Immortal Travel of Longevity

The demonic halberd surged forward, only to be sucked straight into the Taotie's belly.

Wang He's mind stirred at the sight. "Truly worthy of a Taotie..." he murmured.

He retreated a few steps. When he looked again, the Taotie unleashed a deafening roar.

In that instant, neither cultivator nor ghost cultivator was spared. The moment it opened its maw, everything in the world seemed reduced to food upon its plate.

"Fellow Daoists, raise your swords!"

Hum...

Accompanied by a chorus of ringing steel, countless Flying Swords took to the air.

"Form the Four-Direction Slaughter Formation!"

The Flying Swords surged higher, piercing through all four directions.

In an instant, the sky-filling Flying Swords multiplied into a boundless expanse—one dividing into two, two into three, and three giving rise to a myriad blades.

"Go!"

A cultivator raised his hand and swept it forward.

An endless rain of swords plummeted, carrying immeasurable killing intent and Sword Qi as they slashed toward the Taotie.

Roar!

The Flying Swords tore through the Taotie's skin and flesh, reducing its body to a mangled mess in the blink of an eye.

Screaming in agony, the Taotie turned its blood-red eyes upward and thrashed violently, causing the entire mountain range to quake.

Boom!

Clang!

Countless Sword Cultivators held up two fingers in sword seals, directing their blades to slay the demon.

Watching the spectacle, Wang He raised a hand. "How could I let you kill it so easily?" he muttered.

With a sweep of his hand, the ghost cultivators surged forward, charging straight at the cultivators.

Wang He raised his hand, coalescing demonic energy into a Demon Sword. Gripping the hilt, he vanished from his spot and materialized right in front of the cultivator leading the formation.

"You—"

Wang He raised his sword and slashed down.

With a sickening tearing sound, the cultivator let out a bloodcurdling scream and was sent flying backward.

At that moment, the rain of swords dissolved into chaos.

The erratic Flying Swords began to plummet. With a single swipe of its massive claw, the Taotie swatted nearly half of them out of the sky.

Pfft!

The shattering of the formation unleashed a severe backlash.

Many cultivators clutched their chests, coughing up mouthfuls of blood.

The demonic cultivators seized the opportunity to strike, churning up surges of ghostly energy to completely encircle the cultivators.

Thump! Thump!

The beating of the Taotie's heart echoed as if right next to their ears.

Chen Changsheng's expression was grave as he rose to his feet.

It seemed they would have to retreat for now.

Caught in this two-pronged assault, the Mysterious Gate had already been defeated. Even if the surviving cultivators had any strength left, they were no match for the demonic cultivators. In the end, they would simply become the Taotie's next meal.

But matters were far from that simple.

"Stay your hands."

A holy voice drifted through the air.

Kong Ru arrived upon the clouds, his gaze sweeping over the routed forces of the Mysterious Gate and the aggressive demonic cultivators.

Wang He's brow twitched upward as he noticed countless cultivators of the Literary Dao following closely behind the newcomer.

Kong Ru closed his eyes and spoke. "Suppress the demonic! Subdue the demons!"

Harnessing the power of the Literary Dao, he resonated with heaven and earth, bringing down a crushing pressure.

In that instant, countless wails of ghosts and howls of wolves erupted. A fierce, piercing wind swept through, scattering the horde of ghost cultivators.

Even the Taotie below was forcefully suppressed by those spoken words.

"Subdue the demons!"

"Suppress the demonic!"

Countless Literary Dao cultivators echoed the Sage's words.

The power of the Literary Dao pressed down.

A series of deafening booms echoed in their ears. The Taotie threw its head back and howled at the sky, yet it found itself utterly immobilized.

Kong Ru's gaze swept over the gathered cultivators.

The members of the Mysterious Gate looked up at him, a heavy silence settling in their hearts.

To think that today, their Mysterious Gate was inferior to the Literary Dao—a path that had risen to prominence a mere few centuries ago.

It was truly laughable.

Kong Ru shifted his gaze to Wang He and spoke softly, "Demon Sovereign, will you not retreat?"

