Chapter 779: The Badaxian Sect Alliance Breaches the Realm and Lands

Spirit Fire Realm.

The realm wall was torn open in four gaping holes beneath the terrifying spells of the Refinement Void Dao Soldiers, and countless cultivators sat cross-legged atop pavilions, palaces, and giant trees, descending into the realm domain against the biting gale winds.

The realm-thunder layer and the gale-wind layer swept past one after another; after several hours, they emerged at the boundary between the gale-wind layer and the cloud layer.

The boundary between the cloud layer and the gale-wind layer of the Spirit Fire Realm was strikingly clear — within the cloud layer the color was pale red, the temperature lower, the flames fewer; within the gale-wind layer, fire-tainted gale winds blew without cease, and even Nascent Soul cultivators would not dare linger long.

These fire-tainted gale winds failed to cause the slightest disturbance to the cultivators' battle formations; let the winds howl as they would, the formations did not stir, solid as a mountain.

Clearly, these cultivators were the great armies that the Badaxian Sect — especially the seven sects beyond Brother Brother Xuanwu's palace — had been nursing and sharpening for a long time: morale high, individual strength formidable, battle-formation skill outstanding.

"The gale-wind layer and the cloud layer…"

Ten Thousand Beasts Dao Son Liu Liu Kuangzi stared at the shadows of the steel fleets within the clouds; around him, phantom beasts snarled and roared low, his fighting spirit slowly rising.

Around him, the other six Dao Sons — Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son Ji Liuyue, Brother Xuanwu Dao Son Tian Tian Xuanzi, Shadow Demon Abyss Dao Son San Yi, Shangqing Lingbao Dao Son, Danding Dao Son… — had all arrived, and they did not scatter.

Perhaps before this there had still been contempt, the belief that the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect could not possibly have produced a true Great Sun Sword Son, for its foundations were insufficient.

But now, with Chongyuanzi paying the price for that contempt with his own life, no one entertained such a mistaken notion any longer.

This was utterly inconceivable, hard to comprehend.

One had to understand that slaying a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Son in open battle on the field was something even they could not do; the gap in strength between Dao Sons was not large, and even the stronger could at most gravely wound an opponent and force them into a disheveled flight.

How could a mere Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, which prized battle-formation strength above all, produce such an anomaly?

But no matter what, the fact lay before their eyes, and none would ignore it.

"The Great Sun Sword Son must die."

"The inheritance of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion must be utterly exterminated."

Tian Tian Xuanzi looked at the Dao Sons around him and said in a harsh voice, "This inheritance is too great a threat to us — even greater than that of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect.

If it is not destroyed, we cannot rest easy.

His very existence means that, at any moment, someone lurks in hungry ambush along our path to longevity — and entirely at random, with no grudge, no reason, suddenly appearing before us."

"So long as the Great Sun inheritance remains in this world for a single day, the Dao of the Immortals cannot endure, cannot know peace."

He spoke word by word, his purpose clear: to rouse in the surrounding Dao Sons a shared hatred and united fury.

"It is so."

"If it is not destroyed, how can we be at ease?"

The surrounding Dao Sons sighed.

Some of the Great Sun inheritance fragments within their own sects they had also seen; the mere sight made their scalps prickle, and an instinctive killing intent churned beyond their control.

This was not a matter of the Great Sun Flying Sword Master's will or morality.

If the Great Sun Flying Sword Master could not slay strong foes — especially Dao Sons — then, as time went on, he would sink into madness.

In the end, the collapse of both soul and body was entirely possible.

No one could keep their reason when that frenzied killing intent kept mounting, never once receding.

"Wuxingtian Sect… Antu Zi!"

Tian Tian Xuanzi gave a cold snort.

Clearly, he was consumed by furious hatred over Antu Zi's departure, murder rising in his heart; he was even deeply dissatisfied with the Wuxingtian Sect for its lack of resolve, for its barely concealed intention to sit out the war and reap the fisherman's profit.

"Dao Friend An is right."

"Besides, he has already left the Wuxingtian Sect's cultivator army here."

Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son Ji Liuyue offered counsel: "Teacher Gu Lin possesses a terrifying command of battle formations; if her Green God Group Army arrives, it will strengthen every aerial fleet in this Minor Thousand Worlds to some degree — exchanged on such terms, it is the same as lightening our own pressure."

