Chapter 1363: At Sword's Point

The moment Baiyun Dao Ancestor saw the suddenly appearing armies of demons and monsters, the color drained from his face, and he immediately halted his forward rush.

Just then, with two whooshing sounds, two figures flashed into view.

One was a middle-aged man in white robes around forty years old, with pure white hair and a few inches of short beard, also pure white. He exuded an icy aura, his expression cold, making him appear like an ice man.

The other was a dwarf old man less than five feet tall, with a cinnabar-red face and a bulbous nose as red as flame, smiling amiably and warmly.

Both had unfathomable auras and were Dao Ancestors. They stood shoulder to shoulder with Baiyun Dao Ancestor, blocking the way before Gu Huojin and the others.

"The demon race! And true spirits from the Primordial Wasteland! How did they get here?"

Though the cultivators in the Jade Pool were among the best in the Immortal Realm in terms of cultivation and insight, they had never seen such a formation. Their first thought was naturally that things were dire, and they rose from their seats one after another, gathering near Gu Huojin and the others.

Cangwu True Lord waved his hand, emitting a crimson light that enveloped Meng Po, Yu Menghan, and the others, then flew to the side of the Heavenly Court's Dao Ancestors.

A green flash appeared, and another group emerged beside Cangwu True Lord and his companions. The leader was a burly man with green hair and beard, whose cultivation was unfathomable—also a Dao Ancestor.

"Fellow Daoist Feng." Cangwu True Lord's eyes flickered as he cupped his hands to the burly man.

"Fellow Daoist Cangwu." The burly man returned the greeting with a smile.

The situation at the Bodhi Banquet had suddenly changed, and now they were at sword's point. Though these two foreign Dao Ancestors had not been close before, they instinctively stood together now.

At that moment, an old man in red robes flew over and landed beside Cangwu True Lord and the burly man.

This old man was completely bald, his face dry and gaunt, exuding a sinister air. His eyes were bright and sharp, like two knives that pierced the heart. He was also a Dao Ancestor.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, Fellow Daoist Cangwu, Zhen pays his respects. The situation is a bit chaotic now, so I've come to rest a while with you two. You won't mind, will you?" the red-robed old man said with a smile.

"So it's Fellow Daoist Zhen. We welcome your esteemed presence; how could we mind?" Cangwu True Lord exchanged a glance with the burly man and smiled.

This red-robed old man, named Zhen Shiyin, was an old-school rogue cultivator Dao Ancestor who had long been holed up in a small immortal domain. He had a strange temperament and had not founded a sect or passed down his Dao, but his strength was formidable, and many legends about him circulated among the immortal domains.

With Zhen Shiyin joining them, the three of them increased their strength considerably, and their chances of safely weathering the current storm grew.

Among those attending the Bodhi Banquet from various immortal domains, most Dao Ancestors did not necessarily come in person, usually sending only junior disciples. The only true Dao Ancestors present were Cangwu True Lord and the other two.

Thus, when these three stood together, many cultivators immediately gathered around them.

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Han Li watched with a faint smile on his lips, his expression calm and unhurried, without any sign of panic at being trapped in the grand formation.

This scene, seen by Zishan, Meng Yuan, and the other two, made their hearts tighten inexplicably. Facing someone who wasn't even a Dao Ancestor, they inexplicably felt a trace of fear.

Earlier, outside the formation, no matter what conflicts they had or how much they disliked each other, once inside the formation, they set it all aside, with the sole goal of joining forces to eliminate the enemy.

The leader, Zishan, did not reply but glanced left and right, nodding to Dongli Hu and Zhu Yan respectively.

The two immediately understood and scattered to the left and right, forming a simple encirclement around Han Li. Only Meng Yuan remained behind, his body just blocked by Zishan.

Han Li's eyes flickered slightly as he calculated inwardly.

From the earlier block of his Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword strike, it seemed that Dongli Hu cultivated the Mountain Law under the Earth Attribute Law, likely specializing in strength and defense, not easily broken through with one blow.

The woman in purple and the ugly old woman, who had advanced with him, must also specialize in laws of strong offense. Only the last one, blocked behind, was either not good at frontal combat or had a hidden killing move.

Whichever it was, that person was undoubtedly the first to be eliminated.

No sooner had Han Li settled his thoughts than the void before him violently rippled, and a blazing purple sea of flames surged out without warning, rushing straight at him.

"Purple Flame... Fire Attribute Law." Han Li's mind moved, and his body rapidly retreated.

At the same time, a huge golden wheel appeared behind him, spinning with a whoosh as golden light surged. Countless golden threads shot out, enveloping the surrounding void.

