I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

Above the clouds in the heart of the southern region.

Three figures hung tens of thousands of feet in the sky, facing each other across a hundred miles.

The figure in the middle, dressed in a black robe, with a gaunt face and white hair and beard, was none other than Fang Tianhong, a Nascent Soul cultivator from the Fang family.

He stood with his hands behind his back, without any fluctuation of spiritual energy around him. His robes remained motionless in the silent air, making him look like an ordinary old man, even more ordinary than mortals.

Beneath his feet, the clouds within a hundred miles were slowly rotating, forming a huge vortex centered on his position. The texture of the vortex was like a concrete representation of the patterns of heaven and earth themselves, spreading outwards in circles toward the boundless sky.

A hundred miles away, two figures stood to his left and right, trapping him in the middle like two invisible mountains, completely blocking his escape route.

On the left is the Azure Cloud Sword Master, dressed in a green robe, carrying a long sword on his back, his hair fluttering slightly in the wind.

His face was stern, with the sharpness unique to sword cultivators between his brows. His eyes showed no emotional fluctuations, only an almost indifferent calm.

There was no sword light emanating from his body, yet wherever one looked, one could feel the invisible sword intent.

His sword intent was like thousands of invisible threads, weaving a tight net around Fang Tianhong. As long as he had a thought, thousands of sword lights would descend from the sky.

On the right is the Herbalist of Baicao Valley.

His body was hunched over, his face withered, and he looked even older than an ordinary person.

Behind him, countless tiny vines were silently spreading in the void. These vines, appearing and disappearing like spider webs, covered most of the sky, sealing off Fang Tianhong's escape route layer by layer. Each vine emitted a ghostly green light, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

The tips of the vines trembled slightly, as if they were sniffing out the spiritual energy fluctuations in the air. As long as Fang Tianhong made the slightest move, they would shoot out like arrows.

After the battle between Baicao Valley and Qingyun Sword Sect began, the two of them came here to prevent Fang Tianhong from interfering with the battle.

Having reached their current level, even if the two of them couldn't kill Fang Tianhong, they could definitely stop him here.

They didn't need to kill him; they just needed to nail him to this sky and make him watch helplessly as the Fang family's foundation crumbled inch by inch in their plan.

If the plan succeeds, without such a foundation, the Fang family will be lambs to the slaughter. This is the chess game they have been planning for many years, and now it is finally about to be realized!

"Fang Tianhong," the Azure Cloud Sword Master said coldly, "surrender now. With us here, you can't escape. After today, the Fang family will cease to exist in the Southern Region!"

Fang Tianhong did not make a move.

He simply looked at the two of them calmly, without a trace of emotion in his eyes.

"Are you so sure you can take over the Fang family?"

His voice wasn't loud, but it traveled a hundred miles and clearly reached the ears of the Azure Cloud Sword Master and the Hundred Herbs Elder.

The herbalist did not answer.

He merely raised one withered finger slightly, as if plucking an invisible string.

The slender vines behind them suddenly grew thicker, like giant pythons slowly awakening from their slumber. Fine thorns appeared on the surface of the vines, gleaming with a cold, eerie light under the sunlight, and the air was filled with the faint scent of decaying vegetation.

The Azure Cloud Sword Master frowned slightly.

He sensed something unusual; Fang Tianhong was too calm, abnormally calm.

His gaze lingered on Fang Tianhong's face for a moment, trying to find something beneath that calm expression, but he could see nothing but composure.

After a moment of silence, his voice carried a hint of probing: "You knew all along that we would make a move?"

A smile finally appeared on Fang Tianhong's lips, and the light in his eyes made Qingyun Sword Master's heart tighten suddenly.

He raised his right hand, palm up, and a square token the size of a palm slowly appeared in his palm.

The token was a deep, dark gold color, with intricate cloud and thunder patterns engraved on its edges.

It didn't look special at first glance, but the next second even the wind around it stopped.

"You think you're the ones who stopped me?" His voice suddenly rose a few decibels. "Heh! But I'm also waiting for you all to join forces!"

The next instant, a huge golden beam of light shot out from the token.

The beam of light was hundreds of feet thick, like a giant golden pillar piercing the sky from the earth, turning the entire sky golden.

Above the pillar of light, array patterns flowed like living things, densely packed and layered, radiating a chilling pressure.

"The Heaven-Sealing Decree!" The old man of a hundred herbs' expression changed drastically, and his pupils contracted sharply.

