Transmigrating into the body of a white-haired fairy, she also encounters a late-born woman seeking

"Alas, the fully formed Asura Demon Body. Back then, in order to annihilate the soul of the Demon Emperor Luohe, my Xuanling Sect suffered heavy losses. I have a premonition that this time it will not be easy to get through."

The third coffin was opened, and a tall old man dressed in a green robe spoke.

"The sect's internal calamity cannot be taken lightly. Gentlemen, please follow me."

The fourth coffin contained an old man in white robes who floated up.

The four elders exchanged a glance, then transformed into a streak of light and vanished from the sacred mountain...

Rumbling--

The enormous energy aftershocks erupted from the junction of Shuiyue Peak and Zidan Peak, alarming hundreds of thousands of surrounding peaks.

"What's going on? Such an astonishing energy fluctuation? Was it caused by that beam of light just now? Are there people fighting over there?!"

"Such astonishing demonic energy! Could it be that a powerful demonic cultivator is attacking my Xuanling Sect from that direction??"

"Run! Don't get close to this energy! Only a Great Emperor could create such a powerful force. We need to stay away!"

"Yes, we can't get close. My master just sent a message saying we should return to the main peak's protective array for refuge. Most of the disciples from Shuiyue Peak and Zidan Peak have already evacuated to Shangqing Peak!"

"Hurry, hurry!!"

"......"

Hearing the commotion, the disciples on the surrounding peaks began to discuss it amongst themselves.

Some were on high alert, ready to pull their companions away; others were unconcerned, believing their Xuanling Sect to be a dominant force that could quickly quell such provocation...

at the same time.

Lin Xi, who was at the center of the vortex, became increasingly terrified.

"You, you actually killed the patriarch and the others?!"

She stared in horror at Shen Lingtian before her.

In the brief exchange, Shen Lingtian actually killed two Great Emperor Ancestors, and the Purple Frost Great Emperor and the Golden Flame Great Emperor beneath him were also on the verge of death.

Emperor Jin Yan even had one arm severed, and blood splattered everywhere!

"Great Emperor? Ha, even if all the Great Emperors of the Xuanling Sect came here now, they couldn't save you."

"You are destined to fall into my hands."

Shen Lingtian slapped away the Qiankun Pearl beside him and said sarcastically to Lin Xi.

Lin Xi recalled the Qiankun Pearl, and her heart skipped a beat when she discovered that a crack had appeared on the pearl.

Although the Qiankun Pearl is an imperial artifact, she knew from Shen Lingtian's attitude that it was clearly an extraordinary imperial artifact.

But now even the Qiankun Pearl can't stop her opponent; her biggest trump card has failed...

"Little Lin Xi, don't be afraid. He can't just mess with the disciples of my Xuanling Sect."

"Although I am no match for him, with the ancestors of my Xuanling Sect's ancestral land here, we will certainly not let him continue to be so arrogant."

Emperor Zishuang instantly appeared beside Lin Xi and comforted her.

However, she was also covered in wounds at this moment, her breath was extremely weak, and there was a bloody hole in her chest.

"That's right, we will protect you with our own lives until the ancestors arrive, little girl, you don't need to worry."

Emperor Jin Yan also rushed to Lin Xi's side.

"Two elders... you don't actually need to worry about me. He won't really kill me. You can escape on your own first."

Lin Xi felt like crying.

The first person she thought of was Chu Yang, but then she saw that even the Great Emperor Ancestor was no match for Shen Lingtian.

Bringing Chu Yang over would only harm him.

"We are not just saving you, we are also protecting the two peaks."

"In that case, you may all die."

Shen Lingtian unleashed his demonic energy like a volcanic eruption, and struck out with his palm towards the three of them.

However, just as the overwhelming demonic energy was about to engulf the three of them...

Four elderly men appeared before the three.

As the demonic energy surged and devoured, the old man in black robes flicked his sleeves, and a hazy, gray world unfolded before him.

It differs from the malevolent nature of demonic energy; it is profound and vast, even accompanied by a sacred and majestic power.

When it appeared in the Wumeng World, the demonic energy that had spread across the heavens and earth vanished in an instant.

A universe hidden in a sleeve.

"What a ruthless junior! He actually attacked with such viciousness."

The black-robed elder brazenly probed Shen Lingtian with his divine sense, but upon sensing something, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Ancestor Yingyuan? Ancestor Tianyang? Ancestor Xuanlei? Ancestor Baihuang??"

"Greetings to the four venerable ancestors!"

Upon seeing the four people blocking the attack in an instant, and recognizing who they were, both Emperor Zishuang and Emperor Jinyan were overjoyed.

Compared to these four, they are just juniors.

The true strength of the Xuanling Sect has finally been revealed.

"The Ancestor of Shangqing Peak?"

Lin Xi, who was standing to the side, was also quite surprised.

You should know that Emperor Zishuang is one of the most powerful emperors in Shuiyue Peak.

Unexpectedly, even she treated these four elderly people with great respect.

How many years old are they, then?

"......"

"I didn't expect you four old geezers to show up this time. Has the Xuanling Sect forgotten what happened ten thousand years ago?"

Shen Lingtian's gaze remained calm, even showing some disappointment.

"Young man, I think I'm more than capable of dealing with the four of us, aren't I?" Ancestor Tianyang stroked his beard and said calmly.

"Yeah?"

Shen Lingtian's gaze swept over the four people, a half-smile on his face.

"One late-stage True Immortal, two mid-stage True Immortals, and one early-stage True Immortal?"

"If you were in your prime, I would indeed be somewhat wary, but both of you suffer from old ailments, your very essence is damaged, and you are both exhausted and at your wits' end. How much of your strength can you exert now?"

"Aren't you afraid of dying here?"

"Death is nothing to us anymore. At our age, the only thing we care about is the development of the Xuanling Sect. If you really have the ability to send us away, then I will admit defeat."

"Although we are old and useless, we are still enough to deal with you. Right now, your cultivation level is only at the peak of the Great Emperor Realm."

"Young man, the Asura Demon Body isn't that easy to use..." Ancestor Yingyuan said quietly.

"Alright, since that's the case, let's see if you have the ability!"

"Purgatory Asura Seal!"

Shen Lingtian burst into wild laughter, and an incomparably domineering demonic energy surged forth, as if it came from the demonic energy of hell.

The demonic energy surged rapidly, and a ghost seal, seemingly formed from the condensation of ten thousand ghosts, appeared, causing countless Yin ghosts to tremble in fear.

Faced with such an offensive, the four patriarchs surged with immortal power, unleashing all their supernatural abilities as they charged towards the Ghost Seal.

With a deafening boom, Shen Lingtian and the four elders faced the aftershocks of the energy and began to fight swiftly.

For a moment, celestial light filled the sky...

"A true immortal? Is this the power of a true immortal?!"

Lin Xi watched the scene unfold before her with a pounding heart.

She swore it was the most amazing battle she had ever seen, or perhaps a legendary fairyland!

Several patriarchs reached the legendary realm of true immortals but did not ascend to heaven.

Could it be that they chose to stay on the Tianwu Continent to protect the Xuanling Sect?

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.