The daily life of a max-level immortal cultivator

Chapter 205 The Demonic Invasion

Xuanwu's eyes were blank for a moment, then he saw her seemingly sheathing her sword.

"Uncle Master?"

Liu Jun's expression gradually softened.

When did you provoke him?

Who "he" is, I suppose, needs no further explanation.

Xuanwu remained silent for a moment, then lowered his eyes and said, "I don't know either. He only appeared a few years ago. I initially thought it was due to a problem with my cultivation, but later I realized it wasn't..."

His answer was watertight, but Liu Jun still sensed that Xuan Wu was hiding something. He stared at him for a while, but still couldn't get any more information out of him.

"What should you do?"

Xuanwu looked at the person in front of him; her eyes seemed to hold emotions he could never understand.

"Does your martial uncle...know him?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Jun looked at him again, but... she wasn't just looking at him.

How much did he tell you?

The answer was self-evident, and Xuanwu took a step closer: "He only said that he and his uncle are old friends."

Liu Jun was silent for a moment, then suddenly chuckled, his eyes scrutinizing him: "Heh, an old friend? He and I are... just strangers."

"...Just strangers?"

"Yes, it is already a great mercy that I am not killing him."

Liu Jun stared at him and said, word by word, "After all, it's a grudge from tens of thousands of years ago. There's no point in dwelling on it now, don't you think, Zhou Yang?"

She knew it had always been him; he had never left.

Xuanwu looked at her with a choked voice: "It's been... a long time since anyone has called me by this name... Xing'er."

Liu Jun looked at him with a sneer: "Tell me, what exactly is your relationship with Xuanwu?"

If it weren't for that illusion, if she hadn't regained her memories, she might have truly lived a good life as the sect's patriarch, at least she could have lived happily for a long time.

She shouldn't have persisted in pursuing that bullshit truth time and time again, trying to reclaim her shattered soul.

Modern times, the mortal realm, the illusionary realm, the demonic realm, illusions—time and again, she relives everything that those fragments of her soul have experienced, until she becomes a complete version of herself.

So complete that when I saw this person again, I recognized him at first glance.

What Yin Xuan Zhenjun? He's just another person like her.

Liu Jun felt that this world was truly absurd, and that no matter how much one goes around in circles, the people one is meant to meet will eventually meet.

But why is it that the one who is still in control, covered in scars and from which era, is still the one from whom?

Anyone is fine, but why is it that the person named Liu Xingxing is in control of this body?

Her childhood was filled with devastation; she suffered all seven kinds of human suffering. Yet, she grew up in such a beautiful era. Unable to torment others, she could only torment herself.

They sought both death and life, yet even in death, they could not find peace.

Tens of thousands of years ago, her sins were already atoned for.

She slaughtered thousands of gods, causing the destruction of the divine realm. Therefore, she received the punishment she deserved, the cruelest punishment.

His divine essence was stripped away, his divine status was destroyed, he was tortured for a thousand years, and finally he was executed by the heavens, his soul was completely annihilated, leaving not a trace.

So what is she now?

Liu Jun sneered: "Shouldn't you be enjoying eternal bliss in the Divine Realm? Why have you ended up like this?"

"Xing'er, I was wrong..."

Liu Jun's eyes turned cold: "Is that all you can say?"

"I……"

Xuanwu was filled with self-reproach, but before he could say anything more, the demonic energy spreading in the air startled the two of them.

Liu Jun looked up at the sky with some surprise. It was able to seep into the formation, which showed how dense the demonic energy outside must be.

Liu Jun transformed into a streak of light and flew out of the barrier first, with Xuan Wu following closely behind.

……

The mountain-protecting formation has been triggered, and everyone in the sect is solemnly arrayed in front of the mountain, ready for battle.

As far as the eye could see outside the mountain-protecting formation, there was a vast, dark mass of demonic soldiers, their demonic energy surging into the sky, and more and more demonic soldiers were being teleported over.

Leading them were several rarely seen protectors, and the biggest demon, Qing Liye.

Now his strength is almost at the level of the Nightmare Queen, which is a real headache for the elders of the Xuanshan Sect.

They were aware of the demons' recent movements, but most of the battles only occurred at the gaps between the two realms. They never expected that so many demon soldiers would arrive at Penglai Ravine before they could even receive a message.

Moreover, their purpose is quite obvious: it's their Xuanshan Sect.

