Become a fairy alone

Lu Xiaotian shook his head with a wry smile. He originally thought that Xiang Kuang would be the most difficult to control in this battle against the Evil Heavenly Dragon, as the Mad Dragon bloodline would be difficult to control once it was activated.

Unexpectedly, Xiang Kuang realized the vast gap between himself and the enemy, and worried that his recklessness would harm the Dragon Clan. So he joined forces with Wen Yan and Gu Han to fight a more cautious and methodical battle. The unexpected turn of events came from Yan Ji, the strongest among them.

Lu Xiaotian was helpless against Yan Ji's madness. He could only mobilize the power of the dragon totem, ready to intervene at any time.

Yan Ji's actions were too audacious; a slight misstep could have drawn a devastating strike from the Evil Heavenly Dragon. Lu Xiaotian, with only a fraction of his divine power, could easily mobilize the totem's power to intercept an ordinary Immortal Lord. However, intercepting a powerful being like the Evil Heavenly Dragon required a considerable amount of time to build up his strength before he could even have a chance.

Under Kuang Ziyou's orders, the three Saint Pill Spirits fought the most conservatively. The Saint Pill Spirits' strength was no match for Jin Tong and the others, and the Pill Spirit army was no match for the Weilong army. Their conservative approach was also due to their limited strength.

If they all rushed towards the Evil Heavenly Dragon in a chaotic rush, Lu Xiaotian would be in trouble; the situation would be too messy for him to handle.

With a whoosh, the three holy sword spirits, their long swords encircling their waists, spun at an astonishing speed, connecting with the battle formation of the Danling army, like three giant pythons attacking the auspicious clouds of sword energy.

The sharp blades unleashed by the exquisite pearl continuously forced Saint Pill Spirit back, almost compelling him to retreat into the battle formation.

With the help of Wen Yan and Gu Han on either side, Jin Tong swung his twin hammers, bringing both clouds of auspicious sword intent into his attack range.

At this moment, the gap between the Danling army and the dragon race became apparent. Faced with the counterattack of the sword formation, the three Saint Danling could not withstand the pressure and frequently retreated into the army. The Danling army inevitably suffered some casualties.

Jin Tong, on the other hand, was under even greater pressure, directly withstanding the fierce attacks of the two sword-qi clouds, and was still advancing step by step.

Within the Weilong Army, there were occasional instances of soldiers being injured by the aftershocks, but these were largely held off by the combined efforts of Wen Tingdao, Heilong, Zhejiang, and Ao Ming, all dragons in their primordial spirit forms. No one was killed; even those who were injured were immediately replaced.

The three Dragon Lords led their dragon army forward steadily, causing considerable strain on the Evil Heavenly Dragon's sword formation. They had to activate the formation at times, mobilizing other sword energies and auspicious clouds to take over, in order to prevent excessive consumption in any one area.

Swoosh! One of the Eight-Sided Exquisite Pearls of the Turbid Blade was not replaced in time, and under the huge impact of the Dragon Clan's battle formation, it was seized by Golden Eye and bombarded with hundreds of hammer blows.

Wen Yan and Gu Han were also delighted to notice the stagnation in the formation.

"Eight Dragons Approaching the Sea!" Wen Yan's longsword swept through the void, transforming into eight graceful arcs. Her attack power was not yet as strong as Jin Tong's; her main role was to provide support from the side and create opportunities for Jin Tong to attack.

Gu Han also unleashed a powerful strike with the Thick Earth Emperor Abyss Blade. The strike was as if it had cleaved through an endless abyss, its force immense. This strike was the pinnacle of his life.

He had lost too much energy in the Blue Moon Flood Dragon Sea and had not fully recovered yet. However, after being brought to the Dragon Domain, the shackles on his body and mind were completely removed.

Fighting alongside the dragons, against a powerful opponent like the Evil Heavenly Dragon, Gu Han felt as if his primordial spirit had been sublimated. The change in his state of mind loosened the stagnation in his cultivation level that had been stagnant for many years.

