Qinghe Immortal Clan.

While Wang Yan and the others were still fully engaged in attacking the "Ice Soul Demon Emperor" in the distance, they had to find a way to evacuate immediately.

Otherwise, if he were surrounded by human cultivators, even if he were a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, he would probably not be able to escape unscathed today.

After making his decision, the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" immediately put away his black cane, and a surge of golden spiritual light appeared on his body as his magical power flowed.

The next moment, as the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" shifted its form, a giant black-gray tortoise quickly appeared in the lightning cage.

After revealing its true form, the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" raised its head and roared, its body growing larger again and directly supporting the white lightning outside.

Seeing this, Song Qingming immediately poured all the divine lightning stored in the "Seven Star Thunder Lamp" in front of him into the Thunder Cage.

Although he was already being struck by lightning, his entire body was crackling and bursting with sparks and flames.

However, the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" did not stop casting spells. He struggled with his limbs to break through the lightning cage on his body and slowly broke free from it.

Looking at the giant black tortoise in front of him, which was a hundred feet tall, even though Song Qingming had tried his best to control the lightning in his hand, he still couldn't stop it from breaking free of the cage.

In order to break through Song Qingming's lightning cage, the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" also paid a considerable price, with his body being washed by lightning several times.

Even his prized tortoise shell showed signs of scorching in many places, and the air was filled with the smell of cooked meat.

After struggling to break free of the "Lightning Cage", the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" glanced at Song Qingming in the distance and immediately turned around and fled into the distance without hesitation.

Song Qingming originally wanted to step forward to stop the other party, but unfortunately, he had also consumed most of his magic power in order to stop the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" from escaping.

Moreover, the Heavenly Thunder that he possessed to restrain his opponent had also been exhausted in the recent battle, leaving him without the means to trap his opponent.

Although the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" looked somewhat disheveled, he had only suffered minor injuries in the battle just now, which did not affect his combat power too much.

After chasing for dozens of miles, seeing the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" plunge into the lake below, Song Qingming immediately gave up the pursuit and retreated to the battlefield.

By the time Song Qingming returned, Wang Yan and the others had already successfully killed the "Ice Soul Demon Emperor" and were chasing after him, soon meeting up at one place.

"Fellow Daoist Song, are you alright?"

"Fellow Daoists, rest assured, I only expended some of my magic power and am fine. It's just a pity that I couldn't stop the Iron Wall Demon Emperor from escaping back to the lake."

Seeing Wang Yan and the others looking at him with concern, Song Qingming immediately waved his hand and offered an explanation.

"Alas, the Iron Wall Demon Emperor is at least a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator. It's understandable that you couldn't stop him, so there's no need to be so disappointed."

Now that the Ice Soul Demon Emperor has been killed by us, the Black Feather Demon Emperor only has his Nascent Soul left and is no longer a threat.

The demon clan of Taiyue Lake now only has Tie Bi left. Even if he escapes back, they won't be able to cause much trouble in the short term.

Upon learning that Song Qingming had not left behind the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor," Wang Yan and the others were not too surprised and immediately reassured him.

Although Song Qingming possessed many supernatural abilities to counter his opponent, the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" was, after all, a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, and naturally possessed some life-saving methods for critical moments.

Song Qingming's ability to hold off his opponent for so long and to make the "Iron Wall Demon Emperor" escape in such a sorry state was already beyond everyone's expectations.

Even if Song Qingming could catch up with the opponent, there would probably not be enough time for so many of them to arrive. Killing a great cultivator is by no means an easy task.

".."

After a brief chat, the group quickly returned to the front lines. At this time, the demon army besieging Mount Ling below had also begun to gradually retreat.

Knowing that the enemy had no Nascent Soul Demon Emperor to protect them, the group naturally wouldn't let go of such a good opportunity to beat a drowning dog. They immediately led the human cultivator army to chase after the fleeing demon beasts.

In this battle, the human cultivator alliance achieved a great victory, not only successfully killing a powerful demon emperor, but also capturing more than 10,000 demon beasts from the lake.