To spare no effort in manpower and resources to open the teleportation array and send so many demon soldiers to this place thousands of miles away—what a deep-seated hatred and grudge this must be!

The soaring demonic energy withered all the vegetation in the outside world, the wind rose and the clouds surged, and looking at the sky, it seemed as if the heavens were about to collapse, and all things were unable to emerge.

A great battle is about to begin.

"Demon! The hundred-year agreement promised by the Demon Clan has not yet ended, so why have you invaded my central territory? Aren't you afraid that my immortal sect will surround and annihilate you!"

As the sect leader, Lü Yuanbai stood in the air in front of the mountain and shouted in the lead.

"Hmph, a few insignificant immortal sects are not worthy to be compared with the Demon Realm. What does what Mo Chu agreed to have to do with me! I am here today for only one person. You scum are not worthy of my attention!"

"Hmph! Arrogant!"

Having already emerged from seclusion, Wangshan Zhishua opened the fan in his hand to cover half of his face, and replied with a nonchalant expression.

Although his cultivation level was not as high as Qing Liye's, there were others in the Xuanshan Sect whose cultivation was higher than Qing Liye's. That was why he could refute him so recklessly. He came to the Xuanshan Sect for this kind of protection in the first place.

"How dare you, a mere ant, contradict the Lord!"

Ningguang, standing beside Qing Liye, was indignant. After all, as Qing Liye's most loyal follower, she couldn't tolerate anyone saying a bad word about him.

Wang Shan's laugh was chilling: "I can't beat him, but I'd be interested in sparring with you."

Qing Liye's expression darkened: "Enough with the nonsense! Where's Liu Jun? Tell her to come out. I'm here because of her!"

Upon hearing this name, the expressions on the faces of everyone within the protective formation immediately became quite varied and interesting.

It was all because of her?!

Of all people to choose from, they specifically named the strongest one.

Lu Yuanbai swallowed hard, wondering when his ancestor had offended this devil.

Looking at the vast, dark mass of demonic soldiers outside, Immortal Friend Geng on Qiwu Peak said that he didn't know where the Ancestor was now either.

The ancestor's whereabouts are unpredictable; once he disappears, it may be for years or even decades. Now that the demon soldiers have reached his doorstep, where is he supposed to find him?

However, Xuanshan Sect is not without its members; True Lord Yinxuan is still here.

But Lü Yuanbai couldn't let his guard down.

Even if the True Lord appears, the guardians beside Qing Liye are not to be underestimated.

The incident happened suddenly; let's hope other sects receive the news and come to our aid soon...

Lu Yuanbai glanced silently at the disciples standing guard behind him and sighed without a sound, but he still did not lose in terms of momentum:

"Do any of you disciples dare to accept the challenge?!"

"To vanquish demons and uphold justice, we swear to defend Xuan Chu to the death!!!"

Lu Yuanbai looked at the demons outside with an air of righteous indignation: "How is it?"

Qing Liye sneered: "Heh, since that woman won't come out, then I'll raze the Xuanshan Sect to the ground today and see if she still dares to show herself!"

Qing Liye's expression was cold. He raised his hand and waved it forward, and the sounds of battle instantly rang out!

"Kill!!!"

As the horns sounded and the demon army advanced, the light of the mountain-protecting formation grew brighter, and the expressions of those within the formation became increasingly tense, all prepared to break through the formation and face the battle head-on.

"Roar!!!"

Just then, a deafening dragon roar descended from the sky, abruptly halting the demon army's charge.

Everyone present stared in shock at the mysterious behemoth that was moving through the churning dark clouds in the sky. Then, a huge dragon head emerged from the clouds, gazing down at the mortal realm with an overwhelming sense of oppression, like an ancient deity.

Even more terrifying, atop the dragon's head stood a figure dressed in colorful divine robes, whose face was obscured, also watching the situation below.

How terrifying is a person who can control dragons?

The next moment, the person standing at the dragon's head disappeared, and in his place, another person floated in the air and stood between the two groups of people.

Looking at that tall, aloof, and extraordinary back, Lü Yuanbai was almost moved to tears.

The elders, who had already recognized him, respectfully bowed and greeted him: "Welcome, Ancestor!"

"Ah."

The person didn't turn around, but simply gave a faint reply, which was considered a response.

The disciples behind them were a beat slower, but they also followed the elders' example and bowed, saying, "Welcome, Ancestor!"

Liu Jun then turned around to look at them.