Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 258 Sacrificing Oneself for a Cause

At the foot of Guangfu City, war broke out suddenly.

The hundreds of thousands of Illuminati soldiers, like a surging, frenzied tide, crashed against the ancient and sturdy city walls wave after wave.

These believers, with burning eyes and chanting slogans like "Eternal Light, Long Live the Heavenly King!", seemed oblivious to pain and fear. They trampled on their companions' bodies, frantically erecting ladders and ramming into the city gates.

Arrows rained down from the city walls, and logs and stones cascaded down, mingling with the shouts of the defending soldiers, local martial artists, and cultivators.

"Hold on! Don't let these bastards scatter up here!" A local military officer, covered in blood and speaking with a heavy Cantonese accent, cleaved a newly emerged rebel soldier off the city wall with a single stroke.

The monks displayed their unique abilities, their spells transforming into fireballs and lightning, their magical artifacts and flying swords crisscrossing the battlefield, as they fought fiercely against the "holy warriors" and low-ranking priests in the rebel ranks who had consumed potions and gained strange abilities.

The light from the city's defensive array flickered, bearing immense pressure.

Despite the rebels' numerical superiority and fervent fervor, Guangfu, as the core of Guangdong and Guangxi, possessed a profound foundation, with fierce warriors and numerous cultivators, and for a time managed to withstand this frenzied offensive.

Hong Tianwang, seated atop a giant golden pedestal, had his face hidden in a sacred glow, making his expression impossible to discern.

However, the terrifying pressure emanating from him, almost like that of an angel king, grew increasingly heavy as the battle dragged on.

Seeing that the believers' offensive was being stubbornly suppressed, he seemed to lose patience.

"Stubborn to the end." A detached yet grand voice resounded across the battlefield, as if from the judgment of heaven.

Hong Tianwang slowly raised his hand. There were no complicated rituals or lengthy chants. He simply pressed his palm towards the direction of Guangfu City.

In an instant, the world lost its color!

A gigantic phantom hand, formed from pure divine light, blotted out the sky and resembled the hand of a god, carrying the will to purify and crush everything, as it slowly pressed down on the walls of Guangfu City.

Before the hand even arrived, the terrifying pressure caused the city wall to tremble violently, bricks and stones to fall, and the soldiers guarding the city felt as if Mount Tai was pressing down on them. Those with weaker cultivation directly spat out blood and collapsed to the ground.

"Oh no!" Tang Yongzhen's eyes widened in horror.

He and several Nascent Soul stage cultivators and generals in the city simultaneously soared into the sky, channeling their full magical power into rays of light of various colors, attempting to block the giant hand.

However, their actions were like a mantis trying to stop a chariot!

The combined strength of a mere few Nascent Soul cultivators was like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun, instantly shattering and disintegrating before that giant palm of light.

Tang Yongzhen and the others coughed up blood and flew back like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily onto the city wall. Their auras instantly weakened.

This scene filled countless martial artists and cultivators throughout the city with despair.

one move!

Several Out-of-Body True Persons were no match for a First-Rank Angel, who was comparable to the Manifestation True Lord, and could not even withstand a single move.

This is the difference!

The First Order Angel is an existence that only the Manifestation Saint True Lord can rival. At this level of power, the Manifestation Saint True Lord and the First Order Angel can destroy cities and shatter mountains with every move. In comparison, cultivators and martial artists below the level are like mortal ants, with an insurmountable gap between immortals and mortals!

Hong Tianwang remained expressionless, merely letting out a cold snort, as his enormous hand, radiating boundless brilliance, slowly slammed down upon the city once more.

At this moment, all the martial artists and cultivators in the city felt as if they were mosquitoes about to be swatted on a wall, and a sense of powerlessness and despair welled up in everyone's hearts.

At this critical moment—

"May the spirits of our ancestors protect our homeland!" Lin Huaijin and several other family heads had already lit the highest-level incense in the ancestral hall, initiating the ancient ceremony.

"Buzz!"

Several powerful auras of Yin spirits surged into the sky from various parts of Guangfu City!

The most powerful one originated from the Lin Family Ancestral Hall.

It was the phantom of an old man dressed in a simple Confucian robe, his face blurred, yet he exuded an aura of majesty and wisdom accumulated over the years. He was the remnant spirit of the True Lord Manifestation from five hundred years ago in the Lin family!

Although his strength is far less than it was in life, his essence, which once reached the level of a saint, remains!

Led by the Yin spirit of the Lin family's ancestor, the combined spirits of several aristocratic ancestors coalesced into a thick barrier of light, carrying the power of incense offerings and the fortune of cultural lineage, which barely blocked the giant hand of light.

"Boom!!!"

A deafening roar erupted, and the energy shockwave spread out in a ring, blowing away a large number of the rebels below the city walls.

The light barrier swayed violently, flickering unpredictably, and the illusory spirits of several ancestral figures also trembled, clearly under immense pressure.

But in the end, the attack was blocked!

The people on the city wall had just breathed a sigh of relief when an even greater sense of horror welled up inside them.

It took the combined power of several powerful families, especially the spirit of the Lin family's ancestor who had manifested his divine power, to barely block Hong Tianwang's seemingly casual attack.

The power of this healing technique likely far surpasses that of an ordinary angel.