With his ever-improving mastery of the laws, he unleashed a series of strikes. The amount of dragon essence infused with the power of the laws remained largely unchanged, but his swordplay became sharper and possessed an unprecedented grandeur and weight. Naturally, its destructive power also increased accordingly.

The killing energy of several battle formations vibrated, and the Linglong Qiankun Turbid Blade Formation was like being in a raging storm, being violently pulled from time to time, as if it would be violently torn apart at any moment.

Sizzle! Under the continuous attacks, the Linglong Pearl emitted wisps of gray aura.

Lu Xiaotian noticed a gray aura occasionally drifting around, his eyes flickered, but ultimately he didn't bother to warn Yan Ji, Jin Tong, Wen Yan, or anyone else.

There's a difference between one's own understanding and external reminders. Not only Yan Ji, but Jin Tong and Wen Yan also absolutely didn't want external forces to intervene in the fight before the signs of defeat were even apparent. They could only wait until problems arose before making any decisions.

The Eight-Sided Exquisite Pearl of the Turbid Blade was attacked one after another, which greatly affected the entire blade formation. Jin Tong, Wen Yan and the others also advanced step by step.

Just when the group felt things were going well, the gray aura that had previously dissipated suddenly transformed into several gray dragons, carrying endless sword intent as they plunged headlong into the Weilong Army.

The Weilong Army reacted swiftly, immediately taking defensive action and unleashing a barrage of sword strikes. Their crossbow bolts shattered most of the gray dragon shadows, but three dragon shadows managed to dart into the Weilong Army's ranks.

In an instant, hundreds of dragons were corroded by the gray aura, their bodies dissolving and vanishing at a visible speed.

"Damn it!" The black dragon's eyes were bloodshot with rage. The growth of the dragon race was not easy, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of dragons had been lost. To outsiders, it was insignificant, but to them, the elders of the dragon race, who had witnessed the entire race's growth from nothing to something, the loss of hundreds of dragons was a deep pain.

A hazy, fiery domain swept over the gray dragon shadow.

Wen Tingdao unleashed a sword strike, and endless ocean tides surged with the force of the sword.

Ying Xuanming thrust out his spear, as if the underworld had descended, accompanied by the roar of dragons.

Ao Ming, Zhe Jiang, Zi Luo, and other dragons in their primordial spirit forms also took immediate action. Under their leadership, the main force of the Wei Long Army quickly responded, splitting into several groups to launch successive attacks, annihilating several dragon-colored shadows within the battle formation.

"Open up!" Jin Tong was furious. Despite his repeated precautions, the enemy still managed to break into the army's formation with their unpredictable methods. Fueled by rage, his bloodline potential erupted, and a faint layer of blood energy appeared on the surface of his Wind and Thunder Hammers.

With a thunderous roar, as his warhammer swung down, Wen Yan and Gu Han's attacks followed, and a corner of the blade array under attack began to twist violently.

However, the blade light emitted by the twisted blade array shot out to the left and right. While a dozen or so gray dragon shadows pierced into the bat army and scattered death, these two terrifying blade lights blocked Yan Ji's wings from the left and right.

Wen Yan couldn't help but feel anxious. The methods of the powerful Evil Heavenly Dragon were truly unpredictable, and his ultimate goal was still Yan Ji.

Boom! The two exquisite pearls could not withstand the concentrated attack of the several dragon lords and the dragon battle formation, and exploded directly. The resulting raging wave of sword intent swept towards the dragon battle formation.

Jin Tong, Wen Yan, and Gu Han were the first to be hit, but they dared not retreat because the Weilong Army was behind them. If they could escape, the casualties of the lower-ranking clansmen would be at least several times greater than before.

"Wind and Thunder Barrier!" Golden Eyes swung his twin hammers, and with the surge of wind and thunder, a thick barrier was formed, blocking the dragon's battle formation in an instant.

