My Scales Can Make Equivalent Exchange
Chapter 850 - 708: Immortal Venerate as Servant, Return to Spirit Suppressing Town_2

Chapter 850: Chapter 708: Immortal Venerate as Servant, Return to Spirit Suppressing Town_2

This was the tacit understanding that had formed between the two sides over seven years.

The Devil Gate needed time to hang on by a thread, or to wait for a turn of fate.

Meanwhile, the Righteous Path was afraid that the Devil Gate, desperate as a cornered dog, would fight with deadly resolve, damaging both friend and foe. They were slowly draining the last of the vitality and lifespan of the three old fellows who had crawled out from their coffins, like the proverbial frog boiled in warm water.

Besides, even though the Four Sect Alliance had been established for seven years, it was still not completely united, not yet returned to the glory of the Immortal Alliance era; the Four Sects were still constantly adjusting their cooperation.

To prevent the Alliance from dissolving unexpectedly, or even descending into internal strife, they needed an external enemy.

For all these reasons, the current tacit understanding had arisen.

At the bottom level, blood-soaked battles left behind countless blood feuds and tears;

At the high level, a battle paying ’public grain’ ensued, aiming to completely drain the life force of the undying Three Great Old Demons of the Devil Gate and finally send them to their deaths.

Of course, this wasn’t any kind of fixed fight; if an opportunity arose, the senior management would not hesitate to eliminate a Devil Gate Big Shot, reducing four to three would be the best outcome.

After all, war has never been about right or wrong, only strategies and interests.

······

This Battle of Blood had already lasted for two days. The Spiritual Light of the battle in the sky had dimmed significantly, and the battlefield on the ground was bitterly grim.

Limbs and severed arms were everywhere; the Blood Battle Plain, already reddened soil, was a decaying mess, with countless disciples fighting fiercely in pools of blood.

At that moment, Tribulation Crossing Cultivators in the sky were stricken with terror, quickly separating the battlefield, and with a wary eye, looked towards the heavens.

The next moment, a massive shadow blocked out the sunlight from the sky.

Countless disciples also instinctively looked up.

Above the Nine Heavens, an enormous Cloudy Immortal Palace suddenly emerged out of place, floating above the heads of all beings below.

In the sunlight’s illumination, the Immortal Palace emanated a rainbow of colors, appearing and disappearing amid the clouds, much like the legendary Immortal Court.

The dazzling Spiritual Light and the full power of the Immortal Treasure Drive displayed the formidable strength of the Immortal Treasure.

This sudden anomaly not only halted the Tribulation Crossing Cultivators’ battle, but the sounds of fighting below gradually subsided as well, with both sides slowly separating and watching the newly arrived third party with vigilance.

Simultaneously, in the Rear Area of the battlefield where the Orthodox Alliance was stationed, several Tribulation Crossing Escape Lights swiftly flew out, joining the battle with the three battling Tribulation Crossing Cultivators.

The three Tribulation Crossing Old Demons of the Devil Gate retreated again, to be able to slip back into their turtle shell at any moment.

Under the watchful eyes of all, the light shield covering the Immortal Palace vanished.

Then, a sight that made all the cultivator’s pupils constrict appeared.

Dozens of Turbid Immortals and Tribulation Crossing Cultivators flew out from the Heavenly Palace like an honor guard.

Immediately after, a man in a white robe with a full head of silver hair walked leisurely out of the Immortal Palace.

His clear, fair face was sharply handsome, and his deep, black eyes twinkled with starlight. His thick eyebrows, prominent nose, and beautiful lips all represented perfection.

His chiseled features radiated a commanding presence, yet he was not overbearing, gentlemanly yet dignified—an odd yet majestic charm.

A faint smile lingered on his beautiful face.

A white Silk Thread tied the silver hair atop his head at the back, while the rest cascaded freely to his neck.

"Thump, thump!"

The epitome of male beauty, emanating masculine charm that could sink hearts at a glance, the man smiled gently, dressed in his white robe, barefooted, stepping effortlessly through the Void as he approached.

He walked toward the assembled Tribulation Crossing Cultivators in the sky, his pace carefree.

On his right, a burly, ordinary-looking strongman with an indifferent expression followed him. All his attention was on the man, giving none to the battlefield below.

On his left followed a similarly perfect man, bearing the exotic charm of West Qiang, with a respectful and humble demeanor.

What was even more terrifying was that both men, like attendants, did not conceal their aura at all.

The thick Immortal pressure emanating from them prevented anyone on the battlefield from rashly moving; no one dared to even breathe.

