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The Legend of the Immortals Prequel: Wilderness Journey
The water flowed like a torrent, splashing and soaring in the void, wrapping around the giant beast that had suddenly appeared, protecting Chengzi behind it.
Above The Eight Desolations and Six Harmonies, countless disciples of the Azure Cloud Sect were overjoyed, calling out in excitement.
“Nine Nether Demon Barrier!”
“It’s the Nine Nether Demon Barrier!”
On the clouds, a giant beast suddenly appeared in front of Chengzi, its face fierce and its body enormous, roaring like thunder. Countless streams of water surged and floated around this beast, which was none other than the ancient mythical creature, the Azure Water Qilin, the spiritual beast of the Azure Cloud Sect.
“Roar!” With a thunderous roar, the Azure Water Qilin let out a furious cry towards Qiu Wangyu, sounding like a bolt of lightning.
Qiu Wangyu looked at this giant beast with furrowed brows, seemingly surprised by the resilience of the Azure Cloud Sect, whose depth of foundation was unexpectedly profound, always presenting unforeseen troubles.
However, as an extraordinary figure, his will was as resilient as steel. Despite the trouble, he showed no fear; instead, he became more courageous in battle. He flew forward directly, striking down with his hand towards the Azure Water Qilin, showing no regard for this ancient mythical beast.
The Azure Water Qilin was captured by the former founder of the Azure Cloud Sect, Qingye. Having attained enlightenment for many years, it was not an ordinary beast. At this moment, it roared fiercely, waves of water swirling around it as it charged madly towards Qiu Wangyu, its massive body lunging at this Demon Cult Leader, engaging in fierce combat.
As time passed, black ghostly energy began to rise again in the air. Clearly, Qiu Wangyu was formidable; even before his Xuan Yin Ghost Qi, the Azure Water Qilin was struggling and being forced into a disadvantageous position.
Fortunately, at this moment, after fending off the Demon Banner, Master Zhenwu arrived on the battlefield to fight alongside the Azure Water Qilin, gradually turning the tide back in their favor. However, they still found it difficult to contend with the arrogant and unruly Demon Cult Leader.
The winds roared and clouds surged; the battle had reached a thrilling climax. Just then, when everyone’s attention was drawn to Master Zhenwu, the Azure Water Qilin, and the even more formidable Demon Cult Leader Qiu Wangyu, Chengzi’s face turned pale, but his right hand finally stretched out once more.
Unbeknownst to when or where it had come from, a sword suddenly appeared in his hand.
It was an unremarkable long sword that lacked luster; upon closer inspection, its material seemed strange—neither stone nor metal—with an ancient design. Only on the blade were two words clearly carved—The Legend of the Immortals!
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Chengzi looked down at the ancient sword in his hand with a complex and peculiar expression—there was awe, pain, anxiety, and hesitation. However, when he raised his head again, all those emotions suddenly vanished, leaving only cold indifference and murderous intent on his face.
Holding the ancient sword aloft, he rose with determination.
Between the Earth, there seemed to be a moment when everything suddenly fell silent.
The wind stilled and the clouds halted, the earth became solemn, even Qiu Wangyu's expression changed slightly as he turned around abruptly.
Chengzi, severely injured, stared wide-eyed and gritted his teeth, suddenly raising his sword. At the same time, in just a moment, his face turned pale as if all color had drained from it.
A majestic purple aura suddenly rose from the back mountain of Tongfeng, soaring into the sky before crashing down, enveloping Chengzi.
As this purple aura approached, the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword began to emit a bright glow, an unimaginable might surged from the blade, causing the ground to change color.
Chengzi appeared to be straining to channel his magical power; however, the light from the Zhu Xian Ancient Sword flowed and shimmered, yet showed no further changes. Chengzi gritted his teeth and gasped for breath, as if bearing an immense burden. Yet when he looked up, he only saw the vast sky with no other disturbances.
The other six peaks of the distant Azure Cloud Mountain Range stood silently.
Chengzi smiled bitterly; suddenly blood streamed from his mouth, nose, ears, and eyes, creating a ghastly sight.
The crowd below on Tongfeng and from Azure Cloud Sect was initially astonished but instantly erupted into chaos.
Meanwhile, Qiu Wangyu felt his heart race unexpectedly, sensing a never-before-felt palpitation. In shock, he quickly concluded that it must be the ancient sword in Chengzi's hand causing this. Without hesitation, he shouted loudly, conjuring a massive ghostly claw of Xuan Yin Ghost Qi for a fierce strike while simultaneously pushing back Azure Water Qilin and Zhen Wu. He then suddenly flew towards Chengzi, determined to eliminate this seemingly peculiar old man first.
Chengzi glanced sideways at him, blood flowing continuously from his seven orifices, looking like a malevolent spirit. Suddenly he let out a roar, shouting: "Master Ancestor, assist me!"
Before his voice faded, a wild wind surged. His dark green robe danced wildly in the wind as he thrust out his sword amidst the purple aura.
The light of the Ancient Sword of Extermination blazed brightly on this Azure Cloud Mountain Peak. In that moment of silence between heaven and earth, it seemed as if only that ancient long sword remained; it was like the beginning of creation itself, like chaos being divided for the first time—countless lights and shadows rolled forth like flowing water, time itself seemed to distort in an instant.
The dark ghostly energy receded like a tide, dissipating away. The ancient sword broke through the air and swept away all restraints; with a "poof," it fell silent thereafter.
Everyone on Azure Cloud Mountain Peak looked up in awe.
Chengzi, holding his sword aloft, pierced through Qiu Wangyu's chest with the Zhuxian Sword, emerging from behind him.
Everyone was stunned, unable to believe their own eyes.
Chengzi tightly gripped the sword hilt, standing just inches away from Qiu Wangyu, his face pale as paper, swaying as if about to fall.
Qiu Wangyu appeared somewhat confused, unable to believe what he saw. After glancing down at the Ancient Sword of Extermination embedded in his chest, he furrowed his brows slightly and then let out a soft sigh.
"What a good sword!" he suddenly laughed and sincerely remarked.
Chengzi silently watched him, feeling an inexplicable twist in the muscles of his face.
Qiu Wangyu looked up at Chengzi, and after a moment, suddenly said, "Without this Zhu Xian Ancient Sword, you wouldn't be my match."
Chengzi remained silent, his hand gripping the sword trembling slightly.
Qiu Wangyu observed him, then suddenly broke into a grin. However, he lowered his voice to a tone only Chengzi could hear and said, "Why bother? I will take the lead; on the road to the Yellow Springs, you will surely follow soon."
Chengzi's expression changed drastically, as if he was about to say something when suddenly, from the crowd of demonic cultists below, a figure shot up. It was not one of the four sect leaders, but it moved with incredible speed and in an instant reached Qiu Wangyu, grabbing him and retreating.
The Zhu Xian Ancient Sword was pulled from his chest, and as it passed through, countless white smoke rose from Qiu Wangyu, who writhed in agony. He himself was in immense pain, crying out loudly. But once the sword left his body, he gritted his teeth fiercely and shouted to the person beside him, "Go! Retreat! Descend the mountain..."
Before he could finish speaking, his head tilted and he had already lost consciousness.
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