They Must Sweep the Courtyard and Uproot the Lair

Thirty-six Heaven Stabilizing Divine Stake, inscribed with dense runes and stained with the blood of the Ancestor, are a shocking sight, sinking inch by inch into the Immortal Grave, which is as high as the mountain itself.

All the Ancestor fell silent, motionless. Their bodies were broken and only bones remained, yet they still stood tall and silent. They used their own Blood Essence to create thirty-six Divine Stakes to suppress the Earth Immortal.

Outside the desert, many people had bloodshot eyes, clenched their fists, and growled and sobbed. There were so many cultivators here, yet they couldn't offer any help.

Before their eyes still appeared the calm and composed figures of the Ancestor, and in their ears still echoed their firm and resolute words, "In the future, our descendants will come to our door and, on our behalf, debate with you once again to determine who is superior!"

"Ancestor, in the future we will surely sweep away all evil spirits beneath the immortal Immortal Grave!" Many young people shouted loudly here, their eyes filled with tears.

Many young men also drew their weapons, the clanging sounds were incessant, and cold light flowed between the swords and blades, a murderous aura surged forth.

The older generation gazed silently into the distance, their lips trembling as if they were murmuring something, tears welling in their old eyes.

"Let's retreat, recuperate for a hundred years, and then consider flattening this place," a Grandmaster- level figure said.

"Before that, let's retrieve the remains of our Ancestor and bring them back to their homeland," someone said, tears streaming down their face.

However, a few experienced travelers objected, worried that there might still be dangers and strange occurrences there, and that it was not advisable to venture deeper into the desert at this stage for the sake of caution.

"We'll go ourselves and bring our master home!" A disciple personally taught by the Ancestor stepped out of the group.

"We'll go too, to respectfully invite our Ancestor back to his homeland!" Many young people stepped forward, their eyes red, their voices firm, determined not to tolerate their Ancestor's corpse lying exposed in the desert.

"Something has changed!" Grandmaster Ling Canghai exclaimed solemnly, raising his voice.

After the great battle, the Daoist aura and terrifying runic energy that had impacted the Heaven-Illuminating Realm at the Immortal Grave were no longer present, and the surrounding scenery was now clearly visible.

"What?"

"Is that the evil spirits retaliating? They're still trying to break free!"

A terrifying scene was reflected in the suspended mirror.

The large tombs were shaking violently, as if trying to support the thirty-six Divine Stakes.

The commotion was greatest, especially at the main tomb, where billowing white Immortal Mist rose upwards, and the previously opened Yin Soil and Blood Sea seemed to be about to Present World.

However, the thirty-six Heaven Stabilizing Divine Stake were powerful weapons that could influence the fate of the clan, jointly refined by the three ancestral Ancestor. Now, they were stained with the blood of the refiners and were originally of great importance, belonging to forbidden objects. Although they were shaking, they were difficult to pull out.

Moreover, the blood on the stake was glowing, resonating, and burning, and instead began to press down on the Divine Stakes, driving it all into the interior of the Immortal Grave.

The faintly reappearing Yin Soil, Blood Sea, and Earth Immortal Palace all faded away again.

"No!" came an angry growl from the main tomb.

Suddenly, a glowing figure appeared, struggling to escape from the crack in the self-made grave.

He wore a golden jeweled Crown Bead Curtain, his entire body was crimson, and he was draped in a precious robe covered with runes that flowed with dazzling Immortal Light, while a thick white mist rose up.

"The blood of Earth Immortal... he is willing to pay a heavy price and is still trying to break free."

"How can we stop him? Is it too late for us to get there?"

Many people had Spirit Artifact floating above their heads, clanging and emitting dazzling light. They could not tolerate the rebirth of the Earth Immortal that their Ancestor had suppressed with his life.

Not only that, other large tombs were also shaking, with soil tumbling down and cracks appearing, from which hazy figures covered in dense runes crawled outwards.

The thirty-six Divine Stakes hummed and roared, and all the characters on the stakes lit up. In an instant, dense beams of light flew out and fell towards the main tomb and more than a dozen Immortal Grave.

The figure formed from the Earth Immortal Blood was given special attention. He had just managed to squeeze out part of his body from the world behind him when he was severed by light.

He roared in agony, while even more Immortal Light rained down, threatening to obliterate him completely.

"These Divine Stakes have an unfathomable origin." The Earth Immortal's pupils contracted, and he crumbled and disintegrated amidst helplessness and resentment.

However, at the last moment, a few drops of his blood broke through the runic Immortal Light and splashed onto the ground outside. They shimmered with divine light, like blood diamonds and rubies, dazzling under the illumination.

The drops of blood did not gather together, but instead disappeared into the ground. Immediately, smaller mounds rose from the ground, and the blood drops were to New Life and take shape in the mounds.

"Charge! We absolutely cannot tolerate him developing Earth Immortal clone!"

"Fortunately, we discovered it in time; he didn't have time to develop!"

While people were relieved, they also felt a chill of fear. This Earth Immortal Divine Ability was incredibly powerful; even after being sealed away, he still possessed such abilities.

In fact, not only that, but other large tombs also saw near-successful attempts.

Some spilled a single drop of blood, while others spilled less than half a drop, landing in front of the Immortal Grave and forming smaller bulges, like additional small graves.

We have to charge in immediately!

Immediately, many warships took off, this time not slowly, but almost burning, bursting into the night sky at top speed.

