The Patriarch Returns

Ignoring the cries rising behind him, Ning Ye continued on his way, only to see countless soldiers charging at him from every direction. Even the street thugs, peddlers, and laborers came at him with blades in hand, their faces fierce, as though this man would let them soar to greatness from this day forth.

Disappointment filled Ning Ye's heart. He did not entangle himself with them, merely rising into the air and flying toward the sky.

At this sight, the soldiers all shouted, "An immortal has descended! An immortal has descended!"

There was no fear on their faces—only fury.

Then beams of radiance shot into the heavens, accompanied by the clear ringing of cloud chimes.

From the clouds overhead, a great number of cultivators descended. They all wore splendid battle robes patterned with swirling clouds and carried magical artifacts and treasures of every sort.

At their head was an imposing cultivator, like a heavenly soldier descending into the mortal world. He shouted, "What sect's disciple are you, to dare violate the prohibition separating immortals and mortals and descend without authorization? Return with me at once to receive your punishment!"

As he spoke, he swung a whip down.

This whip was called the Divine-Descent Whip. It struck directly at the Primordial Spirit; even an Immaculate Realm cultivator struck by it would have their soul forced from their body, making them easy to capture.

Yet when it reached Ning Ye's head, it merely spun in place and did not fall.

The leading cultivator panicked somewhat. An experienced man, he immediately sensed trouble. This cultivator is so arrogant. He did not dodge the whip, and his Primordial Spirit was completely unaffected. He is most likely a cultivator above the Nirvana Realm. He turned and shouted, "He's a tough one! Quickly, summon the law-enforcement