His voice was no longer as composed as before, but carried an uncontrollable tremor: "Are you insane? Using this on us!"

This item can seal the heavens with a single command and imprison all laws. It is their trump card for dealing with demonic beasts and one of the Fang family's most treasured methods.

This object can temporarily "cut" a designated area out of the greater world by shaking the laws of heaven and earth, forming an invisible and intangible spatial cage.

During the period the token is in effect, those trapped have nowhere to go, nowhere to go, nowhere to receive outside help, and nowhere to escape from within; they can only wait for the power of the token to dissipate.

Of course, users must not leave the premises even for a moment.

The Azure Cloud Sword Master remained silent for a moment, then slowly drew the long sword from behind him.

The moment the sword was drawn, the entire sky darkened slightly.

He didn't speak anymore, because he no longer needed to speak.

The sword light pierced through the air, like a white rainbow stretching across the heavens and earth, slashing straight towards Fang Tianhong's throat.

The sword light wasn't fast, it was even somewhat slow, but in the space it passed through, even time seemed to be cut off.

The clouds were neatly parted on both sides of the sword light, like water cut open by a sharp blade, the cracks taking a long time to heal.

The Herbalist also moved.

The vines behind him suddenly sprang up, like countless pythons emerging from the void, densely coiling around Fang Tianhong from all directions, blocking all his escape routes.

The vines made a sharp whooshing sound in the air, like hundreds of whips exploding at the same time, each vine condensing the full force of a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack.

A dark green aura flowed across the surface of the vines, emanating a suffocating aura.

Two full-force strikes from Nascent Soul stage cultivators are enough to reduce a city to dust in an instant.

Fang Tianhong simply raised the hand holding the token.

"boom--!"

The golden pillar of light trembled violently. Centered on Fang Tianhong, a golden circular light screen spread outwards, colliding with the white sword light and bursting out with dazzling light.

The light was so intense that it turned the clouds within a hundred miles white, as if a sun had exploded above the clouds, its light swallowing up all the shadows.

The entire sky trembled, and the clouds below were shattered, revealing the gray-yellow earth beneath. The shattered cloud fragments drifted like cotton wool in the sunlight, only to be blown further away by the shockwave.

The vines that surged in from all directions crashed into the golden light screen as if they had hit an invisible wall, shattering into countless emerald green fragments that scattered in the sunlight like tiny green gems. The fragments were then blown away by the shockwave into dust and disappeared in the wind.

Fang Tianhong stood motionless behind the golden light curtain.

The Azure Cloud Sword Master did not unleash a second sword strike, but simply held the sword horizontally in front of him, his gaze fixed on the golden light barrier.

Above the clouds, the three figures once again found themselves in a standoff.

The golden light curtain trapped Fang Tianhong and the two Nascent Soul experts together, forming an invisible cage that isolated them from the outside, preventing either of them from getting out or coming in.

The three strongest players are tied down here.

But beneath the clouds, the flames of war in the southern lands are spreading at a speed that exceeds everyone's expectations.

…………

The demonic beast army that broke through Jianmen Pass did not stop for a moment, and like a flood that had burst its banks, it marched all the way towards the territory of Qingyun Sword Sect.

The Qingyun Sword Sect's vassal forces had no time to react; they never imagined that Jianmen Pass would be breached.

Those small towns with centuries of history, those small sects built against the mountains, and those spiritual fields cultivated for generations, were like paper lanterns in the face of the beast tide, easily shattered.

The flames stretched across the night sky, as if the earth were burning, turning the entire sky a dark red.

The defensive arrays of those towns were overwhelmed by the beast tide before they could even be fully activated, and the protective arrays of those sects shattered like glass under the continuous attacks of the third-tier demonic beasts.

A large number of cultivators tried to escape to the cities behind them, but the beast tide was too fast. The sight of those fleeing figures being caught up on the plains was like a sandcastle being swallowed by the tide, disappearing in an instant, without even time to struggle.

The heartland of the Qingyun Sword Sect is being swallowed up inch by inch.

……

The situation in Baicaogu is equally intense.

The allied forces under the Fang family are relentlessly encroaching on the territory of Baicaogu.

One city after another fell amidst the flames and the light of the spirit.

Those minor sects that had once been protected by Baicao Valley turned against them one after another. Some raised white flags on the city walls, some opened the city gates to welcome the Fang family's allied forces, and some even turned their swords against their former comrades.

