Seizing the Foundation and Devouring Spirits: The Day the Feathered Immortal Sect Was Erased

At the headquarters of the Feathered Immortal Sect, cries of anguish filled immortal mountains and jade pavilions stretching a million miles. The instant the life tablets of the sect master and the eight True Immortal elders shattered together, the golden dragon of fortune amassed by the sect over ten thousand years let out a despairing wail and collapsed with a thunderous crash. The remaining mountain-guarding patriarchs turned ashen, and the entire sect plunged into unprecedented hysteria.

Without giving the enemy so much as a moment to catch their breath or rally their forces, a [Chaos Immortal Ship], vast as a continent and streaming purple-gold immortal light for ten thousand miles, smashed through the spatial barriers around the sect headquarters. With an unstoppable, crushing momentum, it blotted out the entire sky.

Barefoot, his hands clasped behind his back, Chu Qing stood at the very tip of the immortal ship's dragon prow, his expression cold and stern. The purple-gold divine radiance in his eyes pierced layer after layer of protective arrays and locked onto the million-year-old spiritual vein at the heart of the mountain range.

"You madman who crawled out of the lower dimensions! You killed our sect master—do you truly intend to slaughter us to the last and erase our million-year-old immortal sect from the Real Realm?" Deep within the array, several ancient, crippled immortal patriarchs burst out of the amber immortal stones in which they had sealed themselves. Their hair and beards bristled as they glared at the Black Diamond Dragon Ship overhead and roared through gritted teeth.

"When you cut the grass, pull out the roots. Isn't that the very first rule of your Real Realm?" Chu Qing gave a contemptuous smile, his hoarse voice ringing out for ten thousand miles. "I'm not just going to erase your name.