Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

As three different extreme forces clash...

The void was also torn open with a huge, pitch-black crack.

Then, the spatial turbulence overflowing from the spiderweb-like void rifts resembled a scene of world destruction;
The ice field is trembling violently!
Even on the edge of the battlefield, the solid permafrost rose and fell like ocean waves, cracking open into bottomless ravines!
And this terrifying confrontation unfolded at the same moment high in the sky—

The giant warship "Po Jun," which had been hovering and observing the battle, seemed to receive some kind of command. All the array patterns on its hull instantly lit up to their maximum brightness, emitting a deep rumble.

next moment.

Without hesitation, the warship transformed into a streak of meteoric light and sped away in the opposite direction from the battlefield!
So fast!

It even left a brief afterimage in the same spot.

Obviously!

The aftershocks of the battle between half-saints were beyond its capacity to withstand!
A decisive retreat is the only option.

However, the protective formation of the Northern Underworld Palace cannot be withdrawn!

Despite the array operating at full power, its brilliance reaching its peak, countless runes flowing and recombining like a waterfall...

But under the impact of the aftershocks of the battle, which swept in like an apocalyptic tsunami...
This ancient formation, passed down for millennia, also emitted a teeth-grinding "creaking" sound, and the light screen swayed violently, flickering unpredictably!
The numerous runes that appeared in the array's light screen shattered after flashing, only to be reborn with difficulty under the drive of the array's core.

The entire mountain gate was shaking, and ice shards were falling from the halls!
just like!

It presents a scene of shaky precariousness, as if it could collapse at any moment.

The Xuanbing Half-Venerable, fiercely battling Fu and Xuan, possessed incredibly sharp divine senses...

He immediately sensed the danger posed to his sect's protective formation.

A flash of icy blue light appeared in Xuanbing Half-Venerable's eyes as he forcefully withstood a golden light attack from Fu Half-Venerable's side, and used the force to twist his body sharply!
"Whoosh-!"

He transformed into an extreme white rainbow, no longer confined to a small-scale entanglement, but shooting towards the deeper, more desolate part of the ice field!

Obviously!

He needed to utilize the vast ice field environment to enhance himself, while also preventing the sect's grand formation from being completely destroyed in the battle.

"Want to leave? Stay!"

Fu Banzun gave a cold shout, and golden light surged forth, relentlessly pursuing him.

Xuanming Half-Venerable also transformed into a purple shadow, following him like a shadow.

One white, one gold, one purple...

Three astonishing rainbows pierced the heavens and earth, instantly tearing through the vast sky of the Northern Dark Ice Plains and pulling the main battlefield into the distant and unknown depths of the ice plains.

Where he stood, only emptiness remained, leaving behind a scene of devastation and ever-spreading spatial cracks.
And the incessant rumbling of battle cries, like the roar of heaven and earth.

Several breaths later, the three long streaks of light disappeared into the distance...
The oppressive aura that filled this world only slightly lessened the chill that froze one's soul.

The void where they first clashed was still shrouded in chaotic and violent energy turbulence and persistent ice crystal dust.

Even sunlight cannot penetrate.

It was like a solitary, desolate place filled with the aura of death.

……

In the distant sky, in the direction where those three long rainbows disappeared...

The roar of battle and the terrifying energy fluctuations still faintly lingered, shaking one's very soul.

At a temporarily safe distance, the "Po Jun" warship had stabilized its hull and was hovering in mid-air.

All defensive formations were activated, coalescing into a giant sphere of light.

Inside the warship, the atmosphere was extremely tense.

One by one, the Conquest Hall cultivators, clad in standard black armor and exuding a powerful aura, were all staring intently at the massive observation array in front of them.

The light and shadow on the magic circle shifted, attempting to capture images of a distant battlefield.
But all they could see was a vast expanse of white, cold mist and bursts of blinding light!

Is the specific battle situation difficult to ascertain?

Look!

That white rainbow… it seems the patriarch of the Northern Underworld Palace is being suppressed by the two palace masters!

A young cultivator couldn't help but gasp, pointing to the fleeting image on the magic circle.

"not necessarily!
A clash between two half-saints is a battle that can change in an instant.

What we are seeing may be residual images or the afterglow of supernatural power!
The recovery technique of that Xuanbing Half-Venerable is too astonishing!

A seasoned cultivator with a composed expression spoke in a deep voice, his brows furrowed.

"Moreover, his deliberate decision to lead the battlefield into the depths of the icy plains must have a deeper meaning."

That's his absolute home turf; he'll have the home advantage to its fullest.

"good.

This battlefield is filled with terrifying power, and our divine senses cannot even get close!

All we can do now is trust the two temple masters and be ready to provide support at any time.

Another monk chimed in.

