When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!

”This... what kind of realm is this...?”

Beneath the rolling thunderclouds, Lü Baitian stood atop his artifact, his face filled with fear as he gazed at the Nightshade Mother Tree, speaking to himself in disbelief.

As a cultivator at the ninth level of the Integration Stage, even he felt terror—what of those weaker than him?

Below, the Taixuan Sect disciples felt as if a mountain was crushing them. They began falling from the sky, their formations collapsing as a result.

”What are we even facing...?”

”This is impossible… it can’t be… Does the Nightshade Sect really have an Immortal?”

”What do we do…? Do we truly have no chance of victory?”

”We still have the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path! If he arrives, perhaps we’ll have a glimmer of hope!”

While the disciples of the Taixuan Sect still clung to a fragile hope, cultivators from other sects had already sunk into complete despair.

Daoist Tianxu of Three Pure Mountains paled as he stared at the Nightshade Mother Tree.

He cast his divinations, but no matter how many times he tried, he could not see hope.

”...There is no escape from this calamity.”

His voice trembled, and his once righteous aura began to dissipate.

With Jing Tuxian’s overwhelming presence engulfing the Taichen Empire, the morale of the Nine Dynasties cultivators shattered instantly.

However, some still refused to surrender.

Grandmasters from Cang Heaven Sect fought to the death, demonstrating the unyielding resolve of the Nine Dynasties’ leaders.

Meanwhile, An Hao and Wu Jue flew at full speed, their lower cultivation levels allowing them to slip through unnoticed. They rushed into Silent Desolation Forest, trying to rescue the prisoners meant for sacrifice. ŕÄNＯВЁⱾ

But the moment they landed—

Crimson threads of blood coiled tightly around their feet.

Before they could even react, the runes beneath them erupted with an earth-shattering scarlet light, spreading outward in all directions.

In an instant, the entire Taichen Empire was swept into the ritual’s influence.

Every living being within the empire—

froze.

Even the Grandmasters hovering in the sky were trapped. Though they could still move, their actions became agonizingly slow, like autumn leaves drifting in the wind.

The Profound Mind Realm cultivators who tried to flee fell into despair—

The Taichen Empire now seemed endless.

On a cliff’s edge, Li Xuandao, Lü Xian, Yi Liuyun, and a group of powerful cultivators were all frozen in place.

”What is this!?” A cultivator shrieked as he stared in horror at the mystical blood threads wrapped around his legs.

He struggled, but no matter how much he fought, he couldn’t break free.

Worst of all, he could feel himself losing control over his own body.

Lü Xian lowered his gaze, his expression unreadable.

Li Xuandao remained calm, as if completely unfazed by the unfolding disaster.

At that moment, a voice echoed through the heavens—

”This is the Sixfold Grand Ascension Array! It requires the power of a Grand Ascension Stage cultivator to activate! Do you all understand what that means?”

It was Jing Tuxian’s voice—cold and merciless, sending a chill through the entire empire.

Hearing these words, Li Xuandao’s gaze flickered.

Above, Lu Lingjun also found herself ensnared by the blood threads—they had appeared out of nowhere, impossible to avoid.

Beneath her, the White Spirit Demon Emperor let out a pitiful wail.

”We’re completely screwed!”

Lu Lingjun turned her eyes toward the Nightshade Mother Tree, her gaze sharpening.

She could see a shadow emerging from the dark rift—

It was Jing Tuxian.

His black robes billowed violently, his sleeves and hem tattered, making him look like a demon cloaked in black flames.

His pale face twisted into a cruel grin, and on his forehead, two evil spirit sigils pulsed, as if ready to leap from his skin at any moment.

BOOM!

The ground quaked violently, and a crimson barrier rose over Silent Desolation Forest, making the sparse trees below look as small as blades of grass.

More and more Nightshade Sect cultivators knelt in fanatical worship, their eyes filled with mad devotion.

Jing Tuxian mocked the world with his voice—

”Where is the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path?”

”Where is the Longevity Daoist of Three Pure Mountains?”

”Didn’t someone from Cang Heaven Sect once boast that destroying the Nightshade Sect would be easy?”

”Where are you all now? If you don’t appear soon, every living being here will merge into the Six Paths and aid my ascension to immortality!”

Each of his words crushed the remaining hope in the Nine Dynasties cultivators’ hearts.

His blood-red eyes reflected the Nightshade illusions swirling behind him.

The Nightshade Mother Tree’s grotesque human face opened its mouth, releasing an enormous Nightshade blossom that floated beneath Jing Tuxian, lifting him into the air.

As he ascended, every person in the Taichen Empire felt their lifeforce being drained away—

The sensation only deepened their despair.

Far away in Xuan Valley, Gu An’s heart clenched.

This bastard’s power is terrifying!

His cultivation level had almost reached the ninth level of the Grand Ascension Stage!

Thankfully, Gu An had broken through ahead of time—

And not just to the Grand Ascension Stage, but to the Nirvana Stage, Ninth Level.

He locked onto Xuanmiao Zhenren with his divine sense.

With Gu An’s power enhancing him, Xuanmiao Zhenren moved far faster than before, almost reaching the Taichen Empire.

But hearing Jing Tuxian’s voice, Xuanmiao Zhenren’s heart burned with urgency.

”Mountain God! We’re out of time!”

His grip tightened around the Mountain God’s wooden effigy, his hands trembling.

”If you’re out of time, then throw it.”

Gu An’s voice echoed in his mind.

Without hesitation, Xuanmiao Zhenren hurled the effigy forward.

The moment it left his fingers—

The wooden effigy transformed into a streak of azure light, accelerating at an unimaginable speed, tearing across the sky like a comet.

Jing Tuxian instantly sensed something.

His gaze snapped to the horizon—

And Lu Lingjun, caught in his sightline, felt her very soul tremble.

Even the White Spirit Demon Emperor shuddered in fear.

For a brief moment, Lu Lingjun felt something—

She instinctively turned her head.

Time seemed to freeze.

In her peripheral vision, she saw a streak of azure light, and within it—

A tiny figure.

An Hao, still struggling, looked up just in time to see the azure light flash over his head.

On the cliff’s edge, Li Xuandao caught a glimpse of it, and for a moment—

He thought his eyes were deceiving him.

Then, in the gaze of millions of despairing souls—

The azure radiance split the darkened sky, bringing light back into their eyes.

Jing Tuxian reacted faster than anyone.

He raised his hand, summoning black energy to intercept the incoming force.

His face darkened.

”...A Grand Ascension Stage cultivator? Who are you?”

But before he could act—

A colossal azure beam erupted from beyond the heavens.

Faster than I thought.

Jing Tuxian never even had time to react.