In the Spirit Suppressing Realm, it had been thousands of years since any true Immortals had been seen.

And here were two, in the guise of attendants.

"Thump, thump!"

With each nonchalant step through the Void, the silver-haired man, still wearing a smile, walked towards the sky full of Tribulation Crossing Cultivators.

As he drew near, two of the cultivators wore a dazed look, dumbstruck, while the rest appeared astonished.

"Brother Li, Brother Zhang, it’s been a quick seven years. I trust you’ve been well!"

Under the varied expressions of the crowd, the silver-haired man, Wang Zijia, bowed to two of the Tribulation Crossing Monks among the group, and with a smile, he spoke gently.

"It really is you, you little..." Zhang Decheng came back to his senses from shock and bewilderment. He unconsciously stopped mid-sentence and then immediately asked, "Are you really Junior Brother Wang?"

The surrounding Tribulation Crossing Monks, with faces full of astonishment, also stared intently at Wang Zijia.

"Although seven years is not a short time, I would think it still wouldn’t make Senior Brother Zhang’s eyes grow dim, would it? Or is it that I have changed a lot?" Wang Zijia, while smiling, looked himself over and said so.

"You..." Li Zhengfang opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but for a long time, he couldn’t speak.

Instead, it was one of the few, the only Tribulation Crossing Monk belonging to Daqian, who first came back to his senses. He actually knelt in the void, not caring about the demeanor befitting of a Tribulation Crossing God Monarch, and cried out like a child:

"Is it really the Ancestor? Ancestor, you’ve finally come back. The Prefect has been longing for your safe return every day, hoping you would come back unharmed..."

Wang Zijia paused for a moment.

"The Jade Talisman Lineage welcomes the return of the Lineage Head!"

"Disciples of Wanyu welcome the return of the God Monarch Chi Yang!"

"..."

At this moment, a large group of God Monarchs suddenly took the lead and paid respects to Wang Zijia from below.

Their voices were like a mountainous roar and the sea’s surge, their momentum astonishing.

Countless Demonic Sect Disciples had already noticed something amiss and kept moving back. The three Demonic Sect Tribulation Crossing Old Taoists, at this moment, had also regained their senses, their pupils constricted and faces revealing shock as they slowly retreated.

Wang Zijia suddenly turned his head to glance at the three of them.

The three shuddered, and in the next instant, they turned into Streaming Light and rushed into the turtle shell-like array formation. A large number of quick-reacting Demonic Sect Disciples also swiftly burrowed into the array.

"Weng!"

The array flashed, its defense fully activated.

This was a complete Seventh Grade peak Great Array, even one that had fallen from Eighth Rank.

After all, the Blood Demon Sect was a legacy of the former Blood Demon Sect and naturally possessed a certain foundation.

It was also for this reason that the Orthodox Alliance had not been able to take it down, having to opt instead for a tacit understanding of boiling the frogs in warm water.

Wang Zijia looked indifferently at this sudden change.

"Pah, these old turtles!" Zhang Decheng grumbled with some curses, then with a joyful look, turned to say something to Wang Zijia.

But Wang Zijia was looking down at the array below and indifferently said, "Lei Ting."

As Wang Zijia spoke, the iron tower-like Great Han finally showed a change in his wooden expression, as he casually made a gesture.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a bolt of Lei Ting fell from the Nine Heavens, and under the astonished and stunned gazes of numerous disciples, it struck the fully activated array like an apocalyptic heavenly light.

"Crack..."

"Bang..."

As the Lei Ting struck, the huge protective shield was instantly covered in cracks, and in less than a breath’s time, it shattered, along with the various Array Foundations within the Blood Demon Sect.

Clearly, the array was not only broken but also completely ruined.

"Gurgle!"

"Gurgle!"

The Tribulation Crossing Monks of the Four Sect Alliance, in their astonishment, unconsciously swallowed their saliva.

Only then did everyone realize that the two followers-like Immortals were probably not as simple as mere Immortals!

Wang Zijia, however, did not pay them any attention and instead looked downward.

After the array shattered, the Demon Cultivators were stunned for a moment, and the next instant, various Escape Lights lit up as if they wanted to scatter and flee.

"Ice Frost, don’t let anyone escape."

Wang Zijia still did not make a move, simply giving the order indifferently.

"Yes, Master!"

After Ice Frost saluted respectfully, his mana surged, and he lightly stomped toward the Sect below.

Compared to the simple and direct Lei Ting with its powerful effect, the commotion caused by Ice Frost was far more terrifying and exaggerated.