"Abyss Blade Curtain!" Gu Han followed closely behind, setting up a blade light barrier to replace Jin Tong's defense. "Weilong Army, Charge!" Wen Yan took a deep breath, drawing her longsword forward and gathering the killing intent of the battle formation within its light. She then swung her sword down.

Boom! The defenses erected by Jin Tong and Gu Han were destroyed one after another in the blink of an eye. Both coughed up blood, retreated to Wen Yan's side, and resumed striking with their hammers or swinging their swords. Their injuries were not serious, and did not significantly affect their attacks.

Rumble! The dragon battle formation, and even the tattered Linglong Qiankun Turbid Blade Formation, were under intense pressure. The resulting impact forced the three Saint Pill Spirits and their army back. Ironically, the losses of the Pill Spirit army were reduced.

The evil dragon's eyes flashed with murderous intent. The great formation had been broken, and two of the eight exquisite pearls had been destroyed. The price he had paid was considerable, and now it was time for him to reap some benefits.

The turbid dragon reached out and grasped at the misty air, causing the scattered gray aura to coalesce into a large hand that reached out towards Yan Ji from different directions.

Lu Xiaotian's illusory figure wasn't too worried. He knew Yan Ji far better than the Evil Heavenly Dragon. Even in this extremely unfavorable situation, Yan Ji could still escape if she really wanted to.

However, Lu Xiaotian's illusory figure quickly raised his hand. At this moment, Yan Ji seemed to have gone mad, refusing to retreat and launching a counterattack. This was not just a simple matter of dancing on the edge of a knife.

"How dare you!" The Evil Dragon laughed in fury. How dare a junior look down on him like this? He would not be able to swallow this insult unless he severely injured or even killed the other party.

The Vulgar Heavenly Dragon sneered, "Vulgar Purgatory!"

In an instant, waves of gray light rippled out from the encircling hands and swayed towards Yan Ji.

Upon seeing these gray light waves, the three Saint Pill Spirits trembled almost instinctively. This method targeting the soul was too effective against them. Fortunately, they were not the direct target of the opponent, otherwise they would have been either killed or maimed.

Within the streaks of gray light, dense dragon shadows were hidden, their jaws gaping menacingly as they tried to tear Yan Ji apart. If Yan Ji showed the slightest weakness under such an attack, her body and soul would be devoured completely.

Even if Lu Xiaotian were to use his dragon totem to intervene and rescue her, a large portion of her primordial spirit might be devoured. Given Yan Ji's cultivation level, Lu Xiaotian would find it difficult to repair such an injury inflicted by a celestial dragon.

The Evil Heavenly Dragon had meticulously planned this attack, even sacrificing two of the Evil Blade Eight-Sided Exquisite Pearls, all for this moment.

Time was running out for him. The self-destruction of the Linglong Pearl, which restrained the dragon's battle formation, only bought him a very short period of time, making this turbid inferno even more ferocious. Yan Ji fell into it and, without immediately choosing to retreat, had already stepped into the gates of hell.

The roar of the evil dragon assaulted her primordial spirit, causing Yan Ji's mind to waver, making it almost impossible for her to hold the demonic sword in her hand.

Realizing that it was impossible to block this attack with the power of the laws, Yan Ji did not panic at all. Her slender white fingers trembled as she gripped the knife, and an eerie aura emanated from her body, which steadied her trembling hand.

Yan Ji swung her sword outwards, the blade light condensing around her body and resisting the dragon shadow's devouring power.

Countless sword shadows converged in the void to form a gigantic bottle-shaped shadow. The aura of the bottle-shaped shadow partially offset the powerful suppression of the primordial spirit by the turbid purgatory.

Yan Ji wielded her sword with abandon, seemingly forgetting about life and death, victory and defeat.

"The illusory image of the Heavenly Crossing Demon Bottle!" Lu Xiaotian's eyes lit up. He then remembered that Yan Ji, in the form of a demon bat, had achieved the position of Demon Lord, a title bestowed upon her by the demon realm. She also possessed an illusory image of a realm-suppressing artifact within her body.

