Xu Wendong stood at the edge of the clouds, overlooking the citizens in the city below, reveling in the scene of boisterous celebrations, listening to the waves of cheers. The coldness on his stern face eased slightly, as a hint of comfort quietly surfaced.
Yet, the taut string in his heart had not relaxed. Although the Demon God was successfully slain this ti, Ling Xiao had not been reclaid, and there were certainly other Otherworldly Demons across the Five Continents.
Who could assert that stronger threats would not soon follow?
Thinking of this.
In his mind’s eye, a vortex of space-ti, resembling a black hole, suddenly appeared, slowly rotating, emitting a terrifying devouring power.
Xu Wendong spoke, "Everyone, although the Demon God has been killed, Ling Xiao has not been reclaid, and there are still remaining Otherworldly Demons on the Five Continents. For safety’s sake, let’s first find a safe place!"
"Please do not resist!"
The citizens and cultivators in the city nodded solemnly, then flew into the space-ti vortex.
The nearly ten million strong human race in the city felt their bodies lighten, and in an instant, they found themselves transported into the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.
In this minor world, the green mountains undulated endlessly, and the erald shadows swayed like a sea.
Spiritual Springs gurgled forth, flowing with layers of mist, as if it was an immortal realm of the mortal world, yet exuding a peaceful serenity that isolated it from worldly disturbances.
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Xu Wendong had just stepped into the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.
Before his feet even steadied, the deep yet slightly aged voice of the Dragon Soul bood like a great bell in his mind, "In my opinion, there should no longer be any traces of Otherworldly Demon forces above Ling Xiao!"
"Think closely."
"Earlier when you engaged in an intense life-and-death battle with that Demon God, based on the conduct of the Otherworldly Demon clan, if they still had heavy forces stationed above Ling Xiao, how could they miss such a pri opportunity?"
"They ought to have sent more formidable, overwhelming figures to eliminate you, their major threat, in one fell swoop!" The voice of the Dragon Soul continued to echo, dissecting the situation intricately, seeming to peel away layers of fog to reveal the hidden truth.
Hearing this, Xu Wendong’s eyebrows slightly raised, unconsciously knitting into a faint ’川’ character in contemplation of the matter, he softly responded after pondering for a while, "Lord Long, do you an to say that the powerful Otherworldly Demons may have completely withdrawn from this battlefield of the Three Realms?"
While speaking, he ticulously recalled the details of his fierce battle with the Demon God just now, increasingly finding the situation odd.
Previously, the battlefield was rampant with demon shadows and perilous to the extre, yet from beginning to end, it was just that Upper Demon God.
There were no appearances from other terrifying Otherworldly Demon reinforcents, which was indeed an unusual situation that defied common logic.
"Exactly!" Dragon Soul resolutely responded, "For us, the Three Realms is our foundation for survival and propagation, a holand bearing endless hopes and heritage of innurable living beings."
"But in the eyes of those Otherworldly Demons, it’s nothing more than an insignificant spot, not worth having heavy forces guard and expend energy upon."
Xu Wendong nodded in contemplation, a glimr of excitent in his eyes roaring like a brilliant spark spreading to ignite a vast field.
He stood upright, clenched his fists, his voice trembling slightly with excitent, "If this is indeed the case, isn’t this a God-sent opportunity?"
"Lord Long, why not take this chance to reclaim the Palace of the Polestar, rebuild the order of the Three Realms, and restore peace for the people?"
Having spoken, his breath quickened, his chest heaving as if he could already see the dawn of victory shining brightly ahead.
"Haha, if my inference is correct, this undertaking is entirely feasible!" Dragon Soul laughed heartily, a wave of exuberant excitent filling his voice.
"Good!"
Xu Wendong nodded firmly, his expression as unyielding as iron, as his intent was set. He imdiately focused his mind, and in a flash, a majestic will, like invisible threads, traversed throughout the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.
In an instant, those top experts from the Thirteen Immortal Clans above the Immortal Emperor Realm felt a tremor in their hearts, as if a summons had been made, and their forms involuntarily converged and gathered.
In a flash, everyone assembled together, eyes fixated on Xu Wendong, filled with curiosity, unsure why he had gathered everyone here.
Xu Wendong, gazing at the crowd, cleared his throat and disclosed his entire plan.
At first, everyone showed expressions of shock, after a brief silence, they erupted like hot oil into a pan, their excitent and fervor surging like a tidal wave through the crowd.
"Storm the Palace of the Polestar? This is the grand endeavor we’ve dread of!"
"Indeed! If we can reclaim the Holy Land, past glories will undoubtedly return!"
The crowd spoke excitedly, and their fervent words wove into an inspiring battle anthem.
At this mont, as the morning light broke outside, the dawn spilled through the gaps in the clouds, casting a myriad of golden rays, as if clothing this elite force about to set out with sacred battle armor, reflecting their determination and boundless valor.
Seeing this, Xu Wendong raised his arm and called out, "If so, everyone, join in the expedition, with swords aid at Ling Xiao!"
Having said that.
He waved his sleeve and led the crowd out of the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.
Like a surging and unstoppable stream of steel, carrying imnse resolve and determination for victory, they soared skyward, flying towards the Immortal Palace in the Nine Heavens!
The once majestic and splendid palace, symbolizing the highest authority and supre honor of the Three Realms, now stood like an aging hero battered by ti and war, shattered and dilapidated.
The golden roof of the halls was mostly gone, with broken beams lying scattered, resembling clipped wings.
The walls shed bricks and stones, full of potholes, and jagged cracks resembled tears from ti, recounting the devastating ordeals it had endured.
Jade balustrades and ornantal vases had crumbled to dust, scattered on the ground, raising faint dust under the gentle breeze, filled with a sense of decline and desolation.
Entering the halls, a pungent, demonic odor assailed their senses, almost making so gag.
Despite the few remaining numbers of Otherworldly Demons.
These remnants still resisted stubbornly, like cornered wolves, their eyes gleaming with ferocity and defiance, vainly attempting a final struggle.
Their ghostly forms prowled among the ruins, shadows flickering, spewing black Demon Flas in a futile attempt to hinder the group’s advance.
But the strength of these Otherworldly Demons was very weak, and with it being dayti, their cultivation level was fatally impacted.
Before Xu Wendong could act, the experts from the Thirteen Immortal Clans decisively took action and eradicated all those Otherworldly Demons.
Thus, Ling Xiao was reclaid.
Within the vast Immortal Palace, there remained only Xu Wendong and the experts from the Thirteen Immortal Clans.
"Lord Long, although we’ve retaken the Palace of the Polestar, surely the Otherworldly Demons will return!" Xu Wendong said, his expression grave, "Is there any way to prevent the Otherworldly Demons from attacking the Three Realms again?"
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