The Immortal Emperor Reborn: Accompanying My Child on the Extraordinary Journey

Chapter 175: Alien Invasion

The night was as dark as ink, dotted with stars. The world of cultivation once basked in the afterglow of peace. Major sects flourished, and practitioners cultivated day and night, pursuing immortality and transcendence. However, this tranquility was short-lived, as an unprecedented crisis quietly approached.

"Master, there's news coming from the border recently that some unknown forces seem to be making moves." A disciple dressed in green hurriedly walked into the main hall of the Yunyin Sect and reported to the middle-aged man sitting in the first seat.

The middle-aged man's name was Yun Wuhen, the current leader of the Yunyin Sect. He had reached the late stage of the Spiritual Transformation stage and was renowned for his formidable reputation. Upon hearing this, his brow furrowed, his gaze as sharp as a torch, as if he could penetrate the void and see through everything. "Do you have any specific information?"

"Reporting to the Sect Master, that force moved quickly and covertly. Our people could only capture some sporadic images. It seems... it seems that they are not from the world of cultivation." The green-clothed disciple looked solemn, with a hint of uneasiness in his tone.

Yun Wuhen was shocked upon hearing this. The world of cultivation had long been isolated from the outside world. Aside from a few powerful individuals who traveled to other worlds through special passages, no outside forces had ever been able to intrude. Could it be that this world of cultivation, peaceful for a thousand years, was finally about to face a major storm?

He stood up, his hands clasped behind his back, and paced back and forth in the hall, his mind racing. After a moment, he said in a deep voice, "Send the order to strengthen border patrols. At the same time, notify all major sects to prepare for the situation. This storm may arrive sooner than we imagine."

As night deepened, the sound of gentle footsteps shattered the stillness of the dense forests at the border. A group of stern-faced, black-robed monks from another world quietly emerged, their eyes gleaming with greed and longing for an unknown world.

"Sir, the territory of the cultivation world is ahead." A black-robed monk said in a low voice with a hint of awe in his tone.

The leading figure, a tall, black-robed man with a resolute face and a cold glint in his eyes, was called the Dark Demon Lord. He was the leader of a faction from another world, and this time, he led a large army, vowing to conquer this legendary holy land of cultivation.

"Very good, pass the order down, the entire army will attack, I want to make the world of cultivation into our pocket!" The Dark Demon Lord shouted coldly, and gently waved the black scepter in his hand. Suddenly, a powerful magic power swept out, solidifying the surrounding air.

Upon hearing this, the black-robed monks used their respective martial arts and magic, transformed into black streams of light, and pounced towards the territory of the cultivation world.

Yun Wuhen stood on the sect's highest observatory, gazing at the distant sky. He felt a strong energy fluctuation, and an ominous premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"Is it coming?" he murmured to himself, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness.

At this moment, a disciple hurried up, his face pale. "Master, this is bad! The cultivators from another world have broken through the border defenses and are approaching our Yunyin Sect!"

Yun Wuhen's eyes flashed with a cold light when he heard this. "Notify all disciples and prepare for battle!"

At the command, the disciples of the Yunyin Sect poured out of the sect and engaged in a fierce battle with the black-robed monks. In the sky, sword energy crisscrossed, spells roared, and brilliant rays of light intertwined with black demonic energy, forming a breathtaking scene.

Yun Wuhen led the charge, wielding a longsword. The sword shone like a dragon, and wherever he passed, black-robed monks fell one after another. He knew in his heart that this battle was related to the survival of the cultivation world, and there was no room for slackness.

However, the strength of the cultivators from other worlds far exceeded their imagination. Those black-robed monks were not only highly skilled in martial arts, but also possessed strange magic, making it difficult for the cultivators from the cultivation world to cope with them.

"Master, we won't be able to hold on for much longer if this goes on!" an elder shouted anxiously.

Yun Wuhen's heart sank upon hearing this. He knew that the Yunyin Sect alone could not withstand this alien force. He had to contact other sects as soon as possible to jointly resist the foreign enemy.

At this moment, a dazzling sword light streaked across the sky, heading straight for the Dark Demon Lord. Yun Wuhen looked closely and saw a woman in white clothes with a cold face, holding a long sword, slowly descending from the sky.

"It's her!" Yun Wuhen was delighted and recognized that the woman was the Fairy Hanyue, with whom he had a long-standing friendship.

Fairy Hanyue, a powerful figure in the world of cultivation, has reached the Mahayana stage of cultivation and possesses exceptional swordsmanship, earning her the title "Fairy of the Sword." Her presence undoubtedly boosts the confidence of the cultivators.

"Yun Wuhen, let me lend you a hand!" Fairy Hanyue said coldly, with an unquestionable firmness in her tone.

Yun Wuhen was filled with gratitude upon hearing this. "Thank you, Fairy!"

The two fought side by side, sword light and magic intertwined, forming a series of brilliant light and shadow. Under their leadership, the monks of the cultivation world gradually stabilized their position and began to fight a desperate battle with the monks from other worlds.

