[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-watching-the-immortals-fall":3,"chapter-watching-the-immortals-fall-watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-426":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Watching the Immortals Fall",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2260299,4410,"Chapter 426: Drag the Sides, Crush the Center","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-426",426,"\u003Cp>In the southeastern hills of Yongzhou, Yefeng City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like the central battlefield, countless descendants surged across the sky here, crashing forward like a tidal wave, meeting the human cultivators defending the formation within Yushan City.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, sharp blade-light danced like silver snakes, and colorful spells exploded across the black night sky like a blazing galaxy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid deafening roars, descendants were cut down and incinerated, yet human cultivators were likewise torn apart and shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In merely half an hour, blood had stained the hillsides; broken artifacts and shattered descendant remains mingled together, the thick stench of blood permeating every inch of air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this time, Prince Mo Yuan, using the night as cover, stood alone high in the heavens, gripping the darkness and striking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a star from beyond the heavens, it began as fine as a hair, yet the instant it left his fingertips, it erupted with the terrifying might of a meteor crashing to earth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air seemed crushed by an invisible force, first freezing utterly, then the circumferential qi surged outward like solid walls, unleashing winds across ten thousand li, accompanied by a deafening tremor that shook the entire province.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as that beam of starlight, carrying annihilation, was about to shatter the entire mountain range, slice through the defenses of tens of thousands of human cultivators, and crush all before it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly! Immortal light erupted!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind Yefeng City, an unremarkable low mountain exploded violently; amid flying dust and stones, a white jade stele, glowing with luminous sheen and no taller than three feet, slammed forward!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the stele appeared ancient and plain, the archaic Dao inscriptions upon it radiated overwhelming heavenly authority, wielding the colossal momentum to stabilize heaven and earth and suppress all arts, crushing the starbeam utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Summon Master Huo!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wum!!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At Chen Luo’s roar, Mo Yuan’s eyes trembled instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next instant, the Five-Color Cliff in the south of Yefeng City unleashed heavenly might; a colossal heavenly bell descended, pressing down upon the thick night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On its body, phantom images of sun, moon, stars, mountains, rivers, plants, birds, beasts, insects, and fish slowly rotated; each turn resonated with the laws of the cosmos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where it swept past, the dense night churned and splashed violently, like cold oil dropped into a searing pan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when this heavenly bell, with the force to shatter the heavens, came crashing down, it struck only a phantom that did not exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Mirror Flower, Water Moon】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the whisper faded, another starkill shot forth from the west; though this beam of lethal starlight was again crushed by the Chen Clan’s Dao stele, Mo Yuan lifted a cold smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since the first clash, he had known one thing: none of the two remaining Linxian cultivators among the humans dared to appear in person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because their physical bodies had all rotted away; under such conditions, they could defend, but could not threaten him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, on the Sunset Mountains of Yuzhou, descendant armies relentlessly surged across mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wendaos Sect disciples also roared through the sky, fighting alongside them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Mo Yuan, the King Chen of Esha constantly struck from the shadows, only to be shattered by the Wendaos Sect’s immortal cauldron and vanish again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he remained calm and unhurried—striking swiftly, then vanishing, crossing high peaks and rugged ridges, seeking another chance to strike, seemingly in no rush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cowardly rats! You claim to seek the artifacts, yet dare not even show yourselves before our immortal cauldron!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the storm-lashed rooftops of Luorì City, Shang Xiyao stood with arms folded, his eyes narrowing as he spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Holy Son speaks truly—these descendants are nothing special!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several Wendaos disciples behind him immediately echoed: “This battle won’t last long—they’ll retreat again, just like last time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Shang Xingkong, the vice-patriarch leading the clan’s resistance against the descendant army, could not help but stroke his beard lightly: “It’s not that simple. Their strategy this time seems different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xiyao frowned slightly: “Different?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Judging by their combat intent, their desire to seize artifacts is weak. Perhaps this time, their sole goal is Lingzhou.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Heavenly Book and the Spirit Mirror?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, another colossal, world-destroying hand slammed down from the dark night, yet was instantly shattered without resistance by the immortal cauldron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>King Chen of Esha swiftly vanished into the night, then reappeared on the opposite side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Shang Xingkong was right—they had changed their plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time, they deployed two Linxian cultivators to seize the Chen Clan’s Dao stele and the Heavenly Book Academy’s Heavenly Book, only to be repelled by the united humans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, they divided the battlefield into three parts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mo Yuan and Esha’s task was to take as hostages the kin and disciples of the Chen Clan, Wendaos Sect, and Shanhai Pavilion, forcing the artifact-bearers to remain here, so that the Second Prince and the Shadow Erosion King could seize the Spirit Mirror and the Heavenly Book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the Linxian cultivators of Shanhai Pavilion and Wendaos Sect were hard to handle, but the artifact-bearers in the central battlefield were merely at the peak of the Upper Five Realms and one Shenyou.