Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals Arrive Menacingly

Just as the atmosphere inside the cave dwelling was intimate, almost sparking.

Above Skeleton Mountain, the wind and clouds changed.

The vast sea of clouds, previously scattered by Qin Feng's aura, was now rolling back with even greater ferocity. Layer upon layer of leaden clouds churned madly in the sky like boiling ink, pressing down so low it seemed the heavens were about to collapse.

Rumble!

Deep, muffled thunder rolled from the depths of the clouds, making the entire Skeleton Mountain vibrate.

The birds and beasts in the mountains had long fallen silent. Countless plants and spirit monsters trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground, their very souls quivering under the terrifying heavenly might.

The next moment, twelve dazzling golden divine lights, piercing through heaven and earth, tore through the thick leaden clouds. Like twelve pillars supporting the sky, they descended with a roar!

On top of each divine light stood a figure.

They stood on auspicious clouds, clad in Daoist robes, surrounded by immortal light. Golden wheels of merit spun slowly behind their heads, emitting a profound, sea-like, and terrifyingly powerful pressure that brought despair!

Twelve Grand Unity Golden Immortals!

And they were twelve Golden Immortals from the Chan Sect, sharing the same origin, their auras connected, subtly forming a profound immortal formation!

The one leading them had a face like jade, an elegant demeanor, but his eyes held an unyielding arrogance and coldness.

He held a divine seal in his hand. This was Guang Chengzi, the eldest disciple of Yuanshi Tianzun of the Jade Void Palace, the one who struck the golden bell!

Behind him were Chi Jingzi, Huang Long Zhenren, Ju Liusun, Taiyi Zhenren, Lingbao Da Shifu, Manjushri Guangfa Tianzun, Puxian Zhenren, Cihang Daoren, Yu Ding Zhenren, Daoist Tianzun, Qingxu Daode Zhenjun...

The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect, except for Taiyi Zhenren who was previously slapped into the ground by Qin Feng, had all arrived!

No, the disheveled Taiyi Zhenren was also present.

He must have used some miraculous elixir, as the clear palm print on his face had already faded. However, his aura was still somewhat weak, and his complexion was as pale as paper.

At this moment, he stared fixedly at the White Bone Cave dwelling below with eyes filled with extreme malice, as if he wanted to devour Qin Feng alive.

The Twelve Golden Immortals formed a majestic immortal formation. Their terrifying pressure merged into one, like an invisible dome of heaven, pressing down fiercely.

Crack! Crack!

The entire Skeleton Mountain groaned under this pressure, unable to bear its weight. Huge cracks spread from the foot to the summit of the mountain.

The spiritual energy in the mountains was directly solidified by this overbearing pressure, rendering it unable to flow even a tiny bit!

The unique Daoist sounds of the Chan Sect echoed through heaven and earth. They were solemn and majestic, sacred and vast, yet they concealed an endless, bone-chilling killing intent, declaring the immense fury of the Saint's lineage to the entire Primordial World and the three realms!

Guang Chengzi stepped out from the ranks. The Fan Tian Seal in his hand emanated a terrifying aura that could suppress all heavens.

His expression was arrogant, his gaze like a divine king looking down on ants. His voice transformed into rolling heavenly thunder, echoing through the four directions.

"Demonic evil within the cave, listen!"

"You dared to injure my junior brother and humiliate the Chan Sect's reputation. This is a heinous crime, unforgivable!"

"I am Guang Chengzi, the eldest disciple under Yuanshi Tianzun of the Jade Void Palace!"

"I now command you to immediately get out of the cave dwelling, bind your hands, cripple your cultivation, and return with me to the Jade Void Palace on Kunlun Mountain to receive your punishment! Or, considering your cultivation has not been easy, I may spare a wisp of your true spirit to ascend the Investiture of the Gods!"

His voice was filled with an unquestionable sense of judgment.

There were no questions, no confrontations, only immediate condemnation and sentencing.

It was as if he were heaven, as if he were reason, and his words were an unassailable imperial decree.

In the eyes of this senior disciple of the Chan Sect, the being within Skeleton Mountain was already a dead man.

The only difference was whether he would choose to die with dignity or be utterly annihilated by them, losing even the qualification to ascend the Investiture of the Gods.

Such a grand display by the Chan Sect, almost the moment they descended, alerted the entire Primordial World.

