Another Dimensional Immortal Cultivation Tale: The Divine Doctor Against the Heavens

Although he was a little worried and scared, he had only one thought in his mind: he couldn't let Yunhai get hurt in the slightest!

Bai Zixuan rushed towards the falling sea of ​​clouds, his heart pounding like a cat on a hot tin roof. The worry in his eyes almost turned into a flying heart, like two sparkling stars, shining brightly even in the gale.

The strong wind made his clothes flutter like butterfly wings. His once clean clothes were now stained with dust and blood, but he didn't care. His mind was only on Yunhai's safety.

"Yunhai, you absolutely mustn't get hurt!" he shouted, his voice carried on the howling wind, yet with a resolute determination, like a brave person searching for the last glimmer of light in the darkness.

Yunhai felt dizzy and lightheaded. The moment that mysterious power struck her, it felt as if all the bones in her body had turned into something else, and her body felt as if it were being gently brushed by countless feathers, making her want to laugh.

She felt like a butterfly dancing in a gentle breeze, light and free. The air around her seemed incredibly fresh, making it exceptionally easy for her to breathe.

"Hey, I won't give up so easily." She pouted, making a silent vow in her heart. The stubbornness in her eyes was like the most dazzling gem in the night sky, shining brightly even in adversity.

Just as the sea of ​​clouds was about to land, a soft light flowed out from her medical space system like a cheerful brook, instantly transforming into a spiritual energy cushion.

The air cushion shimmered with a soft glow, like moonlight gently spilling onto a tranquil lake. Ancient runes were faintly visible within the glow, like mysterious little elves carefully catching the sea of ​​clouds.

"Wow, thank goodness I have this treasure." Yunhai breathed a sigh of relief, scrambling up from the air cushion and wiping the blood from the corner of her mouth. The blood left a bright red stain on her hand, but she merely raised an eyebrow, her eyes filled with more confidence for the battle to come.

Bai Zixuan arrived in a flurry. He rushed forward and hugged Yunhai tightly, scrutinizing her from head to toe. His hands trembled slightly, as if afraid he might accidentally hurt her.

"Yunhai, are you alright? Are you hurt?" His eyes were full of worry, and his anxious appearance was just like a little lamb that couldn't find its mother, which warmed Yunhai's heart, as if he had found a warm harbor in this fierce battlefield.

"I'm fine, Zixuan, it's just a scrape, nothing to worry about." Yunhai comforted him with a smile, but the smile was somewhat forced, and his pale face looked like a frostbitten eggplant, lifeless.

Her body was still aching slightly, but she knew in her heart that now was not the time to act coquettishly.

As the two were talking, Ming Sha's hearty laughter rang out again. The laughter was like a spring breeze blowing across the battlefield, making the surrounding trees sway gently and the leaves fall like a group of happy little elves dancing.

"You two are truly inseparable, but today you will all become my defeated opponents!" Ming Sha said, then skipped and hopped towards them.

Each step he took caused the earth to tremble slightly. His footsteps landed as if on the ground, raising a cloud of soft dust that danced in the breeze, like a joyful prelude to his arrival.

A series of shallow footprints appeared on the ground, and ripples quickly spread across the land around them, creating patterns like ripples, as if the earth itself was singing joyfully in his happiness. Yunhai looked at Mingsha, his eyes brightening like twinkling stars.

"We can't just surrender; we have to call on everyone to deal with him together." Her voice was melodious and pleasant, sounding especially crisp amidst the breeze and Ming Sha's laughter, like birdsong in the morning light, awakening the passion for battle.

"Alright, it's settled then." Bai Zixuan nodded, leading Yunhai towards the Lingxiao Sect disciples and villagers. Their figures swayed slightly in the breeze and dust, but every step they took was incredibly firm, as if they were carrying a belief.

When everyone saw Yunhai and Bai Zixuan return, they rushed over. The Lingxiao Sect senior brother, seeing their slightly disheveled appearance, grinned, his smile as bright as two crescent moons.

"Yunhai, are you alright? The situation seems a bit tricky. This Ming Sha is not easy to deal with." His voice carried a hint of teasing as he shifted his gaze from Yunhai and Bai Zixuan to the mischievous Ming Sha in the distance, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

Yunhai took a deep breath, smiled, and said to everyone, "Dear friends, we need to unite and deal with that guy Ming Sha together. He may be powerful, but we are not to be trifled with either! As long as we work together, we will definitely have a chance to defeat him!" Her eyes were full of confidence, and that confident light was like sunshine, able to drive away the surrounding gloom and bring everyone full of hope.

The villagers, though still a little scared, all nodded in agreement. An older villager stepped forward and said, "Miss Yunhai, just tell us what to do. We'll all listen to you."

"You saved our lives, and now it's our turn to do our part." His voice was a little hoarse, but full of strength. His weathered face was etched with the stories of time, and now, because of his firm belief, he looked particularly dignified.

Yunhai looked at everyone with emotion, and then began to make arrangements. "My fellow disciples of the Lingxiao Sect, your immortal techniques are incredibly powerful! It's up to you to restrain Ming Sha in the air! Use your immortal swords to attack him and try to disrupt his rhythm. You need to be as agile as birds, keeping him completely bewildered."

"The light of the Legend of Sword and Fairy is our light of hope. Use your power to let this light illuminate this darkness!" Yunhai's voice was full of energy, as if he were painting a super beautiful picture.

