The spiritual energy was restored, and he became a mortal immortal in two days.

Om-!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within the entire Tianfeng Imperial City, spanning hundreds of miles, suddenly stagnated!

An indescribable stillness and tranquility, seemingly originating from the very source of the world, spread out from Chen Xiang's center!

The seven Nascent Soul cultivators in the air all changed their expressions at the same time! They felt the surrounding air instantly become viscous like glue, and the circulation of true essence within their bodies began to stagnate!

Even more frightening is that their connection with the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is being rapidly stripped away and severed!

"Not good! This person is suspicious! Join forces to suppress him!"

Master Yunya was the first to react. He shouted loudly, and the purple-gold jade book in his hand suddenly burst forth with ten thousand feet of light, transforming into an illusory nine-layered cloud mountain, which pressed down on Chen Xiang!

This is a projection of the "Nine Heavens Mountain Suppressing Book," the supreme treasure of the Nine Heavens Immortal Sect.

The Thunder Punishment Venerable went even further, clasping his hands together and condensing the lightning around him into a purple bolt of lightning as thick as a bucket, carrying an aura of annihilation, which crashed down with a devastating roar!

The signature divine power of the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace—Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!

The Five Elements Master formed hand seals, and five-colored light flowed, transforming into a giant net that covered the sky. It contained the power of the five elements' mutual generation and restraint, and enveloped Chen Xiang, aiming to block all his escape routes and suppress his magical power!

The other four Nascent Soul cultivators also used their own methods, with sword light, blade energy, and phantom images of magic treasures attacking Chen Xiang from all directions!

Seven Nascent Soul cultivators, three of whom were at the Great Perfection stage, joined forces to unleash a devastating attack! Above the imperial city, clouds churned, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and the five elements were thrown into chaos, as if the end of the world had arrived!

Countless people below were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, closing their eyes, unable to bear witnessing the horrific scene of the figure in green being blasted into dust.

However, faced with this terrifying attack that even Nascent Soul cultivators would take seriously, Chen Xiang simply raised his right hand.

With fingers spread wide, he faced the descending nine-layered cloud mountain, the crashing purple lightning, the enveloping five-elemental net, and the attacks coming from all directions...

A half-hearted grasp.

The movements were gentle, as if they were merely capturing a wisp of breeze.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff.........

A series of faint, almost negligible sounds, like bubbles bursting, rang out.

The awe-inspiring phantom of the nine-layered cloud mountain vanished silently, like a bubble squeezed by an invisible hand, when it was still ten feet above Chen Xiang's head, without even a ripple.

The purple lightning bolt, powerful enough to shatter mountains, vanished silently when it touched the three-foot space above Chen Xiang's palm, as if it had never existed.

The colossal net that contained the power of the five elements' birth and death melted away instantly, like ice and snow meeting fire.

As for the attacks of the other four Nascent Soul cultivators, they dissipated on their own halfway through, as if their very existence had been "denied" by that clenched hand.

A combined attack from seven Nascent Soul cultivators, powerful enough to move mountains and overturn seas, was effortlessly countered by Chen Xiang's casual grasp...

The smoke disappeared.

Silently.

It was as if seven flies had just buzzed a few times and then been casually swatted dead.

No, they didn't even make a clapping motion. They just found it noisy, so they quieted down.

In mid-air, the arrogance, killing intent, and astonishment on the faces of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators all froze.

Instead, there was boundless horror, disbelief, and a deep-seated fear!

They couldn't even comprehend what had just happened! It wasn't a crushing defeat in terms of strength; it was an erasure at the level of rules!

As if their words were law, they said "Quiet," and their attack "disappeared"!

"You...who exactly are you...?"

Master Yunya's voice trembled, and the purple-gold jade book in his hand dimmed, almost slipping from his grasp.

Chen Xiang did not answer.

He simply withdrew his clenched hand, and then looked at the seven stiff figures in the air...

He flicked his fingers.

The movements were graceful, like brushing a fallen petal off a musical instrument string.

Seven tiny, almost invisible "threads," seemingly formed from the purest light, burst forth from his fingertips, instantly traversing space and disappearing into the brows of the seven Nascent Soul cultivators.

There were no screams, no explosions.

The seven Nascent Soul cultivators, including three at the Great Perfection of Nascent Soul, all froze simultaneously.

