Mysterious mirror hanging high

"Fellow Daoist Zhu, knowing full well the dangers of ascending, is still willing to take the risk to inform the various Daoist sects in our Immortal Continent. This is truly touching."

Zhu Jiuwen ascended to heaven. When the morale of the cultivators at the top of Tianxiang Peak was low, a middle-aged male cultivator wearing a robe embroidered with mountains, rivers, clouds and seas spoke.

This person is one of the two incarnation cultivators in the Penglai Holy Land, Xiao Zhenyu.

Another female cultivator who had reached the state of transformation, Yue Mingguang, was guarding Mount Penglai and did not come to watch the ceremony.

Xiao Zhenyu's words were not meant to whitewash Zhu Jiuwen. After all, Zhu Jiuwen had said it clearly before that his ascension at this time was indeed like deserting the battlefield. Xiao Zhenyu was more like pointing out the dangers of ascension.

He continued, "As everyone knows, it's extremely difficult for cultivators like us from the lower realms to ascend to the immortal realm. Even cultivators in the late stage of the Spiritualization Realm only have a 70% to 80% chance of survival."

“Even someone as powerful as our Xiao family’s ancestor, [Penglai Tianjun], wouldn’t have been able to guarantee victory even after ascending to heaven.”

"The chances of survival for a cultivator in the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm are only 30%, not to mention the chances of survival for a cultivator in the early stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm, which is less than 10%."

"It is enough for Fellow Daoist Zhu to take the risk personally. The other Fellow Daoists do not need to sacrifice in vain."

Several mid-stage Jindan cultivators who were hiding in the dark and had originally planned to imitate Zhu Jiuwen in ascending to heaven became hesitant upon hearing this, and were really undecided for a moment.

After all, the probability of surviving the ascension to the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation Realm is indeed not high, only about 30% to 40%!

No one wants to take this risk unless they are almost dead.

They have worked hard to cultivate to the top of the lower realm, and those who have witnessed the scenery of the spirit transformation are even more precious about their lives.

Seeing his words were effective, Xiao Zhenyu struck while the iron was hot: "The Immortal Continent is not without a chance of victory... You must know that there are still two late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivators in the human world, and neither of them is an ordinary late-stage Spirit Transformation cultivator."

"Qiu Dongxuan of Penglai Immortal Continent created the [Gentu Dongxuan Spiritual Cultivation Formation], which combined his Nascent Soul Dharma Image, physical body, and earth veins. He became nearly immortal and unmatched in Penglai Immortal Continent."

"Although this person is a traitor from Mount Penglai and acts somewhat madly...but facing this catastrophe targeting the entire Xianzhou, he will definitely help, even if it's just to protect himself. We can certainly use him to our advantage."

"The [White Abyss Dragon Lord] of the Inner Sea Dragon Palace is an old senior from the same era as my Xiao family's ancestors. If this pure-blooded true dragon hadn't been hindered by a rare treasure, he would have ascended to heaven long ago. He may not be as good at protecting himself as Qiu Dongxuan, but when it comes to offensive capabilities, he's probably even better."

"His overall combat power is the best among all cultivators in the Immortal Continent."

"With these two pillars of support, no matter how big the storm is, it can be quelled."

"Humph, Old Ghost Xiao, you make it sound so simple."

A sharp voice rang out, and a skinny, pale young male cultivator emerged from the void and questioned:

"Qiu Dongxuan is trapped in Penglai, and Baiyuan Longjun is bound in the Inner Sea. Even if these two can truly resist the cultivators from the Divine Cauldron Immortal Dynasty sweeping down from the lower realms, what about the other four seas and three continents? Do we have to relocate all the existing Taoist sects to the Inner Sea and Penglai Immortal Continent?"

"When the time comes, I will ask you to give half of the Penglai Mountain in Zhongzhou to be used as the training ground for my [Nether Corpse Sect]. I wonder if you, Xiao Zhenyu, will give it to me?"

The person who spoke was a demon-transformed god from Juechen Xianzhou, the [Vira Corpse Lord] who was an expert in refining corpses.

