Myriad Immortals Seek to Slay Queen Mother of the West, Twelve Ancestor Witches Enter the Fray

"Niu Niu?"

Nan Ji asked belatedly, "Where is Niu Niu?"

"Queen Mother of the West is Niu Niu, and Niu Niu is Queen Mother of the West."

Houtu was so anxious she was about to cry.

"Ah!"

Hearing this, Nan Ji finally understood.

No wonder the Queen Mother of the West had a temper but was willing to intervene for him at the Purple Heaven Palace.

No wonder she was unwilling to listen to Bihai Yuanjun's words but was willing to go to the East Sea for him.

So, she was Niu Niu.

Everything made sense now.

With this realization, Nan Ji, without time to explain to the Three Pure Ones, transformed into his true form, a spirit crane, and flew into the sky.

"Stop!"

Seeing the immortal crane flying from Xuanqing Peak on Kunlun Mountain, East King Duke paused the command flag in his hand.

He thought for a moment, certain that this immortal crane belonged to the Three Pure Ones.

Under normal circumstances, he would have given the Three Pure Ones some face, but today was his opportunity to establish his authority among the beings of the Great Desolation.

How could he stop the grand formation that was already in motion?

Seeing this, Nan Ji channeled his magic power and shouted, "East King Duke, why are you being so presumptuous on my Kunlun Mountain!"

East King Duke's face turned ashen. He hadn't expected an immortal crane would dare speak to him like this.

With a dark expression, he replied, "I am acting under the Dao Ancestor's command as the foremost male immortal of the Great Desolation. What business is it of yours?"

This statement, if heard by other beings in the Great Desolation, would have had a remarkable effect.

Any Saint, upon hearing their name, would feel a connection in the unseen realms.

However, in this Great Desolation, there were two individuals who did not fear the Dao Ancestor, and by chance, both were within Kunlun. Nan Ji was one of them.

Nan Ji said, "What business is it of mine?"

As he spoke, Nan Ji raised the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda above his head and roared, "My Kunlun lineage is a direct disciple of Dao Ancestor Hongjun. You are encircling my Kunlun and destroying my mountain gate without cause. Is this the Dao Ancestor's arrangement?"

This statement, instead, startled East King Duke.

Especially upon seeing the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda appear, he began to have doubts about Nan Ji's identity.

"I will compensate my three senior martial brothers for any harm done to Kunlun Mountain in the future. How dare you question me?"

"And who are you?"

At this moment, East King Duke naturally did not want to waste more words with the immortal crane before him.

However, because Nan Ji had channeled his magic power to spread his voice throughout the Great Desolation, he had no choice but to respond.

He was here to establish his authority, but he could not appear tyrannical.

"Me?"

Under the shroud of the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, Nan Ji finished speaking and resumed his human form.

"Nan Ji!"

East King Duke's pupils contracted.

"It's you!"

He had a deep impression of Nan Ji.

In his memory, Nan Ji was first personally granted a front-row seat by Dao Ancestor Hongjun at Zixiao Palace, and then he was kept behind by the Dao Ancestor after the lecture at Zixiao Palace concluded.

As the foremost male immortal, East King Duke had a very profound impression of him.

With this thought, East King Duke's expression flickered.

Especially when he saw the appearance of the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda, it proved that the Three Pure Ones also supported this eldest disciple.

"Since you recognize me, why are you surrounding my Kunlun and destroying my Xuanqing Peak?"

Nan Ji's voice remained as imposing as ever.

Seeing Nan Ji's aggressive stance, East King Duke snorted, "You junior, why should I explain myself to you?"

Just then, through the spatial rift, the remaining eleven Ancestor Witches also emerged one after another.

Under Houtu's signal, Zhurong directly shouted, "Twelfth brother, why are you wasting words with him?"

Following that, Zhurong's body rapidly expanded, instantly reaching tens of thousands of feet.

Roar~

With Zhurong's roar, he extended his hand, which was covered in the Divine Fire of the Heavens, and smashed it towards the Myriad Immortals Formation.

