"This Heavenly Immortal Sword Formation, I truly cannot break it. However, our friend from the Martial Holy Land has a way."
"Isn't that right, young friend Jiang Qisha?" Murong Mingtian turned around with a smile, his gaze landing on the handsome young man standing behind him—someone whose entire body was plastered with talisman paper.
"Murong Mingtian, remember what you promised me. If you dare go back on your word, I'll show you what true destruction looks like." Jiang Qisha swept an indifferent glance at Murong Mingtian, without the slightest respect in his eyes—on the contrary, there was a trace of contempt.
After those words, he paid no attention to anyone's expression and strode straight past Murong Mingtian toward the front of the army.
At this moment, the expressions of Murong Niekong and the others turned grim. Someone actually dared speak to their ancestor like that? As juniors, they simply couldn't stomach it.
However, at Murong Mingtian's signal, none of them dared utter a word. After all, they all knew the background of this young man called Jiang Qisha. Setting aside his strength, his very identity alone was enough to make the people of the Immortal Execution Archipelago fearful.
And as Jiang Qisha stepped forward, Chu Feng's brows furrowed slightly. What he feared most was people from the Martial Holy Land getting involved—and now, they were indeed going to intervene.
"Fuyan, this must be the person from the Martial Holy Land you spoke of?" The Ethereal Fairy turned to Qiushui Fuyan beside her, having clearly noticed that Jiang Qisha was no ordinary individual.
"His attire matches exactly what Chu Feng and I saw that day. However, his strength is even greater than those two. I truly wonder how many people from the Martial Holy Land have come to our Eastern Sea Region." Qiushui Fuyan also frowned, most fearful that the Martial Holy Land would truly ally with the Immortal Execution Archipelago.
"I'm not afraid of Murong Mingtian, let alone the Immortal Execution Archipelago. But the people from the Martial Holy Land must be guarded against."
"The Ethereal Peak has been passed down from ancient times. As its guardian, although I cannot fully grasp everything here, I know deep within that it harbors treasures unknown to others."
"If the Martial Holy Land interferes, I'm afraid I won't be able to protect it." The Ethereal Fairy's expression was grave, her sharp gaze fixed firmly on Jiang Qisha.
At this moment, Jiang Qisha stood at the front of the army, holding an ancient tome nearly a meter long. The book was incredibly thick—its contents were anyone's guess. He flipped through it at a leisurely pace, utterly unconcerned with the stares of the crowd, the very picture of arrogance.
"Fairy, then..." Hearing this, Qiushui Fuyan grew worried. In her anxiety, she grabbed the Ethereal Fairy's hand.
"Rest easy. The ones I'm worried about are the people from the Martial Holy Land. That land is shrouded in mystery, home to countless experts. If a true powerhouse has come here, we would indeed struggle to cope."
"But if it's just this one boy trying to break the Heavenly Immortal Sword Formation of my Ethereal Peak, that's nothing but a pipe dream."
"Moreover, even if the formation is broken, I won't be so stubborn as to fight to the death to protect it. After all, so many of your lives are at stake alongside mine. If we truly can't hold, I'll do everything in my power to carve out a path and lead you out of here." The Ethereal Fairy spoke these words calmly—it was clear she had long since made her preparations.
But it was equally clear that she had no absolute confidence in holding back Murong Mingtian and his forces.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*
Just then, Jiang Qisha suddenly closed his eyes, and the speed at which he flipped through the book increased dramatically. The pages whipped through his hands like the wind, and simultaneously, wave after wave of strange energy emanated from within the ancient tome.
*Hummm*—suddenly, the book blazed with brilliant light, like a blazing sun, so blinding that those nearby could hardly open their eyes.
"Unseal!" Jiang Qisha shouted again. With a deafening boom, the book in his hands transformed—morphing into a gate over a thousand meters tall.
The gate was enormous—its top pierced the clouds, its base plunged into the sea, standing between heaven and earth like a stairway connecting the two realms.
The gate's shape was equally bizarre. Covered in talisman paper inscribed with strange runes, just like Jiang Qisha's own attire, it gave off a rather sinister feeling.
"All present, except those at the Martial King realm—channel all of your innate power into this gate," Jiang Qisha commanded.
However, as soon as these words left his mouth, tens of millions of people looked at one another, not a single one complying. Innate power was no joke—it didn't merely involve channeling one's cultivation, but something far more fundamental, tied to one's very source. One wrong move and you could die. Who would willingly hand over their innate power to someone else? Especially for a formation that looked so bizarre from the outset.
"My friends, I didn't bring you here today to truly fight to the death against the Ethereal Peak."
"You've all seen the Heavenly Immortal Sword Formation. If we attack head-on, no matter how many of us there are, we likely couldn't take it—we'd only be sending ourselves to our deaths."
"However, the reason I brought you all here is precisely because I need you. Right now is when your power is needed."
"So don't hesitate, everyone. Offer up your innate power. Rest assured—I, Murong Mingtian, give you my word that this formation only requires your power to activate. It will neither affect your cultivation nor take your lives." Murong Mingtian addressed the crowd.
"Your orders shall be obeyed, Ancestor!" The people of the Immortal Execution Archipelago responded first, no longer hesitating as one by one they released their innate power, channeling it into the bizarre gate.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh*—Following immediately after, the armies of the three great demon clans, at the signal of their respective patriarchs, also released their innate power.
In an instant, layer upon layer of invisible yet powerful energy began merging into the rune-covered gate. Under this transformation, the countless talisman papers plastered upon it began to emit a faint glow. The glow grew brighter and brighter, and the runes on the papers even began to slowly writhe, as though they had gained life.
At this moment, Jiang Qisha kept his eyes tightly closed—until the talisman papers on the gate began to tremble violently. Only then did he suddenly snap his eyes open and roar: "Million Talisman Soldiers Formation—ACTIVATE!!!"
*"ROARRRR~~~~~~~~~~~~~"* As his words rang out, a bizarre roar erupted from within the gate. Immediately after, a figure burst forth from its depths.
The figure stood over three meters tall, possessing a humanoid but beastly form, gripping a long spear. Its aura was overwhelmingly powerful—it was at the peak of the Martial Lord realm.
*"ROARRRR~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"* One after another, more roars echoed. The runes on the gate continued to shift, and tens of thousands of figures burst out in succession, each identical in form and strength to the first creature.
And when the gate finally fell silent, nearly everyone present gasped involuntarily—for standing before the gate were millions upon millions of these powerful monsters.
Tens of millions of peak Martial Lord experts. That number was absolutely terrifying!!!