Immortals Descending from the Skies

Immortals Descending from the Skies . . .

"Bastard," Zai Xuan's face contorted with an unsightly mixture of anger and shock. He couldn't believe his eyes—Qin Wentian had unleashed a formidable army of combat puppets.

These puppets were no ordinary creations. Each stood at the pinnacle of the fifth rank, requiring numerous Ascendants to join forces just to contend with one. The sheer number of experts Qin Wentian had brought with him was overwhelming.

Now, a golden dragon puppet slashed through the heavens, casting an ethereal veil of light that cloaked the entire space, isolating it from the outside world.

The expressions on the faces of the visiting outsiders shifted dramatically. Xon erupted in fury, bellowing, "You, a mere country bumpkin, dare to challenge us?"

"Eliminate him," Qin Wentian commanded with an icy resolve in his eyes.

At his order, a roc-shaped puppet soared through the air, hurtling toward Xon. Xon attempted to retreat with lightning speed, but how could he hope to match the might of such fearsome combat puppets? The space he fled through was cleaved apart by an overwhelming surge of lacerating energy, reducing him to a gruesome demise.

His protectors were caught off guard, unable to defend themselves, let alone save Xon.

"Do you dare to challenge us?" Xon's close companion paled, scrambling frantically to escape. Yet, the ethereal barrier enveloping the space proved unyielding. A serpent-like jiao puppet lunged toward him, delivering a swift and merciless death. No mercy was to be found here.

"Satisfying!" Cheers erupted from the inn's patrons. These arrogant interlopers had met their comeuppance. Their deaths provided a cathartic release for the pent-up frustration and resentment shared by all.

The Royal Sacred Sect's collusion in abducting the beauties of the Royal Sacred Region, combined with their shameless arrogance, had pushed the people to their limits. Qin Wentian had taken a stand for their world, a stance they all welcomed with open arms.

"RUMBLE!"

A deafening crash reverberated as the Royal Sacred Sect's experts finally broke through the encircling barrier. They hastily retreated, carrying Zai Xuan with them in their mad scramble. Several combat puppets moved to intercept their escape.

Meanwhile, the evil-looking young man, trapped by a barrage of puppet attacks, found himself with no opportunity to flee.

"Do you truly believe you can escape?" Qin Wentian's voice echoed ominously. The terror-stricken young man surveyed his surroundings, his gaze darting helplessly. Suddenly, a resplendent constellation materialized in the air, and he felt transported to a different dimension. It was none other than Qin Wentian's Dreamworld Constellation—a domain-type constellation.

The evil-looking young man's expression grew increasingly desperate. He scanned his surroundings and then turned to Qin Wentian, pleading, "My cultivation art is extraordinary. It can elevate your cultivation base through the pleasures of the world. Would you consider learning it?"

Qin Wentian raised his palm and unleashed a colossal imprint in response. The malevolent youth paled, thrusting his finger into the air to counter the attack. The imprint transformed into a sinister shade of red before shattering into fragments.

"My cultivation art can enslave any beautiful woman to your desires. For example, the celestial maiden behind you. Utilize my technique on her, and she will become a submissive slave, fulfilling your every whim. Are you not tempted?" the malevolent young man urged, his own constellation emitting an eerie, malefic energy. Threads of sinister light cascaded downward, exuding an unsettling aura as they coalesced into a sphere of light, hurtling toward Qin Wentian.

"Foul creature. Die!" Qin Wentian's voice was as cold as ice. This time, the malevolent young man, devoid of Zai Xuan's protection, found himself abandoned. His countenance turned a ghastly shade as he retorted icily, "I am a disciple of the Evil Desire Sect from the immortal realms. If you kill me, my sect will hunt you down, and all your women will be reduced to slaves. Consider your actions carefully."

"Are you attempting to frighten me? If your sect truly had such capabilities, why would you be here alone without a single protector? You must be the lowest of the low in the immortal realms, relegated to doing their bidding and flaunting your supposed superiority here." Qin Wentian's voice remained as cold as ever. As the final notes of his words faded, the golden dragon's talons came crashing down. The malevolent young man's face twisted in abject terror, but before he could even scream, his head was crushed into an unrecognizable pulp.

"His decisiveness is remarkable," the inn's patrons murmured, their eyes riveted on Qin Wentian. He had issued the order to kill without hesitation, leaving no one alive. The most exceptional genius of their Royal Sacred Region lived up to his reputation. Even when dealing with external visitors, he showed no quarter.

Standing beside Qin Wentian, Lin Xian'er wore a gentle smile. Her previous misjudgment had underestimated Qin Wentian's true greatness. Those eight era-suppressing geniuses paled in comparison. Qin Wentian was the epoch's symbol, a legend of the Royal Sacred Region. In this era, none in their generation could hold a candle to him. He was the embodiment of their region's pride and strength.

Qin Wentian tilted his head upwards, his gaze locked onto Zai Xuan, who hovered in the air. Zai Xuan, the Sacred Prince of the Royal Sacred Sect, had an entourage of formidable bodyguards assigned to protect him. The combat puppets currently at Qin Wentian's disposal struggled to suppress these seasoned experts.

These guardians had been assigned to Zai Xuan following the earlier clash between the Royal Sacred Sect and the Medicine Sovereign Valley. In the past, his status alone would have deterred anyone from daring to challenge him within the Royal Sacred Region.

