Immortality Cultivation: I can use my clansmen’s energy and blood to add points.

The atmosphere inside the council hall of Master Xuanyang was extremely tense.

A fierce argument broke out again within the sect.

The conservative elders, led by Elder Zhou, all looked ashen-faced.

"Sect Leader! You absolutely mustn't!"

"The Heavenly Sword Sect and the Myriad Treasures Pavilion are both entities we cannot afford to offend!"

"If we insist on opening the Star Gate, we will inevitably become the target of everyone's criticism! At that time, my Qingyun Sect will face annihilation!"

"In my opinion, it would be better to... better to hand over the star map, or at least agree to let them send people to participate, in exchange for the safety of the sect!"

"That's right! A wise person knows when to yield! We cannot sacrifice the sect's millennia-old foundation for a moment's anger!"

These elders were utterly terrified.

Faced with strong external pressure, their first thought was not to fight back, but to compromise and back down.

"enough!"

A furious shout, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the hall.

The one who spoke was none other than Elder Xiao, who was usually the most gentle.

His hair and beard stood on end, and his face was full of anger.

"A bunch of cowards!"

"Our Qingyun Sect has been established for thousands of years. When have we ever bowed our heads or knelt before anyone?"

"This star map was obtained by my sect disciple Luo Qingchen through countless brushes with death!"

"The secret of this Star Gate was finally cracked by our entire sect after countless efforts!"

"Why should we hand over the fruits of our blood and sweat just because of a single threat?"

"The backbone of my Qingyun Sect is not broken yet!"

Elder Xiao's words were resounding and made those elders who advocated for concession blush and lower their heads.

However, at that moment, even worse news came in.

"Report!"

"Reporting to the Sect Leader, an urgent report has arrived from the sect's outer perimeter security array!"

"A large number of black-clad demonic cultivators have been discovered gathering 800 miles west of the sect!"

"Their numbers are no less than three thousand! And the leader possesses several terrifying auras of the Nascent Soul stage!"

"They...they have formed a battle formation and completely blocked the exit on the west side of my sect!"

This news was like a bucket of ice water poured over everyone's heads.

They are surrounded by powerful enemies within and threatened by demonic cultivators from without.

Qingyun Sect was instantly plunged into an unprecedented and desperate situation, surrounded by enemies on all sides.

Inside the main hall, a deathly silence fell once again.

All eyes were focused on Master Xuanyang, who sat at the head of the table, remaining silent throughout.

The fate of the entire sect rests on his single thought.

for a long time.

After a long time.

Master Xuanyang slowly opened his eyes.

There was no fear or panic in his eyes, only a calm as deep as an abyss, and beneath that calm, a raging fire that could burn everything.

He stood up, walked down the platform, and step by step, came to the center of the main hall.

His voice, though not loud, was clear and reached everyone's ears.

"To convey my decree."

"First, inform the envoys of the Tianqing Sword Sect and the Wanbao Pavilion."

"The Star Gate belongs to my Azure Cloud Sect."

"We will open on time in three days."

"If they wish to observe the ceremony, my Qingyun Sect welcomes them. But if they wish to interfere, they should first ask whether the 'Zixiao' sword in my Xuan Yang's hand agrees."

"Secondly, order Qin Mingyuan to personally lead all the elite troops of the sect's battle hall to guard the western side of Wangyue Valley and keep a close watch on those demonic cultivators. If they dare to take a single step forward, kill them without mercy!"

Thirdly, issue an order to all elders and disciples.

"The Star Gate Opening Ceremony will be held as scheduled in three days!"

"Our Qingyun Sect would rather die standing than live on our knees!"

His words were resolute and deeply moving.

At that moment, everyone's blood was ignited.

The pride and fighting spirit deeply rooted in the bones of the Qingyun Sect disciples were completely ignited.

"I will follow the master's order!"

The response was like a thunderclap and a tsunami, echoing throughout the entire main peak.

Master Xuanyang turned around, his gaze passing through everyone and landing on Luo Qingchen.

He waved to Luo Qingchen.

"Luo Qingchen, come forward."

Luo Qingchen stepped forward.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Master Xuanyang personally handed a golden token, symbolizing the highest authority of the sect leader, to Luo Qingchen.

"From now until the stargate opens."

"You are in full charge of all matters concerning the opening of the Star Gate. You are responsible for mobilizing all resources of the sect and do not need to consult with anyone else."

"You will be the first person in my Qingyun Sect to step into the Star Gate."

