Immortals Step into Heaven

Seeing Shui Changyun break through the encirclement, a solemn expression crossed his face. He formed hand seals once more, manipulating the demonic shadows to intensify his attack on Shui Changyun. Simultaneously, he swung his long sword, and black flames swirled around Shui Changyun like a dragon. Shui Changyun remained undaunted. With a low cry, a deep blue shield erupted from his sword, blocking the flames. Undeterred, he continued charging at Uncle Shura.

Just as Shui Changyun was about to approach his uncle from Shura Sect, a Shura Sect master suddenly appeared from the side. He held two hooks with a cold light flashing on them, and went straight for Shui Changyun's throat and abdomen. Shui Changyun dodged to the side, raised his sword from bottom to top, and collided with the two hooks, splashing a string of sparks. The two instantly fell into a fierce battle.

Shui Changyun was blown away, spitting out a mouthful of blood. He knew the situation was critical. The Tianshui Sect's men had been scattered. If he couldn't resolve the situation quickly, the consequences would be disastrous. Suppressing the surging blood and qi within him, Shui Changyun tapped his toes, using the momentum to steady himself, his gaze fixed intently on the Shura Sect expert and the Shura Sect's uncle in the distance.

The Shura Sect expert seized the opportunity, his twin hooks wielding like a raging storm, attacking Shui Changyun. Shui Changyun took a deep breath, the light on his sword suddenly intensifying. He unleashed the Tianshui Sect's unique skills, layer upon layer of sword shadows, like surging waves, to attack the twin hooks. Each collision unleashed a powerful surge of force, seemingly distorting the surrounding space.

Shura's uncle, watching the battle from the sidelines, thought to himself that Shui Changyun, despite his severe injuries, still possessed such fighting prowess. He shifted his hands through a series of rapidly changing hand seals, and the demonic shadow roared, its form growing even larger as it lunged towards Shui Changyun. Black flames burned around the demonic shadow, scorching the air with crackling sounds wherever it passed.

Shui Changyun felt a powerful pressure coming from behind, yet he showed no sign of retreating. While fending off the double-hook attacks of the Shura Sect's masters, he concentrated his mind, preparing for the demon's fatal blow. Just as the demon was about to fall, Shui Changyun suddenly shouted, channeling his magical power into his sword. He spun abruptly, piercing the demon's core with a single thrust. This single strike amassed all his hope and strength. The moment the sword's tip made contact with the demon, a flash of light erupted, illuminating the entire battlefield.

Shui Changyun and his companions fled, fleeing the Pill Hall and racing off into the distance. The howling wind whistled in their ears, mocking their plight. Shui Changyun's face was as pale as paper, yet he held on to his breath. He knew that despite this defeat, he could not give up. Behind him, the cries of the Shura Sect's pursuers drifted faintly, like a death curse.

The Shura Sect's men, like a surging tide, chased out of the Pill Hall, paused outside for a moment, and after weighing the pros and cons, ultimately gave up the pursuit. They knew that although the Tianshui Sect had been defeated and fled, there was no guarantee they had any backup or reinforcements in this vast world. Pursuing them relentlessly would risk an ambush, and they had also suffered losses in the previous fierce battle. So, they withdrew their troops and returned to camp.

Seeing the Shura Clan members leave, Siqin and her companions breathed a sigh of relief and eagerly returned to the Pill Hall. Their eyes gleamed with greed and eagerness, each eager to seize the elixirs in the hall as quickly as possible.

After all, they had endured countless hardships and dangers for the treasures within the Pill Hall, even engaging in a thrilling battle with the Tianshui Sect. Now that victory was within their grasp, they naturally couldn't wait. At this moment, they were also filled with worry, fearing that something else might happen. After all, this mysterious Pill Hall held so many unknowns.

If something goes wrong at this critical moment when the harvest is about to come, it would be extremely bad and all previous efforts would be wasted.

A group of people cautiously approached the barrier protecting the elixir. Everyone tensed their nerves, channeling their spiritual energy, and worked together. With a flash of dazzling light, the barrier was finally broken.

However, the scene before them instantly made everyone's faces turn extremely ugly. Most of the elixirs had long since turned to dust under the ruthless erosion of time, losing their original magical medicinal properties. Only a few elixirs still barely retained a trace of medicinal properties, emitting a faint luster in the dim light.

Siqin and the others gazed at the few remaining pills that still retained their medicinal properties, a flicker of resentment and relief in their eyes. Resentment was that after all the hard work of breaking through the restriction, they hadn't reaped a full reward; relief was that at least some pills were still available, so they wouldn't return empty-handed. Everyone gathered around, their eyes filled with complicated expressions.

Some people complained in a low voice that the changes in the Pill Hall were beyond their expectations. They had thought they could obtain a large number of precious pills to improve their own strength and the foundation of their sect, but now they could only share these few results.

Siqin raised her hand to signal for silence and said, "Although we didn't get much, it's better than nothing. Let's put these pills away first and make plans later."

Outside the mysterious and hidden vault of the Yunlong Sect, a group of cultivators, including Liu Pingping, Zhang Xueyue, Tang Shisan, Li Xiuyun, and Liu Shi, emerged. They hailed from various factions within the Yunlan Nation, gathering here with a shared desire for the treasures within. Simultaneously, members of the Demon Fire Sect and the Corpse Refining Sect also rushed to the vault like sharks scenting blood. For a moment, this previously mysterious and tranquil area was filled with powerful auras from all directions.

As the two sides met, a tense atmosphere filled the air. The cultivators of the Devil Fire Sect were shrouded in strange demonic fire, the dancing flames illuminating their cold, greedy faces. The Corpse Refining Sect exuded a foul and eerie aura, and the faint growls of zombies could be heard from their surroundings.

The cultivators from the four sects of the Yunlan Kingdom were not to be outdone. They had firm eyes and their spiritual powers were secretly circulating, ready to deal with any possible conflict at any time.

However, when both sides simultaneously cast their gazes upon the Yunlong Sect's secret vault, surrounded by layers of formations, they couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. The formations shone with a mysterious light, as if silently warning those who approached that any rash action would result in catastrophic disaster.

Therefore, although both sides were full of vigilance and hostility towards each other, in front of this powerful formation, no one wanted to be the first to break this delicate balance and become the first to test the power of the formation and withstand a possible attack from the other side.

They just confronted each other quietly, sparks flew when their eyes met, and the air around the secret library seemed to solidify because of the tense situation.

Huo Yunzi, the leader of the Demon Fire Sect, slowly swept his eyes over the cultivators of the Yunlan Country, and then said, "My fellow Taoists from the Yunlan Country, in my opinion, why don't we join forces first and break the restriction of this formation together, what do you think?"