Liu Xu hadn't expected Yun Xian to be so unlucky. After all this time, she finally saw Yun Xian. To say she wasn't delighted would be a lie. However, the current situation clearly didn't allow for joy—the Sect Master was watching from behind!

Liu Feiran had just fought a long battle with the Xingyan Sect's leader, leaving him severely wounded. He'd only managed to find time to go to Xinglin Pavilion for emergency treatment. Now, at the end of his strength, he remained composed. However, while he was indeed severely wounded, Liu Chang and Liu Xinke were unharmed. Now, their aged faces stared at the solitary Yun Xian before them, like two dehydrated cucumbers.

I have to say they are indeed a family, they look so alike.

"It seems that Heaven will not forgive you." Liu Hun gritted his teeth and said, "You destroyed my Young Master's golden core and have been living freely for so long. Now it's just karma!"

How could he be as stupid as Liu Shi? Liu Chang's face twitched and he said, "Shut up!"

Now they are still mentioning Liu Shi. The Demon Cult has already done this. Are they afraid that the Sword Cult will become a public enemy?

When mentioning Liu Shi, Yun Xian noticed that Liu Feiran didn't look as angry as she'd imagined. Perhaps he'd already accepted the situation. But she also felt that the fact that he'd been in the mood to eat beef noodles that night when Liu Shi's golden core was destroyed was enough to prove that he wasn't a very competent father.

It was mainly Liu Xin. It was the first time Yun Xian had met the manipulator, and he was surprised to say, "Taiping, she doesn't seem to like me very much."

Taiping screamed, "It's a wonder she likes you, okay?! You've ruined her nephew!"

I wonder if Dao Zong actually believed it. The more one knows about the inside story, the easier it is to believe. Yun Xian looked again and saw Zhong Changyao following her in the corner. However, his presence was so faint that if you didn't look carefully, you wouldn't even know he was there. She said calmly, "I can explain."

"What do you want to explain?" Liu Chang asked, "Why did you appear in the Northern Territory?"

"I'm here to investigate the altar." Yun Xian stood up and took a half step back without leaving a trace. "No matter what grudges we had before, we are now facing a powerful enemy. If you have anything to say, talk it over nicely and don't use violence."

He is truly adaptable and flexible. Taiping feels like crying when he sees this.

Liu Xu quickly said, "Yes, Sect Master, the situation is unclear and very dangerous."

It seemed that her prestige within the sect was gradually building up. A junior sister also said after her, "Senior Sister Liu Xu is right."

Yun Xian was very pleased. He glanced at Liu Xin's expression and said, "The matter of the altar is so illusory now. We can't believe it so easily. Its purpose is to divide the four realms. If we take it seriously, we will fall into its trap."

Liu Xin said coldly: "Whether it can be believed or not, I think you are very clear about it."

One man versus an entire sect, and instead of an immediate clash of orders and bloodshed, they engaged in a lengthy back-and-forth bickering. No one would dare believe this. However, this wasn't some Tianyuan Martial Arts Tournament. There were internal and external troubles. The remaining cultivators in the outside world were using all their strength to counter the formation. If they could delay for half an hour, the Northern Realm would sink into the sea. No one knew how long they could hold out. Furthermore, Yun Xian hadn't revealed his trump card yet, and the final outcome was...

The door to the Sword Pavilion in the altar had long since gone out. No matter how much Yun Xian planned now, it would be in vain.

Liu Chang closely watched Yun Xian's every move, waiting to see her next action. Finally, Yun Xian raised her hand! She moved!

Her ear must have been a little itchy, so she scratched her right ear.

Liu Chang: “…”

How come this damn kid looks so worthy of a beating?

With new and old grudges, the disciples of the Sword Sect were ready to make a move. Liu Xu's expression gradually froze. Liu Xin glanced at the injured Liu Feiran inconspicuously, raised his hand, and before he could say anything, he heard a sharp scream coming from not far away!

Sword energy was everywhere, and a light blue and white color appeared outside the clouds. In just a few breaths, the figure flashed in front of Yun Xian.

Everyone from Jiange is here!

Seeing Xiao Wu at the head of the group, Yun Xian breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank goodness, thank goodness! At least everyone brought their parents, so it was sort of fair..." "Why is the Sixth Elder still holding straw sandals? Was he still weaving when he was sucked in?"

Su Chi followed Yun Xian closely and asked briefly, "Are you hurt?"

"It's okay." This time, Yun Xian straightened his back a lot, his energy was no longer weak, and he was no longer panicked. He righteously accused: "It's already this time, and you still care about these petty gains! Even if you let Liu Feiran ascend, what will happen? If the Sword God ascends, can he protect future generations? If he could, would the Sword Pavilion still be like this?"