After this battle, the demon army of Taiyue Lake within the territory of the Song Kingdom retreated thousands of miles, and the human cultivators instantly subdued a large amount of lost territory in the east.

Not long after, the Hunyuan Sect, having rested, joined forces with many other sects in the east to launch a full-scale counterattack against the lands occupied by the demon race.

In less than a month, they completely drove the demon army of Taiyue Lake out of the Song Kingdom.

With the help of the Hunyuan Sect, the other small countries in the surrounding area have also begun to recover their lost territories. It is estimated that it will not be long before the monster turmoil is completely quelled.

".."

Just as Song Qingming and his group repelled the demon alliance of Taiyue Lake, a fierce battle also broke out on the Lu Kingdom's front line east of the Fuyun Mountains.

High in the sky, facing a sharp sword light coming from in front of him, Zheng Zitong frowned slightly and immediately activated the "Canglang Ruler" in his hand, turning it into a blue light to block it.

Seeing the extraordinary power of the magical weapon in the opponent's hand, an elderly man with white hair and a youthful face, dressed in a Taoist robe, not far away couldn't help but exclaim in admiration:

"When I first met Fellow Daoist He, I heard that your sect possessed a high-grade fourth-level magic treasure. It is a pleasure to see it today, and this trip has not been in vain."

"Fellow Daoist Wude, isn't your Jade Sword Sect supposed to be focused on cultivation and detached from the struggles of the cultivation world? I'm truly puzzled as to why you've come here. Could it be that you've also joined the Heavenly Sea Alliance?"

Faced with Zheng Zitong's questioning, the "Martial Virtue Master" standing not far away shook his head with a smile and said:

"Hehe! Fellow Daoist Zheng, you misunderstand. Our sect is only here at your invitation to offer some assistance. We have never joined the Tianhai Alliance!"

"You have been fighting here for years, and countless cultivators have perished below. I hope that my journey here will finally end this carnage for both of you."

"Oh! Fellow Daoist Wude is truly a virtuous person, so compassionate towards all living beings, traveling thousands of miles to kindly come here to mediate for us."

Since your Jade Sword Sect didn't come here to take advantage of our misfortune, why don't you cease hostilities and leave, and we can sit down and talk things over?"

Seeing how thick-skinned the white-haired old Taoist was, even though he had come to help the "Tianhai Alliance" in battle, he could still show some helplessness in his words. Zheng Zitong couldn't help but make another sarcastic remark to the other party.

However, faced with Zheng Zitong's sarcasm, "Master Wude" seemed not to understand, and calmly replied without changing his expression:

"Since the founding of my Jade Sword Sect, we have always made friends through swordsmanship. If you wish to have a talk with me, you must first defeat the flying sword in my hand!"

Having said that, "Martial Virtue Master" activated his flying sword once more, unleashing waves of powerful pressure.

Zheng Zitong, who wields the "Canglang Ruler," has already surpassed the supernatural power of ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators. Apart from late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, he rarely takes cultivators of the same level seriously.

However, at this moment, Zheng Zi's eyes revealed a rare hint of apprehension when facing the white-haired old man.

The person he fought was none other than the Supreme Elder of the Jade Sword Sect, Wu De Zhenren, a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator second only to the great cultivator Yuan Luohua in the Tianhai cultivation world, and whose strength and supernatural abilities ranked second.

This person not only possesses the peak cultivation of the sixth level of the Nascent Soul stage, but is also a Nascent Soul cultivator who has achieved Dao through sword cultivation.

Even Zheng Zitong, who wielded the "Canglang Ruler," couldn't gain any advantage against him; on the contrary, he was slightly at a disadvantage.

The Jade Sword Sect was originally a powerful Nascent Soul sect in the Tianhai cultivation world. Apart from not having any late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators within its ranks, its strength was not much weaker than that of the top-ranked Qingyang Sect.

In the past, due to some disagreements with the other major sects of the "Tianhai Alliance", the "Yujian Sect" did not join them or participate in their northward expedition against the State of Lu.