The medicinal herb fields of Baicao Valley were trampled, burned, and plundered. Those rare medicinal herbs that were once regarded as treasures turned to ashes in the flames of war, like thousands of spiritual lights being extinguished in the dark night.

The map of the Southern Region is being redrawn at a dizzying pace.

Those spheres of influence, spiritual vein ownership, and sect boundaries that had existed for hundreds of years were quickly blurred, disappeared, and reassembled in the flames of war, like sand paintings washed away by water.

The Fang family's flag was planted in the new city, the emblem of Baicao Valley was erased from the map, and the territory of Qingyun Sword Sect was swallowed up by the beast tide.

Every moment brings new news, and every moment the old order collapses.

…………

Meanwhile, in the direction of Burning Bone Pass, the Fang family and the Xuanwu Camp of the Southern Camp are besieging the allied forces of Qingyun Sword Sect and Baicao Valley.

The 80,000 cultivators who were originally trapped outside the formation are now an isolated army that is being counter-surrounded.

Their retreat was blocked from the rear by Fang Zhenshan's main force, their rear was broken through by Fang Wushuang's White Tiger Camp from within the encirclement, and their front was surrounded by the Black Tortoise Camp from both flanks, thus encircling them from three sides and squeezing the living space of the two allied forces.

The allied forces were completely surrounded in the valley.

Those Qingyun Sword Sect cultivators who were originally shouting "The Fang family is nothing special" now looked ashen-faced, their spiritual armor had dimmed considerably, their weapons had run out of talismans, and some could not even maintain their protective aura.

Their formation began to shrink, shifting from an offensive posture to a defensive one, and then from a defensive one to a huddled position, like a trapped wild beast, losing its fighting spirit at a visible speed.

The flags in the formation became disordered, and messengers ran around, but no one could give a clear order.

……

Outside Tingfeng Pass, east of Burning Bone Pass, after receiving news of the failed siege of Chuyang City, the Burning Sky Crimson Ape recalled the situation at the time, and his face suddenly turned ashen.

The next second, suppressed rage flickered in his crimson-gold vertical pupils, and he paid no attention to his subordinates' reports of the reasons given by the Blue-Faced Fox King.

He slammed his palm down hard on the armrest, and a tiny crack appeared on the hard armrest.

"Iron Arm!"

"Here!" The Iron-Armed Ape King, with a massive, mountain-like figure, stood up from below.

His voice was loud and booming, echoing through the tent and even making the brazier in the corner of the tent shake.

"Take 50,000 of your people and raze Chuyang City to the ground!" The Crimson Ape's voice was low and hoarse, yet filled with murderous intent. Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, carrying a furious rage at the insult to his dignity. "Afterwards, that fox won't need to be kept alive either. This is the price he deserves for daring to toy with me!"

"Yes!" The Iron-Armed Ape King accepted the order and set out. The 50,000 elite demon beasts then split up and flowed out from the outer camp of Tingfeng Pass, rushing towards Chuyang City like a black river winding across the land.

Iron-Armed Ape King charged at the forefront, his body radiating a surge of dark gray spiritual light. With each step he took, the ground cracked open in spiderweb-like patterns. He let out a deafening roar, as if announcing the impending destruction of a city.

The army behind them roared as well, their voices merging into one that shook the surrounding area, even echoing faintly from the distant mountain walls.

Meanwhile, outside Tingfeng Pass, in the large camp composed of forces from the outer perimeter of the Fulong Mountains, the Green-Faced Fox King stood outside his tent, gazing at the gradually darkening horizon in the distance.

The night breeze ruffled his silver-gray fur, making the blue lines on his face gleam slightly.

His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked northwest, where a heavy aura was approaching.

The troops from the Burning Sky Crimson Ape that were supposed to be "supporting" Chuyang City have already set off.

The Blue-Faced Fox King did not turn around, but his voice clearly entered the tent and landed precisely in Lin Che's ears: "They've arrived."

A smile appeared on Lin Che's lips.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked outside the tent, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Blue-Faced Fox King, his gaze fixed on the churning dust in the northwest.

The night wind whipped at the hem of his clothes, making a rustling sound. His gaze pierced through the darkness and landed on the approaching dark gray figure.

"Then proceed according to plan, ensure he never returns."

……

At the same time, the Demon Palace of Rebellion, the instigator of the chaos in the Southern Region, also began to take action!