The sky was torn apart by the chaotic light of battle, with flames falling all around.

Thunderous roars echoed through the heavens, sending the entire Wanling City trembling.

Outside the city, millions of beings stood together, looking at the sky, their eyes reflecting the flames.

"Why?"

"Why are they attacking us?"

This scene was utterly incomprehensible to many humans.

From ancient times until now, the people have always offered incense to the Immortals, never sparing words of praise.

Wanling Country hadn't done anything wrong; why would the Immortals attack them?

"Immortal Dao."

The conversation that resonated across heaven and earth provided the answer.

Everyone becoming an Immortal—was an existence not permitted.

"Mom, why can't we become Immortals?"

A boy asked, holding his mother's hand.

The mother shook her head, gripping the boy's hand tightly, watching the raging flames in the sky.

The prosperity of Wanling City, like a bubble, was gradually disappearing under the hand of the Immortals.

For some demons from Huaguo Mountain, this scene had a profound impact on their hearts.

Memories of the past had not yet faded, and here it was happening again.

This is the second time, the second time—

"There's a shockwave coming, quickly raise the protective barrier!"

Immortal officials and fairies from the Wanling Hall flew over the crowd.

Soon after, protective barriers began rising up one by one around Wanling City.

Supervised by the Great Emperor Zhenwu, with Star Official Angri, Water Moon Fairy, Fairy Chang'e, Elder Jin Chan, and others protecting each evacuation point, millions of lives were sheltered.

They couldn't partake in the battle; there were simply too many residents in Wanling City for just a few Immortals to protect.

Daji and Lady Rakshasa protected the closest evacuation point to the battlefield. Firelight shot across the sky, with stray glimmers occasionally falling around them, blocked by the barriers.

Each defensive barrier was built upon the foundation of the Spiritual Network, extremely robust, but as time passed, they could barely block sporadic bursts of light.

Several flashes of Buddha Light fell from midair, breaking through the barrier and crashing to the ground. Daji saw that it was eight Arhats.

"Daji!"

Lady Rakshasa was shocked; she and Daji couldn't handle so many Arhats.

"Using numbers to bully the few, I hate you."

Daji spat out: "Get lost from me!"

The eight Arhats had just gotten up, but hearing her voice, they immediately huddled together and rolled away.

Rakshasa was dumbfounded.

"Daji, aren't you not good at fighting?"

"I'm not!"

Daji nodded: "But I can control men."

She had thought the Arhats were something formidable, but it turned out they couldn't withstand her beauty.

Daji raised her head, shouting into the sky: "Ao Luan, be careful, don't let those monks get thrown over here!"

The eight Arhats were struck down by Ao Luan, whose figure flitted through the clouds like lightning.

Ten Immortal Swords, like her shadow, circulated ceaselessly around her. With a mere thought, the swords would fly towards her target.

Within dozens of exchanges, she had already struck down countless Buddha Soldiers from the sky, but faced with an overwhelming number of Buddha Soldiers, she was still trapped amidst them, momentarily safe, yet unable to escape.

"Those swords are really beautiful."

Daji watched for a while, then remembered.

"Rakshasa, don't you also have that Palm Leaf Fan given by the Great King? Try fanning those monks around Ao Luan."

"I just used it."

Lady Rakshasa took out the Palm Leaf Fan: "It seems those monks have something that fixes the winds."

"Then forget it, don't accidentally fan Ao Luan away."

Daji continued to watch the sky: "Emperor Donghua has gone to help her."

Emperor Donghua rushed into Ao Luan's melee.

Under the divine chants of Buddha Country, the Arhats around Ao Luan fearlessly charged at her.

Emperor Donghua's figure flashed, suddenly spinning, his right leg kicking a Rakshasa close to Ao Luan in the face.

"Ga―"

The terrifying impact made the Rakshasa lose consciousness in an instant.

The next moment, the Rakshasa was sent flying.

Ao Luan's eyes widened in surprise. Emperor Donghua, who usually seemed gentle and refined—how could he kick people?

Before she could react, Emperor Donghua, with his hands behind his back, kicked out glowing footprints, sending the surrounding Buddha Soldiers flying.

Those Buddha Soldiers, either their lower jaws were kicked askew or their upper jaws shattered, none retained consciousness after being flung away.

"The Emperor is about to lose his temper!"

Some Immortals familiar with Emperor Donghua saw this scene and kept their distance.

Only one figure tried to stop Emperor Donghua, that was Emperor Ziwei.

"Donghua."

Emperor Ziwei blocked Emperor Donghua and said, "Heavenly Palace just wants to ignite trees, no intention of severing ties with Wanling."

Emperor Donghua's eyes flickered with a cold light, and he kicked out.

Emperor Ziwei dodged, and just as he was about to speak again, a three-pointed two-bladed blade glinting with silver light flew from the sky.

With a "whoosh," the three-pointed two-bladed blade plunged straight into the protective divine light around Emperor Ziwei.

"All this pretense and nonsense when they've hit your doorstep, only you old stubborn heads do this."

Immortal Master Erlang rushed over, reached out his hand, and took the three-pointed two-bladed blade back.

"Immortal Master Erlang."

Emperor Ziwei, looking at Immortal Master Erlang who opened his third eye, asked, "What are you trying to do?"

"Let's fight and see!"

Immortal Master Erlang replied.

He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

"The True Monarch has always been dissatisfied with the Heavenly Palace."

From afar, Shangqing watched this scene and said, "Yet today is the first time it shows."

"I'm also dissatisfied."

Facing Shangqing from afar, Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad asked, "Your Majesty, why join hands with the Buddha?"

"Because he is the Great Venerable."

Shangqing looked at him and answered, "Once the Wanling Immortal Path materializes, Immortals will no longer be Immortals, Buddhists will no longer be Buddhists, the Three Realms will be in turmoil, and our Dao lineage will also be destabilized."

This is a contest of Dao lineages, whether Immortals or Buddhists, neither will allow another lineage to emerge.

"What Great Saint created is not the Immortal Dao."

Shangqing continued, "But the Heavenly Dao."

Since someone challenged the Heavenly Dao, the Great Venerable must respond.

It was only natural.

"You have your difficulties," Shangqing said to Lord Lao Zi, "I won't help Your Majesty; you don't help the Great Saint, how about that?"

Lord Lao Zi frowned slightly.

He and Shangqing were evenly matched in strength. They did not engage in physical combat, yet Immortal Energy collided in the air, forming several vortexes in the sky, with no one daring to approach.

"It all depends on the Great Saint now."

Lord Lao Zi thought, neither he nor Shangqing wanted to openly break at this time.

Once broken, it would be hard to mend again thereafter.

Fortunately, Sun Wukong had already concealed the Wanling Immortal Path.

That great tree would take shape at midnight; as long as it was protected before then, everything would not be a problem.

Lord Lao Zi and Shangqing kept their understanding, using Immortal Energy to restrain each other, becoming spectators of the battlefield.

"I forgot to tell you something..."

Shangqing suddenly smiled, "Your Majesty's injuries have mostly healed."

Lord Lao Zi glanced at him.

"I know."

He answered, "But don't forget, the Great Saint has never lost."

"This time is different."

Shangqing shook his head, "The Great Saint has already entered a losing game."

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