The pink tidal wave of Passion Tribulation power crashed like an apocalyptic deluge against the light barrier of the Spirit Severing Bulwark, carrying with it a bizarre enchantment that dragged minds into ruin and a pure will to destroy!
"BOOM—!!!"
The deafening roar seemed poised to tear heaven and earth apart!
The sturdy formation barrier instantly caved inward at a terrifying angle, countless runes flashing wildly and flickering out with ear-piercing crackling sounds!
The hundreds of Tianmeng cultivators maintaining the formation all groaned in unison, their faces turning deathly pale.
Those with weaker cultivation directly spat blood and collapsed to the ground!
The pink tribulation power seeped through every crack. Even though the light barrier held, wisps still filtered through, transforming into invisible threads of passion that coiled toward the cultivators' minds!
"Guard your minds!" Han Yu roared, his voice like an icy spring, trying to rouse those cultivators whose eyes had begun to glaze over and whose faces flushed with an eerie crimson.
The Nether Sword in his hand erupted with sky-shattering sword intent, cleaving toward the penetrating threads of passion.
Wherever the blade light passed, the pink threads snapped inch by inch with mournful shrieks.
Yet the main force of the tribulation tide seemed inexhaustible, wave after wave crashing against the barrier with ever-greater fury!
Cracks began to appear, spreading rapidly!
"HOLD THE LINE!!" A cultivator with bloodshot eyes roared hoarsely, burning his life essence to pour spiritual power into the formation.
"We can't! There are too many! We can't hold them back!"
"Save me! I... I want to... I want..."
"Kill me! Just kill me! I don't want to become one of those monsters!"
Desperate cries, agonized groans, and lustful murmurings intertwined. The defensive line teetered on the brink of collapse!
Han Yu's expression turned ice-cold, yet a flash of resolute determination flickered deep within his eyes.
He slowly raised the Nether Sword, his aura beginning to climb in a near-suicidal frenzy!
He was preparing to force a breakthrough, unleashing the Heaven-Defying Strike at full power to buy even a sliver of time for evacuation!
At this critical juncture—
Between heaven and earth, without any warning, a distant, ancient toll rang out—as if transmitted from the primordial chaos itself—
"Dong..."
It was a bell's toll.
A toll not loud, yet containing supreme authority—one that could suppress the heavens and pacify earth, water, fire, and wind!
Where the bell's toll passed, time itself seemed to freeze for an instant.
The pink Passion Tribulation tide that had been frantically assaulting the barrier and writhing with twisted malice was seized by an invisible giant hand and abruptly halted!
Then—
"Om—!"
An indescribable, vast as a sea of stars, majestic as the Heavenly Dao's boundless will descended thunderously from the highest heavens!
It targeted no person, but instead precisely engulfed the entire pink tribulation tide!
The Passion Tribulation power—once bizarrely frenzied and potent enough to corrode even immortals' minds—seemed to meet its nemesis before this supreme will, letting out terrified, silent shrieks!
They twisted and struggled frantically, yet could not resist at all!
The next moment, under the watch of countless horrified gazes, the overwhelming pink tribulation tide—vast enough to swallow everything—dissolved like ice and snow cast into blazing flame.
From the outermost edges, it disintegrated inch by inch, scattering into the most primordial nothingness!
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling brilliance. Only an absolute, unquestionable erasure!
In the blink of an eye, that despair-inducing terror tide vanished without a trace! As though it had never existed at all!
Sunlight poured down once more, illuminating the devastated defensive line and the cultivators who stood dumbfounded, having survived the tribulation.
Between heaven and earth, a deathly silence.
Everyone stared with wide eyes and gaping mouths at the now-empty sky in disbelief, their minds completely blank.
What just happened?
That... that tribulation tide capable of destroying an entire province...
After a brief silence came an avalanche of ecstatic cheers from those who had survived against all odds!
"We're saved! We're saved!!"
"It's the Immortal Venerable! The Immortal Venerable must have intervened!!"
"The Immortal Venerable's protection! Tianmeng is victorious!!"
Countless cultivators were moved to tears, embracing one another and weeping as they kowtowed frantically toward the direction of Xianling Holy Land!
This was clearly not the first time such a thing had occurred in the past two years.
Han Yu slowly lowered his sword, his surging aura settling down. He looked up at the sky, a trace of complex reverence and understanding flashing through his eyes.
Just then, a calm and gentle voice—yet crystal clear—sounded in his ears. It was the voice transmission of his master, Chen Chang'an:
"Yu'er, this place is secure for now. Return to the Holy Land at once."
Han Yu's expression turned solemn as he immediately gathered his focus.
He glanced at the cultivators below who were still in the throes of ecstasy, then ordered in a deep voice: "The tribulation tide has receded. Repair the formation immediately, tally casualties, and strengthen defenses! Each squad leader will handle subsequent matters!"
"Yes, Elder Han!" The cultivators, their morale soaring, responded in thunderous unison.
Han Yu wasted no more time. With a flicker of his form, he transformed into a streak of dark sword light and vanished from the horizon.
Almost the moment Han Yu departed, a grand and majestic decree—containing supreme authority and Dao resonance—resounded like a heavenly edict in the depths of every Long Life Realm and above cultivator's heart across the entire Xuanying Continent!
"Decree of the Tianmeng: Matters of vital importance concerning the survival of the Lower Realm are imminent. A Supreme Council of the Tianmeng is hereby convened at Xianling Holy Land."
"All members of the Tianmeng—sect masters, family patriarchs, and cultivators of Long Life Realm and above—must set out immediately to attend, except those bound to guard critical formations."
"This council will be personally presided over by the Founding Ancestor of Xianling Holy Land, the Immortal Venerable Chen Chang'an!"
The decree spread across the lands, echoing between heaven and earth!
The entire Xuanying Continent shook in an instant!
Every cultivator who received the decree was first shocked pale, then surged with boundless excitement and reverence!
The Immortal Venerable! Chen Chang'an, the Immortal Venerable! That enigmatic Founding Ancestor of Xianling Holy Land who had almost never appeared in public, the legendary supreme being of the Immortal Venerable Realm—was actually going to convene a council in person!
And the agenda concerned the very survival of the entire Lower Realm?!
This was unprecedented!
In an instant, whether it was old monsters in secluded cultivation, regional overlords guarding their territories, or wandering rogue cultivators—all who met the cultivation requirement and were not bound by irreplaceable defense duties—immediately dropped everything.
At their fastest speed, they transformed into streaks of flowing light, converging from every corner of the continent like rivers flowing to the sea, racing toward Xianling Holy Land at the heart of the continent!
Everyone could sense that a monumental shift deciding the future fate of the Xuanying Continent was about to unfold!
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