Immortals Step into Heaven

Liu Qingyun's voice echoed through the air, carrying a hint of authority and warning. However, the leader of the masked group, a mid-stage Jindan cultivator, remained unmoved. Instead, he erupted in thunderous laughter. "Hahaha, I'm looking for you, the Danqing Sect." I was wondering if I'd found the wrong person, but I didn't expect you to introduce yourself. It saved me a lot of searching.

Liu Qingyun suppressed his uneasiness and snorted coldly, "Your Excellency is making such outrageous remarks and blocking our Danqing Sect's flying boat for no reason. What on earth is your purpose? If you have any grudge against our Danqing Sect, please state your name. Don't try to be mysterious here!"

The masked leader's laughter abruptly stopped, and his voice turned cold. "Liu Qingyun, there's no need to feign ignorance. What your Danqing Sect obtained in the secret realm is something we've long coveted. Hand it over obediently, and we can avoid a bloody disaster."

Liu Qingyun's heart trembled, but he pretended to be calm. "Sir, please don't lie. What our Danqing Sect gained in the secret realm was all due to our own ability. How can we give it away?" "And our Danqing Sect is not a soft persimmon that can be bullied."

The masked man let out a sinister sneer. "Ability?" "In the face of absolute strength, your abilities are but the abilities of an ant." "I advise you not to refuse a toast, or today will be the day your Danqing Sect is destroyed."

A hint of determination flashed in Liu Qingyun's eyes. "My Danqing Sect has been passed down for many years. How could we surrender to a few threats from you? If you want to fight, then let's fight. I, the disciples of the Danqing Sect, am not the kind to cowardly seek death!"

Zheng Yuan and over forty other Qi-refining disciples of the Danqing Sect paled at the sudden scene, their bodies trembling slightly. Their eyes widened as they watched the masked figures hovering in the air on their swords. The cold masks shimmered eerily in the sunlight, and a sense of foreboding slowly spread through them. The eight Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Danqing Sect also wore solemn expressions.

At this moment, the Danqing Sect disciples on the flying boat showed fear on their faces, but under Liu Qingyun's encouragement, they all clenched their magic weapons and prepared to fight. The masked man saw this and waved his hand slightly, and the men behind him immediately drew their swords. The atmosphere was extremely tense, and a battle seemed to be imminent.

Liu Qingyun struck first, wielding his sword. A sharp sword energy slashed towards the masked leader like a rainbow piercing the sun. The masked leader remained calm, dodging the blow with a slight sidestep. He muttered something as he quickly formed seals with his hands, and a dark blue shield instantly appeared before him, protecting him tightly.

"Hmph, a mere trifle!" Liu Qingyun growled, his figure flashing as he advanced like a ghost. His longsword danced in a ball of light and shadow, his sword strikes unending, seemingly intent on trapping the masked leader in a net of swords. Seeing this, the masked leader no longer held back. With a loud cry, his spiritual energy surged forth, breaking through Liu Qingyun's net. He slapped back with a palm, a black mist emanating from his palm that seemed to corrode the air wherever it touched.

The Danqing Sect's Foundation Establishment cultivators were not to be outdone. They exchanged glances before unleashing their own spells. Suddenly, the flying boat shimmered with light as fireballs, ice cones, wind blades, and other spells roared toward the masked men. The masked men's Foundation Establishment followers also joined in the fray. Their spells collided in mid-air, unleashing a roaring roar. Powerful spiritual energy surged in all directions, causing the mountains and rivers below to tremble slightly.

Although Zheng Yuan and the other Qigong disciples were terrified, they knew there was no escape. They summoned their courage, manipulating their magical instruments to provide support for their fellow disciples. Some disciples threw fire and water arrow talismans. The talismans burned in the air, transforming into defensive light curtains. Others used their spiritual energy to power their magical instruments, launching weak attacks in an attempt to disrupt the masked man's movements.

Although the Qi Refining disciples' attacks were relatively weak, their efforts were not without effect. A water arrow fired from a water arrow talisman happened to strike the wrist of a masked Foundation Establishment cultivator, causing his movement to pause. This created an opportunity for a Foundation Establishment cultivator from the Danqing Sect to counterattack. A powerful wind blade took advantage of the momentum and slashed through, leaving a bloody mark on the masked cultivator's arm.

On the perilous main battlefield, Liu Qingyun's desperate battle with the masked leader reached its most crucial moment. His gaze, sharp as a hawk's, stalked its prey, astutely detecting the fleeting flaw in the masked leader's defenses. Without hesitation, he channeled all his spiritual energy, pouring it like a surging river into the longsword in his hand. A resounding cry, like a bell, echoed through the heavens: "Sword Shadow Breaker!" Instantly, a strange and magnificent scene unfolded. As if under a magical spell of multiplication, Liu Qingyun's form split into several ethereal yet fierce phantoms. These phantoms, like swift ghosts, attacked the masked leader from all directions and angles with overwhelming force.

The masked leader, a veteran of battle, instantly sensed the overwhelming threat, a thorn in his side. His reaction was lightning-fast. Without hesitation, he reached into his bosom and, in the blink of an eye, pulled out a mysterious magical weapon radiating a dark glow. Then, his lips moved rapidly, muttering an obscure incantation like an ancient spell, echoing in the air. The magical weapon seemed to be imbued with life and soul. Driven by the incantation, it instantly unleashed a suction force so powerful that it warped space, like a bottomless black hole, mercilessly sucking in Liu Qingyun's fierce sword strikes one by one, instantly annihilating Liu Qingyun's incredibly powerful attack.

At that moment, the two early-stage Jindan cultivators, who had been watching closely, waiting for an opportunity, saw Liu Qingyun's attack thwarted and, seeing this opportunity, rushed towards him without hesitation. They formed a pincer attack. One of them clutched a long sword that gleamed with a cold light, its blade shimmering with runes, as if proclaiming its extraordinary power. The other wielded a staff emitting a faint blue glow. The crystal ball atop the staff shone with light, continuously gathering powerful spiritual energy. Their speed was so rapid that the air ripped apart wherever they passed, emitting a sharp whistling sound. In an instant, they were close to Liu Qingyun.

Liu Qingyun was startled. This sudden change undoubtedly put him in a more difficult predicament. But he was a veteran of countless battles, and in this critical moment, he remained unfazed. A flicker of determination flashed in his eyes. Relying on his superior control over his spiritual power, he acted decisively, forcibly severing the spiritual connection with the sword shadows absorbed into the magic weapon.

Although this process was like a heroic act of self-sacrifice, causing his magic power to suffer severe damage in an instant, he was able to retreat several feet, temporarily escaping from close contact with the enemy and buying himself a chance to breathe.