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

An Hao, Si Yan’er, and a group of cultivators walked out of the Heavenly Palace, gazing up at the vast star-filled sky.

The sky of the cultivation world was always high and unreachable, yet now, countless stars shimmered so close that they felt as if they could pluck them with a mere stretch of the hand.

“What kind of phenomenon is this?”

“Is the sky collapsing?”

“Could it be the work of the Demon Ancestor?”

“No, it’s more likely a grand formation… perhaps one from Cang Heaven Sect. Their formations are always vast and magnificent, mimicking the celestial order.”

“With the rising number of demons and fiends lately, it’s becoming harder to defend our sect’s legacy.”

An Hao stared at the sky, his eyes flickering with uncertainty.

Si Yan’er stood beside him, making a few remarks, but when she received no response, she turned to him with a puzzled expression.

“What’s wrong?” She nudged his arm with her elbow.

Taking a deep breath, An Hao said, “This is the sword intent of the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path. It must be an extension of the Taicang Frightening God Sword.”

Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path?!

Everyone turned to look at him, their faces lighting up with excitement.

They had been drawn outside by the overwhelming demonic aura of the Demon Ancestor, feeling anxious and uncertain. But now, hearing An Hao’s words, their worries turned into anticipation.

Was the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path about to fight the Demon Ancestor?

Si Yan’er, knowing that the Sword Sovereign was An Hao’s master, found herself growing even more expectant of the battle ahead.

She could never forget the moment when the Sword Sovereign effortlessly wiped out a Grandmaster of the Profound Mind Realm with a mere flick of his sleeve.

Such a supreme powerhouse… surely, he would not lose, right?

Thinking back, no matter how powerful the enemy was, the Sword Sovereign had always emerged victorious.

He never acted lightly, but once he did—

The entire world trembled!

On a battlefield drenched in blood, Wu Jue fought ferociously against hordes of demons. His fists roared like the wind, each strike obliterating demonic bodies, his aura more terrifying than the creatures themselves.

Across the battlefield, legions of Taicang imperial soldiers clashed against the demonic forces.

Wu Jue suddenly looked up, shock flashing across his face.

The sky had changed.

He wasn’t the only one; other warriors also froze, but the crazed demons had no intention of stopping, forcing them to continue fighting.

Several miles away, a silver-armored general wielded a long spear, cutting through demons with unstoppable force.

He was Ye Yan, one of Gu An’s disciples, recruited from Xuan Valley.

Though still at the Foundation Establishment Stage, Ye Yan’s physique, presence, and spear technique were unmatched among his peers. While he fell short compared to Wu Jue, his spear was swift and elegant, like a dragon weaving through the battlefield. 𐍂𝘈ℕ𝙤ꞖËṣ

Spear like a swimming dragon, movement like a fleeting comet—each thrust and sweep sent flesh and blood flying.

Even Ye Yan, amidst battle, couldn’t help but gaze in awe at the celestial spectacle above.

“What kind of cultivation could create such a phenomenon?”

Years of warfare had broadened his horizons. He had seen countless battles, but this—this was something beyond comprehension.

The rulers of the world were not emperors, but those cultivators who stood above dynasties themselves.

Yet, Ye Yan knew his place. His thoughts settled, and he continued his relentless slaughter.

Standing against the wind, Li Xuandao stared at the endless stars above, his brows furrowing.

Unlike Wu Jue and Ye Yan, his cultivation allowed him to perceive the true nature of this celestial phenomenon.

“Immortal Dao Realm…”

He murmured to himself, his expression flickering.

Across the world, countless cultivators were left in awe by the transformation of the sky.

Only a handful, hidden deep within mountains, remained unaware. Among them was Zhang Bukui, still deep in seclusion, refining the Heaven-Splitting Divine Axe.

On a winding mountain path, Ye Lan, Zhen Qin, and a group of Law Enforcement Hall disciples halted in their tracks, staring at the celestial marvel above.

They speculated that a supreme cultivator was preparing to confront the unknown and terrifying demonic aura.

Ye Lan withdrew her gaze and turned to Zhen Qin.

She sighed internally.

Ever since Zhen Qin went missing and returned, she had changed.

She barely spoke, even to Ye Lan. No matter how many times Ye Lan asked, Zhen Qin refused to explain what had happened.

All she could do was pray for this catastrophe to end, so she could bring Zhen Qin back to Taixuan Sect to rest.

Every disciple stood frozen in shock, staring up at the star-filled heavens.

Lu Lingjun, too, gazed at the celestial display, sensing a boundless sword intent radiating from it.

Her thoughts immediately drifted to the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path.

Yet, she couldn’t shake the feeling that this sword intent was far stronger than what he had shown before.

Was it someone else?

Or had the Sword Sovereign never truly fought at full strength before?

Beside her, Gu An and Xiao Chuan stood side by side, mirroring each other’s expressions of shock—though Gu An was only pretending.

His divine sense had already locked onto the Demon Ancestor.

With the Celestial Star-Suppressing Infinite Sword in play, the Demon Ancestor had no escape.

Even if he wanted to retreat, it was already too late.

Yet, instead of fleeing, the Demon Ancestor unleashed an even greater surge of demonic energy—determined to break into human territory!

“Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path! Let us determine the outcome of this calamity today!”

The Demon Ancestor’s chilling voice echoed across the Three Dynasties.

But this time, no one in the world felt fear.

