One Hundred Thousand Immortal Soldiers Press Upon the Eastern Sea? Then They Can All Go Down and Take a Bath

Luxuan's single sentence instantly silenced the battlefield, which had been in chaos moments before.

The thirty-six Celestial Court Primordial Unity immortals stopped fighting instinctively.

In the distance, the Immortal Lord who had just been preparing to suppress the Three Cloud Sisters with his Great Luo cultivation had already been smashed into the depths of the Eastern Sea. Even now, he had yet to fly back out.

The remaining two Great Luo wore ugly expressions.

Before coming here, they had naturally known that the Celestial Court's envoys had suffered a miserable defeat last time.

But according to Purple Palace Isle's assessment, Luxuan had most likely relied on the Penglai Primordial Formation to possess that kind of strength.

That was why the three Great Luo had never truly stepped within Penglai's boundaries from beginning to end.

And what happened?

Luxuan had left the island.

There was no formation.

There had been no prior buildup of power.

With one casual slap, another Great Luo was gone.

How were they supposed to fight this?

One of the Great Luo gritted his teeth.

"Luxuan, the Celestial Court was founded by the foremost male immortal appointed by the Dao Ancestor. Are you truly going to oppose the Sovereign again and again?"

Even Luxuan was getting tired of hearing this.

If they could not win, they invoked Dongwang Gong.

If Dongwang Gong could not suppress him, they brought out Hongjun.

This whole routine was rather like the Great Wilderness version of, "I have people above me."

"I have already said it."

"Penglai has nothing to do with the Celestial Court."

"If you cannot understand that, I do not mind using other methods to help you remember."

The remaining two Great Luo exchanged glances.

The next instant, they attacked at the same time.

One produced a Purple-Gold Immortal Pagoda.

The other wielded a black divine spear.

The two innate spirit treasures erupted simultaneously, their Great Luo mana bearing down upon Luxuan from both sides.

"Master, be careful!"

Yunxiao cried out instinctively.

Luxuan did not even turn his head.

He raised his right hand.

He curled his fingers.

Then flicked them.

Clang!

The black divine spear that reached him first abruptly changed direction, shooting back faster than it had come.

The spear-wielding Great Luo did not even have time to react before his own treasure struck him, making him cough up blood.

On the other side, the Purple-Gold Immortal Pagoda had just descended.

Luxuan answered with a backhanded palm strike.

Boom!

The immortal pagoda let out a mournful cry under unbearable strain, then flew tens of thousands of miles away along with its owner.

From the moment he began attacking to the moment both Great Luo were downed—

Less than three breaths had passed.

Bixiao watched with beaming delight.

Just now, the three sisters had fought back and forth against a group of Primordial Unity immortals, and they had already felt that the results of their years of cultivation were quite impressive.

But looking at their master's side—

They truly could not compare.

It was too easy on one's self-esteem.

Luxuan did not pursue them.

He merely allowed the Celestial Court's people to leave with the three Great Luo.

He could not be bothered to repeat the same words a third time.

Yet this time, the Celestial Court clearly had no intention of letting the matter rest.

Although Purple Palace Isle did its utmost to suppress the news of several Great Luo suffering consecutive defeats, there had never truly been an airtight wall in the Great Wilderness.

There were countless rogue immortals in the Eastern Sea.

And the second clash had created such an enormous disturbance.

Within only a few hundred years, news concerning Penglai had spread rapidly.

Some said that Penglai's master, Luxuan, was an ancient mighty figure left over from the era of creation.

Some said Luxuan himself was an innate sacred being born from Penglai, naturally capable of controlling the entire immortal isle.

Others even swore that they had personally seen Dongwang Gong visit Penglai, only to be beaten until he cried.

That last claim was rather absurd.

But once rumors began to spread, they were difficult to steer according to anyone's wishes.

What Dongwang Gong found most intolerable was not people discussing how powerful Luxuan was.

It was that more and more people had begun discussing one question.

Could the Celestial Court truly govern Penglai?

The prestige of the foremost male immortal had originally come from Hongjun's appointment and the recognition of countless immortals.

If even a Penglai master at the Great Luo realm could send the Celestial Court's envoys back twice in succession, while the Celestial Court never made a real response, then those mighty figures who had originally intended to join Purple Palace Isle would naturally begin to have second thoughts.

Thus, the third time came even faster than the first two.

And its scale could not be spoken of in the same breath.

On this day—

The Three Cloud Sisters were reviewing what they had gained from the previous battle at Enlightenment Cliff.

Suddenly, an unending roll of war drums sounded from beyond Penglai's perimeter.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

With every beat, the sea region for hundreds of millions of miles trembled along with it.

Yunxiao opened her eyes at once.

The immortal sword in Qiongxiao's hand slid half an inch from its sheath on its own.

Bixiao, meanwhile, sprang directly up from her meditation cushion.

"Could it be the Celestial Court again?"

Luxuan's voice drifted over from afar.

"Congratulations."

"You guessed right."

When the three sisters reached the edge of Penglai, they finally understood why even their master's voice carried a hint of amusement this time.

The distant skies had already been completely covered by densely packed immortal soldiers.

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers stood atop the clouds.

Every ten thousand formed a massive battle formation.

Eight Zenith Heaven Golden Immortals respectively guarded the eight formation nodes.

Further behind them, several dozen Primordial Unity Golden Immortals commanded their respective divisions.

Immortal banners fluttered.

War drums shook the heavens.

The vast immortal might plunged nearly half the Eastern Sea into oppressive stillness.

Across the Eastern Sea, countless rogue immortals had long since retreated far away.

Even some mighty figures with profound cultivation had extended their divine senses toward this place.

The disturbances from the first two times could only be regarded as friction between the Celestial Court and Penglai.

