Chapter 937: The Holy Ancestor of the Immortal Race Appears! You Have Absolutely No Idea What Kind of Existence Stands Behind Us!

"Guangfa, Yuanfa, Xuanfa, why have you not hastened here to aid us in breaking the formation!?" Immortal Lord Longchi bellowed.

"Old scoundrels!" At that very moment, a brilliant treasury of light flashed below as the supreme artifacts of the Sacred Emperor Palace and the Myriad Tribulations Immortal Palace flared with radiance, raining down furiously upon the heads of the several Immortal Lords!

"Old dogs, meet your deaths!"

Before the three Immortal Lords could even comprehend what was happening, they were instantly submerged within a vast, blinding sea of light unleashed by the magical treasures!

By the time they extricated themselves, their faces were covered in dishevelled misery, and they stared at Guangfa, Yuanfa, and Xuanfa as if they had seen ghosts: "What... what on earth is wrong with these three!?"

No matter how hard they racked their brains, they could not understand why these three, whom they had sent to the mortal realm to retrieve the treasures, would turn around in the blink of an eye and use the very artifacts gifted by the three Immortal Lords to slaughter them instead!?

"Could it be...?" The three Immortal Lords exchanged glances, suddenly sensing something utterly sinister. "Could this supreme treasure possess the power to bewitch the human mind!?"

While they were still mired in doubt, a streak of golden light blossomed brilliantly across the horizon.

As that golden light swept past, it immediately threatened to envelop the three of them.

Even as the three Immortal Lords, their hearts were struck with immense horror at this moment; they hastily sacrificed several magical treasures, all of which were celestial wonders they had treasured for countless years, yet within the golden light emitted by that Golden Bushel, they all vanished instantly like mud cows entering the sea, effortlessly swept away!

"What... what kind of treasure is this!?" It was one thing when Xuanfa and the others, possessing low cultivation and crude mastery over the artifacts, had been stripped of their treasures before, which was entirely understandable; but now, they had brought out nearly all their bottom-press treasures, yet they could only resist that golden light for a mere breath before similarly falling into the Golden Bushel.

Originally, the trio had thought that even if these three female immortals could contend with them by relying on the treasures in their hands, it would at most result in a draw. This was much like after the Twelve Golden Immortals were all captured, when Daoist Lu Ya stood before the Yellow River Formation, only knowing to praise his own cultivation, but only when true mastery was revealed on the battlefield did he realize...

"Not good!" Immortal Lord Longchi cried out in alarm, "The might of this treasure far exceeds our expectations!"

Immortal Lord Wuming’s countenance changed drastically almost in an instant.

With a shake of Immortal Lord Longchi's hand, a murky yellow ancient scroll unfurled. As the ancient scroll opened, it blotted out the sky and the sun almost instantly, managing to obstruct the grand golden light of the Primordial Golden Bushel for a fleeting moment.

Quicker than words could tell, the three of them transformed into three streaks of rainbow light and fled immediately!

From the distant direction of the rainbow lights, a voice filled with both shock and fury echoed: "Quick... quick, go invite the Holy Ancestors—!"

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"Thieves, do not run!" Bixiao gave a clear shout and immediately gave chase.

Right after, the three Xiao sisters, brimming with murderous intent, all pursued them. These three Immortal Lords had lingered before the formation for a long time these past days, only sending elders to probe the formation while rarely showing their own faces. Today, they finally had the chance to capture the three Immortal Lords; how could the three Xiao sisters be willing to let the matter rest!?

With the gleam of the Golden Scissors leading the way, the three of them, in the blink of an eye, had already mounted their steeds and soared into the clouds!

"Don't let them escape!" Owner Fang's face darkened. "These three are insidious and malicious; we absolutely cannot let them get away!"

He hurriedly pressed forward in pursuit.

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Meanwhile, the three Xiao sisters pursued the three Immortal Lords, crossing the barrier between the immortal and mortal realms and traversing the Myriad Immortal Sea. Chased relentlessly by the Golden Dragon Scissors and the Primordial Golden Bushel, the three Immortal Lords fled in terror and panic, utterly unaware of what territory they had escaped to.

Looking out into the distance, they saw immortal mists flowing afar, and faintly, a towering immortal mountain seemed to loom ahead, stretching across their path.

