Chapter 758: The Floating Immortal Island Fails

At this moment, many people had gathered on the floating immortal island.

"The great demons are watching us too closely. This artifact, the Floating Immortal Island, is damaged and cannot hold out much longer in these thin spiritual energies of the Four Seas and Eight Zones. Breaking the formation is only a matter of time—we must prepare early."

On the floating immortal island, a middle-aged Daoist nun in a Daoist robe spoke with a troubled expression—she was Liu Guzi, brought by Li Yi from the End-Dharma Daoist world and settled in Tianchang City.

But like other Daoists, Liu Guzi had suffered a severe fall from her End-Dharma realm and had only just barely recovered to the One Flower Realm.

Yet this realm was insufficient to oppose the great demons; her Daoist robe was stained with blood, she was severely wounded, and incapable of fighting the great demons again.

"Damn it! These great demons came with overwhelming force, and we were caught off guard. Otherwise, if we had rallied our old comrades, why fear these great demons?" said the Dry Daoist, who had lost one arm, his face pale but his expression defiant.

He had crossed over back then to aid Xiangxiangzi in slaying great demons, offering up one of his own Dao flowers, his realm plummeting to the Chaoyuan Realm; after years of arduous cultivation, he had only just regained the One Flower Realm.

Added to that, he had no Dao artifact and no allies beside him—he had fought the great demon for only moments before losing an arm.

Fortunately, his Dao techniques were refined enough to barely survive, and only by relying on this low-grade Dao artifact, the Floating Immortal Island, had he held on until now.

"How is Feiyunzi doing?" Liu Guzi asked next, her voice tinged with concern.

The Dry Daoist shook his head: "Not good. His physical body was shattered by the great demon, and his Primordial Spirit was injured by demonic power as it fled. He is now in seclusion within the Floating Immortal Island, meditating to recover—if the island falls, Feiyunzi will surely die."

"If Old Wu and the Bald Daoist were here, we wouldn't have ended up like this," Liu Guzi said.

The Dry Daoist touched his severed arm and said: "Even if Old Wu and the Bald Daoist came, it wouldn't help—they've only bloomed two Dao flowers. The enemy has four great demons, each with astonishing power. Only a Three Flower Realm Immortal could break this deadlock—but Immortal Xuan Yue left after her last battle, and Tai Yi has vanished somewhere to cultivate. If things continue like this..."

He fell silent, gazing at the swirling demonic clouds surrounding the Floating Immortal Island, a grim premonition rising in his heart.

Had this place not been so spiritually barren, slowing the great demons' recovery and draining their strength, the Floating Immortal Island would have been shattered long ago—but even now, it was merely buying time.

Once the three great demons rested, their next assault would be nearly impossible to withstand.

"The relatives of Tai Yi must be protected. If all else fails, I'll stay behind to hold them off—you take them and find a way to escape," Liu Guzi said, glancing back.

There were many people on the floating immortal island.

Many refugees from Tianchang City had gathered here.

Had it not been for the Bald Daoist's earlier refinement of it into a low-grade Dao artifact with its own internal realm, it could never have held so many.

The Dry Daoist gave a bitter laugh: "The enemy has four great demons, and one has never shown himself. Where do you think he is? He's probably guarding Ghost Street, cutting off all our escape routes. We're completely trapped. The only hope left is the residual teleportation array on the Floating Immortal Island."

"That array must lead to the Immortal Continent, and it can only transport a few people at a time. The situation there is unknown—if we teleport blindly, we might walk straight into the tiger's mouth. Tai Yi's relatives lack strength; they'd struggle to survive on the Immortal Continent."

Liu Guzi said: "In this dire hour, we must use the teleportation array. Save who we can—it's better than dying here at the hands of these great demons."

"You're right," said the Dry Daoist. "Liu Guzi, you handle the arrangements."

Liu Guzi nodded and immediately informed Zhao Ge.

Zhao Ge froze upon hearing the plan, but then nodded: "I understand. If the island falls, I'll arrange for a few to teleport away."

After agreeing to this, Zhao Ge's heart grew heavy, even filled with guilt.

He had thought suggesting everyone return to the Four Seas and Eight Zones was the right decision—but he never imagined it wouldn't shake off the enemy, but instead bring disaster to the Four Seas and Eight Zones. Now, as the great house collapsed, only a handful might survive.

And teleporting away didn't guarantee safety—it might be even more dangerous on the other side.

But at this critical moment, one had to take the gamble.

But who should be chosen to teleport away?

For Zhao Ge, this was not a difficult decision.

Soon, Zhao Ge returned to a palace within the Floating Immortal Island.

The palace was packed with people.

All were refugees from Tianchang City.

"Father, what's the situation now?" Zhao Qian rushed forward anxiously.

Zhao Ge gestured, signaling a few to follow him outside to avoid leaking the news and causing panic.

The group understood at once and quickly left the hall, stepping outside.

When Zhao Ge confirmed no one was nearby, he said: "The Floating Immortal Island cannot hold. Elder Liu Guzi has ordered us to use the teleportation array—save as many as we can."

Several others saw this and understood at once; they immediately left the great hall and stepped outside.