"Zai Xuan, you masquerade as a representative of the immortal realms, flaunting your supposed superiority and labeling us as mere country bumpkins. Yet, here you stand at the third level of Celestial Phenomenon. Dare you engage in combat with me?" Qin Wentian fixed a piercing gaze on Zai Xuan, whose eyes shot forth glimmers of frosty hostility, sharp as if they could slice Qin Wentian into ribbons.

"You, at the first level of Celestial Phenomenon, don't tempt me to bully you," Zai Xuan replied with a cold sneer.

Qin Wentian's eyes gleamed with amusement upon hearing Zai Xuan's retort. He responded, his tone dripping with mockery, "How pitiful you are. You dare to label me a country bumpkin, yet you lack the courage to face me in combat?"

His gaze swept through the air, addressing everyone from the immortal realms. "Though we hail from a particle world, we are all practitioners on the martial path. Must there always be a pecking order between us? I, Qin, humbly request that you refrain from further indiscriminate bloodshed in our realm. I extend my gratitude in advance."

"You speak the truth. We are all martial cultivators. Whether in the immortal realms or the Royal Sacred Region, there exist scoundrels who delight in oppressing the weak. These miscreants cannot represent all of us who hail from the immortal realms," chimed in a distinguished figure in the air. Qin Wentian nodded in agreement, "You are absolutely correct. I hope that visitors from the immortal realms will exhibit the dignity befitting their origin, rather than behaving like a bunch of wretches and scoundrels."

The figure in the air gave a nod of acknowledgment before shifting his gaze skyward. Suddenly, a brilliant radiance cascaded from above, casting the world into chaos.

"What is that?" The crowd directed their attention upward, brows furrowed, as an enormous whirlpool of destruction formed in the heavens. It was as if doomsday had descended, sending tremors of fear coursing through their hearts.

"What on earth is happening?" they muttered in awe, as the whirlpool of destruction expanded, blotting out the sun entirely.

Even the sky had disappeared beneath the vastness of this cataclysmic whirlpool, and it wasn't confined to just one location. Multiple whirlpools materialized in the sky, creating an apocalyptic scene.

"Could this be the work of a supreme being?" Qin Wentian and others speculated. Only such an entity could wield the power to manifest such a spectacle. Had the fabled Eastern Sage Great Emperor finally made his presence known?

"Is that the Eastern Sage Great Emperor? His might extends to altering the very sky itself," one person murmured, visibly trembling with fear.

"Altering the sky?" A bystander in the air lowered his head and chuckled. "Do you comprehend the magnitude of the Eastern Sage Great Emperor's might? To him, this particle world is as insignificant as a grain of sand. This is nothing more than a casual display of power."

As his words hung in the air, the crowd's hearts pounded with an intense yearning. Could cultivators who had reached the pinnacle of their path wield such awe-inspiring, world-altering might? Was an entire world to them truly as insignificant as a grain of sand, to be shattered with a mere slap?

In hushed tones, countless minds across the land buzzed with anticipation. "Becoming disciples of the Eastern Sage Majesty would grant us the chance to interact with those awe-inspiring experts," many pondered. The once-elusive rumor appeared to be crystallizing into reality—the Eastern Sage Great Emperor had indeed decided to accept a disciple from the Royal Sacred Region.

The news rippled through not only the Sacred Royal City but also the entire expanse of the Royal Sacred Region. Grand Shang, Grand Xia, even the Chu Country—all were left dumbfounded, their collective gaze trained on the heavens. The sky, once a serene canvas, was now marred by swirling whirlpools that seemed to claim every inch of space.

Those who had heard whispers of the Eastern Sage Great Emperor's intention to accept a disciple grasped the significance of this celestial spectacle. Yet for the unsuspecting common folk, chaos reigned in their minds. Panic surged as they bore witness to this seemingly apocalyptic event, their hearts pounding in dread.

Gradually, the menacing whirlpools morphed into a scene of ethereal beauty, exuding a grace that defied earthly explanation. Over time, an awe-inspiring and sprawling immortal palace materialized in the sky.

"Is this the realm of the immortals?" Incredulous eyes from the world below remained transfixed on the celestial sight. They could hardly believe their senses, even in their wildest dreams. The sheer spectacle unfolding before them was nothing short of stupefying.

As the palace's enigmatic silhouette sharpened into focus, observers marveled at a sumptuous courtyard. Tables groaned under the weight of tantalizing feasts, and at the head of it all sat a seemingly unremarkable statue. Despite its ordinary appearance, the statue exuded an inexplicable aura of mystery and otherworldly power. It was as though the statue slumbered, yet at any moment, it could awaken.

"Is that the likeness of the Eastern Sage Great Emperor himself?" Gasps echoed through the Royal Sacred Region. The Great Emperor had already prepared a banquet? Did his guests include other formidable beings from the immortal realms?

Meanwhile, within the immortal palace, a procession of blurry silhouettes descended from the heavens. At first, they appeared as mere specks in the distance, but as they drew nearer to the Sacred Royal City, they grew more distinct. Eventually, they vanished from sight, concealed from all but those within the city itself.

The central figure among them appeared strikingly youthful. His hands rested casually behind his back, and his countenance was as sharp as honed blades. Scanning the world below, a hint of disdain flickered across his features.

"Who are these enigmatic arrivals?" The residents of the Sacred Royal City could hardly contain their astonishment. Could these ethereal beings truly be immortals?