Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

Chapter 155: One Sword Against Ten Thousand Troops

On the shores of the East Sea.

At this moment, numerous powerhouses gathered.

Han Xuanji saw this scene from afar and nodded secretly.

When the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact.

These individuals were all powerhouses from various Sects in the Nine Heavens.

Under the call of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, many Sects also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Led by the four Holy Lands, they organized an allied army.

Cultivators from various factions and Sects across the world continuously arrived.

The more people there were, the more their confidence grew.

Purple Sun Old Ancestor of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, Arhat Wuzhu of Nirvana Temple, Qingxu Sword Immortal of Shu Mountain Sword Sect… nearly ten Ascension Realm powerhouses had also arrived.

This force could not be said to be weak.

On this day.

Purple Sun Old Ancestor, clad in purple robes, gazed into the distance at the demonic clouds that blotted out the sky.

Beneath the demonic clouds was the gathering place of the Cultivators from the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and his face was etched with worry.

The sea breeze ruffled his grizzled beard and hair.

As a member of the Kunlun Immortal Sect, he understood the terror of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect better than anyone else.

Even if it was just a fleeting glimpse, the aura emanating from the distance grew stronger day by day.

“Amitabha.”

A Buddhist chant resounded.

Arhat Wuzhu, clad in a simple kasaya and with a compassionate expression, slowly walked to Purple Sun Old Ancestor’s side.

He pressed his palms together, his gaze also directed towards the rolling demonic clouds.

Golden light flickered in his eyes, as if he wanted to see through everything behind the Devilish Qi.

“Brother Purple Sun, the strength of this Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect…”

Arhat Wuzhu’s voice paused, carrying an unprecedented solemnity:

“I’m afraid… it far exceeds our estimations. Deep within that demonic island, there are already no less than ten auras at the Ascension Realm level, and several more unfathomable auras, especially that one…”

He raised his withered finger, pointing distantly towards the core of the demonic clouds, where an ancient Vicious Beast seemed to be coiled, devouring everything.

“That aura… has likely reached the Ascension Late Stage.”

Ascension Late Stage.

Purple Sun Old Ancestor’s pupils suddenly constricted, and he gasped.

Although he had some suspicions, being personally confirmed by Arhat Wuzhu, a Buddhist mighty figure renowned for his “Heavenly Eye,” still greatly shook his Divine Soul.

The Ascension Realm was a Realm that truly transcended the mundane, almost akin to an Ascended Immortal.

The difference in strength between each stage was not small, and the gap between Ascension Middle Stage and Late Stage was even greater.

Even their Kunlun Immortal Sect only had one existence at the Ascension Late Stage, but this Old Ancestor also needed to guard the Demon Suppression Abyss and had no time to deal with these matters.

“I don’t know…”

Purple Sun Old Ancestor had not finished speaking.

At this moment.

A terrifyingly immense pressure descended, startling them all to turn and look.

The next second.

Even many Ascension Cultivators couldn’t help but frown, feeling a trace of fear.

From the direction of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect, on the other side of the sea.

A colossal floating fortress appeared, like a giant beast in the sky, unstoppable, devouring heaven and earth.

Before this fortress, everything in its path seemed like dust.

Arhat Wuzhu took a deep breath and focused his gaze.

There were countless Cultivators on the fortress, each of them with considerable cultivation.

The several auras standing at the very front were incredibly powerful, manifesting demonic god phantoms behind them.

Each one was no less powerful than the one they had observed earlier.

“Amitabha.”

Arhat Wuzhu closed his eyes, silently chanting Buddhist prayers to calm his mind.

In the Immortal Alliance army, many people saw this scene and their faces turned pale, some even collapsing directly to the ground.

“How can we win this?”

Someone said with a bitter smile.

It wasn’t that they were afraid, but that the disparity in strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

“How many people must there be?”

Lu Fan clicked his tongue.

Although he had always imagined the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect to be powerful, upon seeing it, he realized his imagination was still insufficient.

This force was enough to flatten any power in the Nine Heavens!

“No wonder they had the confidence to come to the Nine Heavens.”

The Demon Venerable’s voice slowly resounded:

“Being able to witness this scene is worth it. I’ve lived for a thousand years, and I’ve never seen such a formation.”

Cultivators in the Tribulation Transcendence Realm were merely larger ants in the face of this level of war.

Only the Ascension Realm could influence the battle.

But it was only an influence.

…

“Vice Sect Master, Heavenly Mandate Holy Venerable, you’ve finally arrived.”

Calamity Sea Sovereign sensed these two auras, and a smile curved at his lips.

These two powerhouses were the strongest under Devouring Heaven Old Ancestor, both peerless powerhouses at the Ascension Late Stage, their strength unfathomable.

In reality.

Devouring Heaven Old Ancestor had not made a move for thousands of years, and many even speculated that Devouring Heaven Old Ancestor had Ascended or fallen.

In the hearts of many Disciples of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect, the First Holy Venerable and the Vice Sect Master were already the two strongest.

These two had eliminated countless enemies of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect, their reputation illustrious.

“With the two of you here, I can rest assured.”

Calamity Sea Sovereign said.

Heavenly Mandate Holy Venerable was a middle-aged man in black robes, with a calm expression.

He said:

“I want to see who makes you so wary.”

Just then.

Buzz!

A sword cry, as if from beyond the Nine Heavens, resounded, and a streak of Sword Qi streaked across the sky.

What followed was a scene they would never forget.

The Sword Qi was like a long river, vast and mighty, stretching for a thousand li, turning the entire sky into a sea of Sword Qi.

Han Xuanji had waited a long time for the opposing side to gather.

Since the people of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect were so confident, he wouldn’t indulge them.

Han Xuanji decided to teach them a lesson.

The long river of Sword Qi surged down!

Its target was precisely this floating fortress of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect.

“What?!”

The calm on Heavenly Mandate Holy Venerable’s face instantly froze.

For the first time, his eyes burst forth with unbelievable horror.

He felt the power contained within that long river of Sword Qi, a power that transcended his understanding.

Its immense might made him, the head of the Holy Venerables at the Ascension Late Stage, feel his Divine Soul tremble.

Under the gaze of countless people.

The Sword Qi, vast and mighty, directly destroyed the arrogant floating fortress.