Lu Xiaotian had already seen the Boundless Demon Blade, the Ghostly Boundary Stele, and the illusory Jade Disc of Creation. As for the Heavenly Crossing Demon Bottle, this was the first time he had encountered it.

Overall, he had relatively few conflicts with the demon realm. Even when he fought against Ying Langtian, the demon lord, the other party never used the illusory image of the Heavenly Crossing Demon Bottle.

Different demon lords, monster lords, or immortal lords have varying degrees of integration with the illusory image of the realm-suppressing object.

At this moment, Yan Ji used the illusory image of the Heavenly Crossing Demon Bottle, completely integrating it into her own sword aura. Her fusion and application of the world-suppressing object was the most thorough one that Lu Xiaotian had ever seen so far.

Its sword force was thus elevated to a new level, vaguely possessing the power approaching that of an emperor, and was somewhat similar to the combined attack of the eight Vulture Mountain Demon Shadows in the Netherworld Abyss.

This is probably the fundamental difference between the strengths and weaknesses of the Immortal Lord level, Lu Xiaotian couldn't help but sigh.

Yu Huaxianjun is revered as the first ruler below the emperor, and it is estimated that his degree of integration with the illusory image of the Creation Jade Disc is no less than that of Yan Ji. However, very few people can force Yu Huaxianjun to such an extent.

Under the threat of death, Yan Ji's sword strikes were seemingly sealed and closed. Even with Lu Xiaotian's keen eyesight, he could not see the slightest flaw. The opponent had perfectly fused the world-suppressing artifact, the Demon Bat Blade in her hand, and the origin of the laws.

Forgetting all techniques and supernatural abilities, he simply followed his instincts and slashed one strike after another. There was no trace of deliberate use of supernatural abilities; it was all based on instinct, so naturally, there were no flaws.

In this state, Yan Ji is invincible. It's not that she can defeat all enemies, but that she no longer distinguishes between friend and foe. She only has the instinct to survive and yearn for a higher realm.

Seeing that Yan Ji could unleash such a powerful sword strike in front of a formidable enemy like the Evil Heavenly Dragon, Lu Xiaotian was worried for her. At the same time, he also secretly sighed that although Yan Ji was sometimes a bit crazy, her amazing potential had only fully erupted after she severed her ties with the Dragon Seal Cult Master.

Without madness, one cannot become a Buddha. Yan Ji does not cultivate Buddhism; she achieves the Dao within her heart. The True Spirit of Ten Thousand Kills is about to appear in the world, the Puppet Emperor will advance, and the battlefield between immortals and demons will continue to be turbulent. Yan Ji may indeed ascend to the throne.

Damn it! Veins bulged on the head of the Evil Heavenly Dragon, never expecting that Yan Ji would suddenly use the illusory image of the Heavenly Crossing Demon Bottle, and even more so, to such an astonishing degree. The Evil Heavenly Dragon's near-fatal strike was also unable to subdue this junior for a time.

"Splitting Yuan Style!" Meng Fushan, watching from the side, was already deeply moved.

The three Saint Pill Spirits were severely suppressed by the turbid purgatory, and their combat power was greatly reduced. Meng Fushan, who had been holding back for a long time, took over the position of Saint Pill Spirit as soon as he received Lu Xiaotian's order.

He alone could not possibly rival three Saint Pill Spirits. A roc shadow flashed by, bamboo forests sprang up in the void, and the dragon seal pierced the air. Palace Master Lei Peng, Monk Lan Yun, and Ni Chang did not let go of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. To fight against a Heavenly Dragon Realm expert was something they could hardly have imagined before, but such an opportunity was now before their eyes.

The attacks of the Evil Heavenly Dragon were still too powerful for them. Even with Yan Ji's complete fusion with the illusory image of the Heavenly Crossing Demon Bottle, she could only defend herself under the Evil Purgatory. She was temporarily powerless to retaliate. (End of Chapter)