I'll make you the furnace and the cauldron, so you can refine Yin and Yang and prove the Great

The moment that hand appeared, the entire battlefield seemed to be frozen in place.

Slender and long, her five fingers, as delicate as scallions, rested lightly against the dark golden hand of the Heavenly Demon Sect Master.

There was no flash of light, no deafening roar, not even a ripple of spiritual energy—yet the hand containing the power of the Dao Integration Realm, capable of shattering mountains, remained suspended in mid-air, unable to penetrate even a fraction of an inch.

At the edge of the battlefield, the flying debris remained suspended in mid-air, even the demonic winds that had howled for millennia seemed to freeze. Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on those two hands—one withered and dark gold, wreathed in demonic flames; the other slender and white as jade, untouched by dust.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master's pupils suddenly contracted.

He lowered his wrist and added another 30% of force.

That slender white hand remained motionless, as steady as a pillar holding back the raging waves.

In that brief moment of contact, his divine sense had already quietly probed over. But what he detected was not spiritual power, nor blood and qi, but a power he had never encountered in his thousands of years of life—warm, vast, and unfathomable, like an entire endless sea condensed into the palm of his hand.

The next moment, a silver-white figure slowly stepped out from the deep spatial passage.

With each step she took, the thick, blood-like demonic energy on the platform receded slightly, as if encountering its natural enemy. Her long, silver-white dress trailed on the ground, her silver-gray eyes were calm and undisturbed, and a deep-sea pearl shimmered with a warm light in her long hair, illuminating the area several meters around her like a moonlit night on the seabed. She stood there before the pillar of light, under the gaze of thousands of cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Sect, as if walking on flat ground, as if strolling leisurely in a garden.

Silver Bell, the last princess of the sea tribe.

"It's you—" A monstrous surge of emotion welled up in the Heavenly Demon Sect Master's eyes, "The remnants of the sea race from the Endless Sea!"

"Remnants?" Yinling tilted her head slightly, a faint chill flashing in her silver-gray eyes. "You've occupied someone else's homeland for thousands of years, and yet you call yourself the remnants of the master."

At the edge of the platform—

Yin Yue stared blankly at the silver-white figure, frozen in place as if struck by lightning. The next instant, tears welled up unexpectedly in her recently dried eyes. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out; only two words trembled repeatedly between her lips:

"Senior...Senior..."

It's not a hallucination. It's not a delusion born of despair.

She really came.

Yin Yue's knees buckled, and she nearly collapsed, but she managed to hold herself up. For centuries, since the day she crawled out of the blood pool, she had never expected anyone to save her. But at this very moment, when she had burned all her trump cards and was even prepared to risk her life—her savior had truly traveled thousands of miles to come.

After a deathly silence, the platform exploded with a deafening roar.

"To reach the Dao?!" The Third Elder's voice cracked.

"She came out of a teleportation array... Wasn't the teleportation array locked by the blood array?!"

"It's over...it's all over now..."

"What are you afraid of? She's all alone!"

Whispers spread like a plague among the disciples, and the color drained from their faces. In the crowd, some younger disciples suddenly collapsed to their knees—not from the pressure, but because their legs truly gave way. Ye Feiyan staggered back half a step, her bright red palace dress making her face appear as white as paper. She clenched her hands tightly in her sleeves, her nails digging into her palms without her noticing.

The Heavenly Demon Sect Master slowly withdrew his hand, stared at the silver bell, and suddenly let out a cold laugh.

His divine sense swept over Yinling, and a hint of understanding flashed in his eyes—her aura was indeed in harmony with the Dao, but it was floating and shallow, and her foundation in the Dao was just beginning to solidify, clearly indicating that she had only recently entered this realm.

"Who do we have here? It's just a stray dog ​​from the Endless Sea." His voice regained its indifferent, all-encompassing tone. "First level of the Dao Integration Realm? A mere first level Dao Integration Realm cultivator dares to step into my Heavenly Demon Sect alone?"

He suddenly waved his hand.

"Elder! Second Elder! All elders, heed my command—form the Immortal Slaughtering Formation and capture her for me!"

"Yes!"

The First Elder, Second Elder, Third Elder, and Fifth Elder simultaneously unleashed their power, four Void Refinement Realm auras soaring into the sky. Crimson spiritual energy intertwined in the air, forming a vast net, with blood-red patterns flowing between its meshes, faintly emanating the wails of countless wronged souls, as it descended upon Yinling. This was the Heavenly Demon Sect's trump card, a combined attack formation; the four Void Refinement Realm elders working together had once trapped and killed a severely injured Dao Integration Realm cultivator.

Yinling raised her eyes, preparing to make a move—

"boom!!"

Within the pillar of light, a sword's cry ripped through the sky.

A beam of emerald green sword light shot out from the passage, like a long, azure river cascading from the heavens, cleaving through the blood-red net in a single strike. The sword light's momentum didn't wane, carving a thousand-foot-long trench through the swirling blood mist. Immediately afterward, a cloud-white sleeve emerged from the pillar of light. The breeze seemed gentle, but wherever it touched, the four elders felt as if struck by a heavy hammer, all groaning as they were sent flying backward.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, stepped out of the passage.

A man in a green robe carrying a sword, with square eyebrows and an aura like an ancient sword drawn from its sheath, his sharpness fully revealed—Jiang Daoxuan, the sect master of the Biluo Sect.

A figure in a long white dress, with a white jade hairpin in her hair, stood with clear and composed eyes, her hands folded in her sleeves, like an unapproachable drifting cloud—Su Qingyun, the master of Yunyin Pavilion.

The three, united in their Dao, stood side by side before the pillar of light.

The night wind swept through the ruins, but it couldn't even stir the hem of the three people's clothes.

The indifference on the Heavenly Demon Sect Master's face finally cracked at this moment. His gaze slowly moved between the three, and his heart sank inch by inch—three Dao Integration Realm cultivators. Even though Silver Bell was only at the first level of Dao Integration, the auras of the other two were as deep as an abyss and as majestic as a mountain; neither of them was someone to be trifled with.

Before he could even speak, the pillar of light suddenly expanded, and silvery-white light poured out in all directions like a tidal wave—the passage was now completely stable.

The next second, a massive number of Immortal Alliance cultivators surged out from the light.

First came dozens of Void Refinement stage cultivators, like a pack of tigers released from their cages; followed by hundreds of Nascent Soul deacons, and then tens of thousands of Nascent Soul and Golden Core disciples, their armor gleaming coldly, their magical artifacts radiating light like daylight. Banners embroidered with the emblems of various sects rose one after another from the light, fluttering like a forest. Figures surged forth from the pillars of light like a burst dam, instantly filling half the sky and completely surrounding the ruined platform.