Chapter 2806: The Immortal Sects Spare No Cost in Rescue

In an instant, all the cultivators of the immortal sects were left breathless, trembling.

Compared to Lin Wanqiu, these immortal sect Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators were stronger and more knowledgeable, so upon seeing this blue-clad youth, they felt even greater fear and helplessness.

This blue-clad youth bore no aura whatsoever; he was merely an image.

Yet this gaze, weathered by countless ages of all living beings, carried the temperament that seemed to collapse the starry cosmos, the very form embodying the essence of the Dao—merely beholding this sentient being made all the immortal sect cultivators realize: this is the Dao, this is what the Great Dao looks like.

If the immortal Dao of the mortal realm had a concrete form, it would necessarily be the likeness of this blue-clad youth.

"Your Excellency,"

"The immortal sects are willing to surrender—"

A distant voice spoke bitterly.

Even the immortal sect cultivators around them, including the hot-tempered hawks like Shi Ri Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Zhenjun, at this moment merely had bloodshot eyes, offered no opposition, and silently planned to wait until the dust settled, then find a place to die quietly, to be buried with the fallen immortal sect.

The sentient being that in an instant shattered the immortal sects' supreme masterpiece—the Central Array Spirit Computer!

What meaning does resistance hold against such a being?

Only to bring death to the vast populace.

Now, everything is merely for the continuation of the immortal sect; all humiliation must be endured.

"Surrender?"

In the image, the blue-clad youth blinked in surprise.

Then, he pointed with his finger—a vast and terrifying yet precisely receivable flood of information data burst forth, receivable by the Central Array Spirit Computer and by many immortal sect cultivators, containing countless inheritances, history, past, and present details, which were swiftly understood by numerous immortal sect cultivators.

Time was urgent; this earth-immortal-level cultivator had clearly paid a price to make this information instantly consumed by the immortal sect.

In an instant, all cultivators of the immortal sect's General Staff were left dazed.

"The future of the immortal sect—"

The distant gaze flickered, consumed vast amounts of information in an instant, wooden and puppet-like.

"The Great Day Dayan Dayan Jianzi?"

"The immortal sect's Great Day Dayan Dayan Jianzi—what the hell—"

Shi Ri Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Zhenjun's scalp went numb.

"Good heavens!"

"I've raised an earth immortal!"

Ding Hai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Zhenjun, headmaster of Qingfeng University, was utterly uncertain, overexcited and unable to contain himself, pacing back and forth: "His teacher is Zhang Kuansheng? Impossible, it should be me!"

"Heaven!"

"Xu Void inheritance!"

"Good heavens, good heavens, good heavens! Dao-Union inheritance, Heaven-Man inheritance, even earth immortal inheritance—can't make sense of it—struck rich, struck rich, struck rich—"

In an instant, all immortal sect cultivators fell into extreme frenzy.

Many felt as if dreaming, steps unsteady, light as if treading on clouds.

One moment ago, it was still racial extinction, the highest inheritance merely Soul Transformation, Xu Void cultivation methods unable to break through no matter what; the next moment, even immortal cultivation methods seemed to exist!

This is practically no different from a beggar becoming an emperor in an instant!!!!

"Hey!"

"Stop shouting!"

"You grandpas! Grandpas!"

Jiang Ding's voice appeared in the General Staff, shouting: "I'm currently just a six-month-old embryo! Come save me, save me, save me!"

"At least let me be born safely!"

"Senior Yuan! Senior Shi Ri! Zhang Laoshi, instructor! Lend me a hand, ah ah ah ah ah—"

He felt like crying but had no tears.

The Sword Dao earth immortal's efficient combat instinct precisely told him that if nothing had changed, he would be killed in fifteen and five-sixteenths seconds by the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Nascent Soul divine soldier combat unit!

An earth immortal would die at the hands of Nascent Soul cultivators!

The blue-clad youth's voice echoed in the empty General Staff war room, causing many immortal sect cultivators to quickly sober up, all showing embarrassed expressions.

"Sorry."

"Your Majesty Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang, we are merely insignificant Nascent Soul and Soul Transformation cultivators, with unsteady Dao hearts and shallow insight—we have lost composure—"

Yuan felt somewhat embarrassed, speaking respectfully.

Although in the newly appeared historical inheritance on the Central Array Spirit Computer, that "Yuan" was the teacher of this earth immortal, living hundreds of billions of years later, a Seven-Feathered Imperial Realm cultivator second only to earth immortals, deeply affectionate with Tai Shang Da Ri Gu Huang, yet to him, this blue-clad youth remained quite unfamiliar.