"Alright!" the Lingxiao Sect disciples answered in unison, gripping their immortal swords tightly. The spiritual energy on the swords shone even brighter, as if telling their masters, "We are ready for battle!" The swords hummed in their hands, as if they couldn't wait to fight Ming Sha.

The light shone like a bright star on the dim battlefield. Each ray contained the spiritual power of the Lingxiao Sect disciples. The spiritual power flowed through the sword like a rushing river, and its momentum was tremendous!

"Hey, villagers, hurry up and find some flammable stuff, we're going to make smoke bombs! We'll use this smoke to confuse that guy Ming Sha. These smoke bombs will be like our secret shield, making him lose his way in the smoke."

Yunhai said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with cleverness, as if she could already see victory beckoning to them.

"Alright, Miss Yunhai, we'll go right now!" Without a word, the villagers sprang into action. Although they lacked spiritual power, they were incredibly nimble. They ran wildly through the wind, searching everywhere for dry grass, wood, and other flammable materials. Some villagers swiftly climbed trees, breaking off dry branches; others rummaged through the nooks and crannies of the village, finding discarded wood.

Before long, they had gathered a lot of flammable materials. The piles of hay and wood together looked just like a small mountain full of hope.

"Zixuan, you take a few strong villagers and set up some simple traps around here. Make it impossible for that Ming Sha guy to defend against them. These traps are like hunters hiding in the dark, just waiting for their prey to take the bait." Yunhai looked at Bai Zixuan with eyes full of trust.

"Leave it to me!" Bai Zixuan led a group of young and strong villagers and busied themselves around the battlefield.

They made traps using branches, ropes, and sharp stones. Some traps were specifically designed to trip up the evil spirits. They cleverly hid the ropes in the grass, tying one end to a thick tree trunk. If the evil spirit wasn't careful and stepped on it, it would definitely fall flat on its face. Other traps were designed to trap them. They dug deep holes in the ground, inserted sharp stones into them, and then covered them tightly with branches and leaves, making them look no different from ordinary ground.

As they set the trap, beads of sweat appeared on the villagers' foreheads, and the sweat streamed down their cheeks, but they didn't complain at all; their eyes were filled with only the eager anticipation of victory.

Yunhai happily searched through the medical space system for all sorts of treasures that could enhance everyone's strength.

She unearthed some special elixirs, which she then meticulously refined using her modern medical knowledge. The elixirs emitted a faint medicinal fragrance, a fragrance that seemed to hold a mysterious magic.

"Come on, everyone, quickly swallow these pills! They'll boost your spiritual power and stamina like crazy. These pills are like giving our strength little wings, allowing us to fly high and fight for much longer!" Yunhai distributed the pills to everyone, her voice as gentle as a spring breeze, lightly caressing everyone's hearts.

After consuming the pills, everyone felt their bodies brimming with power. The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect felt their spiritual energy was even more abundant, as if they could unleash even more powerful immortal techniques. They could feel their spiritual energy surging within their bodies like small volcanoes, about to erupt. The villagers also felt inexhaustible energy; their legs, which had trembled with fear, were now steady, and their initial terror had lessened considerably, replaced by a surge of fighting courage. Everything was ready, and Ming Sha swaggered confidently towards them.

"Tch, you little brats, you think you can fight me?" Ming Sha looked at them with disdain. His huge body exuded a thick dark aura, which spread outwards like black waves. Wherever it went, the flowers and plants became listless, and even the air became icy cold.

"Ming Sha, take this!" Yun Hai shouted, his body moving like a swallow as he pounced towards Ming Sha in a flash.

She gripped a scalpel in her hand, the blade gleaming brightly in the sunlight, the runes on its edge resembling mysterious little incantations, looking quite formidable. Her movements were swift as the wind, aimed directly at Ming Sha's leg, her steps both steady and rapid, as if she were channeling all her strength into that single strike.

The disciples of the Lingxiao Sect were equally formidable, unleashing their immortal techniques one after another. Their immortal swords whizzed through the air, transforming into beautiful streaks of light, like shooting stars. The immortal swords collided with the dark power of the Netherworld, producing a crackling sound, the commotion as loud as thunder at the dawn of creation.

The sky was ablaze with colorful fireworks, a dazzling mix of light and darkness, a truly spectacular yet terrifying sight.

Each impact sent out many tiny sparks of spiritual energy, which flew around wildly in the strong wind, just like little stars fluttering in a storm. Some of the sparks fell to the ground and "poof" burned a small crater in the ground.

The villagers lit smoke bombs and hurled them at Ming Sha with a "whoosh." The smoke bombs flew in arcs, like shooting stars at night. When they exploded, thick smoke billowed out, and the smoke, like a giant black monster, lunged at Ming Sha with bared fangs and claws.

A pungent smell wafted from the thick smoke, a smell almost like death, making one want to vomit. The thick smoke quickly enveloped Ming Sha, and within it, his figure became blurry, only his large outline swaying in the smoke.

"Oh dear, these wretched humans!" Ming Sha roared angrily, waving his enormous arms wildly, trying to drive away the thick smoke. With each wave, he stirred up a strong gust of wind, which, like a mischievous little tornado, swirled the surrounding smoke around them, making them dizzy and disoriented.

But the thick smoke, like a spoiled child, kept pouring in, making Ming Sha somewhat irritable.

Just then, Ming Sha accidentally stepped into a trap with a "plop." His body swayed slightly, and the rope in the trap tightened with a "whoosh," the immense force causing the tree trunk to shake three times. However, Ming Sha was quite strong; although the rope didn't trip him up, it did make him pause slightly.