<h4>Chapter 1622: Chapter 1619: Sword Pointed at Biluo Immortal Continent</h4>
The thunderous voice was like an explosion, causing ripples in the surrounding space.
Before the echoes could fade, the thick mist seemed to be torn apart by invisible giant hands, and a group of figures surged out, led by none other than Cann n Leader – Cann Yifeng.
Cann Yifeng stood tall and straight, draped in a moon-white long robe fluttering lightly in the wind, his garments flowing like clouds in the sky, exuding an immortal’s grace.
Intricate and delicate wave patterns were embroidered with silver thread on the robe, winding and weaving like flowing water, glimmering with a faint light in the mottled light and shadow through the mist, highlighting his identity as part of the Immortal n and its unique heritage.
His face was fair as jade, with sword-like brows and starry eyes, his gaze deep as a mysterious pool, revealing wisdom and insight, which at this moment turned cold and scrutinizing due to the intruders’ sudden appearance.
A high nose ridge, straight and hard as a towering mountain, thin lips lightly pressed together, emanating an aura of authority without anger. His ck hair was tied neatly behind, with a few strands falling to his forehead, adding a touch of casual freedom.
The spiritual power around him was like a misty haze, swirling gently. Though not as vast and inscrutable as that of a divine being, it waspact and pure, freely flowing, showcasing the profound foundation of an Immortal Venerate Realm expert.
With every gesture, a gentle breeze seemed to apany him, as fallen leaves and dust at his feet seemed drawn by his spiritual power, subtly returning to ce, silently demonstrating his exquisite control over his spiritual power.
Behind him, the n’s elders and elite disciples stood in orderly formation, their robes mostly in shades of light blue and in white, embroidered with patterns resonating with the spirit of water or ancient melodies of the Immortal n, symbolizing their dedication to the study and preservation of the n’s cultivation techniques.
The elders bore solemn expressions, their eyes shing with brilliance, the experiences and cultivation levels umted over years clearly reflected in their brows and eyes, mostly at higher Immortal levels, just a step away from the Immortal Venerate Realm.
The young elite disciples, full of vigor, their gaze brimming with curiosity and vignce, spiritual power flickering around them, with cultivation levels at the Golden Immortal or Taiyi Golden Immortal Realm, resembling budding sharp des, full of potential and vitality.
In an instant, they surrounded Xu Wendong and the Blood Princess, yet their formation was tight and disciplined, evidently well-trained and versed in the Path of Formation.
Upon realizing the neer was the Blood Princess, Cann Yifeng was initially stunned, a hint of surprise shing in his eyes.
It was clear he didn’t expect the Blood Princess to arrive so swiftly; it had only been a few days since Xue Tu sent the message, far exceeding the time he estimated for such a journey across perilousnds.
Upon sensing the majestic and unfathomable aura unique to a divine being from Xu Wendong, he was even more startled.
He realized the person before him had transcended to sainthood, reached a Divine Position,parable to his Immortal Venerate Realm strength, like a candle before the bright moon, the disparity evident.
Not daring to show any negligence, Cann Yifeng took the lead to bow respectfully, speaking in a clear voice: "With the Blood n Princess personally here, and the esteemed divine being present, Cann Immortal n apologizes for theck of a proper wee, and we plead for forgiveness." Having finished, he slightly bowed his head, disying utmost respect and reverence.
The Blood Princess stepped forward hurriedly, returning the courtesy with grace, her red lips parting lightly: "Cann n Leader, you exaggerate. The visit is unannounced, indeed due to the Immortal Realm’s imminent crisis. Otherworldly demons rampant in Biluo Immortal Continent, the Human Race near destruction, I specificallye to ask Cann Immortal n for aid in defending against foreign foes." As she spoke, her expression was grave, her eyes full of worry, sincerely pleading.
Cann Yifeng straightened up, his expression serious, gazing afar as if through mist and mountains, toward the war-ridden Biluo Immortal Continent, resolutely saying: "The Immortal Realm’s safety is everyone’s responsibility. Our Cann Immortal n, inheriting immortal lineage, shall not stand by and watch."
"Though the Blood n and ours have not interacted much before, we share the same roots. The Princess and esteemed divine being trust us bying here, we shall put forth all our efforts to defend the honor of the Human Race!"
His words were heavy and firm, echoed by his nsmen, voices resonating like waves crashing against the shore, disying unity and determination.
Xu Wendong immediately opened the Peni Fairy Ind Minor World, taking the strong individuals of the Cann Immortal n into it, allowing them to merge with the Blood n’s powerhouses, while he set out with the Blood Princess to the Netherworld Ghost Abyss, one of the three great perilousnds.
In the Netherworld Ghost Abyss dwelled the Phantom Feather n, one of the Thirteen Immortal ns, possessing power only second to the Blood n.
Rumor has it that the Netherworld Ghost Abyss is and of death left behind after the Ancient Demon Gods tore space-time rifts during their chaotic battles.
Yin Energy rolled endlessly like ck clouds, thick and suffocating.
Around the Abyss’ entrance, grotesque stones jutted out, resembling ghastly faces, pockmarked, exuding decay and the scent of death.
Every crack, every depression, seemed to silently narrate the fierce battles of the past, as if absorbing endless grievances, emitting a faint and chilling threat.
As Xu Wendong and the Blood Princess reached the edge of the Abyss, a chilling wind whistled past, carrying eerie ghostly wails, as if they came from afar, but also whispered right beside the ear, prating the heart, stirring a cold sensation.
Instinctively, the Blood Princess moved closer to Xu Wendong, her delicate body trembling slightly, feeling fear even as a Blood n member in such pure sinisternd.
Xu Wendong extended his arm, drawing her into his embrace, divine power surged, dispelling her coldness.
At that moment.
The Yin Energy below, thick as ink, began to surge like a tangible demonic cloud.
Then came a sudden peal of thunder, and from the depths of the endless Ghost Abyss erupted a mighty and domineering aura.
It resembled an ancient primordial behemoth awakening after eons, rushing forth with mountains-toppling momentum, decisively breaking through theyers of Yin Energy, roaring like a furious dragon, its overwhelming might shaking the four corners, causing visible ripples in the surrounding space.
Simultaneously, the Phantom Feather n Leader, Mu Xizi, led his n members out of the Netherworld Ghost Abyss flying.
His white robe pped in the wind, with lifelike feather patterns meticulously outlined in silver threads on the garment.
The feather patterns seemed alive, flickering with dreamlike radiance following the slight fluctuations of his spiritual power, like moonlight on ake, exuding an ethereal and transcendent aura.
Behind him followed more than two thousand Phantom Feather n disciples, each looking at Xu Wendong with eyes full of awe.
All could feel the mighty and invisible divine might emanating from him.
"Phantom Feather n Leader, Mu Xizi, pays homage to Divine Sovereign. Our n is willing to heed yourmand, set our swords towards Biluo Immortal Continent, repel the otherworldly demons, and defend the honor of the Human Race!" Mu Xizi bowed, speaking loudly.
Xu Wendong acknowledged with a hum, then opened the Peni Fairy Ind Minor World, taking the strong members of the Phantom Feather n into it.
While he carried the Blood Princess across the void, heading to the Red me Divine Continent to seek other Immortal ns.
Little did he know.
Peni Immortal Ind had already turned topsy-turvy...