This time, no one knows what method the "Tianhai Alliance" used, but they actually persuaded Wu De Zhenren, who had always been at odds with them, to lead the "Yujianmen" cultivators to join the battle.

Previously, after receiving thousands of reinforcements from Bai Yuxian and a large amount of urgently needed supplies for the front line, it was thought that the "White Meng Mountain" cultivator army had stabilized the situation.

Unexpectedly, before they could settle down for long, Bai Yuxian and the others discovered that the "Tianhai Alliance" cultivators' army at the foot of the mountain had received many more powerful reinforcements.

After some investigation, they learned that the reinforcements that had come from the powerful "Jade Sword Sect" were actually from the enemy.

This change was truly unexpected by Zheng Zitong and the others.

Sure enough, after the Jade Sword Sect reinforcements arrived, the Heavenly Sea Alliance launched another full-scale attack on White Mountain.

The two sides have fought several battles so far, and both sides have lost a lot of cultivators. The area around "White Meng Mountain" has long been stained red with blood.

While Zheng Zitong was battling "Martial Virtue True Man," the other Nascent Soul cultivators high above were also fighting their own battles.

Not far away, Song Qingyu's opponent was still Xiao Haoran, a fifth-level Nascent Soul cultivator from the Qingyang Sect.

Although this person was a Nascent Soul cultivator with profound cultivation, he appeared very gentle and refined, like an ordinary scholar.
Even when fighting with his enemies, he always had a book in his hand, giving the impression of being nonchalant.

However, although Xiao Haoran appears to be very scholarly, his strength is no weaker than that of the other mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators present.

Song Qingyu had fought him many times before, and had always lost more than he had won. He could only barely hold off his opponent by relying on his powerful offensive capabilities as a sword cultivator.

This was the first time she had faced such a formidable enemy since she had reached the Nascent Soul stage.

"Sword intent takes form, raindrops can pierce stone!"

Seeing that she was being forced to retreat again by Xiao Haoran, Song Qingyu's "natal flying sword" suddenly flew into the sky. The next moment, countless sword lights fell like raindrops, covering Xiao Haoran's head.

Faced with Song Qingyu's renewed willingness to risk her injury and deliver a fatal blow, Xiao Haoran had no choice but to temporarily halt his attack. He then cast a spell to release a magical artifact, which transformed into a golden shield above his head.

With his eyes fixed on Song Qingyu, who was casting a spell not far away, he intended to launch another attack while the spell was finished, but he suddenly felt that the shield he had created was not quite right.

When Xiao Haoran looked up, he discovered that the golden protective shield above his head had developed a crack.

"Hey, this is it?"

Xiao Haoran had successfully blocked Song Qingyu's sword intent on several previous occasions, but he did not expect that he would miscalculate this time.

Seeing that the cracks in the protective shield were getting bigger and bigger, Xiao Haoran hurriedly cast a spell to retreat into the distance amidst the rain of swords, and only then did he narrowly escape from inside just before the shield shattered.

Looking at the damaged magic weapon in his hand, Xiao Haoran's usually carefree face now showed a hint of solemnity.

"I never imagined that in just a few dozen days, your sword intent would have improved so much. I am truly impressed!"

"Hehe! I have to thank Fellow Daoist Xiao for my guidance. If you hadn't pushed me to such a desperate situation, how could I have made such a gamble and comprehended these things?" Although Song Qingyu thanked Xiao Haoran verbally, she knew very well what was going on in her heart.

The main reason she was able to significantly increase the power of her sword intent in just a few dozen days was because she received personal guidance from Ling Zhentian, who taught her the techniques.

Seeing the formidable Xiao Haoran before him, beaten so badly for the first time, Song Qingyu, who had been feeling stifled for years, felt an immense sense of satisfaction.

".."

High in the sky to the side of the two, two figures also stood facing each other, their aura far surpassing that of other battlefields.

Yuan Luohua, who had just retrieved his natal magic weapon, looked at the masked man in black robes opposite him with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"I never imagined that there would be such a talented person as you in the cultivation world of the Floating Cloud Mountains."

Yuan was rather curious. Fellow Daoist Song had only formed his Nascent Soul in less than three hundred years; when exactly did you advance to the late Nascent Soul stage?