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Upper Five Realms cultivator might still resist, but the Shenyou, after all, was just one step short—in their eyes, he would surely be the weak point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet plans, sometimes, do not unfold as intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For as the war intensified, the heavenly sword Dao from the central battlefield began flashing repeatedly; seeing this, Mo Yuan and Esha on both flanks tightened their brows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Using the Spirit Mirror to channel the Spirit Sword—truly remarkable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid the knife-like howling wind, the Wendaos Sect’s vice-patriarch gazed northward, stroking his long beard: “Had it not been for the human calamity, this generation’s Spirit Sword Mountain, with Yan Shuyi, might have flourished for a thousand years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Shang Xiyao’s gaze grew colder still: “She was indeed a brilliant woman, but her taste was abysmal—she chose a short-lived fool.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s all past. For cultivators like us, a few years mean nothing—why cling to memories so tightly?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xiyao froze slightly, then turned to look at his uncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xingkong met his gaze: “No matter how great the dead may have been, they are still dead—that is the beauty of it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xiyao’s face darkened: “But she bore that rustic cultivator a child.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what? Even noble families marry for profit—how much more so for immortal sects?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xingkong turned to his nephew: “The humans have united, yes, but internal closeness is what matters. Have you considered—if the descendants shifted their target and poured all their strength toward our Yuzhou, would others truly come to our aid? And what would Wendaos Sect do then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xiyao’s eyes locked still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Yan Shuyi publicly revealed her relationship with Ji You, this Wendaos Sect’s direct disciple had constantly slandered Spirit Sword Mountain—but this bitterness stemmed mostly from jealousy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, he himself knew he still harbored longing for that celestial woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when his uncle spoke thus, Shang Xiyao felt little resistance within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what should I do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Shuyi and You Yingqiu can hold off two of the descendants’ Linxian, but the main force of the descendant army is two-thirds concentrated on them—others in the city may not fare well.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xiyao lifted his eyes: “You mean we should go to reinforce them?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xingkong, arms folded, gazed at the night sky: “Hardship reveals true hearts. The Heavenly Book Academy has suffered generational decline; since the old headmaster’s death, its strength has plummeted to its lowest—this is easy arithmetic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yan Shuyi is proud—she won’t accept my overtures.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course she won’t. This Mirror Master has had an unshakable Dao heart since childhood—otherwise, her sword Dao would not be so exceptional. But don’t forget, her father Yan Jingxiang has always been a clever man, and the current master of Spirit Sword Mountain is still Yan Zhong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Shang Xingkong spoke, his gaze returned to the majestic sword Dao in the north.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the Five Immortal Sects, Shanhai Pavilion clings to the Chen Clan; Spirit Sword Mountain stands with the current Heavenly Book Academy; Wendaos Sect’s potential risk is extremely high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with the descendants’ strategy of dragging the flanks to crush the center, one by one, he felt deep unease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If one day human defenses fail and someone must bear total ruin, they naturally hope it is not their own sect—that is the way of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath rolling darkness, endless schemes scattered in the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon after, a thunderous rising sound erupted from the Sunset Mountains; countless Wendaos disciples soared into the sky, rushing eastward toward Peach Valley Plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the battle on Peach Valley Plain was fiercest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected, though the magnificent Spirit Mirror and the radiant Heavenly Book resisted the night, the overwhelming descendant main force pressed down relentlessly, leaving the humans below struggling desperately against wave after wave of assaults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here, the peerless swordmaster Qi Zhengyang was trapped under siege by two descendant generals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other four abbots of the Heavenly Book Academy, along with the Spirit Sword Mountain peak masters and elders, were all blocked by descendant generals, unable to break free and lead troops to fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, as dazzling light surged from the southwest, countless Wendaos disciples descended from the sky, joining the battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the walls of Peach Valley City, a replica heavenly bell crashed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shang Xiyao arrived riding immortal light, smashing into the front lines; his divine aura instantly filled the eyes of countless warriors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the autumn of Taiwu Seventh Year, after one man’s death, many things changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Wendaos Sect’s direct disciple’s inner demon gradually faded; aided by secret sect techniques and spirit medicines, he reached Wujiang, and since the replica heavenly bell was recovered from the Heavenly Dao Altar and returned to his hands, he wielded it with greater ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amid a thunderous hum, the replica artifact, nurtured by heavenly might for years, unleashed boundless power, tearing a gaping hole through the descendant vanguard.\u003C\u002Fp>",1673,"2026-06-19T15:28:41.911Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","d9c3c409f3c678e88b19fb38052d48724b6319246f675280b9740210629f9f1a","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-427","watching-the-immortals-fall-chapter-425",430,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fwatching-the-immortals-fall-cover.jpg"]