From the fake emperor to the concubine

From the ground, the flying swords were arranged like an inverted galaxy. Some sword energy was like rainbows, some had a cold and sharp light. They echoed each other, their sword intents connected, weaving a dazzling sword net in the sky.

This formation was so vast that it not only protected the entire Tianxuan Sword Sect, but also covered an area within a hundred miles of the sect.

Sword Qi Star River Formation!

Within this grand formation, the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect's protective mountain formation was also activated, appearing from afar like a double bubble.

The inner array is a translucent bluish-white color, like a giant crystal enveloping the main peak.

Sword energy frequently surged into the sky from the direction of the Sword Tomb, merging into the outer Sword Energy Star River Array and adding new power to it.

Between the two great formations, many cultivators were sheltered.

In the distance, one can see many cultivators heading towards the Tianxuan Sword Sect.

In the blink of an eye, a cultivator's flying shuttle sped from the horizon to the side of the Heavenly Profound Sword Sect.

The shuttle was entirely crimson, its tail spewing scorching flames. The cultivator piloting it was filled with terror, glancing back every now and then, as if something terrifying was chasing him.

Wherever it flew, the air was scorched and distorted.

As a result, due to its excessive speed, the shuttle could not stop at all and crashed into the Sword Qi Galaxy Sword Formation with a loud bang.

At the moment of impact, the protective shield at the front of the shuttle shattered like an eggshell. The cultivator's face slammed hard against the shuttle due to inertia, and blood gushed from his nose.

The sword formation reacted automatically when the shuttle collided with it, unleashing a burst of sword energy that sliced ​​the shuttle diagonally in two.

The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, revealing the complex runic structure within. The first half of the shuttle spun and plummeted, while the second half continued its forward momentum, only to be shredded into pieces by another sword aura in the next second.

The cultivators on the flying shuttle were terrified, instinctively raising their hands and not daring to move.

He froze in mid-air, his hand still raised in a comical pose. He hadn't even wiped the blood from his face, letting it drip onto his clothes. His pupils were shrunk to pinpoints, reflecting the sword energy swirling around him.

I had only heard that the Tianxuan Sword Sect was a safe haven with protective formations, which is why I rushed here.

Before they even received any protection, their magical artifacts were gone.

He stared blankly at the scattered wreckage of the flying shuttle at his feet, the intricately carved runes gradually fading. His chest felt as if a piece had been ripped out, the pain worse than the wounds inflicted by the monsters during his escape.

Although it wasn't a top-tier magical artifact, it was one that I was comfortable using, but I never expected it to be ruined here.

The cultivator's fingertips trembled slightly as he recalled how he had spent three whole months camping at the crater to collect that wisp of Earth Core Flame in order to build this flying shuttle. He felt like crying but had no tears left.

Upon seeing this, one of the disciples controlling the sword formation quickly retrieved his flying sword.

The azure flying sword retreated nimbly like a swimming fish, drawing a graceful arc in the air.

As it retreated, the dense net of swords suddenly revealed a gap about the width of a person, like a beaded curtain being gently parted by an invisible hand.

"Fellow Daoist, please come in quickly."

A clear voice, tinged with urgency, came from within the sword formation. The speaker was a young sword cultivator, the sword mark between his brows glowing faintly, clearly indicating he was doing his utmost to maintain the sword formation's operation. He made a hand seal with one hand, while the other continuously projected spiritual light towards the gap to prevent the sword energy from spiraling out of control and injuring anyone.

Although the cultivator was heartbroken, he couldn't blame the Tianxuan Sword Sect.

He glanced at the shattered wreckage of the shuttle, his Adam's apple bobbed a few times, and finally he just sighed heavily.

After all, he was in a hurry to get there and didn't control his speed well, so he crashed into the great formation.

He quickly suppressed his frustration, cast a lightness spell, and shot towards the gap like an arrow.

His robes fluttered in the wind, and he could clearly feel the chill of the sword energy brushing against his back. The moment he passed through, the sword formation behind him immediately closed again, emitting a crisp clang.

Before, it was not clear from the outside, but as soon as the cultivators entered the Sword Qi Star River Formation, they saw that there were densely packed people inside.

The sight before him made him gasp.

The mountain paths, and even the protruding rocks on the cliff edges, were crowded with monks seeking refuge.

The various voices mingled together, making it ten times noisier than when the market was at its busiest.

At the same time, the cultivator could clearly feel a lightness throughout his body. Although the pressure brought by the extraterrestrial demons could not be said to have completely dissipated, it had been largely relieved by the great formation.