This decision shocked everyone.

This represents an unreserved, ultimate trust.

It also represents a heavy, enormous responsibility.

Luo Qingchen took the token; it was icy cold to the touch.

He bowed deeply to Xuan Yang Zhenren.

No unnecessary words.

But his eyes said it all.

night.

Deep and dark as ink.

There are only twelve hours left before the star gate opens.

The entire Qingyun Sect was brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

Countless powerful defensive formations were pushed to their limits, with layers upon layers of colorful light screens protecting the entire mountain range as if it were an impregnable fortress.

At the summit of Tianjue Cliff.

The ancient star altar has been completely cleared out.

Luo Qingchen, Lin Wan'er, Su Xiaowan, and Bai Ling'er stood quietly in the center of the altar.

Luo Qingchen carefully placed the complete bronze star map disc into the ancient groove at the center of the altar.

Perfect fit.

The air was thick with tension, almost to the point of freezing.

The mountain wind howled, blowing their robes and making them flutter.

"kill!"

Like a tidal wave, black-clad demonic cultivators surged wildly from the churning demonic energy.

Their eyes burned with crimson flames, devoid of any human emotion, driven only by a pure desire for killing and destruction.

All sorts of bizarre and vicious spells transformed into a sky full of black light, green fire, and blood-red spears, crashing down on the defensive array of Wangyue Valley.

boom! boom! boom!
A tremendous roar could not be heard.

The pale golden light curtain that enveloped the entire valley shook violently under the onslaught of the storm, rippling outwards as if it might shatter at any moment.

Behind the fortifications in the valley, the disciples of Qingyun Sect wore solemn expressions.

They gripped their magical artifacts tightly, channeling their spiritual power into the array's core beneath them to maintain the stability of the light barrier.

Qin Mingyuan stood atop the highest arrow tower, his expression as cold and resolute as iron.

His gaze pierced through the chaotic battlefield and locked onto the rear of the demonic cultivator army.

There, three figures floated silently in mid-air.

The aura emanating from them was a terrifying one, far surpassing that of other demonic cultivators, belonging to the Nascent Soul stage.

This is the real threat.

"Hold on! Don't mess up!"

Qin Mingyuan's voice, like a resounding bell, clearly reached the ears of every disciple. "Archers, prepare!"

"Listen to my orders!"

"Three, two, one!"

"Fire arrows!"

call out!call out!call out!
At a command, thousands of demon-slaying arrows, which had been ready to be fired, transformed into a golden torrent, tearing through the darkness and plunging fiercely into the demon cultivators' ranks.

puff!puff!puff!
The sounds of arrows piercing flesh rose and fell.

Those low-level demonic cultivators who were at the forefront fell down in swathes, like wheat that had been cut down.

Where the demon-slaying arrows struck, plumes of black smoke rose, as if raging fire were scorching rotten wood.

However, these demonic cultivators were fearless and undaunted.

They seemed to feel no pain; when those in front fell, those behind would immediately step on their fallen comrades and continue their frenzied charge forward.

"Hmph, a bunch of cannon fodder."

Qin Mingyuan snorted coldly.

He knew this was just a probing attack from the other side.

Sure enough, at that moment, one of the three Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators behind the demonic cultivator made a move.

He was a skinny, bamboo-like demonic cultivator.

He raised a withered hand and made a clasping gesture towards the direction of Wangyue Valley.

"Blood Demon Great Handprint!"

In an instant, the corpses of the demonic cultivators who had been killed on the battlefield exploded, turning into thick clouds of blood mist.

These blood mists rapidly converged in the air, forming a terrifying, blood-red giant hand, hundreds of feet in size.

Above the giant hand, resentment soared to the sky, and countless painful, distorted human faces appeared and disappeared within it, emitting silent wails.

The crimson giant hand, carrying immense force, slammed down on the defensive light barrier.

Boom!

An unprecedentedly loud bang shook the entire Moon Gazing Valley violently.

Visible cracks appeared on the defensive light barrier.

The dozens of disciples maintaining the formation coughed up blood on the spot, their faces turning deathly pale instantly.

"Oh no! The formation is about to collapse!"

A deacon in charge of the array's central core shouted in terror.

"Why panic!"

Qin Mingyuan roared angrily, and his figure vanished from the arrow tower in an instant.

The next moment, he was already at the very front of the defensive light barrier.

"War Hall members, follow me into battle!"