The change in attitude is astonishing.

"Who allowed you to address the Sect Master by his name?" Liu Hun angrily said, "How ridiculous! If the Sword God hadn't protected you, how could you be alive today?!"

Yun Xian felt that he had a huge misunderstanding of himself: "I have survived until now entirely on my own!"

This wasn't good. With this stalemate and the constant probing, no one could leave. Yun Xian's gaze shifted slightly as he tensed, "Be careful! Look there!"

"Such a crude tactic was used once during the great battle. How could our Sword Sect be fooled a second time?" Liu Feiran finally spoke. He said in a low voice, "My son's revenge..."

Before he could finish his words, a scream was heard. Everyone, alert, looked in the direction of the sound. The last disciple of the Sword Sect was focused on the front, completely unaware that the lava had already surged to his heels. In a moment, the hem of his legs was stained with flames, and he immediately rolled on the ground in pain. The flames could not be extinguished or quenched. Several people rushed over and forcibly pulled off his clothes, finally saving him from danger. However, his exposed calves were charred black, and the blood had evaporated.

That wasn't the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing was the sword he'd dropped into the lava—how could it be made of anything mortal, considering it served as the innate spiritual weapon of the elite of various sects? But that incredibly solid spiritual sword only sank and floated twice in the lava before vanishing without a trace.

If a spiritual knife is like this, what about the human body? I'm afraid that if you fall into it, you will die without even a breath!

"This thing is getting closer." The speed is much faster than she imagined. Liu Xin made a quick decision and said, "Let's go!"

The Sword Sect disciples, wielding their swords with practiced dexterity, lifted their incapacitated fellow and rushed towards the altar on the horizon. However, the further they walked, the more they felt something was amiss. Glancing to the left, they saw the scattered disciples of the Sword Pavilion following behind them. They looked extremely disorganized and undisciplined, yet their agility and speed made them impossible to shake off!

There was no way to fight, but it was too embarrassing to leave together. The two disciples disliked each other and could only run for their lives while swearing at each other:

"Why are you from Jian Ge following us? Don't you have a way to go?"

"You better find a way first! If anyone wants to be on the same side as you, don't talk to us. If you say a few more words, your brain will be turned stupid."

"I've already told you, Liu Shixing shouldn't take down the entire Dao Sect!!"

"How could there be a giant lizard in this lava...Haha, giant lizard! You Sword Sect are lame!!"

“…”

After a desperate escape of a quarter of an hour, the two sects finally left the surging, terrifying lava behind them. But they all knew that it would only continue to retreat forward, and no one could rest easy until they reached the final altar.

When they reached the dividing point, the leading Xiao Wu and Liu Xin looked at each other coldly, one heading west and the other east, and without saying a word, they suddenly parted ways.

Both of them knew that there was no benefit in fighting each other now. Given the nature of the Sword Sect, if they wanted to wipe out a sect, they would only start with smaller sects that were weaker than their own.

After passing the hellish red lava, we now came to the yellow land that was dry and cracked. The nearby river channel was exposed under the gloomy light. The surrounding area was full of the bones of unknown monsters, which had sunk into the soil, as if they had died of thirst.

The Jiange group finally found a chance to catch their breath and stopped briefly here.

Finally able to talk, Qiao Lingshan put down her sword and said with a sullen face, "I should have known not to let you go to the Northern Territory. You've been traveling for so many days, and now you're still here."

"That's not true. No one knew it would be like this." Yun Xian wiped his sweat and said, "The Northern Realm still has Xinglin Pavilion and Qiankun City to support it. What's going on in the Eastern Realm? What's the situation?"

"The elite members of the Qinfang have all arrived. The other small sects are gathering and forming a battle formation, but they shouldn't be able to hold out for long. Before I came in, the tallest buildings were all pierced by the mountain, and there was a rumbling sound everywhere. Fortunately, everyone inside was evacuated in advance, so there shouldn't be any casualties." It was so terrifying that Feng Ye said with lingering fear: "Qin Ya and the others should be with the sect leader, but I don't know where they were taken."

"..." Yun Xian paused and discovered his blind spot: "So, Feng Ye, why are you still here?"

This isn't a four-way war involving realms! Every sect is preparing for its own survival. Feng Ye should be at the Qinfang, so why is he still in Jiange?!

Feng Ye complained: "I don't know either! My eyes went dark and I'm here..."

The crack beneath her feet seemed to be widening, and she couldn't stay here for long. Xiao Wu looked into the distance and heard the sound of weapons clashing. She didn't know which faction had started fighting. She frowned and said, "It seems like this is forcing us to meet."

