The Immortal Physician's Transmigration: Miraculous Rejuvenation

The black-robed leader unleashed a dark tsunami-like attack, and Ye Yuanchen and the others instantly felt an overwhelming pressure. But there was no fear in their eyes, only unwavering determination.

Ye Yuanchen gritted his teeth, fusing his spiritual power with the power of the sacred artifact without reservation. The Spirit Void Sacred Sword shone brightly, and with a roar, he unleashed the "Spirit Realm Sacred Light Demon-Slaying Style," slashing with all his might against the dark tsunami. This sword strike contained power enough to split the heavens and earth. The golden blade collided with the black tsunami, unleashing a deafening roar, and space itself cracked like a shattered mirror. A violent energy storm raged outwards from the point of impact, engulfing everything in its path. Whether it was the aura of darkness or the faint starlight in the air, everything was pulverized by this powerful force. Ye Yuanchen's body was also thrown backward by the recoil, but he forcibly stabilized himself in mid-air, his feet creating golden ripples in the void. He gripped the Spirit Void Sacred Sword again, preparing for the next attack.

Mu Wanyue wielded her Spirit Whip, pink and rainbow lights intertwining as she unleashed the "Spirit Saint Illusion Dance Guardian Technique." The whip spun rapidly before her, forming a massive vortex of spiritual energy that drew in and shredded a portion of the dark power. Simultaneously, she skillfully manipulated the whip, its tip lashing out like a nimble snake's tongue towards the black-robed leader, attempting to disrupt his attack rhythm. Each swing of the whip left a clear trail of light in the air; the pink and rainbow-colored whip shadow resembled a magnificent rainbow bridge spanning darkness and light. As the whip tip approached the black-robed leader, the dark aura seemed to ignite, emitting a sizzling sound as it was continuously purified and dissipated. Mu Wanyue's gaze was firm and focused; her figure, surrounded by spiritual energy, appeared even more agile and graceful, like a war goddess from a celestial realm, protecting everything behind her.

Lu Zixuan frantically poured spiritual energy into the formation, veins bulging on his forehead, sweat pouring down his face. He guided the power of the sacred artifact to every node of the formation, maximizing its offensive and defensive capabilities. Spiritual energy arrows, like raindrops, rained down on the black-robed leader. Each arrow contained the purifying power of the sacred artifact, tracing bright paths through the darkness. Lu Zixuan's hands moved rapidly, forming hand seals and chanting incantations. The formation constantly shifted shape under his control, sometimes blooming like a giant spiritual lotus, protecting everyone within; sometimes roaring like a ferocious spiritual beast, pouncing towards the black-robed leader. His eyes revealed a thirst for victory and absolute confidence in the formation's power. Each arrow of spiritual energy he fired was imbued with countless hours of effort and his hatred for the forces of darkness.

Bai Youruo played the Spiritual Sound Flute, the notes transforming into tangible golden sound waves that surged towards the black-robed leader like a raging tide. Wherever the sound waves reached, the dark aura melted away as quickly as ice and snow meeting the blazing sun. She perfectly fused her own soul power with the power of the sacred artifact, giving the flute's sound the powerful ability to penetrate souls and dispel darkness, directly targeting the black-robed leader's core soul. Bai Youruo's figure appeared somewhat ethereal amidst the flute's melody; she closed her eyes, completely immersed in her playing. The flute's rhythm was sometimes stirring, like the beating of war drums, inspiring the fighting spirit of the crowd; sometimes melodious, like celestial music, purifying the surrounding darkness. Each note was like a sharp blade, cutting through the black-robed leader's soul defenses, plunging his soul into endless pain and struggle.

