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

As Xuantian Yi reeled in shock, the other Grandmasters turned their gazes toward the horizon.

The overwhelming demonic aura of the Demon Ancestor was approaching rapidly. They no longer had the luxury to worry about internal affairs within the Three Dynasties. The battle ahead would be a fight to the death.

A figure suddenly appeared beside Liang Canghai. This man wore a blue Daoist robe, exuding an air of elegance and detachment. His hair was streaked with black and white, and his brows carried a worldly indifference as if he had seen through all mortal affairs.

As soon as he arrived, the others immediately saluted him.

Xuantian Yi withdrew his thoughts and warily observed the newcomer.

This man was none other than the Dao Lord of Cang Heaven Sect!

One of the three Grand Ascension Stage cultivators of the Three Dynasties. Now that the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path was recognized as an existence beyond the Grand Ascension Stage, only Xuantian Yi and the Dao Lord remained at this level.

The two rarely met, as they were each responsible for overseeing a different battlefield.

Liang Canghai turned to the Dao Lord and respectfully asked, “Master, can you discern the Demon Ancestor’s cultivation level?”

The others also looked at the Dao Lord, their expressions tense.

The Dao Lord replied, “Immortal Dao Realm. As for the exact stage, even I do not know. But one thing is certain—we are no match for him, even if we join forces.”

His voice was soft, yet his words struck like a hammer against their hearts, making their faces pale.

A fight to the death!

These words had always been spoken lightly in the past, but now, facing an invincible enemy, fear inevitably crept into their hearts.

“Even if we can’t defeat him, we must hold him back until the Sword Sovereign arrives,” Xuantian Yi said, his tone carefree and fearless, even carrying a hint of laughter.

As soon as he spoke, hope reignited in the eyes of the Grandmasters.

One of them couldn’t help but ask, “Will the Sword Sovereign really come? For so many years, he has only made a move within Taixuan Sect. He might not even be from the Taixuan Sect but instead someone from overseas who cultivated in secrecy there. He may not want to interfere in the power struggles of the continent and only acts when someone provokes him directly.”

These words caused the others to waver once again.

Xuantian Yi raised his hand, and a blue lotus bloomed in his palm. Gazing ahead, he said, “There’s no need to think too much. Trust the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path. Trust the Taixuan Sect. If the Sword Sovereign truly had nothing to do with the Taixuan Sect, then the words ‘Righteous Path’ wouldn’t be inscribed upon the Heavenly Mending Platform.”

“We seek eternal life, but even the so-called immortals of the overseas realms cannot achieve true immortality. They merely live longer than mortals. Since all must die in the end, why wither away in seclusion? Why not shine brilliantly in the face of calamity and leave no regrets on the path of cultivation?”

His words resonated deeply with the other Grandmasters. They gradually adjusted their mindsets, steeling themselves for the impending battle.

The Demon Ancestor strode forward, an overwhelming demonic mist surging behind him, blotting out the sky. It devoured all the scattered bones littering the ground along its path.

His disheveled white hair danced wildly in the wind, his tattered robe fluttering, and his four eyes stared ahead, brows furrowed.

A white dove suddenly flew out from the rolling mist behind him and landed on his shoulder. Tilting its head, it asked in a light, childlike voice, “Demon Ancestor, you seem hesitant.”

The Demon Ancestor continued gazing into the distance. “Earlier, I sensed the aura of a Scattered Immortal, as well as an even stronger presence. But both vanished in an instant, making it impossible for me to determine their cultivation levels.”

The white dove’s eyes gleamed with curiosity. “Could there be someone in the world stronger than you?”

“Of course. If there weren’t, why would I need to resurrect myself?”

“Then why must we march south? The world is vast—must we really exterminate the humans? If you’re hungry, we can go to the sea. There are so many delicious sea beasts...” Ŕ𝐚Nò฿ΕŞ

The white dove chirped away, painting a vivid picture of the boundless ocean.

The Demon Ancestor listened intently, but his steps never faltered.

The land stretched endlessly, covered in white bones. With every step he took, the demonic mist followed, plunging half the sky into darkness. He moved like a calamity incarnate, driving away the light with his presence.

After a long while, he finally murmured, “Little demon, in this world, sometimes being strong is a mistake. I cannot leave this continent.”

Hearing this, the white dove froze, staring at him in stunned silence.

“But,” the Demon Ancestor continued, “even if I am not the strongest and cannot leave this land, no one can truly destroy me. Since we all must die, I might as well witness the power of the human race to the south.”

His face contorted into a cruel grin, his four eyes gleaming with greed and malice.

Shrugging his shoulders, he startled the white dove into flight.

“Little demon, fly north. If you long for the sea, then go. The ocean may be more dangerous, but it also holds more hope.”

As his words fell, he took a single step forward—crossing several miles in an instant.

The demonic mist behind him surged like a tide, completely engulfing the white dove.

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure erupted from his body, shattering the ground beneath his feet. Demonic energy coiled around him, merging seamlessly with the vast mist behind him. Within that mist, countless demonic beast phantoms writhed, making it seem as if he was leading the entire demon race forward.

The sheer magnitude of his presence startled Xuantian Yi, the Dao Lord, and the others in the distant Three Dynasties region.

The people of the Three Dynasties were also paralyzed with fear.

The Taixuan Sect, still recovering from the recent calamity caused by Lin Jingtian, was once again plunged into silence.

Yet this time, the disciples did not cower in terror.

Instead, they eagerly anticipated what would happen next.

Lu Lingjun turned her gaze toward the window, her brows furrowed. “That should be the Demon Ancestor’s aura… It’s terrifying. I wonder if the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path will act this time. No other cultivator can withstand such demonic energy.”

Gu An feigned confusion and asked, “Is the Demon Ancestor really that strong? Even Xuantian Yi can’t stop him?”

Lu Lingjun shot him a glare and retorted, “Do you think your sworn brother is invincible? He’s still far from the level of the Sword Sovereign.”

Gu An almost wanted to proclaim, My second brother is invincible! But he held his tongue.

He sighed and muttered, “When will this era of calamities end? Why is it so hard to live a peaceful life?”

Lu Lingjun laughed. “Haven’t you had enough peace? It’s not like you need to fight.”

“But how can I be at ease when you all risk your lives?” Gu An said seriously.

Seeing the sincerity in his expression, Lu Lingjun suddenly felt guilty.

Gu An might not fight on the battlefield, but everyone around him had benefited from his herbs and elixirs. His contributions were no less significant than those of the warriors themselves.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Lingjun reassured him, “Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon. It all depends on the battle between the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path and the Demon Ancestor.”

Gu An nodded. “Let’s go down and reassure the disciples. In times like these, we must stand united.”

His divine sense could already detect that the Demon Ancestor was drawing closer to the northern border.

A decisive battle was imminent.