At this rate, their range of movement was shrinking. No matter how hard they tried to evade, as long as they didn't want to die, they would eventually gather in front of the altar. Add to that the casualties along the way, and the strength of the people from the four realms would only be weakened. The only change would be a greater or lesser weakening.

Dark clouds thickened the sky, as if a pair of hands were covering the heavens. This entire barrier was under Chi You's control. It was dark everywhere, without a single ray of light. Even the distant snowfield was gloomy and shimmering with a green light like a ghost's fire.

It seems like the end of the world is coming. Both the situation and the circumstances are depressing enough.

Yun Xian suddenly remembered something and looked up and asked, "Big Brother, didn't Elder Jiang come in with us?"

"No." Su Chi said, "I also entered alone and did not detect his presence."

"He doesn't seem to be able to swim... Never mind, I hope he's okay. He can't swim, but the demons always learn without a teacher, so they should be able to save him." Yun Xian said hurriedly, "He said before that the energy source of this folding formation should be placed in humans, or in other words, in demons. Chi You regards his own demonic essence as the source, and if it doesn't die, this formation will not stop."

It makes no difference whether I say it or not. Now Chiyou is like this, it is clear that he wants to fight to the death, it is either you or me. If we don't kill him, will we let him continue to make trouble?

The key was how to kill him. Since the last battle with the Miaoshou Sect, how could Chi You possibly allow Su Chi or Li Jianye to get close? But if he didn't use the ancient artifact to break through his defenses, all attacks would be ineffective.

Yun Xian pondered and said, "It seems that the Buddhist Purple Gold Bowl is still in the hands of Master Mingguang... But during the incident with the Body Forging Sect, the Purple Gold Bowl did have a restrictive effect on Chi You, but it wasn't that strong."

Of course, it could also be that it was just a fragment of Chi You. However, it was common knowledge that Buddha's Qi could defeat demons, otherwise Chi You wouldn't have attacked the Western Realm so immediately. He must have been prepared.

The disciples of Jiange were milling about like idiots, their faces showing varying expressions, but none of them seemed panicked. Instead, they offered advice, saying, "Anyone who wishes to manipulate the barrier must also be within it. Senior Sister Xiaoyun, we must first know where it is!"

"Peaceful." Yun Xian asked, "Is Chi You currently in the barrier?"

Taiping Dao: "Of course it is. However, no one knows where it is except for its side. It can wander around or stay in one place. It will not appear unless it actively wants to show up or its power is weakened to a certain limit."

"Taiping?" The disciples exclaimed in astonishment, "Is it the Taiping Sword?! The Sect-Guarding Divine Sword?!"

"It seems so! But isn't this Kuishou? Why is he making that sound? It's so shrill, like a little mouse! So cute!"

It would have been better if he hadn't come. Taiping had been fed up with Yun Xian's cold treatment, and now that he was suddenly praised, he started to put on airs: "Hmph! Don't touch me with your hands!"

"But this barrier is full of people, and it's impossible to hide in the lava. Wandering around will only lead to discovery." Yun Xian pondered: "Where else can it hide to ensure that no one will break through..."

Her thoughts were abruptly interrupted. A rotting corpse suddenly burst forth from the cracked earth beneath her feet. It resembled a fish, its eyes staring up at the sky, a pair of murky, terrifying brown eyes. Before Yun Lang could draw her sword, Su Chi slashed down with a wave of sword energy, sending the creature crashing to the ground, turning into a blood-red pulp. Its two tiny eyes were still moving chaotically, the pulp opening and closing, bubbles rising like the constant wriggling of a fish's mouth.

Feng Ye was almost splashed with water, but luckily he blocked it with the zither grille. He trembled and said, "What the hell is this?!"

"That's not right." Xiao Wu said seriously, "Don't think too much about it for now, let's get going!"

This barrier looked turbulent on the surface, and in reality, it was no different. As she finished her words, from every crack in the earth leaped the same rotting dead fish, each with a mouthful of beast-like sharp teeth. Once they bit, they wouldn't let go, their skeletal bodies thrashing until they tore off a piece of flesh.

It came too fast and too suddenly, and the Sword Pavilion's members scrambled to respond. Sword energy crisscrossed the parched land, and the stench of blood and decay permeated everyone's noses. Despite their utmost defense, even the slightest omission would lead to an attack. Soon, many disciples were injured. The most seriously injured had a massive bloody hole on their arm, dripping blood. As soon as the blood hit the ground, it was licked up by the strange fish.

This disciple was also very stubborn and didn't say a word. Yun Xian subconsciously wanted to take medicine from the storage ring, but found nothing. He was stunned.