Along the way, many people were polishing their Spirit Artifact and rare treasures, eager to get to the scene immediately and recoup some interest for their Ancestor.

"The Sun Elf Race must be exterminated, not a single one should be left!" someone on the ship said, their voice icy.

"I don't know if Founding Ancestor Helian's three arrows shattered the city of that tribe. If some of them fell but survived, they will be put on our tribe's kill list from now on, and none of them will be able to escape."

Many young people ran their hands over the sword blades, stood at the bow of the ship gazing at the night sky, their killing intent surging.

People suspect that the Sun Elf Race are tomb guardians, servants of the tomb's owner, who feed the immortals here and have harmed countless people over the long years.

Perhaps, more than one major clan has fallen here.

Some great clans' Ancestor, after encountering misfortune, might simply be buried there, and later become Corpse Liberation Immortal.

Some pondered, saying, "The problem is that one of the three great Ancestor of the Sun Elf Race might still be alive. That could be... extremely troublesome, especially since our race is currently at its weakest."

"Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse. We still have our Ancestor in our rear. Destroying this treacherous Sun Elf Race shouldn't be a problem."

However, upon closer inspection, it was discovered that this was almost a complete mass exodus, leaving very few of the Ancestor who had remained to hold the rear.

More than a dozen people came from the Immortal Path, and quite a few Ancestor of the Esoteric Sect also participated. Five people came from the New Life Path. This is a complete all-out effort.

At this moment, everyone felt a heavy weight in their hearts. With so many top-tier combatants lost at once, would the Jedi creatures that were supposed to be "guarding the home" cause trouble?

Those on New Life Path were even thinking of Cao Qianqiu. Since being severely injured, this old guy had been recuperating. Could he be planning to make a triumphant comeback in the Reign Over the World?

Throughout the journey, people felt heavy-hearted and conflicted.

Finally, they reached the largest oasis and returned to the territory of the Immortal Grave.

Ahead lay devastation, a scene of utter ruin. The earth seemed to have been plowed clean, and the nearby mountains and peaks had all been severed and swept away.

Moreover, the ground was covered with many dark ravines, resembling Abyss.

Many of those Immortal Grave had collapsed or been leveled, indicating that the battle was exceptionally fierce.

Thirty-six Divine Stakes were fixed in the tomb, with only their ends showing and glowing faintly, still bearing traces of the Ancestor's blood that had not yet dried.

As for the Immortal Grave, there is a severed hand covered with long black hair, with fingernails longer than the height of an adult man, and there are also unburnt yellow paper fluttering in the wind.

On the ground were broken armor, a broken bow, a shattered bronze furnace, and a broken spear, all stained with blood and scattered everywhere.

These were the battle armor and weapons of the Ancestor, which were all shattered as they died in battle.

Amidst the broken earth and rocks, there were numerous bright red bloodstains, as well as large chunks of torn flesh, some from malevolent immortals, and many left behind by the Ancestor.

The only body that remained intact was that of the Present Tathagata. After the Blood Sea receded, his large body sat there cross-legged, bleeding from his seven orifices, with no trace of life left inside.

The female Ancestor of Sunland Yu Shaohua, was exceptionally beautiful in life, but now only half of her head remains, her eyes are dim, and her black hair is covered in blood.

The Ancestor of Pure Land Buddhism, Sun Taichu, stood upright with his crippled body, as hard as if cast from divine iron. Facing the direction of the Immortal Grave, his right hand, devoid of flesh and blood, remained in a forward-slashing posture, like a blade.

The massive Dragon Elephant had six broken tusks scattered about, and the shattered body of the Esoteric Sect Ancestor lay sprawled... The sight was horrifying and unbearable to behold.

Finally, those Ancestor who refined the thirty-six Divine Stakes had no flesh left on their remains, only broken, snow-white bones, yet they still stood tall.

Now, the ground occasionally collapses, and fragments of bone fall from their bodies from time to time.

They were severely wounded in the great battle, and their bones, which were harder than divine iron, were already riddled with cracks. Now, with the slightest tremor, bone fragments would separate and fall off.

"Ancestor, we're taking you home!" Many people cried out.

In an instant, almost everyone in this area shed tears and wept uncontrollably. An intense and overwhelming sorrow surged forth, sweeping across the entire devastated land.

"We respectfully invite the remains of our Ancestor back to his homeland!"

Some people, their faces filled with grief and tears, staggered as they prepared to collect the remains of the Ancestor.

"First, eliminate future threats, then eradicate all the Earth Immortal Blood!"

"And all the other life seeds that the evil immortals scattered outside must be burned clean, to be used as offerings to our Ancestor!"

Some young men, their blood boiling with rage, led the way, all having drawn their swords and with radiant treasures floating above their heads, ready to personally sever any hope of the evil immortal's rebirth.

Just then, many of the older generation suddenly looked up, as if they had sensed something unusual.

The Grandmaster, on the other hand, were already tense, their eyes gleaming with Divine Radiance, gazing towards the distant horizon.

A moment later, even the young disciples sensed the danger.

In the distance, yellow sand surged and billowed, and the night fog in the pitch-black sky completely collapsed and quickly dissipated.

Everyone tensed up.

On the horizon, it seemed as if countless ferocious beasts were galloping, or as if huge waves were constantly crashing against the shore, deafeningly loud, gradually sweeping across the entire world and surging towards this place!

Lu Zizai gazed calmly at the night sky and said, "The formidable enemy has arrived!"