But this time, one hundred thousand immortal soldiers had arrived at the border.

Its significance was entirely different.

The Celestial Court was clearly prepared to truly reclaim its lost face.

"Luxuan!"

The voice of a Great Luo standing at the center of the battle formation boomed like thunder.

"You have repeatedly injured the Great Luo of our Celestial Court and insulted the Sovereign's dignity."

"Today, one hundred thousand immortal soldiers have come. If you still remain stubbornly obsessed—"

Luxuan had already slowly stepped out from behind the Three Cloud Sisters.

"Wait."

That Great Luo frowned.

"What else do you have to say?"

Luxuan looked up at the immortal soldiers covering the heavens.

"I merely wished to ask."

"Before you fight every time, must you always spout so much nonsense?"

"..."

The imposing momentum of the hundred-thousand-strong immortal army seemed to freeze for an instant.

Behind him, Bixiao could not hold it in and burst out laughing.

That Great Luo's face darkened like water.

"Form the formation!"

Rumble!

The eight Great Luo activated their mana at the same time.

The auras of one hundred thousand immortal soldiers instantly merged into one.

A colossal Celestial Court battle formation, nearly covering a million miles of sea, slowly took shape.

Boundless immortal light transformed into a ten-thousand-zhang dharma manifestation wielding a giant sword.

Its terrifying pressure even far surpassed that of an ordinary Great Luo Perfection expert.

The divine senses of the observing mighty figures trembled faintly.

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers.

Eight Great Luo.

Even in the present Great Wilderness, such a lineup could be called exceedingly terrifying.

"Master."

Yunxiao's expression was solemn.

"What do you need us to do?"

Luxuan rolled his wrist.

"No need."

"The last batch was for you to practice against."

"This batch has too many people. Fighting them would easily waste time."

Bixiao blinked.

"Then what do we do?"

Luxuan looked up at the sky.

"Simple."

"Send them all down together."

As his words fell, he took one step beyond Penglai's boundaries.

At the same time, the Celestial Court's colossal formation fully activated.

"Suppress!"

One hundred thousand immortal soldiers roared in unison.

The giant sword in the ten-thousand-zhang dharma manifestation descended from the heavens, carrying boundless immortal light.

Before its edge had even reached the sea, the Eastern Sea was forcibly split by the terrifying pressure, forming a vast chasm that stretched hundreds of thousands of miles across.

Luxuan stood beneath the giant sword, his figure so small it could almost be ignored.

The next instant—

He raised his right hand.

There was no spirit treasure.

There was no dharma manifestation.

There were not even any gaudy divine powers or spectacular phenomena.

He simply struck upward with a palm.

Boom—!

At the instant the palm print collided with the giant sword, heaven and earth seemed to freeze for a brief moment.

Then, beneath countless stunned gazes, the immortal sword forged from the combined power of one hundred thousand immortal soldiers and eight Great Luo began to crack apart inch by inch from its tip.

A single crack.

Ten cracks.

Tens of millions of cracks!

Boom!

The giant sword exploded completely.

All one hundred thousand immortal soldiers shuddered violently.

The eight Da Luo guarding the formation cores changed expression in unison.

"Hold the formation steady!"

"Don't let him break it!"

The Celestial Court forces frantically poured power into the formation.

But Luxuan raised his hand again.

"Get down."

The second palm strike.

Rumble!

The sky for a million li around them suddenly sank.

An invisible giant palm woven from magical power and the Great Dao directly covered the entire Celestial Court battle formation.

The hundred thousand immortal soldiers felt as though an ancient divine mountain had suddenly been dropped onto their backs.

The clouds shattered.

The formation patterns collapsed.

One immortal soldier fell.

A thousand.

Ten thousand.

And finally, all one hundred thousand!

From afar, the immortals filled the sky like dumplings being dropped into a pot, splashing into the Eastern Sea with a crackling patter.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Countless enormous columns of water exploded from the sea in succession.

The eight Da Luo still tried to hold on.

Luxuan's gaze swept over them.

Before the third palm strike truly descended, the immortal light protecting their bodies had already begun to tremble violently.

"Run!"

No one knew who shouted first.

But it was too late.

Luxuan pressed down with one palm.

All eight Da Luo fell from the heavens at once.

The hundred thousand immortal soldiers, whose momentum had once been vast enough to blot out the sky and cover the earth, were all suppressed into the Eastern Sea in the blink of an eye.

In the distance.

The divine senses that had been secretly watching the battle all fell completely silent.

One Da Luo.

Driving back the Celestial Court twice.

That could be explained as relying on Penglai's advantageous terrain.

But now Luxuan stood outside the island.

With one palm, he broke the grand formation of the Celestial Court's hundred-thousand-strong army.

With a second palm, he suppressed one hundred thousand immortal soldiers.

With a third palm, he crushed eight Da Luo.

How could that possibly be explained?

At the edge of Penglai Island.

Bixiao lay atop a cloud, peering down below.

The sea was filled with Celestial Court cultivators floundering about in disarray.

"Master."

"It looks like they really all went down for a bath this time."

Luxuan chuckled softly.

"The Eastern Sea is so vast."

"There's enough water for them to wash."

Purple Palace Isle.

Deep within an immortal palace.

A huge water mirror floated before Dongwang Gong.

Within the mirror was the final scene of the Celestial Court's hundred-thousand-strong army being suppressed by three palm strikes.

Crack!

The jade cup in Dongwang Gong's hand instantly turned to powder.

He remained silent for a moment.

Then slowly rose from his imperial throne.

"Prepare my carriage."

The expressions of several Celestial Court Da Luo within the hall changed at once.

Dongwang Gong raised his eyes toward Penglai.

"I will go myself."