The Patriarch's Salvation

The Spirit Realm Guild, this powerful and transcendent organization, had now activated its strongest defensive barrier. The barrier sealed the sky above and the earth below, cutting the guild off from the outside world.

This grand barrier formation was the result of countless generations of effort by the Spirit Realm Guild, and now it was being jointly powered by numerous Spirit World Masters. The defensive force it generated was truly beyond imagination.

However, outside this grand barrier formation, another massive formation had risen into the sky. This was a breaching formation, and it was spectacular in its own right. Rising from the ground, its immense barrier energy condensed into a colossal hammer of barriers, swinging in the air and relentlessly striking the seemingly indestructible grand barrier formation.

Every time the colossal barrier hammer smashed down, it emitted a sound more piercing than thunder. Even the grand barrier formation, woven from countless barrier strands, trembled violently. Now, cracks were beginning to appear on its surface, and they were spreading rapidly.

At this rate, it was only a matter of time before the grand barrier formation was shattered by this colossal barrier hammer.

And standing beneath that colossal barrier hammer was a white-haired elder with a youthful face. His black robes rippled without any wind, his eyes were closed, and his expression was solemn as he poured all his power into driving this breaching formation.

He was the peerless genius who had astounded the Nine Provinces Continent a century ago. Having been in seclusion for nearly a hundred years, he had finally emerged and stepped into the Seventh Level of the Heaven Martial realm. He was the ancestor of the Jie clan, Jie Shi.

"Patriarch! Things are looking bad! At this rate, the formation will be broken before the Spirit Realm Guild even falls!" Inside the Spirit Realm Guild, several presiding elders surrounded a white-haired old man. This old man was the Guild Master of the Spirit Realm Guild.

The Guild Master had just come from the Patriarch's secluded chamber. He saw the grand barrier formation being destroyed bit by bit by Jie Shi, and the powerful members of the Spirit Realm Guild driving the formation could not withstand Jie Shi's force. Many were already coughing up blood, having lost their combat ability, and some had even died instantly.

"Everyone, hold on a little longer! Our ancestor is about to emerge from seclusion! We just need to hold on for one more hour!" the Guild Master shouted.

"One hour? At this rate, I’m afraid we can’t even hold for half an hour!" the elders replied, their faces full of difficulty.

"If we can’t hold, we must still hold! If we hold, the Spirit Realm Guild will be saved! If we cannot hold and the barrier is broken, our Spirit Realm Guild will be annihilated!" The Guild Master grew furious. With a leap, he himself joined the ranks of those powering the formation.

Faced with this situation, the elders had no choice but to follow suit. They all joined the formation-powering ranks.

However, Jie Shi’s colossal barrier hammer was too savage. The formation’s breach was now inevitable. Even with the Guild Master joining the effort, it was difficult to remedy anything.

"Hmph, Spirit Realm Guild, you have been at odds with my Jie clan for so long. Today is the day you pay the price!"

The current patriarch of the Jie clan, Jie Xingpeng, watched the scene before him with a cold sneer. Behind him, the ancestors of the Fire God Gate, Yuan Gang Sect, White Tibetan Cult, and Free Valley all had smiles on their faces.

They had long been at odds with the Spirit Realm Guild. Especially under the Jie clan’s instigation, they had become irreconcilable enemies with the Spirit Realm Guild long ago, like water and fire. So, the moment the grand barrier formation was breached, their elite army of one million would pour in and slaughter every last member of the Spirit Realm Guild.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

"Ugh!"

"Aargh!"

But just then, from within the Jie clan’s elite army of one million, sudden explosions erupted, followed by several pained screams.

Jie Xingpeng and the ancestors of the other four forces turned to look, their expressions changing dramatically. A war chariot had already charged into their ranks, and three figures were slaughtering their way through.

It was two men and a woman. Chu Feng and Zi Ling were familiar to them, and the other young man wielding the Divine Wood Sword needed no guess—they knew it had to be Zhang Tianyi.

"Member of the Spirit Realm Guild, Chu Feng, has come to defend the Guild! Those who dare to violate my Spirit Realm Guild shall be executed today!!!!"