All the storage rings are gone!

"Let's go!" A fellow disciple tore off his clothes to bandage her temporarily. Yun Lang unleashed his sword technique, sweeping away countless monsters, sending flesh and mud splattering everywhere. He solemnly said, "I'll cover your rear!"

While rushing towards the altar, although the wind was whistling, the scenery was flashing, and the terrain was constantly changing, it was still obvious that there was smoke everywhere and fighting was endless.

Often, these people didn't believe in words of ascension or altars; they simply sought a foothold, ultimately turning on their competitors. The scope shrank, and danger lurked everywhere. At this critical juncture, no one could blame anyone else.

It wasn't long before the barrier turned into a jungle where the strong preyed on the weak.

The Hehuan Sect, a sect from the western realm that I had seen before, was fleeing in panic. Liang Xiao had blood on the corner of his lips and was carried on the shoulders of a sect member. He passed by Yun Xian with his mind blurred and he could not even recognize him.

This won't do. Yun Xian frowned, thinking to herself, this won't do.

Other sects were one thing, but if even the Seventh Sect had lost their ability to defend themselves and were constantly engaged in internal strife, their fighting power would have been nearly depleted before they even reached the altar… But why hadn't she met the person she wanted to see yet?! Her luck couldn't possibly be so bad at this point!

Amidst the drifting wind, Su Chi's voice rang beside her ears: "I'm ready."

There was no beginning or end. Yun Xian tilted his head and said, "What?!"

"I am your sword." Su Chi looked at her with an indifferent expression, his hair flying in the wind. "Please tell me when it is time for me to unsheathe."

“…”

At the same time.

On the hill.

The two sides looked at each other.

Xue Lingxiu looked at Qi Zhiye with a sour face, the corners of his lips twitched twice, and he thought to himself, how unlucky it is to meet you again, he would rather meet Chi You.

Qi Zhiye looked at Xue Lingxiu, who was smirking, and just wanted to bang the wooden fish. He thought, why is this Yin-Yang ghost here again? Where's Yun Xian? Where's Ji Xiaoxue? Where's the stinky witch? Are they all so busy?

The two of them disliked each other, and Mingguang and Li Pei were also extremely embarrassed.

Mingguang: "Abbot, this..."

Li Pei said: "Sister, we..."

There are many hidden dragons and crouching tigers on this small hill, and the Buddhist sect actually encountered the Miaoshou sect!

The abbot said, "Amitabha."

Li Jianye said: "A doctor has a kind heart."

The disciples of both factions were bewildered. The poisoned seawater below was still surging upwards, and the mountaintop was clearly only wide enough for one sect to stand. So, should they fight or not?

If we don't fight, there won't be enough people to stand. If we fight... can the fans of the Miaoshou Sect break the Golden Bell of the Buddhist Sect? Will the Buddhist Sect really fight? It seems unlikely. So should we cooperate? Who can trust whom now? Even the Buddhist Sect can't be trusted completely.

The leader didn't move, and the others didn't move either. The two of them stood there as punishment for almost an incense stick.

It happened in a flash. Li Jianye was holding his chest and coughing one moment, and suddenly attacked the next moment. The iron fan and silver hook were sharp, and he attacked the abbot who was standing still with a thousand pounds of force. The abbot sighed, Buddha's energy flashed, and golden light appeared all over his body. In an instant, he took the thundering blow!

The two leaders engaged in a fierce battle, shaking the earth and the sky, darkening the sun and the moon, and causing the mountains to tremble.

But despite this, the disciples of the two sects were still staring blankly at each other, and no one showed any intention of standing up and starting a melee.

It even looked a bit funny. It didn't seem like a confrontation, but more like they were gathering together to watch some end-of-term gala.

Qi Zhiye took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, thinking, this is truly a unique sight.

Xue Lingxiu met his gaze, took out her fan, and flung it towards him insincerely. Finally, with a slight sound, the two factions began to tussle. The scene was not only not cruel, but even unusually heartwarming, accompanied by the earnest voice of the Buddhist elder brother: "Donor, why do you have to do this... Put down the fan quickly..."

After another palm-to-palm exchange, Li Jianye took a half step back, cold sweat already covering his forehead. Her eyes became fierce, and she turned her wrist, striking the host's eyebrows with a sharp blow.

At the moment when the two of them were closest, she whispered inaudibly, "Has the thing been given away?"

The host looked up suddenly and was about to answer when she heard her say, "With her? If not, then say Amitabha. If yes, then say Ami Tofu."

Host: “…………”

The two finally stopped their attack, the host saluted with one hand, and said in a deep voice, a little hot on the lips: "Ah...Ami Tofu."