Immortals Step into Heaven

He took advantage of this opportunity to quickly take out a soul-restoring pill from his storage bag and swallowed it. The pill melted in his mouth, transforming into a warm medicinal force that began to slowly repair his damaged meridians and replenish his lost mana. While adjusting his breath, Liu Qingyun quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind. He knew that the masked leader's magic weapon was extremely difficult to use. A frontal attack would be difficult to succeed. Moreover, the two early Jindan cultivators had formed a siege. He had to break through their attack first, and then find an opportunity to break the leader's magic weapon.

His eyes glared as he unleashed a secret technique. While this technique consumed a great deal of spiritual energy, it could significantly increase his speed and agility in a short period of time. Liu Qingyun silently channeled his spiritual energy, a faint glow emanating from his body. With a light tap of his feet, he charged towards one of the early Jindan cultivators like an arrow from a bowstring. The cultivator hadn't expected Liu Qingyun to attack despite his weakened spiritual energy. He froze, his longsword slowing down a beat. Seizing this fleeting opportunity, Liu Qingyun swung his longsword, unleashing a sword technique. The tip of his sword, like the swift tongue of a snake, pierced the cultivator's throat.

The Jindan early stage cultivator was horrified and hurriedly dodged to the side, but was still scratched on the neck by Liu Qingyun's sword tip, and a trickle of blood splattered. The pain made his attack even more fierce, and he swung the long sword in his hand with an impenetrable force, the blade flashing as if he wanted to cut Liu Qingyun into pieces.

Another Jindan cultivator, wielding a staff, had also arrived. The crystal ball atop the staff shone brightly, and a thick, icy-blue beam of spiritual energy shot towards Liu Qingyun. Liu Qingyun spun swiftly, drifting like a leaf in the wind, narrowly avoiding the blow. The beam struck a small hill behind him, instantly freezing it. Wherever the ice spread, huge rocks exploded.

Liu Qingyun knew he couldn't afford to engage in a protracted battle. While dodging their attacks, he quietly focused his spiritual energy on his sword. Suddenly, he shouted and unleashed his Phantom Sword. His figure instantly split into dozens of illusory sword shadows, sweeping towards the two cultivators from all directions. The two early Jindan cultivators were dazzled. They quickly stood back to back, each casting a defensive spell. A golden shield and an ice shield rose around them.

Liu Qingyun's sword shadows clashed with the shields, creating a clanging sound and sending up showers of mana sparks. While they were fending off the sword shadows, Liu Qingyun's true form, hidden within them, quietly approached. When he was close enough, he suddenly revealed himself, his sword ablaze with light, and thrust with all his might at the junction of the two monks' shields. This single strike, gathering most of his remaining mana, ripped through the shield with unstoppable force, piercing one of the monks' chest. The monk's eyes widened in horror, but it was too late to dodge; he could only watch helplessly as the sword pierced him.

At this critical moment, the masked leader sensed the danger. He shifted his magic spell, and the black magic weapon instantly released a dark shadow. Like a flash of black lightning, it rushed towards Liu Qingyun's sword. With a loud "clang", Liu Qingyun felt a powerful recoil, and his palms hurtled, nearly causing his sword to fly out of his hand.

Liu Qingyun, riding the recoil, drifted back, his expression growing increasingly grim. He knew that breaking through the three men's combined defense and achieving victory would be extremely difficult. He saw the disciples on the flying boat still struggling, but many had already fallen injured. The eight Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Danqing Sect were also gradually losing ground in the fierce battle with the masked man's Foundation Establishment followers, their spiritual energy severely depleted.

He made up his mind and decided to take a chance. Liu Qingyun quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something to himself. As the spell was completed, a huge vortex of mana appeared above his head, faintly flickering with lightning. This was his most powerful spell—the Heavenly Thunder Curse. This spell was immensely powerful, but once unleashed, it would cause a severe backlash to one's own mana and meridians.

When the masked leader saw this scene, he also felt a strong threat. He immediately ordered two early Jindan cultivators to move closer to him, and at the same time increased the spiritual power output of the black magic weapon, preparing to meet Liu Qingyun's strongest attack.

The air around them grew increasingly heavy, as if gripped by an invisible hand, suffocating them. Liu Qingyun's clothes rustled under the surge of spiritual energy, his eyes firm and resolute, completely oblivious to the enormous risks he was about to take.

As the vortex of spiritual power above his head continued to expand, the power of thunder and lightning in it gradually took shape, transforming into snarling lightning snakes that shuttled through the vortex, making terrifying crackling sounds, as if they were eager to rush towards the enemy.

The masked leader's expression was grim, fully aware of the power of this attack. As he exerted his full strength, the black magic weapon's light grew ever deeper, like a bottomless black hole, devouring the surrounding light and spiritual energy fluctuations. A thick shadow shield formed before him. The two early-stage Jindan cultivators also unleashed their own unique defensive skills, connecting their own spiritual energy with the leader's shield. Like an iron triangle, the three of them stood ready.

Liu Qingyun roared, and a vortex of mana erupted like an uncontrolled meteor, carrying the destructive force of a thunder tribulation as it roared towards the masked figures. Wherever it passed, space rippled, as if being torn apart by this overwhelming force. As the force approached, the masked leader's shadow shield trembled violently. Black light and the light of the thunder tribulation collided and merged, erupting in a dazzling brilliance, like fireworks exploding in the sky, but carrying with it an aura of endless danger and death.

Both sides gritted their teeth and persevered. Liu Qingyun's face grew increasingly pale, blood oozing from his seven orifices. His meridians felt as if they were burning in a raging fire, the pain unbearable, yet he still managed to hold on without interrupting his spell. The masked man, on his side, also felt immense pressure. The legs of the two early Jindan cultivators began to tremble slightly, beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, their mana rapidly depleting, and their shields gradually thinning.

At this critical moment of stalemate, Liu Qingyun suddenly had an idea. He endured the severe pain in his meridians, separated a trace of his magic power, and cast a secret spell in the direction of the flying boat. This spell turned into a faint light and silently merged into the flying boat.

On the flying boat, the defensive formation, already severely damaged by the battle, suddenly shone with a powerful light, activated by this spell. The remaining Danqing Sect disciples were stunned for a moment, then understood the elder's intention. They quickly gathered at the core of the formation, continuously pouring their remaining mana into it.

Instantly, the flying boat's defensive formation unleashed a powerful rebounding force, like a surging tide, sweeping towards the masked figures' backs. The masked leader and the two early-stage Jindan cultivators felt a heavy blow from behind, their shields finally cracking under the pressure from both front and back.