Although Yuan Luohua couldn't see his opponent's face, the other party called himself Song Qingming and exuded the aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, which made Yuan Luohua feel a little puzzled.

According to the intelligence they had previously obtained, Song Qingming had killed several demon emperors in the north and possessed supernatural powers no weaker than those of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

Logically speaking, the other party has only broken through to the Nascent Soul realm in less than three hundred years, so their cultivation level should normally be only at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

However, the black-robed man fighting him had already reached the ninth level of the Nascent Soul realm. In several encounters, Yuan Luohua not only failed to gain any advantage but also fell into a disadvantageous position.

Facing this black-robed man who called himself "Song Qingming," Yuan Luohua couldn't help but wonder what kind of heaven-defying opportunity he had obtained to break through to the late Nascent Soul stage so quickly.

Faced with Yuan Luohua's question, Ling Zhentian, who was wearing a mask, replied nonchalantly:

"He has only advanced to the late Nascent Soul stage after three hundred years of Nascent Soul formation. If he were placed in a major sect outside, he would not be considered a talent at all. Why is Fellow Daoist Yuan making such a fuss?"

Back in the day, Ling Zhentian was considered a once-in-a-millennium genius in a major sect like the "Heavenly Sword Pavilion".

At the age of 180, he had already formed his Nascent Soul. When he broke through to the late Nascent Soul stage, Ling Zhentian was not yet 370 years old.

Even so, he still sees little hope of advancing to the Nascent Soul realm.

This shows just how incredible the cultivation speed must be for those true geniuses in the cultivation world to advance to the Divine Transformation stage and ascend to immortality.

However, what Ling Zhentian said sounded particularly jarring to Yuan Luohua, who came from the "Tianhai Immortal Cultivation World".

Although Yuan Luohua was able to cultivate to the late Nascent Soul stage, he was also a person of extraordinary talent.

In his own cultivation world, he was already the absolute overlord with no say, and could be called a peerless genius who appeared only once in a thousand years.

But he himself was also well aware that once he left this place and went to the large cultivation world outside, even a great cultivator like him would find it difficult to stand out.

Perhaps provoked by Ling Zhentian's unintentional remark, Yuan Luohua's expression changed, and he once again activated his magic weapon, heading straight for his opponent.

Seeing this, Ling Zhentian said no more and immediately cast a spell to release sword light in response.

In an instant, the two late-stage Nascent Soul experts were fighting each other again.

".."

Besides Ling Zhentian, Song Qingyu, and Zheng Zitong, Bai Yuxian, Li Mufeng, and others also used magic to restrain their opponents.

Even with the addition of Ling Zhentian and Bai Yuxian, the opponent's Nascent Soul combat power was still higher than theirs.

However, without the suppression of the great cultivator Yuan Luohua, the pressure on everyone's shoulders was significantly lighter than before.

The great battle high in the sky lasted from dawn until dusk before both sides dispersed and returned to their respective camps.

After several days of fierce fighting, countless cultivators on both sides died or were injured, and the battlefield was littered with countless corpses of various cultivators.

As soon as Ling Zhentian returned to the formation, Bai Yuxian took the initiative to walk over and bow to him.

"Fellow Daoist Ling, are you alright? This is the elixir I had someone find, just as you asked."

"Fellow Daoist Bai, rest assured, since I have already promised Fellow Daoist Song, I will do my best to help you restrain this person."

However, I am but one person and cannot change the overall situation on the battlefield. If a crisis truly arises, I hope you will make plans as soon as possible.”

Faced with Bai Yuxian's concern, Ling Zhentian accepted the pills she offered, kindly reminded her of something, and then turned to leave.

Bai Yuxian, who was standing still, had a look of helplessness on her face.

Thanks to the help of the great cultivator Ling Zhentian, who kept Yuan Luohua in check, Bai Yuxian and the others managed to hold off their opponent, even though they were still at a disadvantage in terms of Nascent Soul combat power on "White Meng Mountain".