Bang~

The dark red flames and the light shield formed by the Myriad Immortals Formation collided.

The immense impact forced Zhurong to take half a step back. In contrast, two cultivators within the Myriad Immortals Formation instantly perished.

Seeing this, East King Duke began to doubt if his decision was correct.

Who would have thought that in an attempt to assert dominance over Queen Mother of the West, he would end up provoking the disciples of the Three Pure Ones and the Twelve Ancestor Witches?

However, an arrow loosed from the bow cannot be recalled.

Despite his unease, East King Duke laughed heartily, "The Myriad Immortals Formation is the foremost formation of my Immortal Court, gathering the power of tens of thousands of immortals. How could you, Zhurong, possibly break it?"

"Ah!"

Seeing this, Zhurong didn't waste more words with East King Duke and continued to smash at the Myriad Immortals Formation with his fists.

"Brothers and sisters, let's go!"

Houtu, concerned for the fate of the Queen Mother of the West, secretly transmitted a message to Nan Ji before leading the remaining Ancestor Witches in a charge.

In an instant, twelve colossal figures appeared between heaven and earth.

They were ferocious in appearance, surrounded by different laws of power, and were destructively battering the Myriad Immortals Formation with brute force.

For a time, the skies above Kunlun Mountain were filled with continuous, deafening roars.

Meanwhile, Nan Ji, having received Houtu's message, went to search the place where the Queen Mother of the West had been thrown.

Not long after, Nan Ji found a severely injured giant white tiger.

She was leaning precariously against the side of a mountain, her massive tiger eyes vacant. Upon seeing Nan Ji approach, a single, enormous tear welled up.

"Big... brother..."

Niu Niu uttered these three words with her colossal body struggling, and then her tiger eyes closed heavily, falling into a coma.

Seeing this, Nan Ji quickly used the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda to take her in and then bolted towards Xuanqing Peak.

"Senior Martial Uncle, Master, Martial Uncle, help!"

Before even reaching Xuanqing Peak, Nan Ji was already shouting at the top of his lungs.

Upon arriving at Xuanqing Peak, Nan Ji saw that the doors of Changsheng Hall were already open.

He immediately understood, knowing that his Master, Yuanshi, had stopped his cultivation to wait for him.

Without further thought, Nan Ji swiftly flew into Changsheng Hall.

Upon entering Changsheng Hall, Nan Ji saw Laozi, Yuanshi, and Tongtian standing inside.

"Senior Martial Uncle, Master, Martial Uncle, please save Niu... Martial Uncle Queen Mother of the West."

As Nan Ji spoke, he took out the Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda.

Without much ado, Laozi took the pagoda first and released Queen Mother of the West.

When Laozi released her, Queen Mother of the West had already transformed into her human form, her eyes tightly shut, her life or death unknown.

"Senior Martial Uncle?"

Nan Ji asked anxiously.

But Laozi shook his head and said, "Alas, this... her origin has been damaged. I fear..."

Upon hearing this, Nan Ji's eyes immediately turned red. Abandoning his usual respectful demeanor, he directly flew out of the hall.

Laozi stared blankly at Nan Ji's retreating figure, paused for a moment, and then continued, "I fear it will take at least ten thousand years for her to recover, but her life is not in danger."

Tongtian looked at the rushing Nan Ji and then at the slow-moving Laozi, wanting to say something.

However, he instinctively glanced at Yuanshi and dared not utter a word.

Yuanshi, who had prepared to reach out and pat Tongtian, also quietly withdrew his hand in helplessness. Yuanshi said, "Eldest Brother, look how anxious Nan Ji is. Why don't you speak faster?"

Laozi, hearing this, did not get angry. He merely said, "Nan Ji has a gentle nature. This incident is not necessarily a bad thing."

Seeing that his Eldest Brother, Laozi, already had a plan, Yuanshi said no more.

As for the Myriad Immortals Formation, the Three Pure Ones were not worried at all, for behind them stood a supreme being.