Amidst the fierce battle, Yun Wuhen's heart was filled with mixed emotions. He worried about the future of the cultivation world, yet felt grateful to his brothers who fought alongside him. He knew that this battle was not only about the survival of the cultivation world, but also about the dignity and honor of every cultivator.

He recalled his days of cultivation in his youth, the arduous training, and the time he fought side by side with his fellow disciples. He understood that only by unity could they overcome the difficulties before them.

At this moment, a black-robed monk suddenly appeared behind him, holding a sharp blade and stabbing at his back. Yun Wuhen's heart trembled, and he instantly moved to the side, narrowly avoiding the attack.

He roared angrily, turned around, and slashed with his sword, cutting the black-robed monk in two. However, this attack consumed a lot of his spiritual power, and a sense of fatigue surged in his heart.

At this moment, Fairy Hanyue seemed to see through his thoughts and gently patted his shoulder. "Yun Wuhen, don't be distracted. We will definitely win!"

Yun Wuhen felt a warm feeling in his heart when he heard this. He nodded, cheered himself up, and continued to fight.

In the sky, the Hanyue Fairy and the Dark Demon Lord engaged in a fierce battle. The two figures quickly shuttled through the air, and the sword light and magic intertwined, forming a series of brilliant light and shadow.

"Han Yue Sword Technique, the first move, Moonlight Like a Thread!" Fairy Han Yue shouted delicately, and the long sword in her hand instantly turned into a silver light and slashed towards the Dark Demon Lord.

The Dark Demon Lord snorted coldly, and gently waved the black scepter in his hand, and a black demonic energy rushed forward. The two beams of light collided in the air, making a deafening roar.

However, Han Yue Fairy's swordsmanship was exceptionally exquisite, each move imbued with boundless sword power. Her figure was as lithe as a dancing butterfly, moving effortlessly across the battlefield.

The Dark Lord gradually began to feel the strain. He hadn't expected this seemingly fragile woman to possess such formidable strength. Anger welled up in him, and he decided not to hold back.

"Dark magic, ball of destruction!" The Dark Demon Lord shouted, and quickly formed seals with his hands. Suddenly, a black energy ball condensed in his hands.

He threw it violently, and the energy ball rushed towards Fairy Hanyue like a wild horse. A trace of solemnity flashed in Fairy Hanyue's eyes. She knew that this attack was no small matter and she had to go all out.

"The ultimate move of Hanyue Sword Technique, the sky is full of moonlight!" Fairy Hanyue shouted, and the long sword in her hand instantly turned into countless silver rays of light, rushing towards the black energy ball.

The two beams of light collided in mid-air, emitting a deafening roar. The entire battlefield seemed to be shaken by this powerful force, and the surrounding air froze.

After a moment, the light faded, revealing the figures of Hanyue Fairy and Dark Demon Lord. Hanyue Fairy's face was pale, but a glint of victory gleamed in her eyes. The Dark Demon Lord, on the other hand, was stunned, clearly having not expected to be defeated by this seemingly weak woman.

With the defeat of the Dark Demon Lord by the Fairy Han Yue, the situation on the battlefield began to reverse. The cultivators in the cultivation world saw the dawn of victory and lifted their spirits, engaging in an even more intense battle with the cultivators from other worlds.

Yun Wuhen was overjoyed upon seeing this. He knew that as long as they could hold on, victory would surely be theirs. He shouted loudly, encouraging his brothers to continue fighting.

Under the tenacious resistance of the cultivators in the cultivation world, the offensive of the cultivators from other worlds gradually weakened. They had not expected that this seemingly weak cultivation world could actually have such a powerful strength.

At this moment, a dazzling light streaked across the sky, and an old man in a golden robe slowly descended. He had a kind face, and his eyes sparkled with wisdom.

"Everyone, I am a little late. But please rest assured, I will definitely lend a helping hand to the world of cultivation!" The old man said loudly, with unquestionable firmness in his tone.

Yun Wuhen was delighted upon hearing this. He recognized the old man as a legendary figure in the world of cultivation—the Golden Robe Patriarch. The Golden Robe Patriarch's cultivation was unfathomable, earning him the title of "Guardian of the Cultivation World." His presence undoubtedly instilled confidence in the cultivators.

Led by the Golden Robe Patriarch, the cultivators of the cultivation world began to fight back. With their tenacious perseverance and superb martial arts, they gradually pushed the cultivators from the other world back.

As time passed, the battle on the battlefield intensified. The cultivators of the cultivation world and the cultivators from other realms engaged in a final decisive battle. Yun Wuhen, Fairy Hanyue, the Golden Robe Patriarch, and others rushed to the front lines, engaging in a desperate struggle with the black-robed cultivators.

In the sky, sword light and magic intertwined, forming a series of brilliant lights and shadows. Each ray of light contained endless power, as if it was about to tear the entire world apart.

Yun Wuhen held a long sword in his hand, his figure moving across the battlefield like a dragon. Each of his sword strikes contained endless sword intent, and wherever he passed, the black-robed monks fell one after another.

Fairy Han Yue, with her superb swordsmanship, was invincible on the battlefield. Her swordsmanship was so exquisite that every move was breathtaking.

The golden robe ancestor was even more powerful. He waved the golden scepter in his hand lightly, and a golden