However, with the addition of the powerful new force of the Jade Sword Sect, the gap between the White Meng Mountain and the Heavenly Sea Alliance has widened significantly in terms of combat power below the Golden Core level.

After several large-scale battles, Bai Yuxian and the others managed to hold onto Mount Ling, but the situation was becoming increasingly unfavorable for them.

Not only did the cultivators below suffer heavy losses, but even the spirit stones that could maintain the "mountain-protecting formation" could not hold out for much longer.

Once the "mountain-protecting formation" is no longer supported by spirit stones, it will only be a matter of time before it is breached by the enemy.

If the great formation is breached, it won't be difficult for these Nascent Soul cultivators to escape, but the fate of the lower-level cultivators below is uncertain.

Now, their only hope of victory lies in Song Qingming, who is far to the west of the Fuyun Mountains, sending reinforcements as soon as possible.

Turning to look at the massive army of "Tianhai Alliance" cultivators below the mountain, Bai Yuxian, standing atop the mountain, couldn't help but reveal a hint of solemnity in her eyes.

Just as Bai Yuxian was gazing down the mountain in a daze, a streak of azure light quietly arrived beside her from afar.

"Senior Sister Bai, why are you still here? I went to your cave just now and found it empty!"

"Qingyu, what's wrong? Is something the matter?"

As she turned to look at Song Qingyu, Bai Yuxian quickly composed herself and forced a smile.

Song Qingyu smiled and took out a talisman from her hand, then placed it in front of Bai Yuxian.

"Senior Sister Bai, guess who sent the message!"

"Could it be that Junior Brother Song has sent some news?"

Seeing Song Qingyu's mysterious expression, Bai Yuxian immediately voiced her guess and excitedly accepted the "transmission talisman" from the other party's hand.

Before Bai Yuxian could open the talisman, Song Qingyu immediately nodded and said:

"Yes! Seventh Brother sent a message saying that the Hunyuan Sect has already repelled the Taiyue Lake demons, and they will soon send reinforcements south to support them."

"I estimate that I will be able to get here in one or two months at most."

"If that's true, that's wonderful. It means we can hold out for another two months at most and then we should be able to defend Baimeng Mountain."

Bai Yuxian, who had just been looking very worried, suddenly showed a hint of joy on her face when she heard the news that Song Qingming had defeated the demons of Taiyue Lake.

After fighting for so long, we can finally see a glimmer of hope for victory.

".."

As night falls, on a high mountain to the west of "Bai Meng Mountain".

Many Nascent Soul cultivators from the "Tianhai Alliance," along with Wu De Zhenren from the "Yujian Sect" who came to provide support, have all gathered here.

Sitting at the head of the table, Yuan Luohua's expression turned somewhat grim as he recalled that he still hadn't been able to defeat "Song Qingming" in the battle during the day.

"Fellow Daoist Yuan, after these few battles, Bai Meng Mountain has suffered considerable losses. I think it's time for us to prepare to take over this place."

"Yes! Fellow Daoist Zhou is right. Although Song Qingming's advancement to the late Nascent Soul stage was somewhat unexpected."

However, as long as Fellow Daoist Yuan can hold him off, we will not face much obstacle in breaking through the formation, and there is no need to waste any more time with them.

Otherwise, if too much time is wasted and reinforcements arrive, something unexpected might happen!

".."

Hearing the murmurs below, Yuan Luohua nodded slightly and then looked at the silent "Martial Virtue Master" sitting to the side.

"Oh! Since everyone thinks it's about time, Fellow Daoist Wude, what do you think? Isn't it time for us to make our move?"

Seeing that everyone's attention had turned to him, "Master Wude" stood up and sighed.

"Alas, I originally did not want to use this method, but now it seems that it is indeed time to make a decision."

Fellow Daoists, our sect still needs some time to prepare, so please take a rest for the next few days.

The old master will inform everyone when we are ready.

"Alright! We'll wait for your good news."

Upon hearing that "Master Wude" had agreed with everyone's opinion, Yuan Luohua and the others immediately smiled.

At this moment, it seemed as if the fruits of victory were already within their grasp. (End of Chapter)