They kept their arguments and worries to themselves, speaking in hushed tones and keeping their eyes glued to the observation array.

At times, a dazzling white light would be captured on the magic circle, colliding violently with golden and purple light, bursting out a sun-like ball of light and a deafening roar;

Sometimes, nothing can be seen at all, only a churning expanse of white, cold mist.

at the same time!

The atmosphere within the protective array of the Northern Underworld Palace was even more oppressive.

Although the light barrier of the sect-protecting formation has temporarily stabilized and stopped shaking violently, its light has dimmed considerably!
The repair process for the array patterns in many places has become slow.

The sect leader of the Northern Underworld Palace, all the elders, and all the disciples were gazing up at the distant, flickering light in the sky.
Listen to the rumbling echoes of the battle.

The sect leader of the Northern Underworld Palace, a handsome middle-aged man who also cultivated ice techniques but whose face was now covered in frost, stood with his hands behind his back, his knuckles white from the force he exerted.

Behind him, the elders looked ashen-faced, their eyes brimming with worry.

They understood the stakes of this battle better than anyone else:

If Ancestor Xuanbing, a half-saint, is completely defeated, the Northern Underworld Palace will lose its strongest fighting force and face the Cultivator Association, which arrives with the momentum of a great victory...

These high-ranking members of the sect are very likely to be implicated and purged for crimes such as "ineffective supervision" and "condoning their disciples' violations of the Spirit Vein Protection Law".

The sect's millennia-old foundation may be in danger of collapse.

but……

If the ancestor can win a battle, even if it's just to force a draw?

Or perhaps make them realize that suppressing the Northern Underworld Palace will come at an unbearable price...

So there might still be room for maneuver.

At that time, perhaps all that is needed is to hand over the elders of the lineage that violated the law and their direct disciples, and the main body of the sect can be preserved.

now!

The high-ranking officials of Beiming Palace were filled with mixed feelings, including regret, fear, anticipation, and a sense of relief.

same!

The starkly contrasting attitudes of the cultivators from the Northern Underworld Palace reveal quite a lot...
They held powerful figures in awe.

Previously, they were unaware that two half-saint level experts from the Cultivator Association had arrived, and they were indifferent and unconcerned.

However, with the appearance of the two semi-saints, their attitudes underwent a completely opposite change.

Time, too, stood still amidst this extreme oppression and waiting...

It was stretched on for an incredibly long time.

that's it!
The cultivators of the Cultivator Association and the cultivators of the Northern Underworld Palace quietly awaited the final result!

After a long time...
The cold winds in the north are growing increasingly biting!
Even the spiritual energy in the air seemed frozen, condensing into tiny ice crystals suspended in mid-air...

Deep in the Northern Regions!

A deafening explosion suddenly resounded across the vast, seemingly endless ice field, a field so vast that even birds could hardly cross it.

The sound was not a sharp, crisp ringing, but rather a heavy, muffled sound, like a giant hammer striking the barrier between heaven and earth, carrying a devastating force.

Beneath the void, the ice that had remained frozen for millennia trembled violently, cracking open with deep, spiderweb-like fissures that stretched for thousands of miles.

A dazzling light suddenly burst forth, a million times brighter than the blazing sun!
It instantly tore apart the gloom and bitter cold that had shrouded the northern region for years, turning the entire ice field and the whole world into a pure white sea of ​​light.

Even the distant icebergs and snow-capped mountains were gilded with a dazzling silvery-white light.

It seemed that everything in the world appeared small and dim under this light, as if it was about to be completely dissolved.

boom!
Boom! Boom!
The thunderous roars rose in waves, one after another.
The shockwave caused even the void to ripple with subtle waves!

The ice field trembled more violently, and countless huge ice blocks broke off, rolled down, and fell into the ice valley with a dull echo.

The roar echoed repeatedly between heaven and earth like ancient thunder.

Until the last vestiges of its warmth gradually dissipated in the cold wind...

The blinding light slowly faded, revealing a desolate void above the icy plains—

The stagnant spiritual energy was blasted apart, turning into a chaotic flow of spiritual energy that created a giant crater tens of thousands of feet deep on the icy plain.

The lingering heat of the pit still lingered at the bottom.
It formed an extreme contrast with the surrounding bitter cold.

Just as the light faded...

A beam of pure white light, condensed to its fullest extent, burst forth from the center of the dazzling radiance!

With speed as swift as a startled swan, it sliced ​​through the chaotic void and vanished instantly at the edge of the icy plain.

Only a faint trace of light remained, which was instantly wiped away by the cold wind.

Immediately afterwards!

A mighty sound echoed through the land that had just experienced an explosion.

Like the resounding of a great bell, carrying a hint of age yet full of vigor, it echoed repeatedly in the sky above the icy plains.