The pursuing purple flames, upon entering the influence range of the True Word Wheel, immediately slowed their advance, allowing Han Li to shake them off.

However, where the flames contacted the golden threads, bursts of harsh crackling sounds rang out continuously. The golden threads, imbued with rich Time Law power, rapidly melted away.

Just then, a figure wreathed in flames burst out from the purple fire, holding a purple flame sword, thrusting it at Han Li's heart.

Han Li was prepared for this. He suddenly raised a fist from his waist and punched toward the sword tip.

"Boom!"

An explosive force instantly swept out, scattering countless purple fireballs like a peacock spreading its tail.

Before Han Li could retract his fist, a golden light flashed above his head, and a colossal mountain descended from the sky, pressing down on him.

The golden mountain was wreathed in a thick yellow cloud, emitting a powerful Earth Attribute Law aura. As it descended, it seemed to press down the entire void.

Han Li looked up and saw that on the underside of the mountain were engraved several large ancient seal characters: "Xiong Zhen Wu Yue" (Mightily Suppressing the Five Peaks).

He suddenly turned his other hand and slapped upward.

A layer of golden light surged out, and a huge palm print flew into the sky, slamming into the mountain's base. With a thunderous shock, the mountain's descent momentarily halted.

The four characters "Xiong Zhen Wu Yue" suddenly sank inward, revealing a massive palm print.

However, the mountain only paused briefly before crashing down again without hindrance.

Han Li frowned, raised his palm, and pressed upward, supporting the mountain steadily with just one hand and palm.

But his body couldn't help trembling slightly before he straightened his legs again.

"Again!"

A loud shout rang out from high above, and a golden light descended from the sky, landing outside the golden mountain.

Within the golden light, Dongli Hu's figure emerged, his body rippling with a dazzling golden light. In that instant, he looked like an ancient golden-armored deity, his might so strong it was hard to look at directly.

He spread one hand before him, and with the other hand, he pointed like a brush, drawing in the air above his palm.

His fingers moved like a dragon, and the three characters "Shou Yang Shan" (First Sun Mountain) quickly appeared in his palm.

The strokes of these three characters were unusual, resembling writing but more like drawing talismans. Every stroke connected, flowing smoothly like clouds and water, giving an illusion of undulating mountains.

As the brush finished, golden light flashed in his palm, and a miniature mountain the size of a bean appeared, floating alongside another mountain the size of a grain of rice.

Then, with a thunderous roar!

Another golden light descended from the sky, and a giant golden mountain twice as large as the first crashed down heavily onto the existing mountain.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

A huge ripple surged, spreading outward as a ring of golden light.

Han Li, beneath the mountain, shook violently. His arm bent sharply, and his head nearly touched the palm print he had made earlier.

When he tried to withdraw his other arm, Zishan's purple-flame-wreathed immortal sword suddenly increased in force, thrusting toward him, forcing him to raise his fist again.

Han Li, with one fist and one palm, simultaneously faced two Dao Ancestors.

At the same time, the tallest mountain, "Wuyue Peak," on Huangshan Continent in the Moving Mountains Immortal Domain, experienced an unprecedented earthquake. The entire peak shattered in the violent tremor.

As a Dao Ancestor of the Mountain Law, Dongli Hu could, if he wished, connect to the earth veins of any immortal domain and move any mountain range or peak.

However, being inside the Ten Directions Ten Thousand Immortals Grand Formation, he was also affected by the formation, though not as severely as Han Li. Although he couldn't directly summon the true form of mountains, he could invoke their true essence, which was equally powerful.

Seeing that Han Li could still support with one arm, Dongli Hu once again mobilized his law power, writing the three characters "Shen Yuan Feng" (Divine Source Peak) in his palm. As the brush finished, it transformed into a black bean-sized mountain, suspended in his palm.

Then came another thunderous roar!

Another golden ten-thousand-zhang giant mountain descended from the sky, crashing straight onto the First Sun Mountain.

With the immense force pressing down, Han Li could no longer hold it with one hand. He raised his shoulder, using one hand and one shoulder to bear the true essence of three mountains condensed from a Dao Ancestor's law power.

Beneath the mountains, Han Li's figure seemed somewhat small, yet a smile lingered at the corners of his mouth.

He tilted his head slightly, his gaze slanting toward the ugly old woman who had not yet acted. She hovered in the void, her hands forming a strange seal, her body flickering with alternating light and dark.

For some reason, besides the one hidden behind, Han Li was most wary of this person.