At this moment, Yuan and the others felt a restrained solemnity facing high-level cultivators, like a child confronting a historical monument.

However, combat instinct had already been etched into the soul of this governing one.

"Mobilize troops!"

"Mobilize troops without regard for cost! Mobilize the immortal sect's great array!"

Yuan immediately turned, roaring angrily at the surroundings: "Regardless of cost, support Rongcheng, support our future, support the immortal sect's—attainment of the Dao fruit!"

"Regardless of cost!"

"Even if everyone dies, it must be done!"

A voice filled with murderous intent and madness fell upon everyone's ears.

"Rongcheng!"

"Regardless of cost!"

Shi Ri Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Zhenjun and the others likewise went mad.

The entire immortal sect's fleet and army began frenzied mobilization, converging toward Rongcheng, no longer aiming to inflict casualties on Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace divine soldiers, but to meet Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace Xu Void cultivators head-on, regardless of cost, to rescue Rongcheng.

Numerous ground-based missiles, orbital cannons, and space-air mother ships launched without restraint toward Rongcheng, paths of destructive light piercing the clouds, slaying toward the many immortal sect cultivators of Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace in the direction of Rongcheng.

"Seniors."

"Transfer the authority to command the troops and the authority to set up formations to me!"

Jiang Ding saw the order being issued, and only then did he take over command. His tone no longer carried the human warmth from just moments ago, nor any panic. He spoke gently: "Senior Yuan, Senior Shi Ri, instructors, Zhang Laoshi, the central formation spirit's computer database contains the methods you all carefully developed in the past—from the Refining Void cultivation techniques to the Supreme cultivation techniques, they should all be there. Although we cannot break through in just a few dozen minutes, we can still refer to various techniques."

"Do you see? Is there anything you don't understand?"

His voice was calm and unhurried, even like a teacher patiently instructing, as if this were not a life-or-death battle for immortality, but merely the most ordinary classroom.

"Yes, there are so many things I don't understand!"

Yuan, Shi Ri Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Zhenjun, and the others gradually relaxed, for this truly conformed too well to the traditions of the immortal sect.

"Hmm,"

"Let's take it slow, reorganize the units, reform the battle formations—"

Jiang Ding issued the order once again, restructuring the command sequence of the immortal sect fleet.

Everything remained unchanged—the cultivators' cultivation levels, the strength of the war vessels and war machines—yet the person commanding this immortal sect fleet had changed. A fleet pressure so terrifying that even immortal sect cultivators felt it began to emerge, repeatedly striking the military formations of Brother Xuanwu Tian Palace, slaughtering toward the direction of Rongcheng.

Rongcheng.

Jiang Ding fled madly with his family, and just as he reached the edge of Rongcheng, he had no choice but to stop. He slowly looked up at the sky, where that cultivator who burned his lifespan essence and blood, breaking free from the Daoist army's extreme speed to arrive, was none other than a familiar face.

A teacher of Brother Xuanwu Daozi, a Nascent Soul cultivator, Yun Shang Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Zhenjun.

"The Heaven's Mandate Son of the Extreme Yin Demon Gate—"

This Nascent Soul cultivator gazed bloodthirstily at several ordinary people.

"Fellow Daoist Yun Shang,"

"In the future, Brother Xuanwu Tian Palace will return to its homeland in the Fallen Realm under this lord's command, and surpass the Supreme Ancestors to become a power renowned throughout the entire universe—"

Jiang Ding probed.

The rescue of the entire immortal sect has already begun, but it requires time!

It might take ten or twenty minutes—these moments are insignificant in the context of realm wars, a snap of the fingers—but right now, we lack exactly these ten or twenty minutes!

Now, he must face a Nascent Soul cultivator with the body of a six-month-old embryo!

This immediately plunged him into a deadlock, leaving no choice but to try one or two things.

However, it was useless.

Jiang Ding's probing was utterly useless!

This Yun Shang Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Dinghai Zhenjun paid no attention to anything at all, as if he and Jiang Ding shared the hatred of killing sons and seizing wives, the enmity of exterminating entire clans, the hatred of blocking enemies—in an instant, he burned everything, unleashing a terrifying pressure that made even peak Nascent Soul cultivators tremble with fear, wielding a jade ruyi radiating precious light

toward Jiang Ding and his few ordinary family members!

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