On the giant golden zither, Hong Tianwang let out a soft "oh," seemingly somewhat surprised.

But then, the ominous premonition that had been surfacing in his mind all night grew stronger, making him unwilling to delay any longer.

"The majesty of God cannot be profaned. Let the light purify this last vestige of folly."

He no longer held back, and suddenly an item appeared in his hand:

It was a crown of thorns that seemed to be woven from pure light, radiating an aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

This is the powerful [Sealed Artifact: Crown of the Martyr] bestowed by the God of Light.

While using it can grant you power far exceeding your usual strength in a short period, you will inevitably suffer terrible backlash afterward.

Without hesitation, Hong Tianwang put the crown on his head.

In an instant, the light around him surged, and his aura rose wildly once again, as if he had truly transformed into a holy son of light descending to the mortal world.

He raised his hand again. This time, the condensed power of light was no longer in the shape of a palm, but a pure and holy pillar of light capable of annihilating all things, like a sword of divine punishment, shooting straight toward the core of Guangfu City.

The power of this attack far exceeded that of the previous ones; the residual shockwaves alone caused large areas of the city wall to collapse!

"Not good!" Tang Yongzhen's expression changed drastically. He sensed the destructive energy contained in this attack, which was far beyond their ability to withstand.

If this pillar of light were to fall, the entire city would likely be plunged into chaos and death. He once again activated his Yin spirit and summoned the official seal that represented the power of the people of the southeast.

Unfortunately, in order to restrain the two Sequence Angels in the South China Sea, Situ Zhenjun had already borrowed most of the power of the common people.

The power within this official seal is far too weak. The jade dragon seal only managed to hold out in the sky for a short while before it began to teeter on the brink of collapse, and cracks gradually began to appear on its surface.

The immense holy light, almost capable of destroying the world and summoning a flood to cleanse the world of its sins, pressed down inch by inch from the sky, creating a scene reminiscent of the end of the world.

Such a scene filled the entire city with fear and terror; cries, prayers, pleas for mercy, and the wailing of children echoed throughout the city.

Upon witnessing this scene, the phantom of the Lin family ancestor glanced back at the Lin family descendants in the ancestral hall below, then looked at the land he had once lived on, and let out a soft sigh, which was filled with utter determination.

"The Lin family has enjoyed the blessings of the Southeast for five hundred years; today, let us return them to the elders of the Southeast!"

Before he finished speaking, his already illusory Yin spirit body suddenly burst into flames!

It was not an ordinary flame, but the most primordial incense and vow power and the essence of the Yin spirit burning. It transformed into a dazzling wisp of green smoke, rushing upwards and actively meeting the pillar of destructive light!

"Ancestor! No!" Lin Huaijin and the rest of the Lin family knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly, their eyes bloodshot.

"boom!!!"

The burning Yin spirit collided violently with the pillar of light, and the burst of light resembled the sun at night.

The Yin spirit of the Lin family ancestor sacrificed itself to completely annihilate the power of the pillar of light!

"Brother Lin, go ahead! How can we let you walk alone on the road to the Yellow Springs!" The Yin spirit of the Huang family ancestor laughed loudly, and then burned up, rushing towards the remaining pillar of light.

"Young men of the Ye family, remember this day! Protecting our home and country is our duty!" The Ye family ancestor left behind his last words of wisdom before departing for his death.

The ancestral spirit of the Chen family remained silent, only nodding slightly in the direction of the family, before resolutely throwing itself into the destructive torrent.

One after another, the heroic spirits of the ancestors of the noble families chose to burn themselves at this final moment, in the most tragic way, to fight for that faint glimmer of hope for Guangfu City and for the continuation of their bloodline!

Finally, the power of all the ancestors' spirit sacrifices combined, the terrifying pillar of light that annihilated the city of Guangfu was completely extinguished just before it was about to destroy the city.

The sky returned to its dusky hue, but the city walls remained deathly silent.

The relief of surviving the ordeal was overwhelmed by immense grief and a sense of powerlessness.

The city walls were in ruins, the defending troops suffered heavy casualties, and their greatest reliance—the heroic spirits of their ancestors—had been completely wiped out.

Hong Tianwang hovered in the air, wearing a crown of thorns. His aura was still powerful, but a slight frown could be seen on his brow beneath the crown. Whether it was an illusion or not, he felt increasingly uneasy.

But now that things have come to this, who can stop him?

Hong Tianwang coldly surveyed the ruined city below, as if looking at a flock of lambs to the slaughter, and without hesitation raised his hand again, "Boom!"

Just as the light from Hong Tianwang's fingertips shone again, and the second destructive holy beam of light was about to strike Guangfu City, which was no longer protected by heroic spirits, a sudden change occurred!

A streak of purple lightning, faster than thunder, shot down from the horizon.

That lightning was not simply a force of nature; it contained an ineffable truth, as if the four seasons were rotating, with spring thunder awakening insects, summer thunder raging, autumn thunder desolate, and winter thunder silent—all the immense power of the four seasons being compressed into a single strike.

Purple Thunder Letter · Four Seasons Thunder Letter!

A deafening thunderclap resounded across the battlefield.

At the critical moment, the purple lightning struck the sacred pillar of light emitted by Hong Tianwang with perfect precision!