The Immortal Physician's Transmigration: Miraculous Rejuvenation

Carrying the power of the sacred artifact, Ye Yuanchen and the others embarked on their journey back to the Three Realms with great hope. Along the way, they were filled with anticipation for the upcoming rescue mission, yet remained highly vigilant, as the various conspiracies and schemes of the dark forces left them no room for complacency.

However, when they arrived at a mysterious void at the edge of the Three Realms, the surrounding spiritual energy fluctuations suddenly became abnormally chaotic. The once peaceful space seemed to be stirred up by an invisible hand, the wind and clouds changed color, and a dark aura spread through the air like ink.

"Not good, an ambush!" Ye Yuanchen instantly became alert, drawing his Spirit Void Holy Sword. Golden light drew a dazzling arc in the darkness, illuminating the surrounding airspace.

Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo reacted swiftly, gripping their weapons and preparing for battle. Mu Wanyue's Spirit Whip danced in the air, its pink light like a nimble dragon, intertwining with the light of Ye Yuanchen's Holy Sword to form a preliminary defensive barrier. Lu Zixuan rapidly set up a defensive formation beneath his feet. Despite the time constraint, his skillful technique allowed the formation to take shape instantly, lines of spiritual energy shimmering in the air, enhancing its defensive power. Bai Youruo played the Spirit Flute, its notes transforming into invisible sound waves that echoed around, attempting to pinpoint the enemy's location and number.

Just then, a group of mysterious figures dressed in black robes slowly emerged from the darkness. Their faces were hidden beneath hoods, making their features impossible to discern, but the dark aura emanating from them sent chills down one's spine. These mysterious figures spread out in a fan shape, surrounding Ye Yuanchen and the others, clearly having come prepared.

"Hand over the sacred relic, or today will be your death day!" One of the mysterious figures spoke in a low, hoarse voice, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Ye Yuanchen sneered: "You henchmen of darkness, don't even think about getting the sacred artifact! We fought with all our might to obtain it, and we are determined to use it to save the Three Realms. How could we possibly give it away so easily!"

Having said that, he launched the first attack, unleashing the "Spirit Realm Chaos Suppressing God Technique." The runes on the Spirit Void Holy Sword shone brightly, transforming into golden blades of light that shot towards the mysterious group. Wherever the blades of light touched, the space was torn apart with tiny cracks, emitting a buzzing sound.

Mu Wanyue followed closely behind, wielding her Spirit Whip and unleashing the "Spirit Dance Illusion Whip Void Break." The whip transformed into countless pink whip shadows in the air, like a pink storm sweeping towards the mysterious figure. Wherever the whip shadows passed, the dark aura was dispelled, and a refreshing spiritual energy filled the air.

Lu Zixuan manipulated the flow of spiritual energy within the formation, concentrating its offensive power to unleash beams of spiritual energy. These beams streaked across the dark sky like meteors, precisely targeting the mysterious man's vital points. Simultaneously, he continuously adjusted the formation's defensive angles to ensure the safety of Ye Yuanchen and the others' rear.

Bai Youruo played the spirit flute, and the frequency of the flute's sound suddenly increased, transforming into a powerful soul-shaking force. This force was like an invisible blade, piercing straight into the depths of the mysterious people's souls, causing their movements to slow down for a moment.

However, these mysterious figures were no ordinary beings. They swiftly unleashed dark magic, chanting incantations as black wands appeared in their hands. With each swing of the wands, black magical shields materialized before them, easily deflecting some of Ye Yuanchen and his companions' attacks. Simultaneously, some of the mysterious figures retrieved black magic orbs from beneath their black robes and hurled them at Ye Yuanchen and his group. The magic orbs expanded continuously during flight, releasing powerful dark energy, exploding around them like black bombs.

The impact of the explosion forced Ye Yuanchen and the others to stagger back several steps, and the defensive barrier also developed some cracks.

"These guys are strong, we can't let our guard down!" Ye Yuanchen shouted, taking a deep breath and slowly channeling the power of the sacred artifact into the Spirit Void Sacred Sword. The sacred sword instantly shone brightly, and an even more powerful force emanated from its blade.

Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo also sensed the power of the sacred artifact, and they all connected their spiritual energy with it. Mu Wanyue's Spirit Whip grew longer and thicker, its pink light interspersed with the seven-colored radiance of the sacred artifact, greatly increasing its attack power. Lu Zixuan's formation, enhanced by the sacred artifact's power, became more stable and powerful, not only able to fire more powerful spiritual energy arrows but also automatically repairing any damage to his defensive barriers. Bai Youruo's flute music, infused with the sacred artifact's power, transformed into a divine force capable of purifying dark souls, its impact on the mysterious man's soul becoming even more intense.

With the help of the sacred artifact's power, Ye Yuanchen and the others launched a fierce renewed attack. Their attacks surged relentlessly like a tidal wave, one after another, towards the mysterious figure. The mysterious figure's defenses were gradually breached, and some of the weaker figures could no longer withstand the onslaught, falling injured and wounded.

But just as Ye Yuanchen and the others thought victory was imminent, a tall, black-robed leader suddenly emerged from the mysterious crowd. He raised his wand high and chanted an ancient and evil incantation. As the incantation was chanted, the surrounding dark energy rapidly gathered around him, his body grew larger and larger, and his dark power became increasingly stronger.

"You think you can defeat us so easily? How naive!" The black-robed leader roared, then brandished his wand, launching an even more ferocious attack on Ye Yuanchen and the others. This attack combined his own powerful dark energy with the surrounding dark aura, surging towards Ye Yuanchen and the others like a black tsunami.

Ye Yuanchen and his companions are facing an unprecedentedly powerful attack. Can they once again rely on the power of the sacred artifact and their unwavering will to defeat the enemy, successfully bring the artifact back to the Three Realms, and save countless lives from suffering? Everything remains to be seen, and the battle continues fiercely…