Everyone was stunned. Though they knew the situation was dire, they hadn't expected it to collapse so quickly—how long had they held out? Was the island already about to fall?

"Aren't the three Daoist masters strong enough to stand against those great demons?" asked a short-haired woman with a lithe figure, frowning.

"Lin Yue, you, my daughter, and Rongniang—the three of you will be the first to use the teleportation array. The situation there is unknown, but I believe Meng De left this array for a reason. Though the Immortal Continent is full of peril, it's not certain death. Staying here is far more dangerous."

Zhao Ge made his decision outright, not hiding his personal bias.

"Miss Lin, you, my daughter, and Rongniang will be the first to depart via the teleportation array. Though the situation on the other side is unknown, I believe Meng De must have had his reasons for leaving this array behind. Though the Xuan Immortal Continent is rife with peril, it is not a certain death sentence—staying here is far more dangerous."

Zhao Ge smiled lightly: "I'm a warrior of the Four Seas and Eight Zones—I belong here. The world outside is vast. To die in my homeland is no shame."

He had already prepared to die.

"Why not leave together?" Lin Yue said at once. "You're Li Yi's master—he would never want to see you die."

"I've lived most of my life—I've had enough. Someone must stay behind, don't they?" Zhao Ge waved his hand, declining Lin Yue's kindness.

He also had no intention of letting anyone else use the teleportation array. After sending the three away, he would destroy the array to prevent the demons from following.

As long as his daughter and Rongniang survived, Li Yi would surely find them someday and continue the family line—this would ease his final regrets.

He also had no intention of letting anyone else use the teleportation array; after sending the three away, he would destroy it to prevent the demons from following.

Zhao Ge decided they would die with him in Liangzhou.

In this moment of crisis,

the cold brutality of the warrior was laid bare.

Yet at that very moment,

The warrior's cold brutality was laid bare without doubt.

A tremendous roar echoed from the sky, followed by a devastating demonic strike against the Floating Immortal Island's formation. The defense of this low-grade Dao artifact had reached its limit—the island trembled, the ground cracked,

and its damage worsened.

"No! The great demons have rested—they're attacking again. Hurry, follow me to the Teleportation Hall!" Zhao Ge's expression changed instantly as he urged them forward.

He knew: today, the Floating Immortal Island would fall.

If they didn't leave now, everyone would die.

But abandoning everyone to teleport away alone was cruel to Zhao Qian, Rongniang, and Lin Yue.

"Father, I don't want to leave," Zhao Qian said stubbornly. "Teleporting doesn't guarantee survival. Better to die here with you."

Rongniang added: "Little sister is right. If everyone dies, what's the point of us living?"

Zhao Ge roared: "Foolish! Don't you dare stay here to die! Fight for even a sliver of hope! As soon as the island breaks, teleport immediately. If you cultivate carefully in the future, you may yet meet Meng De again."

Witnessing this moment of parting, Lin Yue, usually so strong, felt a pang in her chest.

Zhao Ge, upon hearing this, roared in anger: "Filthy fools! Why won't you fight for even a sliver of hope? Why stay here to wait for death? Once the floating immortal isle falls, you'll teleport away at once—future cultivation, done with caution, may yet let you meet Meng De again."

Was there truly no hope left on Earth? Did it force everyone to cross over, abandoning their homeland?

But the great demons' attacks did not pause for their sorrow.

"Today, we break this place, slaughter these people, and conquer this world!" one great demon roared, demonic energy surging, shaking the heavens.

"Had this place not been spiritually barren, slowing their recovery, they wouldn't have held out this long," sneered another great demon.

"Their three masters are useless—all wounded, beyond saving. Their time is up. No mercy."

The three great demons now united, unleashing terrifying power.

Each strike could shake an entire province.

Though the Floating Immortal Island had been reforged as a Dao artifact, it had reached its limit. After enduring several demonic assaults, the formation collapsed repeatedly, cracks spreading across the artifact until it teetered on the brink of destruction.

"It's falling."

Liu Guzi and the Dry Daoist involuntarily cut off their spiritual energy input, abandoning hope for the Floating Immortal Island.

It was time for one final battle.

Both drew deep breaths, secretly activating their Dao techniques, preparing to fight to the death and carve a path through blood.

Since Tai Yi's relatives had been arranged for escape via the teleportation array, they must now think of themselves.

After barely surviving the End-Dharma era and regaining their Three Flower Realm cultivation, they had no wish to perish here.

If they joined forces, and fortune favored them, they might break through the Four Seas and Eight Zones, return to Earth, and flee far away—it was not impossible.

After barely escaping the End Dharma Era and restoring their cultivation to the Three Flowers realm, they had no desire to die here.

With a final, full-force strike from one great demon, the Floating Immortal Island shuddered once more—its limits shattered. Buildings within cracked and collapsed; the island, once hovering in midair, lost its levitation and began plummeting downward.

BOOM!

With the full-force strike of a great demon, the floating immortal isle shuddered once more, finally reaching its limit; buildings within cracked and crumbled, and the isle suspended in midair now lost its ability to hover, beginning to plummet downward.