The lingering, chilling feeling finally subsided, and my tense nerves suddenly relaxed.

The cultivator then realized that his Taoist robe was already soaked with cold sweat, clinging to his back with an icy chill. His breath was filled with pure spiritual energy, gradually washing away the demonic energy that had accumulated in his lungs.

As he breathed a sigh of relief, his legs went weak and he almost collapsed to his knees.

The cracks in his Dao heart are slowly healing, and the sense of crisis that he might go astray at any moment is finally fading away.

Not long ago, he was worried that he might be driven mad by the demonic energy of the extraterrestrial demons, but now he feels as if he has been reborn.

Chu Tianjiao stood atop the main peak of the Tianxuan Sword Sect. As the eye of the Sword Qi Star River Array, he faced the greatest pressure.

The fierce winds raged at the summit, yet he remained motionless, with only faint flashes of electricity visible in his hair.

Complex array patterns appeared on the ground beneath his feet, each line brimming with sword energy. Bathed in the light of countless swords, his figure resembled a drawn sword.

Chu Tianjiao not only had to withstand the sword energy of the Sword Tomb and transform it into the power of the Sword Qi Star River Array, but also had to maintain the operation of the Sword Qi Star River Array and resist the constant pressure from the extraterrestrial demons.

Chu Tianjiao's pupils had turned pure silver-white, reflecting the entire formation's operational trajectory. Each breath was accompanied by the clang of swords, as if he had become one with the sword formation.

The other two peak masters had also tried to take over Chu Tianjiao's position to help him share some of the pressure.

The peak master of Tianding Peak only lasted a few breaths before almost giving up.

Fortunately, Chu Tianjiao helped in time, otherwise he might have made a fool of himself.

When the two peak masters retreated to the outer perimeter, their hands were trembling uncontrollably.

Although they were both peak masters, they knew that Chu Tianjiao was very strong, but they always felt that even if he was stronger than them, he wouldn't be much stronger.

Only now do they truly realize the gap between themselves and Chu Tianjiao.

Recalling their past sparring sessions, it's likely that Chu Tianjiao was holding back in every move.

Both of their faces stung with pain.

Those signature moves they were once so proud of probably couldn't even force their opponents to use 30% of their strength.

The peak master of Tianqiong Peak wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with a wry smile. Looking at the figure standing tall in the gale, he finally understood why the sect leader valued Chu Tianjiao so much.

The other five sects, no matter how difficult their situation, were ultimately able to persevere.

After all, they are quite far from the extraterrestrial demons.

The closer one gets to the extraterrestrial demons, the denser the demonic energy becomes, transforming into a tangible black mist that flows across the ground.

The Hehuan Sect was in the eye of the storm and had no way to escape.

The protective array of the sect can barely hold on thanks to the spiritual veins, but it is severely damaged and could collapse at any moment. Eight or nine out of ten of the spirit stones at the base of the array are gone, and even the restrictions blessed by the ancestors of all generations are cracking under the corrosive influence of demonic energy.

The weaker disciples have been in a coma ever since the appearance of the extraterrestrial demons.

Those who were slightly stronger had awakened at some point.

However, during the battle between Zheng Yi and his companions and the extraterrestrial demons, they were overwhelmed by the aura emanating from them and fainted again.

This time, the extraterrestrial demons approached Zheng Yi with boundless demonic energy.

The enormous eye in the sky slowly descended, and with every inch it approached, the ground caved in a foot. Demonic energy condensed into a thick, black rain, turning the surrounding world into hell.

The nearest buildings began to rot, the wood molding and cracking at a visible rate, and finally collapsed with a crash.

Even the Holy Maiden Biyao and Qingming Silong had no strength left to resist, and their eyelids rolled back as they fell straight down.

Although they were unconscious, each of them had a look of pain on their face, their expressions were distorted, and they occasionally uttered terrified mutterings in their sleep. It was clear that they were experiencing a nightmare they could not escape.

Some people sobbed softly, calling for their mothers, while others let out wild howls.

Unfortunately, even Zheng Yi couldn't do anything for them at this time.

After all, strictly speaking, Zheng Yi is the only one in the entire Eastern Wilderness who is truly facing the extraterrestrial demons.

The beholder's pupils had filled his entire field of vision, his tiny figure reflected in their dark pupils. The sounds around him? The smells? The temperature—all faded away; the entire world consisted only of that terrifying eye.

The Eye Demon's pupils stared straight at Zheng Yi, his gaze almost materializing, causing subtle distortions in space wherever it passed.

