Saving the World or Saving One's Own

Boom!

Battle raged beneath the Immortal-Banishing Sword Array in Xilang Prefecture. At the same time, fighting had broken out along the former border between Qingyun Prefecture and the Witch Tribe in Azure Cloud Prefecture.

Beyond the Azure Cloud Cemetery, the border wall once built by the Azure Cloud Li Family and Qingyun Prefecture's cultivators collapsed. The magic of cultivators and immortals set the forest ablaze—a forest that had grown lush again over the centuries since the war between humans and witches, stretching as far as the eye could see.

With a final explosion, Spirit Boats swept over the ruins of the wall. Figures of Southern Border cultivators appeared at their prows.

Xuanyuan Liqun of the Xuanyuan Family in Single-Name Prefecture sat cross-legged at one prow. He was badly wounded and struggled to suppress the raging immortal spiritual energy within him. Old Bear, who usually stayed close to him, kept his distance. After Xuanyuan Liqun became a half-immortal, Old Bear had also fallen into a demonic state. Bloodthirsty by nature though Old Bear was, he had only reached the level of a demon king after his transformation.

Cultivators from the Eternal Immortal Sect were there as well. On the surface, the sect's strength amounted to no more than numerous Spirit Transformation cultivators. But Blue Ancestor had lived for ages, and with the war between humans and immortals, geniuses like Xu Xian and Zishu Feng had returned from across the world. Two of Blue Ancestor's disciples were aboard this Spirit Boat, addressing each other as senior and junior brother.

Xuanyuan Liqun glanced at them. One was a broad-faced, burly man dressed like a hunter, his chest bare. In his left hand he held a sharp magic-treasure blade. With it, he silently carved another mark into his muscular, scar-covered arm. Clearly, he had