"Confirm, Green Wood Battle Formation!"

At Qin Mingyuan's command, the hundreds of core disciples of the Battle Hall behind him immediately sprang into action.

Their figures darted through the air, forming a mysterious formation.

Streams of pure wood-elemental spiritual energy rose from their bodies, connected with each other, and converged on Qin Mingyuan.

Qin Mingyuan's body was instantly enveloped in a layer of dazzling azure light.

At this moment, his aura also rose steadily, and he even showed signs of faintly touching the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm.

"cut!"

Qin Mingyuan suddenly swung the cyan longsword in his hand forward.

A solid, hundred-foot-long cyan sword light appeared out of nowhere.

The sword light seemed to contain endless vitality, yet it also possessed a sharpness capable of cutting through everything.

scoff!

The cyan sword light collided violently with the blood-red giant hand.

There were no earth-shattering explosions.

There was only a soft sound, like a hot knife cutting into butter.

The hideous, terrifying blood-red giant hand was like a nemesis to the vibrant blue sword light; it was cleaved in two and instantly dissolved, turning into a sky full of black mist.

"what?"

In the distance, the Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator who had made the move let out a surprised exclamation.

He never expected that such a small valley as Wangyue Valley would have such a powerful battle formation.

"Kill out!"

Qin Mingyuan struck with his sword and didn't stop for a moment.

He took the lead, transforming into a streak of azure light, and was the first to break through the shattering defensive light barrier.

The hundreds of disciples of the Battle Hall followed closely behind, forming a sharp arrow that pierced fiercely into the demonic cultivator army.

Every time Qin Mingyuan swung his longsword, it brought forth a large amount of blood.

Those demonic cultivators in the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core stages were utterly helpless in front of him, easily killed like clay chickens and earthen dogs.

The disciples of the Battle Hall were equally brave and fierce.

With the support of the Azure Wood Battle Formation, they were adept at both offense and defense, and their teamwork was impeccable. Like a highly efficient meat grinder, they continuously reaped the lives of demonic cultivators.

In an instant, the Qingyun Sect's momentum surged.

The previously precarious defensive line was miraculously stabilized, and a counterattack was even launched.

"court death!"

Behind the demonic cultivator, two other Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivators were enraged upon seeing this.

One of the demonic cultivators, a burly man with bulging muscles, roared and charged into the battlefield.

In his hand, he held a huge black spiked club.

Each swing carries a terrifying power that tears the air apart.

"Qin Mingyuan, your opponent is me!"

The burly demonic cultivator charged straight at Qin Mingyuan.

"Well done!"

Qin Mingyuan's eyes blazed with fighting spirit. Instead of retreating, he advanced and met the enemy head-on.

boom!
The sword and the staff collided violently.

The terrifying aftershocks of energy spread outwards, instantly turning dozens of low-level demonic cultivators in the vicinity into a bloody mist.

Qin Mingyuan's figure swayed slightly.

The burly demonic cultivator retreated three steps, each step leaving a deep footprint in the hard ground.

High judgment.

With the help of the battle formation, Qin Mingyuan actually managed to suppress this demonic cultivator, who was also at the early stage of the Nascent Soul realm, in terms of strength.

"Come again!"

Qin Mingyuan pressed his advantage relentlessly, his longsword transforming into countless azure shadows that completely enveloped the burly demonic cultivator.

On the other side, the gaunt Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator was also fighting against the deputy of the Azure Wood Battle Formation, a late-stage Golden Core Battle Hall steward.

In an instant, the entire Moon Gazing Valley was transformed into a brutal and devastating battlefield.

Shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the roar of spells intertwined to create a symphony of death.

Blood stained the earth red.

Severed limbs and remains are everywhere.

Every minute, every second, lives are lost.

The disciples of Qingyun Sect fought valiantly, and not one of them retreated.

They knew that behind them lay the sect.

Behind them was Luo Qingchen performing a ceremony that concerned the fate of the entire sect.

They must use their own flesh and blood to buy enough time for the sect and for Luo Qingchen.

Qin Mingyuan fought with increasing ferocity.

His swordsmanship was bold and expansive, full of soaring fighting spirit.

The burly demonic cultivator was forced to retreat under his fierce attack, and several deep, bone-revealing wounds appeared on his body.

"waste!"

At that moment, the last one, who was also the strongest Nascent Soul stage demonic cultivator, finally made a move.

He had been observing coldly all along, and only now did he slowly speak. (End of Chapter)