Countless powerful beings, hidden in famous mountains and blessed lands, were awakened from their seclusion. They cast their divine senses, filled with surprise, amusement, or schadenfreude, towards the unremarkable Skeleton Mountain.

In the Fire Cloud Cave.

The three Human Emperors, Heavenly Emperor Fuxi, Earth Emperor Shennong, and Human Emperor Xuanyuan, all opened their eyes.

Fuxi's fingertips flowed with the Eight Trigrams, and the heavenly secrets were in chaos. He frowned, "What a grand gesture. The Twelve Golden Immortals of the Chan Sect have emerged in full force. Who are they intending to kill?"

Emperor Xuanyuan placed his hand on the Xuanyuan Sword, a flash of fighting spirit in his eyes. "Hmph, the Chan Sect has always been protective and overbearing. It's likely that Taiyi caused trouble again outside and kicked an iron plate."

Shennong sighed, a hint of worry on his face. "The Investiture of the Gods Calamity is approaching. Such great karma will likely make this killing tribulation even more intense."

Wuzhuang Temple, Longevity Mountain.

Zhen Yuanzi, the Ancestor of Earth Immortals, was having tea with his friend, Old Ancestor Hongyun.

He suddenly stopped his movement and looked towards the east, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Daoist brother, look at this..." Old Ancestor Hongyun was also surprised.

Zhen Yuanzi calculated with his fingers, then stroked his beard and chuckled, "Interesting, truly interesting. A cave dwelling of unknown origin has managed to draw out the disciples of Saint Yuanshi in full force. I wonder who this Daoist friend is, and how many rounds they can last?"

Northern Darkness Sea, Demon Master Palace.

Demon Master Kunpeng let out a series of sharp, wild laughter that stirred up waves tens of thousands of feet high.

"Fight! Fight! Dogs biting dogs, all covered in fur!"

"Those hypocrites from the Chan Sect have finally run into a tough opponent! Hahaha, I want to see which blind fool will vent my demon race's anger for me! It would be best if they could keep all twelve Golden Immortals on Skeleton Mountain!"

His divine sense was filled with undisguised malice and schadenfreude.

Besides these Quasi-Saint mighty figures, the high and mighty Saintly dojos overlooking all beings, beyond the thirty-three heavens, also cast their gazes of attention.

Western Teachings, Mount Sumeru.

The suffering on Jieyin Daoren's face deepened, while Zhunti Daoren's eyes lit up, and he chuckled sinisterly.

"Senior brother, this is a great opportunity!" Zhunti rubbed his hands excitedly. "The Chan Sect and these people are fighting. No matter who wins or loses, it's a golden opportunity for our Western Teachings! If some Chan Sect disciples are killed or injured, we can go cry to Brother Yuanshi and ask for some benefits. If that Daoist friend on Skeleton Mountain falls, his essence and energy can be guided to the West to become a guardian Vajra!"

In the Wa Palace.

Saintess Nuwa merely glanced indifferently before withdrawing her gaze. Her eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and no one knew what she was thinking.

In an instant, the small Skeleton Mountain had unexpectedly become the center of the storm for the entire Primordial World, drawing the attention of all.

The divine senses of countless mighty figures intertwined here, all curious about one thing.

Who was this mysterious powerhouse who dared to provoke a Saint's lineage?

Facing this seemingly certain death situation, how would he respond?

Would he choose to surrender, or would he choose... to fight to the death?

In everyone's imagination, the best outcome for the being in the cave dwelling would be to be utterly annihilated.

After all, those were the Chan Sect's Twelve Golden Immortals!

They represented the dignity of a Saint!

However, just as everyone thought the White Bone Cave would remain silent until its gates were blasted open by Guang Chengzi and the others.

A clear, steady, and even slightly lazy sound of footsteps slowly emerged from the deep cave entrance.

Step by step.

Neither hurried nor slow, composed and unhurried.

Under the terrifying pressure that could crush mountains and freeze the void, these footsteps seemed as leisurely as a stroll in a garden, completely unaffected.

The next moment, a tall and slender figure appeared at the cave entrance.

The person wore black, possessed a handsome face that seemed otherworldly, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on his lips.

Qin Feng walked out just like that, looking up at the twelve Golden Immortals' formation in the sky, blazing with golden light and exuding murderous intent. He slightly raised an eyebrow.

His gaze didn't seem to be looking at mortal enemies.

It was more like watching a... play that was a bit too noisy and ostentatious.