After clearing the level, the fairies were reborn!

But amidst the wind and snow, a continuous cluster of palaces stands tall.

The palace is built of millennia-old ice, with icicles hanging from its eaves, reflecting a dreamlike glow under the aurora.

As the saying goes—let's tell a myth, about a certain family.

The Ding family.

They have existed in this Northern Continent since ancient times, and have stood firm through the inheritance and development of countless generations.

Like the Divine Machine Sect, they are the true "foundation" of this Northern Continent.

It is also a force to be reckoned with among the four great immortal sects and five great families.

All other families and sects that claim to be on par with them are simply patting themselves on the back.

"Miss, Miss!!"

At this moment, in a secluded pavilion.

A stunningly beautiful woman, dressed in a long gown, looked like a celestial being, unlike her previous simple attire.

That languid face carried an otherworldly air; every frown and smile seemed to influence the laws of the world.

"I told you, don't call me Miss."

Ding Wan lowered her eyes, leaning against a corner of the pavilion with a bored expression, resting her chin in her hands.

She appeared calm, but deep in her eyes lurked a lingering sense of loneliness.

"Then? Sister Zhaoxue?"

A maid with her hair in two buns ran into the pavilion, her face red from the cold. She paused for a moment before speaking.

"My name is Ding Wan!" The woman's voice turned cold.

The maidservant was so startled that she stuck out her tongue and quickly corrected herself:

"I'm sorry, Sister Wan'er."

Deep down, she didn't understand. "Miss Zhaoxue" sounded so much nicer, didn't it? "Ding Wan" sounded like the name of an ordinary maid...

I don't understand, I don't understand at all.

Ding Wan didn't really argue with her and turned her gaze into the distance.

Seemingly noticing how bored the woman was, the young maidservant excitedly said:

"Sister Wan'er, something terrible has happened in the east!!"

Chapter 93 This sword strike will be insane.

"Ok?"

Ding Wan responded casually and caught a snowflake.

What major event could possibly occur in this Northern Continent?

She didn't care at first.

"Just now, a zombie horde broke out in the Xuanling Secret Realm over Donghua City, reportedly numbering in the millions!"

But as the maid recounted her story, her gaze grew serious.

"Mysterious Spirit Realm? A zombie horde?"

A look of confusion appeared on Ding Wan's face.

I obtained the inheritance in this secret realm twenty years ago.

But wasn't that place already devoid of life and reduced to ruins?

Where does the idea of ​​a zombie horde come from?

At the same time, a silver-white flying sword floated nearby, buzzing incessantly.

This Qingyun Sword is also part of the legacy.

"It's true! Originally, the second young master of the Song family was to preside over the Heavenly Pride Conference and lead this year's young cultivators into the secret realm for exploration, but suddenly something unexpected happened..."

And so.

The maid began to recount the information in great detail, having specifically inquired about the details earlier.

It wasn't until she recounted the current situation, when the Song family planned to abandon Donghua City, and Feixue Valley and Tianqiong Palace came to the Ding family and Shenjimen for help again, that she finally understood.

Anger flashed across Ding Wan's face: "A bunch of cowardly rats who fear death! How dare they speak ill of destiny?"

How could she not understand what these people were up to!

One or two of them were afraid of damaging their family's heritage!

So they planned to use the lives of mortals and a city to delay until these ancient forces made their move!

"He's an animal."

The stunningly beautiful woman grabbed the Azure Cloud Sword, intending to transform into a streak of sword light and escape.

But the next second, her expression turned dejected.

No.

I cannot use my cultivation.

Indeed, after returning to her family, Ding Wan had a huge argument with her parents and ancestors, refusing to accept the arranged marriage with the Holy Son of the Divine Machine Sect.

The elders, however, said that her talents and cultivation were bestowed upon her by the family, and that she had the obligation and responsibility to fulfill the marriage contract.

Therefore, Ding Wan said that she would never use a single bit of her cultivation again in her life.

She sat back down in the pavilion, feeling helpless and sorrowful.

"Sister Wan'er, what's wrong?"

The maid couldn't understand her expression; she was just a servant and didn't know the specific reasons for the conflict between her mistress and her family.

If she had the choice, she would consider it an unparalleled honor to marry the legendary 'Holy Son of the Divine Mechanism Sect' as a concubine.

"fine."

Ding Wan sighed.

This time, I don't know how many people will die.

"I haven't finished speaking yet!"

The maidservant stepped closer, her eyes shining. "What I just said isn't the point. What's important is that outside Donghua City, there's a young man who single-handedly charged into the horde of zombies!"

"His story has caused quite a stir throughout the entire East these past few days!"

"The elder said that he not only possesses sword intent, but also has the legendary 'Flawless Golden Core'. Now, he has borrowed the power of the heavenly tribulation to single-handedly confront a million corpses!"

Listening to the girl beside me recounting the story incessantly.

Ding Wan's beautiful eyes were also widening.

"What did you say?!"

The maid continued speaking at a rapid pace, "What I'm saying is all true, Sister Wan'er! The whole Northern Region is buzzing about it now! Everyone's saying that young man is a once-in-a-millennium prodigy, a future true immortal!"

"I think his name is... Xu Ze?"

……

Inside Donghua City, countless people surged onto the city walls.

The horde of zombies was extremely large, and they clearly understood what had happened.

At this moment, whether they were Qi Refining cultivators or Foundation Establishment cultivators, they were all crowded on the city wall, gazing at the towering and majestic Dharma Image in the distance.

Watching the Dharma Image sweep away the horde of corpses with a single sword strike, and seeing the thunderous rain unable to harm him in the slightest.

“I know him. He seems to be a young man from Central Continent!” said a steamed bun vendor, who was the first to step forward.

"Yes, yes, I've seen him in portraits too!"

"I never expected that he would be the one protecting us."

"A true immortal! That's a true immortal!"

I wonder who will be the first to kneel down.

Then, like a tidal wave, a large number of people knelt down on the city wall.

An elderly man with white hair, tears streaming down his face, kowtowed towards the direction of the Dharma image: "Great immortal who saves us from suffering, please save our Donghua City..."

"Yes, please save us!!"

"Immortal Senior, please grant me your protection!!"

The sounds were initially chaotic, but gradually coalesced into a single, overwhelming force, like a tidal wave, sweeping across the entire city of Donghua.

The shouts of hundreds of thousands of people pierced through the wind and snow, reaching the battlefield a hundred miles away.

……

"call."

A hundred miles away.

Xu Ze heard it.

His sword-wielding hand paused slightly, and he turned to look in the direction of Donghua City.

Although they were hundreds of miles apart, he could clearly see the crowd kneeling on the city wall and feel the prayers and hopes in their eyes.

Those gazes were very light, as light as a feather.

But it is also very heavy, as heavy as Mount Tai.

Xu Ze took a deep breath, and the flames in his eyes burned even more intensely.

"The blood of kings must end with the sword."

He muttered to himself.

The Great Extinction Dharma Form looked up to the sky and roared, its sound shaking the nine heavens.