Chapter 211: I

As soon as he finished speaking, more figures stepped forward.

Cao Zhangqing, the invincible master of the sword, the Elder Who Eats Swords, Sui Xiegou, the Dragon Uncle Holy Monk of Liangchan Temple, and his disciple Li Dangxin.

Also present were Xuan Yuan Jingcheng, now Deputy Prime Minister of Da Chu; Wang Chonglou, abbot of Wudang; and Zhao Xuansu, the ancient patriarch of Long Hushan, long since reduced to a puppet... These mighty mortals, once vividly portrayed in the original work, now appeared one by one, revealing cultivation levels equal to that of Land Immortals.

In sixteen years, with the active cooperation of the Da Chu Empire, the mortal realm's fortune had coalesced intensely; if fully expended without restraint, it could forge over a hundred Land Immortals.

But since the number of mortal Earth Immortals was limited, Wu Xian selected the top dozen or so individuals with the highest potential from the original story, shared the fortune among them, granting them sufficient foundation to continuously break through—thus ensuring each reached at least the Heavenly Person realm.

Those like Wang Xianzhi, Deng Taia, and Cao Zhangqing—who once ranked as the top three in their original timeline—leapt directly into the Great Longevity realm, matching the First-Generation Confucian Sage.

Before it ended, a clear, ringing sword note rang out; from Mount Qingliang, a peerlessly elegant figure soared into the sky—it was none other than the former Empress of Western Chu, Jun Pianqian.

She stood upon Lu Zu's sword, one hand holding a silver circular mirror, the other a rolled-up painting yet to be unfurled.

The Moon Well Heavenly Mirror and the Land Ascending Immortal Map.

They were once the two supreme treasures of the Southern Sea Guanyin Sect.

The Moon Well Heavenly Mirror's function was to suppress malevolent entities and impurities: it shattered the bodies of those too powerful or unfit to exist in the mortal realm, seized their souls, and imprisoned them endlessly within the mirror.

The Land Ascending Immortal Map, likewise a weapon of offense, could subdue demons, exorcise evil, summon immortals and deities; moreover, every Land Immortal who had ever appeared in the mortal realm had been recorded in its pages, allowing its user to summon their true spirit—equal in power to the original.

"Trouble!"

Seeing these two treasures appear, some immortals who knew their abilities instantly paled and launched attacks, aiming to seize them from Jun Pianqian.

"Get lost!!"

Wang Xianzhi, Deng Taia, and Cao Zhangqing stood before her, each deploying their arts to block the immortal attacks.

Immediately, fist auras, swordlight, and righteous qi surged forth in the formation of Heaven, Earth, and Man, their terrifying energy tides drowning several Land Heavenly Persons, crushing them to dust, their souls vanishing instantly.

Meanwhile, Jun Pianqian had already activated the Moon Well Heavenly Mirror and the Land Ascending Immortal Map.

Instantly, hundreds of phantom figures appeared in midair—some in tall hats and wide sleeves, robes fluttering; others in black robes, demonic flames surging; still others in plain garb, faces etched with sorrow.

Yet without exception, each radiated overwhelming power; the weakest stood at the peak of Land Immortal realm.

They had not been this strong originally—but these two artifacts had been in Wu Xian's hands for sixteen years; how could he not have altered them?

He used the Spirit Binding and General Summoning technique, the Dual-Complete Hand to mend spiritual mechanisms, then flooded them with vast fortune, bypassing mortal realm laws to produce a legion of Land Immortal-level combatants.

Thus, even without counting Wu Xian as a glitch, the mortal realm now possessed sufficient strength to stand against the heavenly immortals.

"Use all your strength. Keep them here."

Jun Pianqian spoke calmly; beneath her feet, Lu Zu's sword hummed softly, obediently flying into her hand—now itself a formidable Land Sword Immortal.

"Finally, a proper fight."

Wang Xianzhi laughed loudly, then glanced toward the distant void passage, his expression tinged with regret—as if he too longed to cross over and slaughter freely in the immortal realm.

"Let that man handle the heavens. Our task is to protect the mortal realm until he returns."

Zhang Fuyao spoke thus, then stepped forward, launching the first strike—targeting three Great Longevity immortals, trapping them in a confined space with the Law of Heaven's Mandate, forcing them into close combat.