Zheng Yi felt as if countless giant hands were reaching out from the darkness, grabbing him and trying to drag him completely into the abyss.

An invisible force was tearing at his soul, and every nerve was screaming a warning.

The most painful fragments of his memory were brought up and played repeatedly; they were the unbearable memories of when he had just transmigrated and all his fates were in the hands of others.

If Zheng Yi hadn't been so resolute, that single glance would have completely shattered his spirit.

Zheng Yi bit his tongue, the metallic taste of blood instantly clearing his mind. The golden core within his dantian spun wildly, gradually expelling the demonic energy that had invaded his body.

The voice of the Eye Demon echoed deep within Zheng Yi's heart.

Sticky and cold, with an eerie resonance, it makes it hard to tell whether it's real or an illusion.

"Humans, you may now act. Kill them and I will give you the reward you desire most." His voice was filled with barely suppressed joy.

They seem to be pleased because they have successfully instigated these humans to kill each other.

The tone was cheerful, like a holiday celebration, yet it sent chills down your spine.

The eye demon's pupils contracted into a thin slit, much like the eyes of a human when they smile.

The surrounding demonic energy surged and formed various twisted smiling faces, emitting silent mockery.

The shadows on the ground began to dance eerily, as if in a celebratory dance.

Zheng Yi sighed inwardly, "Aside from being a bit ugly and somewhat strong, this extraterrestrial demon is essentially a pure fool. I really don't want to fight him. There aren't many pure fools like him these days."

He felt the demonic energy subtly replaced within his body, and his lips twitched almost imperceptibly. These seemingly inconspicuous actions were utterly obvious to him.

Although he was filled with emotion, Zheng Yi's face remained expressionless, with a serious demeanor.

"Understood, Lord Heavenly Demon. I will take care of these despicable fellows right away."

As he was talking, Zheng Yi seemed to suddenly remember something, and he made a gesture as if he had remembered something very important: "By the way, Lord Heavenly Demon, take a look at this."

Upon seeing Zheng Yi extend his hand, the gaze of the extraterrestrial demon was instinctively drawn to it.

The main reason for their lack of vigilance was that the extraterrestrial demons did not believe that any creature in the Eastern Wilderness could harm them.

The demonic energy he emitted could not only easily affect the Eastern Wilderness Continent, but it also served as a barrier, distorting even space and allowing him to withstand attacks from other extraterrestrial demons.

He could even block the attacks of the Heavenly Demon, let alone a few humans who were so fragile in his eyes.

The power levels of the Eastern Wilderness Continent are fundamentally different from those of the Source of Chaos.

This arrogance from a higher dimension made it completely lower its guard.

Unfortunately……

This extraterrestrial demon probably never imagined that there would be such a special individual as Zheng Yi in this world.

He shouldn't have appeared in the Eastern Wilderness World in the first place.

More importantly, Zheng Yi also possesses a terrifying weapon capable of unleashing the sword energy of a Dao-enlightened master.

Zheng Yi made so many preparations, and finally managed to trick the extraterrestrial demons down from the sky, all in order to avoid food as much as possible.

Having faced countless life-or-death situations, Zheng Yi understood that he needed to ensure his biggest trump card wouldn't fail due to unforeseen circumstances.

The best way is actually just one: stick it directly to your face.

His breathing gradually calmed down, but his heartbeat became faster and faster.

His left hand, hidden in his sleeve, had already formed a sword incantation, waiting for this final opportunity.

Now that the Eye Demon has been fooled, he naturally won't be polite anymore.

His gaze suddenly became incredibly sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath.

All pretense vanished at this moment, revealing the soul within, tempered by two lifetimes.

"Draw your sword! As if I were there myself! Die!"

This roar was like a thunderclap, causing the surrounding demonic energy to freeze.

Zheng Yi not only used the small sword, but also used his own self-created moves.

He dared not be careless in the slightest when facing the extraterrestrial demons.

This can be considered one of the rare times when Zheng Yi truly used all his strength.

The seemingly insignificant little flying sword suddenly unleashed its sword energy, piercing straight into the eye of the Eye Demon.

Where the flying sword passed, fine cracks appeared in the space. The Eye Demon's pupils instinctively contracted, but it was too late.

The instant the sword tip touched the surface of the eyeball, the tacit understanding that could withstand even the attacks of extraterrestrial demons shattered instantly.

The overwhelming and unreasonable sword energy of the Enlightenment stage pierced straight through the incomparably powerful body of the extraterrestrial demon. (End of Chapter)