Sensing the powerful counterattack from Ye Yuanchen and his companions, the black-robed leader roared in fury, his wand flashing even faster as he unleashed a torrent of dark magic to defend himself. Layers of dark shields appeared before him, but under the impact of the sacred artifact's power, they shattered like fragile eggshells. A ferocious expression twisted on the black-robed leader's face, his eyes flashing with blood-red light, like a demon from hell. His chanting of dark incantations grew faster and louder, enveloping the entire airspace. Dark energy surged from his body, coalescing into terrifying forms such as gigantic black skulls and grotesque demonic claws, lunging towards Ye Yuanchen and his group.

In the midst of the fierce clash, Ye Yuanchen seized an opportunity. His figure flashed, like a ghost, passing through the blockade of dark power and instantly appearing before the black-robed leader. He raised the Spirit Void Holy Sword high, gathering all the power of the sacred artifact at its tip, and roared, "Today is your end!" Then he thrust it fiercely at the black-robed leader. This sword strike contained all of Ye Yuanchen's power and conviction; the light on the blade was blinding. As the sword pierced the black-robed leader's robes, the power of the sacred artifact exploded within his body like golden stars, instantly destroying a portion of his dark defenses.

Seeing this, Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo unleashed their strongest attacks on the black-robed leader. The Spirit Whip lashed at him, leaving deep welts; spiritual energy arrows rained down on him, riddling his body with holes; the sonic waves of the Spirit Flute assaulted his soul, plunging it into chaos. Each lash of Mu Wanyue's Spirit Whip was accompanied by bursts of pink and rainbow light, leaving not only physical wounds but also traces of purified dark power. Lu Zixuan's spiritual energy arrows, like shooting stars, precisely struck the black-robed leader's vital points, each hit accompanied by a dazzling burst of light and the dissipation of dark energy. Bai Youruo's flute music battered the black-robed leader's soul as if it were caught in a storm; his thoughts became chaotic, and his movements sluggish.

Under the combined attack of the group, the black-robed leader's body began to gradually dissipate, and dark energy surged from within him. But he still made a final struggle, his eyes flashing with a crazed light, chanting incantations, attempting a suicidal attack. The black-robed leader's body began to expand violently, dark energy burning around him like black flames. He gathered all his remaining dark power into his hands and unleashed a massive ball of dark energy towards Ye Yuanchen and the others. This energy ball contained power sufficient to destroy everything; the space it passed through was twisted into a pretzel shape, and its dark light sent chills down everyone's spine.

Ye Yuanchen sensed his intention and, without hesitation, elevated the power of the sacred artifact to a new level, then poured it all into the black-robed leader's body. This powerful force completely destroyed the black-robed leader's dark soul; his body transformed into a cloud of black smoke and dissipated into the air. Ye Yuanchen gripped the Spirit Void Sacred Sword tightly with both hands, continuously channeling the power of the sacred artifact into the sword, and then thrust it towards the black-robed leader's body. As the sword pierced the black-robed leader's body, the power of the sacred artifact surged like a raging torrent, instantly engulfing the black-robed leader's dark soul. The black-robed leader let out a desperate scream; his body began to disintegrate from the inside out, black smoke gushing from his pores, mouth, eyes, and other parts, eventually vanishing without a trace.

With the defeat of the black-robed leader, the other mysterious figures lost their will to fight and began to scatter and flee. Ye Yuanchen and the others did not pursue them, knowing that time was of the essence and they had to return to the Three Realms as soon as possible with the sacred artifact. Although exhausted after the fierce battle, Ye Yuanchen and the others' eyes were filled with hope. They continued their journey home, the light of the sacred artifact shining in their hands, as if guiding them in the right direction. They knew that upon returning to the Three Realms, an even more arduous battle of salvation awaited them, but they were fearless, for they possessed the powerful strength of the sacred artifact and unwavering faith. Ye Yuanchen gazed at the sacred artifact in his hand and silently vowed to use it to save the Three Realms and restore peace and prosperity to this land. Mu Wanyue, Lu Zixuan, and Bai Youruo also looked ahead with unwavering determination. Their figures appeared even taller and more imposing under the light of the sacred artifact, like the beacon of hope for the Three Realms, about to illuminate this land shrouded in darkness.