Even the protective array of the Northern Underworld Palace trembled slightly from the sound.

"You two fellow Daoists possess extraordinary abilities; I am truly impressed!"

Upon hearing this!
The once peaceful protective formation of the Northern Underworld Palace instantly fell into a deathly silence.

next second!
Then it was swept away by overwhelming chaos.

All the cultivators' faces turned ashen, extremely pale, their hands holding magical artifacts trembled slightly, and the spiritual energy around them became chaotic.

Even a few cultivators with lower cultivation levels had their eyes instantly filled with disbelief, their bodies swayed, and they couldn't help but exclaim in shock:
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

The ancestor is a powerful being at the half-saint level, who has dominated the Northern Region for hundreds of years. How could he possibly be defeated?

How could we lose to the Cultivator Association!

His words were like a boulder thrown into boiling water, completely igniting panic among all the cultivators.

The other cultivator was deathly pale, his lips trembling, his voice filled with helplessness:

"Our ancestor has been defeated... If our ancestor has been defeated, then all the cultivators of our Beiming Palace are left to be judged by the Cultivator Association."
We had absolutely no chance of resisting!

Some people, clinging to a sliver of hope, murmured weakly:

"The Cultivator Association... The Cultivator Association has always touted its impartiality, so it shouldn't implicate the innocent, right?"
We are just ordinary cultivators and have never been involved in the affairs of True Monarch Xuanshuang..."

The voice just fell.

He was interrupted by a cold, mocking voice. A middle-aged cultivator with a sinister face sneered twice, his tone filled with despair and resentment:

"Heh! Naive!"

If our ancestor can fight them to a draw, that would be fine. The Cultivator Association might still give us some face and spare our lives.

But now that our ancestor has clearly lost, we are at his mercy, like fish on a chopping board, and have long since lost control of our own destiny!

Damn it!
"That old bastard Xuan Shuang is a real scoundrel!"

Some people were trembling with anger, cursing through gritted teeth.
"It's all his fault for causing trouble outside, colluding with rebellious cultivators, and provoking the Cultivator Association. Now he's dragging our entire Northern Underworld Palace down with him."
I simply can't swallow this insult!

Complaints, curses, and desperate sighs mingled together.

Within the entire Northern Underworld Palace formation, panic and chaos reigned, as if the end of the world was imminent.

Those inner disciples and core disciples who were usually high and mighty...

At this moment, they had lost their former arrogance, and each of them hung their heads, their faces were pale, and their eyes were full of fear.

On the high platform at the very front of the great formation...

The sect leader and elders of the Northern Underworld Palace also looked extremely grim, their brows furrowed, and a sense of oppression emanated from them. No one spoke.

The silence in the air was almost suffocating.

They were all core members of the Northern Underworld Palace, and they understood better than anyone what the ancestor's defeat meant—

That was a threat of annihilation, a place of utter destruction.

for a long time.

One of the elders, with graying hair, broke the silence first. His voice was full of worry as he looked at the Palace Master of the Northern Underworld Palace and said in a trembling voice:
"Palace Master, now that our ancestor has been defeated and the Cultivator Association is about to break the formation, wouldn't we be in trouble...?"

Are we just going to let others slaughter us?

Followed by.

Another elder, dressed in a blue robe, sighed softly, his tone filled with helplessness and sorrow, and slowly said:
"really!
I knew then that the calamity facing our sect today was unavoidable.

The evil deeds sown by that scoundrel Xuan Shuang will ultimately be repaid by all of us.

Perhaps this is what they mean by fate being unavoidable...

The other elders nodded, their faces filled with despair. Some slowly closed their eyes, a bitter smile appearing on their faces.
Some people clenched their fists so tightly that their nails dug deep into their palms, drawing blood, but they were still powerless to change the situation.

Just when the elders of the Northern Underworld Palace were disheartened, utterly despondent, and even the thought of resistance was about to be extinguished...

A steady and powerful voice rang out, breaking the extremely oppressive atmosphere.

"The situation won't get to the worst!"

The Palace Master of Beiming Palace slowly raised his head, shook his head slightly, and remained calm.

His tone carried an undeniable firmness.

His gaze swept over the elders present, and he slowly spoke.

"Just now on the ice plain, it was two half-saints from the Cultivator Association who joined forces to fight against our ancestor alone. It is reasonable that our ancestor was defeated."

I had anticipated this.

He paused, then continued:

"However, elders, please don't forget..."

No matter what, the ancestor was a veteran half-saint realm expert, with thousands of years of cultivation and profound foundation.

Even if they are defeated, they are by no means easily killed.

As long as the patriarch isn't killed, the two half-saints from the Cultivator Association will definitely not go so far as to exterminate them all.

"···"

...(End of this chapter)