"Du Tian! You dare destroy my sect?! You won’t escape my wrath!" Wei Beipan roared.
A moment ago, he had received a message from the sect that it was being attacked by an unknown, newly ascended True Immortal.
He quickly crossed the void, moving from the Golden City battlefield back to his sect's territory.
When he reached the sect territory, it was too late. The sect was being destroyed. The magnificent mountains and sect buildings had now become ruins, and only a few sect disciples were lucky enough to survive.
All the formations prepared to handle a True Immortal of the Overlord level seemed to be useless against this True Immortal. They could not prevent the sect from being destroyed before he could arrive.
Wei Beipan gazed at the one responsible for this destruction. He found a familiar face—his former senior brother, whom he had almost forgotten. It had been a long time. Who would have thought this man was still alive and had even become a True Immortal?
Du Tian… who had now become Lan Wangtian, gazed at his former junior brother. At first, he thought he would be angry, but when he sensed the other side's state with his Immortal Sense.
He felt that Wei Beipan was not worth enough for him to exchange words with—the one who had already abandoned their Dao.
"Why stay silent? Do you truly dare to act arrogant before me?!" Wei Beipan roared.
Lan Wangtian did not answer. Instead, the wooden sword appeared within his grip. The wooden sword, decorated with profound runes across the blade, was filled with a mysterious aura that even Lan Wangtian's current cultivation could not understand.
Wei Beipan gazed at the wooden sword, his eyes igniting with envy. He remembered this treasure—it had been found in the secret realm that he and Du Tian had entered a long time ago.
It was an Immortal-tier treasure—it should have been his to possess, since he was the one who found it. But once Du Tian showed up, the wooden sword chose to bond with Du Tian!
"I gave you a chance to speak… and you wasted it. Now die." Wei Beipan brought out the Wu God's Divine Weapon immediately, as he intended to finish killing Du Tian quickly and rejoin the main battlefield at Golden City.
The Divine Weapon was shining with golden light and glittering like a star. It was Nandaka—the divine slaying sword!
Wei Beipan flew across the space toward Lan Wangtian with great confidence, intending to kill the other side in one strike. He did not believe a newly ascended True Immortal would have any means to resist him—after all, even those million-year-old Immortals from the Overlord couldn't!
Lan Wangtian sensed what was happening. He knew that he could not face that golden light sword.
He decides to use the immortal treasure's secret power.
"Verdant Empress..." Lan Wangtian spoke the name. This name had been imprinted on his mind by the Immortal treasure itself for a long time.
To utilize this treasure's secret power he had to say the name.
It had told him that it could help him deal with any enemy once, and that he could only be used when he reached the True Immortal realm—unless he wanted to die.
In response, an intense green light glowed from the wooden sword, followed by an overwhelming aura that made even a True Immortal like him feel like an ant!
Wei Beipan was frozen in midair, his expression shocked. He could not resist the powerful presence that appeared before him, even with the Divine Weapon!
Not only was Wei Beipan shocked, but Lan Wangtian was also stunned by the appearance of the green light avatar that manifested before him.
"M-Master… No," Lan Wangtian spoke with a trembling voice, as if he could not believe what he saw.
The green light avatar resembled the long-deceased Du Tian's master—Lan Daning.
The avatar gazed at Lan Wangtian with an unfeeling, still expression, as if deep in thought.
The words seemed ordinary, but they meant everything to Lan Wangtian!
The old man, who had lived for more than 400,000 years, felt tears welling up at the corners of his eyes.
"Master… You are alive…" Lan Wangtian said, his voice trembling.
The avatar's expression did not change as she spoke.
"I am not truly your master. Your master was one of my incarnations…" she said.
Lan Wangtian could guess as much, but still…
"Our fates are intertwined. You discovered my inheritance and became my incarnation disciple…" the avatar explained.
"Tian'er, if you wish, you may follow me and become my disciple." She said.
Lan Wangtian did not think for too long before he said.
The avatar looked at Lan Wangtian with satisfaction.
Becoming a True Immortal within a million years wasn’t rare in the Immortal Realm. But in a High Realm , it was indeed considered rare here, given Lan Wangtian's talent. If he had been born in the Immortal Realm, he would have become a True Immortal within ten thousand years.
Her gaze shifted to Wei Beipan, who was frozen and could not even move his mouth due to the overwhelming power that locked him in place.
"What a waste. Your talent was better than most, but still, you chose to abandon the Dao of your own will," she said, her tone was cold.
Without even moving her hand, with just one gaze, Wei Beipan's body, soul, and even the Divine weapon in his grip disintegrated into particles, vanishing in an instant.
She did not seem too interested in Wei Beipan or the Divine Weapon at all. Her gaze swept across the realm, and in an instant, she seemed to notice something out of place. She then returned her gaze to Lan Wangtian and said.
"Tian'er, this realm will fall. leave this realm before the pillar seal breaks and seek me in the Immortal Realm," she instructed before the avatar disappeared as if it had never been here.
Lan Wangtian gazed at the spot where the green light avatar disappeared, feeling awe.
He moved quickly, following his master's instructions—gathering his belongings, whether they be treasures or mountains.
After that, he summoned all the people related to him—both Lan Clan members and other lineages of the Blossoming Sword Sect—storing them in his Dao Palace and preparing to leave the realm.
He noticed that he could not reach those still within the secret land, including Lan Hengsheng, but he did not mind.
He gazed at the heavens above. He could sense the location of the Immortal Realm at the heart region of the infinite Astral Web clearly from the boundless Qi it was emitting.
At the center of the Golden Pillar Continent, where the Golden Sword Sect was located, the Golden City surrounding the overlord sect was now engulfed in the flames of war and chaos.
There were no True Immortals to guard this place, as all of them had been dragged to the Immortal Battlefield to fight against formidable enemies.
The Golden Sword Sect could only rely on its disciples and lower-ranked elders. Still, they held strong—even without True Immortals, their overwhelming foundation was far superior to that of the enemy forces.
The enemy could roam throughout the city, but they could not step foot into the main domain of the Golden Sword Sect.
Inside the Immortal Battlefield.
Jian Feng sensed the presence of Wei Beipan had disappeared. He didn’t know what had happened, and even though one formidable enemy was gone, it didn’t make things any better—their situation was already on the verge of collapse.
Things had started to turn bad when they lost all connection with the secret land for unknown reasons.
Then, the situation worsened when one of the twelve True Immortals, who was supposed to maintain the sealing formation, turned out to be a traitor. He sabotaged the entire formation and severely injured the other eleven True Immortals.
But the final nail in the coffin was the appearance of the incarnation of the Wu God—Ganesha.
"I am sorry to do this to your world, but it had to be done for our own survival," said the wise man with the head of an elephant and the body of a human.
Jian Feng gazed at his opponent with anger. All the answers were clear now—whether it was how the traitor slipped away from their detection or why the seal had weakened—everything became apparent with the appearance of this Wu God's incarnation.
Ganesha, known for intellect, wisdom, and knowledge—even though he was not as strong as the other Wu Gods who originated from the Loka Great Universe—had been given enough time to plan and overthrow the Five Pillar Realm from within. It was a guaranteed outcome.
Jian Feng was about to respond to the Wu God's words, but something interrupted him.
He sensed powerful energy emerging from the other four continents, and the pillars of those continents fell at the same time.
His face turned pale as he realized—they were doomed!