"It is so…"

Tian Tian Xuanzi conceded with difficulty and said no more.

He very much wanted to ask one question: where was Yu Yu Qianzi?

That, too, was Dao Son-level combat power — Chongyuanzi had informed the sect of it before his death.

Why would the Hebuken Sect not dispatch him?

Did the Qingmuxian Sect have no sense of the greater situation across the realm domains?

But in the end, he still did not dare speak the words aloud.

The Qingmuxian Sect had already dispatched one Dao Son, contributing as much as Brother Brother Xuanwu's palace, no less than any other sect; on the grounds of righteousness there was nothing to reproach them for, unless the Qitaxian Sect sent even greater force.

Moreover, Brother Brother Xuanwu's palace was no longer what it once was; to willfully provoke multiple immortal sects would be to court destruction — the sect would never let him run amok.

The cloud layer drew ever nearer.

The layered shadows of the steel fleets within the clouds grew ever clearer; the killing intent between the two sides was icy cold, and even the searing heat of the Spirit Fire Realm could not soften it by a hairsbreadth.

They faced off for a moment.

"Leave this place; do not fight on a battlefield the enemy has spent long preparing."

Tian Tian Xuanzi commanded.

The core disciples of the seven-sect battle-formation cultivators glanced at their own sect's Dao Son; seeing no objection, they carried it out at once.

The Wuxingtian Sect's cultivator army, for its part, implicitly took the Taiyi Qingmu Dao Son as its superior and followed the Qingmuxian Sect disciples in their movements.

In actual fact, although Brother Brother Xuanwu's palace had recently suffered a great defeat, it remained the immortal sect most versed in realm-domain warfare, and for these past several thousand years its war with the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect had never ceased — it knew the foe best.

Towering giant trees, corpse-refined giants, palaces and pavilions — these enormous battle-formation dharma treasures carried the Badaxian Sect's cultivators as they flew through the gale-wind layer, seeking another breach-point to land.

The transitions between battle formations were seamless, without the slightest hitch — the hallmark of a long-trained army of regular cultivators.

"The Dao Sons are being very cautious…"

Teacher Ouyang Hui conferred in a low voice with another aerial-fleet vice-commander: "Not like our Dao Son at all — he sees the enemy and charges straight in, one sword cleaves them down; I've never once seen him maneuver around."

"All that preparation of the arrays was for nothing."

Jiang Ding was not here.

He had keenly sensed many dangers, unlike the wars of the past; and so by instinct he concealed his form, in a place none of them knew of.

"Not really... he also judges people."

"Just like this time, he didn't appear openly."

The Vice Commander of the Empty Sky, a man with a gentle appearance who once taught at Qingfeng Qingfeng Beidou University and was a prodigy of the Immortal Sects, smiled and said, "Their constant maneuvering within the Gales of the Upper Atmosphere is not good; not only is their speed slow, but the magic power of the cultivators in their military formation is constantly draining. The longer the delay, the more it favors us."

The Great Army of the Eight Great Immortal Sects within the borders maneuvered constantly in the Gales of the Upper Atmosphere, while the fleet of the Immortal Sects hovered in the cloud layers; separated by hundreds of kilometers, both sides faced off with immense patience.

It could be seen that the Empty Sky fleet of the Immortal Sects flew within the cloud layers, with their spiritual power suffering almost no loss.

The Great Army of the Eight Great Immortal Sects within the borders, however, had to endure the constant assault of the Fiery Evil Gales, their magic power being worn away bit by bit.

Though slow, it was irreversible.

Finally, after the Great Army of the Eight Great Immortal Sects within the borders had flown for a long time in the Gales of the Upper Atmosphere, far from the cloud layer space where the Immortal Sects had previously set up arrays, they arrived at a relatively weak junction between the Gales of the Upper Atmosphere and the cloud layers.

Breaking through the boundary and landing here would minimize chaos within the military formation.

"How is this place?"

Tian Tian Xuanzi asked.

"Break the boundary, attack!"

"Attack!"

"..."

The seven Dao Sons issued the order simultaneously.

Amidst their cold commands, countless cultivators, riding military formation heavy weapons such as refined corpse giants, giant trees, and palaces, shouted as they broke through the junction of the Gales of the Upper Atmosphere and the cloud layers, charging into the cloud layers to officially land in the Spirit Fire Realm.

(End of this chapter)