Breaking through the illusion of the mortal world

Chapter 171 Primordial Heavenly Spirit Stele

In the central sky, the winds and clouds swirled, and the heavens crumbled.

The clear sky was obscured by various warships and magical artifacts, and spiritual energy surged like a tide across the vast expanse of sky.

A terrifying pressure that could suppress heaven and earth and crush mountains and rivers poured down from the sky.

The mountains beneath the sky trembled slightly, the spiritual veins quivered, and the plants bowed their heads.

The Heavenly Spirit Holy Land has launched a full-scale attack!

Furthermore, a steady stream of other forces continued to flock to the Holy Land of Fuyao.

Above the sky, the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Stele stretches for thousands of miles, suspended atop the clouds. This is a sacred artifact of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land and its greatest treasure.

The monument is made of an unknown divine material, with thousands of flowing lines on its surface, as if it contains the great power of creation.

The monument radiates a dazzling glow, appearing even more radiant than the sun from afar, enveloping the entire sky in an awe-inspiring pressure.

Luo Tianming stood with his hands behind his back atop the Heavenly Spirit Stele, his holy robes fluttering in the wind, and a faint aura of fortune emanating from his body.

His gaze was like lightning, fixed on the nearly completed inter-state teleportation array deep within the Fuyou Holy Land.

On the sacred monument, thousands of elite disciples from the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land stood in formation, exuding a chilling aura.

The collective spiritual power of everyone converged into a vast ocean, pouring into the Primordial Monument, making the oppressive aura of this sacred artifact even more terrifying.

Beneath the monument, the fleet surged like a torrent of iron and blood, with dozens of warships, each a thousand feet long, arranged in battle formation. The giant cannons at the bows glowed with spiritual light, and the battle patterns on the hulls shone brilliantly, forming a continuous expanse.

Hundreds of small and medium-sized spirit boats, like stars surrounding the moon, carried cultivators from all walks of life, their spiritual light surging.

A hundred-foot-long, five-clawed golden dragon coiled before the formation, its golden scales gleaming in the sun, its five claws tearing through the sky.

The giant dragon roared to the sky, shaking the earth beneath its feet. It was the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, a sacred beast of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land.

The divine power of sacred artifacts, the torrent of warships, and the might of sacred beasts—these three forces combined into a world-destroying torrent, sweeping towards the Fuyou Sacred Land!

Even though we are thousands of miles apart, we can feel this terrifying fluctuation.

At the summit of the main peak of the Fuyou Sacred Land.

Lu Ming stood beside Chu Tianyi, looking up at the suffocating pressure on the horizon, his heart filled with shock.

This was far more powerful than the attack on the Litian Palace by the Zhenwu Sect.

He could feel the power that could crush everything; it was the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land's desperate gamble, risking its entire sect and its future.

"Such a powerful pressure..." Lu Ming muttered to himself. His Xuan Yuan True Qi circulated spontaneously throughout his body, and he fully unleashed the Five Qi Converging to the Origin realm, yet he was still slightly suppressed and his blood and qi were stagnant.

Surrounded by fellow disciples from the Daoist academy and the disciples of Fuyao, the battle formation was complete.

Golden light flashed in Lu Ming's eyes; it was the Heavenly Eye Golden Pupil Divine Power from the Xuanwu True Art.

Lu Ming's divine sense was far from sufficient to cover the battle formation of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land, so he could only use his Heavenly Eye Divine Power to investigate.

Lu Ming's pupils contracted slightly as he looked at the right side of the battle formation.

On the right side outside the battle formation, several figures stood quietly; they were the group from the Palace of Parting Sorrows.

Ning Hanchuan stood with his hands behind his back, while Ning Qingxue, the woman who had confessed her feelings to him not long ago, stood to one side, her eyebrows and eyes proud, gazing at the Fuyao Holy Land in the distance.

Beside her stood a young man in fiery red robes with a captivatingly beautiful face, and a graceful female cultivator.

Just as Lu Ming looked at Ning Qingxue, Ning Qingxue also subconsciously looked back.

Their eyes met, and Lu Ming's heart tightened. The thing he least wanted to face had happened so quickly...

He knew that Ning Qingxue was in the Lihentian Palace, and her stance was already predetermined. Today's battle might see them fighting each other.

When Ning Qingxue looked in Lu Ming's direction, although she couldn't see him, she sensed something and her body stiffened slightly.

"Qingxue, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" The young master of the Heavenly Palace noticed Ning Qingxue's subtle change and asked with a smile.

"It's nothing, I just feel that the sacred artifacts of this Heavenly Spirit Holy Land are a bit domineering," Ning Qingxue replied in a low voice.

"Although this Primordial Heavenly Spirit Tablet is extraordinary, it is still somewhat inferior to the Heavenly Palace's sacred artifact, the Immortal Absolute." The young palace master still spoke in that disdainful tone.

Before long, the distance of a mere hundred miles had been closed, and the battle formations of the Heavenly Spirit Holy Land and the other forces that had rushed over were approaching the Soaring Holy Land.

Lu Ming stared at Ning Qingxue's figure with a complicated expression. The situation he least wanted to face was finally coming to pass.

He suddenly remembered what Ning Qingxue had told him at the Cliff of Heaven: she had no right to choose, only the fate of being chosen.

Lu Ming is now truly experiencing this, a deep sense of powerlessness weighing him down, making it hard for him to breathe.

But no matter who the opponent is, no matter how dangerous the situation is, he must guard the teleportation array. But he can't possibly hurt her, or even let others hurt her.