This act served as a signal; the war between heaven and mortal realm had begun.

…

Two flowers bloom, each on its own branch.

Wu Xian, transformed into a golden rainbow, passed through the kaleidoscopic space passage, dazzling and colorful.

As the bizarre, warping void before him vanished, he sensed an overwhelming surge of heavenly qi rushing toward him—qi imbued with a strange energy.

Wu Xian attempted to draw it into his body, and immediately felt the true meaning of eternal imperishability.

This sensation reminded Wu Xian of the immortal realm described in the novel *Zhe Tian*—where everywhere flowed a special energy called Longevity Substance.

Simply living there long enough, even an ordinary person ignorant of cultivation could easily live two or three hundred years; a Saint at the Immortal Four realm could survive over a hundred thousand years, far outliving a flawless Emperor.

Wu Xian surmised this was why the immortal realm of *Snow* could nurture countless powerful immortals: given enough time and sufficient resources, even a pig could eventually become the Heavenly Marshal Tian Peng.

BOOM—

Suddenly, ahead, a large group of light and shadow figures surged forth—all powerful heavenly immortals, comparable to the last batch who entered the mortal realm. One spotted Wu Xian and immediately pointed at him, roaring:

"Audacious wretch! This is the Heavenly Palace! Do not dare act recklessly!"

"You idiot, don't you see what I'm wearing?"

Wu Xian pointed to his golden chainmail armor, woven from energy, and grinned: "Grandpa's here today to cause chaos in the Heavenly Palace! Where's your master? Come out and taste Old Wu's staff!"

With that, Wu Xian swung his golden staff with brutal force; the vicious aura exploded outward with every swirl of the staff, vaporizing surrounding immortals and shaking the towering Heavenly Palace with thunderous roars.

Seeing Wu Xian's rampage, more heavenly immortals gathered—forming mysterious, unfathomable arrays, or unleashing dazzling divine arts and secret techniques, launching saturation attacks upon him.

Yet Wu Xian now, merely by physical constitution, was indestructible; unless the destructive power reached a certain threshold, even a Great Longevity immortal's full strike meant nothing to him—he treated devastating assaults as mere rain showers.

In contrast, Wu Xian at this moment had truly become the Great Sage Equaling Heaven; wherever his staff passed, all things perished.

Whether immortals or palaces, all shattered beneath his furious might.

Even the empty space for hundreds of miles trembled uncontrollably; the entire immortal realm resembled a tiny boat on a stormy sea, on the verge of capsizing.

"Enough!!"

From deep within the Heavenly Palace, a furious roar rang out; five beams of light erupted, their terrifying aura rushing forth, instantly dissipating the vast, overwhelming staff momentum.

"The Five Directional Emperors—so we finally meet."

Wu Xian retracted his golden staff behind him, his eyes glowing with golden flame, fixed on the five figures before him, their aura heavy and still.

Each wore an emperor's dragon robe in one of five colors: red, green, yellow, white, black—symbolizing the Five Directions and Five Elements, and their respective domains.

Wu Xian studied them closely and realized that, except for the Southern Red Emperor, the faces of the other four were familiar to him.

Finally, he gazed at the central yellow-robed figure, smiled, raised his golden staff, and said:

"You're the Yellow Emperor, right? Thank you for your selfless donation—I'm using this weapon very well. Soon, you'll feel just how powerful it truly is."

Hearing this, the man called Yellow Emperor, whose face bore a resemblance to Lu Dongxuan, grew cold and grim.

He clearly recognized that the golden staff in Wu Xian's hand had been forged from his own primordial sword.

Sixteen years ago, the Yellow Emperor had received a plea from Lu Dongxuan, intending to send the sword to the mortal realm to aid his reincarnation.

But in the end, the reincarnation still died—completely, leaving not a trace—and the seven centuries of devotion to Dao for love were rendered meaningless.

Worse still, the primordial sword had severed its bond with him, rendering recall impossible; his combat power had plummeted, truly losing both wife and weapon.

At that moment, the Black Dragon Robe–wearing Zhenwu Emperor suddenly unleashed a powerful aura, locking onto Wu Xian, and asked coldly:

"Where is Xu Feng?"

(End of Chapter)