dawned on Fang Chen. No wonder Myriad Immortal Palace had been preparing for so many years. It was likely that from the moment Myriad Immortal Palace discovered the Nine Immortal Mountain Holy Land, Immortal Xingyu had been in the middle of relentlessly pursuing Immortal Tulu. Only in recent months had she managed to capture him alive.

Yu Tingzhai had been observing from a distance. The cultivators he brought from Yin Holy Sect today were all core members of the sect, such as Nie Changkong and Su Ze.

Beside Yu Tingzhai stood a bronze puppet, its gaze fixed on Immortal Tulu. It suddenly exclaimed in surprise, ”So it’s Immortal Tulu!”

A trace of seriousness flashed in Yu Tingzhai’s eyes. ”Immortal Tulu?”

The other’s time at the fourth transformation was clearly longer than his, and his foundation far more profound. If he were to fight Immortal Tuli, he reckoned he’d only have about a thirty percent chance of victory against him.

To think that such a tough opponent had been captured and enslaved to do their bidding.

These cultivators transformed into streams of light, falling like meteorites into Nine Immortal Mountain.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Loud explosions resounded as everyone watched the Nine Immortal Mountain become ruins in the blink of an eye. Spiritual veins and spirit fields were all shrouded in dust. When the dust settled, the figures of those cultivators appeared.

The ground beneath their feet had long turned to scorched earth. The cultivators on the mountain had been vaporized in an instant, with no chance to fight back.

”Nine Immortal Mountain... is beyond redemption.”

Everyone’s expressions grew solemn and grave. Some cultivators secretly glanced at the Immortal Boat above, carefully hiding the anger in their eyes.

Before the mountain gate, the Supreme Emperor of Nine Immortal Mountain stood expressionless. Even as the disciples nearby were killed one by one, his gaze did not change at all.

Behind him stood the core members. Some were second-transformation Loose Immortals; some were first-transformation. There were also hundreds of Upper Three Realms cultivators.

A second-transformation Loose Immortal looked at Nangong Yuanzhen with regret and sorrow in his eyes. ”Yuanzhen, you only recently ascended to the first transformation. You should have had a bright future. What a pity.”

Nangong Yuanzhen sent out a sound transmission, ”Master, let’s enter the underworld.”

A faint sneer flickered in the elder’s eyes. ”You always speak of fleeing into the Underworld, but against such calamity, what use is that? Would we be so cowardly as to lack even the courage to face death? If they see us skulk away, will they not think of us as timid as mice?”

”Do not fear. Either way, death awaits. Today, for the sake of our people, we can bow our necks to the blade, but we must never be branded as cowards.”

Myriad Immortal Palace first cleared the outer cultivators. As the flames of war were about to reach here, Nangong Yuanzhen’s face grew increasingly grim.

Everyone thought it was because of his youth and unwillingness to die like this, feeling sorrow in their hearts.

”Wait!”

Suddenly, a first-transformation Loose Immortal in the crowd broke through the void and cupped his hands toward the Immortal Boat in the sky and announced, ”I am Gong Tianxin of Immortal Worshipping Palace and have been undercover here. I have made deals with Myriad Immortal Palace and passed on information from this place.”

The faces of everyone from Nine Immortal Mountain darkened.

This person was a guest cultivator of Nine Immortal Mountain, who had joined the Holy Land years ago and normally went unnoticed. No one expected him to be a traitor.

Cultivators from Myriad Immortal Palace personally came to verify Gong Tianxin’s identity. After confirming, they allowed him to leave.

The Nine Immortals crowd had no strength left to curse. They only stared coldly, as if to carve his image into their souls—so that even as ghosts, they might bite him to death.

After Gong Tianxin left, the Immortal Tulu led a group of Loose Immortals forward.

Screams echoed. Familiar friends fell before their eyes, crushing their hearts with despair.

Nangong Yuanzhen’s face twisted into a bitter smile. ”It’s too late...”

Even if they lit Soul-Guiding Lanterns now, it would be meaningless.

Before his smile could fully form, annihilating power swept over him. By the time Nangong Yuanzhen realized it, his fleshly body had vanished. Where he stood now was an Underworld God. Around him, his comrades were snuffed out one by one.

Immortal Tulu was the one who had struck.

In but an instant, none of the grand elder’s companions remained alive.

Immortal Tulu’s eyes blazed as he fixed his gaze on the grand elder. ”A third transformation, yet you don’t even dare strike back in the face of death?”

Countless cultivators closed in, coldly fixing their gazes upon Nine Immortals’ grand elder. For them, his death was the only key to their survival.