Xiao Zhenyu's expression remained unchanged. "So it's Fellow Daoist Viruo. This matter requires a long-term plan... But at least the Inner Sea and Penglai Immortal Continent have a certain resistance for the time being. Whether to relocate the Daoist traditions from various seas and continents or find some other method, isn't it something we can consider slowly?"

The Viruo Corpse Lord sneered, "Isn't that just the end of his rope? Well, I'll just ascend... As for the [Underworld Corpse Sect] lineage? Hmm, let me think about it. Right? Why not just turn all of my disciples into refined corpses, a pile of dead matter? Then, wouldn't it be possible to take them all with me to the upper realms?"

The two Yuanying Zhenjuns who were serving the corpse master Viruo changed their expressions when they heard this, but they dared not say a word, not even daring to fart, and continued to serve their ancestor trembling with fear.

Just as the atmosphere froze, the abyss at the top of Tianxiang Peak shook, and a Yuanying Zhenjun broke through the space and descended here, his face full of joy: "Dear seniors, great news!"

"News just came from the Falling Star Inner Sea... The abyss beneath the Inner Sea Dragon Palace is shaking. It seems that the [White Abyss Dragon King] has completely refined the rare treasure and escaped completely!"

Xiao Zhenyu and the others were overjoyed upon hearing this: "Great! Lord Baiyuan Dragon is able to move freely, now he can put out fires everywhere! The Immortal Continent finally has some decent resistance!"

The next moment, almost all the incarnation cultivators escaped into the void and rushed towards the inner sea, as if they wanted to quickly establish a relationship with the invincible Baiyuan Dragon King, hoping that the other party could protect them in the upcoming catastrophe.

Jing Yu and the other Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other and said in unison, "Let's go take a look too."

But when Jing Yu and others hurried to the inland sea, they saw a scene that they had never expected.

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A deep vortex on the seabed suddenly exploded, and a dazzling white light pierced through the dark seabed, instantly illuminating the entire inland sea!

A slender white dragon leaped out of the sea.

The white dragon was a thousand feet long, and its scales were like ice crystals, each one reflecting the cold light from the sky.

As the dragon stretched its body, its overwhelming pressure caused the sea surface within a radius of a thousand miles to sink three feet in thin air. The waves were crushed into powder by the invisible dragon's power before they could even take shape.

There is only this long snow-colored rainbow left between the sea and the sky, rushing straight into the sky with the force to destroy mountains and break peaks!

"Ancestor! You can't leave!"

A three-eyed golden dragon had blood gleaming from its vertical eye on its forehead, and its tail covered with barbs tightly gripped the white dragon's belly.

The golden scales continued to crack under the pressure of the dragon's might, and the dragon's claws dug into the icy cracks in the dragon's scales, refusing to let go.

"roll!"

A cold light suddenly flashed in the white dragon's pupils, and it suddenly raised its head, and its slender dragon body shook in the air like a divine whip.

boom--

A visible circular air wave exploded, and the three-eyed golden dragon's body, which was hundreds of feet long, was thrown into a bow shape.

"Sanmu, you can't stop me...get out of the way!"

The white dragon broke free, raised its head and roared, "I finally refined the [Dinghai Pearl] with great difficulty, and can finally ascend... A bright future awaits me... How can I lose it in such a remote and insignificant world?"

The three-eyed golden dragon was none other than the Three-Eyed Dragon King, a dragon of the early stages of Divine Transformation. Its eyes wept blood as it cried, "Ancestor! You cannot ascend... If you ascend, how will the remaining dragons of the Immortal Continent resist the Divine Cauldron cultivators from the lower realms? Wouldn't our dragon race face annihilation..."

"Are you going to watch your own people being slaughtered?"

Bai Yuan Dragon Lord sneered, "When did you, a bastard with mixed blood, become a member of the same clan as a pure-blooded true dragon like me?"

"Don't force yourself... I, Old Dragon, don't have time to play games like defending the Immortal Continent or fighting a catastrophe together with you... You're on your own!"