Almost without a second thought, the three Immortal Lords plunged headlong into that immortal mountain!

"Sister, let us chase them!" Bixiao cried out, immediately following them inside.

Fang Qi arrived from behind, and looking at this immortal mountain, his eyes flickered as he fell into brief contemplation before he too plunged headlong into the mountain, quickly keeping pace.

Within the immortal mountain, the peaks and ridges formed screens, the foliage cast deep shadows, the crags were bizarre and wondrous, and birds and beasts scurried about.

Upon arriving here, the three Immortal Lords descended directly, taking the small paths winding through the mountains. For some unknown reason, the moment Fang Qi entered this mountain, a strange power seemed to manifest, compelling one to descend from the sky involuntarily. At this moment, a small path appeared ahead, beside which stood a stone platform. Seated on the left and right of the platform were two elderly men, one in purple robes and one in yellow robes, deeply engrossed in a game of chess at its climax, seemingly paying absolutely no heed to the pursuing three Xiao sisters and Fang Qi.

The two blocked the path ahead with serene expressions. The yellow-robed Daoist, clad in silk garments and hemp shoes with a Daoist bun atop his head, slightly raised his eyes and cast a casual glance at the three Xiao sisters and Fang Qi.

"Who are you? How dare you block our way!?" The three Xiao sisters instantly wore cold expressions and questioned sharply.

The yellow-robed Daoist first examined the three Xiao sisters and Fang Qi with cold indifference, and immediately following that, gave a harsh shout: "Vile creatures!"

"How dare you come to the Desolate Tribulation Peak to run wild!?" The purple-robed Daoist also cast a cold sweep over the four of them. "Under whose lineage did you study? It is not impossible that this poor Daoist recognizes one or two of them; even your masters would not dare to be presumptuous here on Desolate Tribulation Peak. The youngsters of today truly understand rules less and less."

"And who are you?" Yunxiao asked.

"Sister, why speak so much with him!?" Bixiao said. "These two blocking us here must be in league with those three Immortal Lords. We need only sacrifice the Golden Dragon Scissors and the Primordial Golden Bushel to show them our might!"

As her words fell, the two individuals did not move in the slightest, each wearing a cold sneer on their faces.

A flash of golden light from the scissors snipped toward the yellow-robed Daoist, yet before it could even reach him, it was deflected to the side by an invisible force; the Golden Dragon Scissors failed to harm him in the slightest!

Immediately after, the three Xiao sisters sacrificed the Primordial Golden Bushel once more, but before the golden light from the bushel could touch their bodies, the yellow-robed Daoist gave a flick of his wide sleeve, unexpectedly brushing the Golden Bushel aside!

Only at this moment did the three Immortal Lords dare to poke their heads out from behind the bizarre rocks.

The three Immortal Lords stepped out from the mountain rocks behind one after another, saying with utmost reverence: "It is the two Holy Ancestors! The three of us were pursued and hunted to this place; we had no intention of offending the two Holy Ancestors, and we hope for your forgiveness!"

The yellow-robed Daoist waved his hand at the trio, and only then did he look toward Fang Qi and the others: "Chasing the Immortal Lords of my clan until they have nowhere left to run, and wishing to commit violence on Desolate Tribulation Peak... you all truly possess immense audacity!"

From these two individuals, Fang Qi could not sense any aura whatsoever, but it was precisely because of this that the opponents resembled a bottomless abyss, leaving Fang Qi completely unwilling to make any rash movements.

That faint, overwhelming sensation was something Fang Qi had felt from only one kind of person before.

They... perhaps symbolized the most unattainable summit of this world. In the presence of such existences, even Fang Qi could not help but harbor an instinctive feeling of dread in his heart.

"Do you know fear now?" Immortal Lord Wanjie sneered. "Do you understand now? From the very beginning, you were destined for failure!"

He looked at the expressions of Fang Qi and the others as if looking at a few lowly and ignorant, pitiful insects: "The world believes that our major Immortal Lords, ruling over the Immortal Race, are the most powerful existences in the Myriad Immortal Sea. But if you truly think so, then it can only be said to be too laughable. Defeating us signifies absolutely nothing; you have no inkling of what kind of existence stands behind us!"

"Now, do you know!?"

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Let's stop writing here for today... it's written too late

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