Wang He stowed his Demon Sword away, a smirk curling the corner of his lips.

"Fine, fine. I've had my fun anyway."

"Haha..."

Wang He laughed. With a wave of his hand, the Gate of the Yellow Springs swung wide open. Countless demonic cultivators pulled back, withdrawing entirely from the fray.

The demonic cultivators turned on their heels, and in the blink of an eye, vanished from the scene.

Witnessing this sudden shift, the inner demon frowned.

"Why are the Literary Dao people here!"

A flash of concern crossed the inner demon's face. This directly clashed with his plans.

By all logic, Kong Ru shouldn't even be here.

Kong Ru lowered his gaze to the Taotie pinned to the earth. In truth, at this very moment, he still had not fully understood his own intentions.

He hadn't actually come for the Taotie today, but for the demonic cultivators. No matter the era, there was no justification for demonic cultivators to hold sway.

"Many thanks, Literary Sage."

Kong Ru raised a hand. "I cannot offer you much help..."

The cultivators of the Mysterious Gate breathed a sigh of relief, yet they had clearly misunderstood something.

"The affairs of our Mysterious Gate should naturally be handled by our own hands!"

"Fellow Daoists!"

"Raise your swords!"

At that moment, the sword formation rose once more.

And the Taotie remained completely unable to move an inch beneath the pressure of the Literary Dao.

Roar!

It bellowed, its eyes red. Under the weight of this worldly force, it struggled to even lift its head.

The inner demon frowned, his gaze instinctively drifting to his side.

Zhao Yuqing was already gone.

...

The sky-filling rain of swords stood suspended above.

Countless Divine Abilities and Arts and Techniques all fell upon those swords.

The Taotie seemed to have become a lamb awaiting slaughter.

"Drop!"

As the Mysterious Gate cultivator's single word fell, the rain of swords plummeted down.

But suddenly, a figure strode forward. In the next instant, Sword Intent surged upward.

"Get lost!"

A single sweep of a sword slashed out, striking down the vast majority of the falling Flying Swords.

The cultivators' expressions changed slightly.

Looking closely, someone instantly recognized the newcomer.

"Demonic fiend!"

"Zhao Yuqing!"

Zhao Yuqing rose, sword in hand, and positioned himself in front of the Taotie.

He tugged at his robes, and numerous pieces of Sea Spirit Gold tumbled out. In the next moment, he forcefully sent them straight into the Taotie's body.

"Disciple, your Master is here to save you."

After doing so, he stood in front of the Taotie, raising his sword to face the many mighty figures of the Daoist Gate.

Zhao Yuqing's sudden appearance caught even Chen Changsheng off guard.

"He really has a death wish!"

Chen Changsheng's expression changed. He clearly knew that with Zhao Yuqing's abilities, he likely had few rivals in this world. The problem was that he wasn't facing just a single person.

He was facing numerous mighty figures from all the various sects of the Mysterious Gate. With their combined strength, how could they be so easy for Zhao Yuqing to fend off?

"You have a lot of nerve, Zhao Yuqing!"

"To actually make an enemy out of all the cultivators in the world!"

"Die, demonic fiend!"

The sword formation rose once more, but this time, every single blade was aimed squarely at Zhao Yuqing.

Zhao Yuqing took a deep breath. Raising his sword to face the multitude of cultivators and the pouring rain of swords, he did not show a single ounce of fear.

The Sea Spirit Gold fell into the Taotie's mouth, fine threads continuously spreading across its physical body.

Looking over, Kong Ru's heart suddenly gave a jolt.

The wounds on the Taotie's body were continuously mending. Surging golden threads stitched the injuries together, generating fresh flesh and blood right before their very eyes.

"What is that thing..."

Kong Ru furrowed his brow, suddenly feeling a sense of foreboding.

Hum!

The rain of swords plummeted down, and Zhao Yuqing held up his sword to block them.

His imposing aura pressed outward, sweeping those many Immortal Swords aside.

But more Flying Swords came rushing in. With only one man and one sword, how could he possibly hold them all off?

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