Starting as a Son-in-law to Establish an immortal Family

Chapter 1292: Chapter 446: 6: Milí, long time no see, miss you so much!

“Starfall Chessboard!”

As soon as he spoke, the chessboard in Venerable Lingfeng’s hand soared into the sky, spinning above the firmament like a celestial curtain, its surface littered with falling black and white pieces.

“Buzz buzz buzz——”

Black and white pieces landed, forming a profound and mysterious formation, even stirring the forces of heaven and earth within the Secret Realm.

Lu Changsheng recognized that this Lingfeng was a formation cultivator, capable of deploying formations with ease using Magical Treasures.

Beside him, Chu Qingyi—her appearance cold and exquisitely beautiful—held her Magical Sword, emanating a peerless Sword Intent, and charged toward the Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivator grappling with Venerable Huxiao.

The Ghost Cultivator, already no match for Venerable Huxiao, fell into a disastrous retreat in the face of Chu Qingyi’s assault, shrieking in agony.

Meanwhile, the last Nascent Soul Immortal of the Luoxia Sect rallied disciples of the Four Great Immortal Sects into a battle formation, consolidating terrifying bursts of magical attacks that blasted at the ghosts.

Any ghost attempting to surge forth from beneath the stone tablet was obliterated, reduced to ashes in the face of such magical power.

“So this is the might of the Immortal Sects?”

“Nascent Soul Immortals… truly terrifying!”

Cultivators from other factions and Clan Cultivators looked upon the unfolding scene with stunned expressions.

Though many of them were Foundation Establishment Cultivators,

aside from Lu Changsheng and a select few, most had never witnessed a true Nascent Soul battle.

Only through this fight did they glimpse the power of Nascent Soul Immortals,

and starkly feel the insurmountable divide between Foundation Establishment and Nascent Soul.

No matter how peerless a genius one might be, it was difficult to bridge the chasm between Great Realms!

“It seems this battle formation has great potential…”

Lu Changsheng observed the techniques of the Four Great Immortal Sect disciples, murmuring inwardly.

He discerned that their battle formation lacked both finesse and synergy.

It was cobbled together using some kind of Secret Technique and Magic Artifacts as mediums.

Were his own offspring to cultivate the “Five Elements Union Sutra” and form a Five Elements Battle Formation, its power would far outstrip this demonstration.

As the ghosts were suppressed, the spine-chilling, piercing wails gradually diminished.

Yet Nascent Soul Ghost Cultivators still emerged, charging toward Chu Qingyi and the others.

However, these Ghost Cultivators posed no real threat to Chu Qingyi and the others.

“So terrifying. If not for the presence of the four Nascent Soul Immortals, these Ghost Cultivators alone would destroy an entire Nascent Soul force!”

Someone spoke in a low voice, filled with lingering fear.

No one had anticipated that what was meant to be an opportunity for fortune would turn into such a dire situation.

“Boom boom boom——”

“Boom boom boom——”

Alongside the resounding cacophony of battle, the entire Secret Realm began to quake violently. The Sky Dome became shrouded in a gray-black haze, as if enveloped by the aura of decay and ruin.

“This is bad—the Secret Realm is collapsing!?”

At this moment, Lu Changsheng noticed strands of ominous black cracks appearing across the sky, emanating a horrifying aura, and instantly realized that something was amiss.

Under normal circumstances, even when a Secret Realm began breaking apart, the process would take a long period.

At least several years, decades, or even centuries.

Yet this Secret Realm was rapidly rotting and disintegrating.

Not just Lu Changsheng, but Lingfeng, Chu Qingyi, and the others had noticed the change as well.

“Move! Everyone head to the exit immediately!”

Lingfeng’s expression fluctuated between light and dark. Without hesitation, he shouted decisively.

A collapsing Secret Realm might transport them out.

But it might also drag them into the Great Void.

For ordinary cultivators, entering the Great Void was certain death!

Even Nascent Soul Immortals would face near-certain doom against the shadowy chaos within the Great Void.

“Jie jie jie——”

Suddenly, a low, eerie chuckle echoed out, causing all cultivators present to feel their hairs stand on end, their scalps tingling, and their Qi-Blood surging uncontrollably.

In an instant, the temperature in the surrounding air seemed to plummet, becoming bone-chillingly cold—as if they had plunged into an icy abyss.

“This isn’t good!”

“Be careful!”

Lingfeng, Chu Qingyi, and the others turned pale, their instincts screaming danger as alarm bells rang in their minds.

“Buzz——”

A blurry figure walked out of the shadows.

He wore a White Jade Crown and a tattered, antiquated white Qilin Flowing Clouds Robe.

On his hands, face, and neck—any exposed parts of his skin—scarlet, grotesque hair could be seen sprouting in patches.

“What is this?”

“Is this—an Yin Corpse?”

Every cultivator present stared at the figure in horror, a palpable dread snaking through their hearts like they were teetering at the edge of an abyss, their backs pierced by icy needles, walking carefully across thin ice.

This entity emanated an aura of unparalleled terror.

Even Lu Changsheng felt his spine tingle and hair bristle, realizing that this figure was completely beyond comprehension, invincible!

“Jie jie jie——”

The figure’s hollow, lifeless eyes gazed toward Chu Qingyi and Venerable Huxiao, unleashing two sinister beams of blood-red light, accompanied by his hauntingly deep and ominous laughter.

The sound was suffocatingly oppressive and eerie, unsettling hearts and stirring Qi-Blood wildly, almost causing many to faint on the spot.

But before the laughter ceased, the figure materialized behind Venerable Huxiao without warning. His red-haired hand thrust out viciously.

“What—!”

Venerable Huxiao’s eyes widened as he felt the strike imbued with Space Force, trapping his body as if ensnared in quicksand, leaving him unable to escape. He had no choice but to mobilize his Mana to form a Magic Barrier for defense.

“Boom!”

The towering and imposing Venerable Huxiao’s expression shifted drastically as his Spiritual Power Magic Barrier shattered under the attack. His entire body was sent hurtling backward, crashing into the ground, forming a pit several meters wide, with dust and sand erupting into the air.

At that moment, Chu Qingyi raised her Magical Sword, and a burst of radiant Spiritual Light exploded, her Sword Intent sharp as frost, fiercely slashing at the figure’s shoulder.

“Clang!”

A resounding clash like metal striking metal echoed.

The impact of Chu Qingyi’s awe-inspiring strike against the red-haired figure’s body seemed to leave no mark.

Only his ancient and dilapidated Qilin Flowing Clouds Robe showed faint tears, exposing the densely red-haired flesh beneath.