The sparkle in their eyes quickly faded, leaving them empty. A single, pinhead-sized red dot peeked from between their brows.

Then, their bodies began to weather away like sand sculptures, turning from feet to head into the finest dust, which drifted down in a soft rustling sound.

A gust of wind blew, and the dust was dispersed.

The sky was completely clear, as if those seven people had never existed.

Only seven unowned storage rings and a few unclaimed magical artifacts clattered and fell from mid-air.

Outside Chengtian Gate, all was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

Everyone, whether they were ordinary people and officials below the city or Wu Minghuang and his soldiers on the city wall, was dumbfounded and their minds went blank.

Seven Nascent Soul cultivators... three of whom were envoys from top-tier immortal sects...

That's it? Gone just like that?

Vanished in the blink of an eye?!

Is this really something that human beings can do?!

While everyone was still immersed in the extreme shock and bewilderment, in the distant eastern, southern, and western horizons...

At the same time, a thunderous and furious voice boomed, clearly from the powerful figures behind those immortal sects who had glimpsed the scene through some secret technique!

"You wicked creature! How dare you do this?!"

"The one who killed my envoy is guilty of an unforgivable crime!!"

"The Heavenly Wind Dynasty shall perish! The madman in green robes shall suffer the punishment of soul refining, never to be reincarnated!"

"Send the order! The allied forces of the three sects shall march immediately! Crush Tianfeng! Leave no one alive!!"

The anger and killing intent contained in his voice were almost tangible, making all living beings within the entire territory of the Tianfeng Dynasty feel their hearts tremble!

Panic surged through him once more. A coalition of top-tier immortal sects!

What terrifying power that would be! Even a Nascent Soul Grandmaster would probably have to personally intervene!

Can the Heavenly Wind Dynasty really stop them?

Wu Minghuang's face also turned slightly pale, and the knuckles of her fingers gripping the spear turned white.

However, Chen Xiang seemed not to have heard those threats.

He didn't even bother to look in the direction the sound came from.

He simply stood with his hands behind his back on the eaves, his blue robe fluttering slightly in the wind, his gaze calmly sweeping across the four directions of the Heavenly Wind Dynasty, towards those invisible "boundaries" that separated the territories of the immortal sects from the secular dynasties.

Then he spoke, his voice still calm, yet carrying a resolute certainty, as if stating a universal truth:

"A coalition? To raze them to the ground?"

He shook his head gently.

"What's so difficult about it?"

The moment he finished speaking, his entire body suddenly transformed into a dazzling yet not blinding, pure and transcendent azure rainbow light, soaring into the sky!

A rainbow of light, like a dragon, instantly pierced the sky, disregarding spatial distance, and descended upon the eastern border of the Tianfeng Dynasty.

That place, known as the "Boundary Between Immortals and Mortals," was also the main gateway for immortal cultivators to enter and leave the mortal world in the past—Tianmen Mountain!

As the rainbow light faded, Chen Xiang's figure materialized, standing atop the highest peak of Tianmen Mountain.

He looked down at the banners of the Immortal Sect Alliance, which were faintly visible below the mountain and were gathering, and then looked further into the "Immortal Sect Territory," a place rich in spiritual energy and dotted with numerous sects.

Then, he extended his right index finger, using it as a pen, the heavens and earth as a scroll, and his own supreme Daoist essence as ink, and gently drew a line in the void before him!

A pale golden "boundary" that stretched for thousands of miles, connecting the sky and the earth, and was visible to the naked eye, was created out of thin air as he traced it with his fingertips!

On this side of the boundary lies the territory of the Heavenly Wind Dynasty, a place steeped in worldly affairs.

Beyond the boundary lies the territory of the Immortal Sect, a place teeming with spiritual energy.

Chen Xiang stood on the boundary, his blue robe fluttering in the wind, his figure seemingly gilded with a sacred golden edge in the rising sun.

His clear and calm voice, like the imperial decree, resounded once again throughout the entire Tianfeng Dynasty, and also clearly reached the ears of the assembled, bewildered immortal cultivators opposite him:

"From today onwards, this line will serve as the boundary."

"Within this line lies the human realm, under my protection."

His gaze swept over the shadowy, powerful figures on the other side of the boundary, and his voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable decisiveness:

"Anyone who dares to cross this line will be..."

"die."

One person, one pen, drawing boundaries and guarding the nation's gate.

Confront all the immortal sects under heaven!