Ning Qingxue was also gazing intently at Lu Ming, her expression complex and unreadable. Although Lu Ming was powerful, his cultivation level was still too low.

Lu Mingdao's cultivation level is only at the Golden Core stage, and his martial arts cultivation level is only at the second step of Five Qi Gathering at the Origin. If he can achieve perfection in the second step and reach the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top stage, Lu Mingdao will have a chance to protect himself on this battlefield.

Putting aside whether high-level cultivators would target him, the residual power of this sacred artifact alone is something he cannot withstand with his current cultivation level.

Ning Hanchuan followed Ning Qingxue's gaze and saw Lu Ming. A cruel smile curled at the corner of his lips: "You, Lu Ming, today I'll see how you escape. I'll kill you to prevent future troubles!"

Following Ning Hanchuan's gaze, the young master of the Heavenly Palace glanced at him again and said with a mocking tone:

"You call yourself the young master of the Heavenly Palace, yet you only focus on someone with such low cultivation. Were you terrified after being beaten by Li Jingyun in the Divine Continent?"

Upon hearing this, Ning Hanchuan's face turned a deep purplish-red, but he ultimately dared not refute it, nor did he know how to explain it.

Just then, deep within the sacred land of Fuyou, a resounding heavenly sound echoed throughout the heavens and earth.

"Luo Tianming, your Heavenly Spirit Holy Land resides peacefully in the Central Region of the Central Plains. We have always kept to ourselves, yet today you have come to invade us in full force. Do you think that Fuyao has no one to rely on?"

As the words fell, a figure in green robes slowly rose to the top of the clouds and hovered beside the Azure Mirror. It was none other than the Holy Lord of the Fuyou Holy Land.

He was dressed in a plain blue holy robe, with a refined and scholarly face, yet he exuded an imposing aura without anger. His body was surrounded by Daoist charm, blending seamlessly with the spiritual veins of the entire Fuyou Mountain Range.

Above the heavens, Luo Tianming sneered, his voice echoing throughout the eight wastelands via the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Tablet:

"Ling Yun, stop pretending to be confused! You, Fuyao, have secretly colluded with the Dao Academy and colluded with the Qingzhou Dayan Immortal Dynasty to build an inter-state teleportation array, luring foreign enemies into Zhongzhou, intending to turn all the beings of Zhongzhou into vassals of Qingzhou!"

"My Heavenly Spirit Dynasty was established to protect the Daoist traditions of Central Plains. I have come today solely to destroy that teleportation array that is wreaking havoc on Central Plains. If you hand over the remnants of the Daoist academy and dismantle the teleportation array, I will immediately retreat!"

The Holy Lord of Fuyao, Ling Yun, laughed heartily, his tone resolute:

"What a high-sounding excuse! You, Luo Tianming, relying on your control of the Central Continent Cauldron, forcibly established the Heavenly Spirit Immortal Dynasty, coerced various forces into submission, annexed the mortal realm, and seized the fortune. Your ambition is blatantly obvious. You are merely using the name of protecting the Central Continent to carry out your dominance!"

"I, Fuyao, have long maintained good relations with the Dao Academy. The teleportation array is my own business. What I do on my own territory is none of your business. Do you really think I, Fuyao, am someone to be trifled with?"

Luo Tianming's face darkened, and he had lost all patience.

"Stubborn fool! Since you insist on being a lackey of the Great Yan, then today, I will level you along with Fuyao!"

The Holy Lord of Fuyao, Ling Yun, said no more, raised his hand, and a sharp shout resounded throughout the entire arena:

"Arrogance! Azure Mirror!"

Before the words were even finished, a beam of azure light, ten thousand feet long, shot straight into the sky from the depths of the main peak of Fuyao!

The Azure Mirror, the sacred artifact of the Fuyou Sect, floated up, its body as clear and flawless as the vast blue sky, with a Kunpeng chasing the sun totem carved along its edge.

Divine light erupted from the peaks of each of the main peaks of the Fuyou Holy Land, and dozens of huge beams of light shot straight toward the Qingming Mirror.

Under the massive infusion of spiritual power from the mountain-protecting array, the Azure Mirror burst forth with dazzling azure light.

The blue rays of light crisscrossed, like a net woven in the blue sky, spreading from the main peak to the entire Fuyou Mountain Range.

Each ray of light contained the supreme power of the Azure Mirror, firmly protecting the entire Fuyou Sacred Land.

The Azure Mirror, suspended at the core of the light net, shone with azure light and withstood the overwhelming pressure of the Primordial Heavenly Spirit Tablet! It also accelerated the circulation of spiritual energy among the disciples of the Fuyou Holy Land.

Screech!

A cry that pierced the heavens and earth startled everyone!

The guardian beast Kunpeng soared into the sky from the sea of ​​clouds, its wingspan reaching hundreds of miles. With a single flap of its wings, the heavenly winds surged, tearing a gap in the pressure of the heavenly spirits. The ancient sacred beast's pressure directly rivaled that of the five-clawed golden dragon.

Sacred artifacts clashed, sacred beasts roared, and the two holy lords of the two spiritual lands glared at each other from afar!

Dark yellow and azure light tore through the sky, and the entire earth trembled slightly.

Luo Tianming's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He raised his hand and pointed at the Fuyao Mountains, his voice booming like thunder:

"All parties, heed my command!"

"All-out attack! Charge!"

An apocalyptic offensive erupted instantly!