Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Immortal Alliance Comes to Aid

A sudden thunderclap shattered the sky.

Three massive purple-robed ships tore through the clouds.

Emblazoned on their hulls were the scorching characters “Eastern Domain Immortal Alliance,” glowing like red-hot branding irons.

On the decks stood four figures, their auras dense and imposing.

At the forefront was a man with a face carved from stone, clad in dark iron scale armor—the head law elder of the Immortal Alliance, Xuan Lie.

His left hand rested on the waist of his long blade “Mountain Severer,” whose scabbard was embedded with seven demon cores emitting a faint, eerie light.

Beside him stood three other elders.

An old man in a crimson robe wielded a blazing red gourd, from which the Samadhi True Fire flickered—this was Xuan Yan, famed in the Eastern Domain for his “Blazing Heaven Technique.”

A swordsman in white carried a simple, ancient long sword, its tassels adorned with three bronze sword bells. Though the bells remained silent as he moved, the sword sheath faintly emitted a dragon’s roar. He was Xuan Jianzi, renowned for sweeping through the Southern Domain with his “Sword Sea Vast Waves” sword domain.

The last elder wore dark golden soft armor, two short blades sheathed diagonally on his back, and a dark iron eye patch over his right eye. The patch bore the terrifying carving of a ghostly mask—it was Xuan Sha, who, three centuries ago, shattered seventeen evil cultivator dens with his “Soul-Seeking Bone-Eroding Blades.”

Lei Qianjun’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he hurriedly knelt.

“Junior disciple Lei Qianjun pays respects to Elder Ao and the honoured elders!”

“With you all here, those brats from Xuantian Sect wouldn’t dare show their faces—it's a death wish!”

“Yin Jiuniang of the Ghost Gu Palace, greetings to the esteemed elders.”

Yin Jiuniang suppressed her usual allure, bowing her head in respect, her silk robe shifting slightly to reveal a tattoo of a red serpent coiled around her neck.

“Xie Mingyuan of the Qingfeng Sword Sect pays homage to Elder Xuan Lie and the venerable seniors!”

“Junior has set the fatal sword formation and is willing to serve as vanguard, sworn to slay our enemies!”

Xie Mingyuan knelt on one knee, bowing deeply.

With a wave of Xuan Lie’s hand, a fierce wind lifted the three of them.

The Mountain Severer blade hummed softly within its sheath.

“No need for formalities.”

“The Immortal Alliance decree: Xuantian Sect has indulged its disciples, repeatedly violating Eastern Domain prohibitions, and even massacred affiliated sects—this is a blatant affront to the Alliance’s authority.”

“Today, we dispatch Elder Xuan Lie and the others to ambush and capture their core disciples, to uphold the Alliance’s rules and warn all factions!”

Xuan Lie’s voice boomed like a great bell, each word heavy with undeniable authority.

Xuan Yan weighed the crimson gourd in his hand, a three-foot flame flickering from its mouth.

“Elder Lie, isn’t this overkill?”

“That Xiao Yi is arrogant because of his dual exotic flames, right?”

“Perfect chance to let him taste my ‘Blazing Purple Flame’—back then, one gourd of my fire reduced even a Divine Transformation-level Frozen Ice Jiao to ashes. Why fear that brat?”

“I hear Su Wan’s innate sword physique is quite interesting, and she even fused it with the remnant soul of Tai’a.”

“Today, she’ll witness what ‘Sword Sea Vast Waves’ truly means.”

“In my sword domain, myriad swords surge like tides. Even the sword bones of Divine Transformation cultivators will be crushed to dust.”

Xuan Jianzi suddenly raised his hand to grip his sword’s hilt; the ancient blade emitted a clear, melodious dragon’s roar, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

“Been a long time since I stretched my limbs. Heard there’s someone here with an innate Dao embryo—just the rare feast for my ‘Netherworld Soul Severing Hook.’”

Xuan Sha licked his lips, his single eye flashing a savage light.

Lei Qianjun’s heart burned with fervor as he hurried forward, flattering them.

“The four of you hold unparalleled divine might, unrivaled across the world. Those kids from Xuantian Sect won’t even dare approach the valley!”

“Exactly.”

Yin Jiuniang’s fingertips entwined with the ghostly silk gu, which suddenly stood on end.

“In my nine Nether Coffins, I’ve just bred three ‘Soul Devouring Corpse Fiends.’ They can hone their skills and serve as your vanguard.”

Xie Mingyuan was even more excited, sweat beading on his forehead.

“My fatal sword formation is already set. Once Su Wan steps onto the western cliff face, she’ll be pierced by ten thousand swords.”

Lei Qianjun and the others looked upon this spectacle with wild joy.

With these four fierce gods guarding the rear, not to mention Su Wan and her three companions, even if Xuantian Sect mobilized all its forces, today they would be reduced to ashes!

Xiao Yi, Su Wan, Zhao Hao, and Lin Wan’er descended on the front of the Valley of Ten Thousand Thunders, riding the spiritual wind. Their intense aura shocked everyone nearby.

The cultivators watching from distant peaks had long been eager for this moment. As four streaks of light cut across the horizon, the crowd erupted in waves of astonishment.

“Look! Aren’t those the four elite disciples of Xuantian Sect?”

“A year ago in the Fallen Immortal Secret Realm, Xiao Yi could barely muster a single exotic flame, and Su Wan’s sword domain couldn’t even fully expand. And now, so soon…”

“Zhao Hao’s broken formation blade at his waist! The fissure runes on its sheath glow terrifyingly; it must be able to cleave through the energy of Void Refinement cultivators!”

“And Lin Wan’er! That golden light on her brow means her innate Dao embryo has fully awakened. No wonder the spiritual energy of heaven and earth bends to her will!”

“Only a year! Xiao Yi surged from the seventh level of Void Refinement to the third level of Integration, and Su Wan fused her innate sword physique with the remnant soul of Tai’a. Their advancement is nothing short of defying the heavens!”

“Couldn’t imagine their strength would grow this much in just a year. Now… they probably can match the Divine Transformation stage!”

The murmurs rolled like a tide, some counting the time on their fingers, voices trembling.

Amidst the gasps, the Valley of Ten Thousand Thunders’ guards gripped their weapons with cold sweat dripping from their hands. Some whispered fearfully to their companions, trembling:

“These four emanate a more terrifying aura than the rumors. If a fight breaks out, I doubt any of us can survive more than three moves…”

“I, Xiao Yi of Xuantian Sect, hereby declare by the order of Master Ye Chentian: today we will level the Valley of Ten Thousand Thunders, leaving no survivors!”

“Lei Qianjun, Yin Jiuniang, Xie Mingyuan, your days are numbered!”

Xiao Yi stepped forward, his voice like thunder rolling across the land. His gaze swept through the crowd like a sharpened blade, killing intent icy and resolute.