The name of the Sword Sovereign carried a power that filled them with absolute confidence.

By now, even the common folk knew the Sword Sovereign’s name.

He had become the guardian of the Three Dynasties—greater than even the mythical Mountain Gods.

After all, gods were distant, but the Sword Sovereign was real.

As soon as the Demon Ancestor spoke, he leaped into the air, demonic energy surging.

Thunder roared around him, lightning intertwining with the mist behind him.

Countless demonic beast phantoms howled, shaking the very land.

The ground shattered beneath him as he rushed toward Xuantian Yi and the other Grandmasters.

Even though they knew the Sword Sovereign would act soon, they didn’t dare lower their guard.

Every cultivator present summoned their strongest artifacts or arranged themselves into battle formations, preparing for the clash.

Suddenly—

A vast sword intent descended, covering the heavens!

The cultivators instinctively looked up—

And were utterly stunned.

Even the unfathomable Dao Lord and Longevity Daoist couldn’t maintain their composure.

Their eyes widened in disbelief.

Above them—

Countless stars transformed into radiant sword shadows, cascading down like a celestial storm, illuminating the entire sky!

Even the Grand Ascension cultivators felt insignificant before this spectacle.

The Demon Ancestor stared at the stellar sword rain, a flicker of fear flashing through his four eyes.

Then—his face twisted into madness.

BOOM!

The rolling demonic mist surged violently.

Countless demonic beast phantoms merged, forming a towering colossal demon.

He wielded a massive blade, raised high to cleave the heavens!

As the Grandmasters and watching cultivators beheld this apocalyptic clash, their hearts pounded like war drums—

The battle had begun!

Endless Sword Shadows from the Stars

An infinite cascade of celestial sword shadows rained down, colliding with the colossal blade in the Demon Ancestor’s hands.

In an instant, his demonic power was obliterated, and his towering body was pierced through repeatedly.

A world-shaking roar erupted from his throat as he struck his palm toward the heavens.

Yet, the sword shadows descended like a celestial river, drowning the ten-thousand-foot-tall Demon Ancestor in a radiant deluge.

The earth shattered, dust storms raged, and hurricane-like winds howled across the land.

The spiritual energy barrier erected by the Longevity Daoist crumbled instantly. Even Xuantian Yi and the other Grandmasters had to summon their spiritual power to defend themselves, but it was not enough.

Their mountaintop collapsed, sending them hurtling through the air.

From far within the Three Dynasties, people saw an explosion of light at the northern horizon.

The world lost its colors.

Even within Third Medicine Valley, disciples were forced to shut their eyes from the overwhelming brightness.

Lu Lingjun, however, soared into the sky, shielding the valley with her spiritual power.

Her beautiful face was frozen in utter disbelief, gradually fading into the blinding radiance.

Phoenix Mountain – Nianchu Cave Dwelling

The cave walls trembled violently.

Tian Yao’er huddled beneath a stone table, clutching her head, whispering her master’s name over and over in fear.

Northern Sea Mountains – Mountain God Dao Temple

Xuanmiao Zhenren stood outside the forest, his spiritual power enveloping the surrounding mountains.

Yet, even with his might, the forests quaked violently.

He gazed into the distance, his expression frozen in shock.

“The Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path…”

Xuanmiao Zhenren murmured.

Such overwhelming power—was it possible that the Sword Sovereign was not weaker than the Mountain God?

Or rather, had the Mountain God refrained from acting because he foresaw the existence of such a cultivator?

Though Xuanmiao Zhenren could not see the battle, he could not imagine how the Demon Ancestor could possibly win.

The blinding radiance lasted for ten full breaths before fading.

When everyone’s vision returned, the world still trembled, and howling winds roared through the heavens.

The once star-filled sky gradually faded away, revealing the familiar blue sky once more.

Gu An frowned as he looked at the message before him.

[You have successfully absorbed 1,030 years of lifespan from the Demon Ancestor (Fifth Level of the Scattered Immortal Stage).]

Only a little over a thousand years?

Even Lin Jingtian had given him more!

Beside him, Xiao Chuan cautiously opened his eyes, watching as the celestial phenomenon disappeared.

He turned to Gu An and asked, “Senior Brother, is it over?”

He had expected an earth-shattering duel between the Sword Sovereign and the Demon Ancestor.

And while the battle had indeed been earth-shattering…

It wasn’t really a battle at all.

Gu An took a deep breath, pretending to be deep in thought.

“I’m not sure,” he replied. “Only Lu Lingjun can tell what happened in the distance.”

Behind them, the Errand Disciples whispered amongst themselves, their gazes turning toward Lu Lingjun, still floating in the sky.

High in the air, Lu Lingjun stared northward, fear filling her eyes.

From within her long hair, a small white snake emerged—it was none other than the White Spirit Demon Emperor.

It flicked its tongue and muttered in awe,

“My heavens… That monstrous demonic aura just… vanished?”

“The Demon Ancestor wasn’t even able to last a single exchange against the Sword Sovereign?”

Lu Lingjun did not answer.

Because she was wondering the same thing.

Just how powerful was the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path?

Before long, a deafening cheer erupted from the Outer Sect City.

The disciples of Taixuan Sect could no longer contain their emotions.

In a single day, the Sword Sovereign had acted twice.

This life was already without regrets!

More importantly—

The Demon Ancestor had fallen.

Did this mean the Era of Demonic Calamities was finally coming to an end?