Venerable Yellow Centipede could no longer endure it.
"Get lost!!!"
He let out a violent roar.
From within his Primordial Spirit, which had already been beaten into a state of dissipation, a burst of blinding yellow light suddenly erupted.
Yellow mist surged, carrying a foul, nauseating stench.
Boom—
Using the force of the counter-shock, Venerable Yellow Centipede's figure retreated violently, finally breaking free from the palm's grasp.
He hovered in the distance; his once-solid centipede form was now riddled with pits and hollows, its luster completely faded.
Having cultivated to the Tower Ascension realm, who wouldn't have a few life-saving trump cards hidden up their sleeve?!
It was just that... such methods, how could they not come with a price?!
He had never imagined that today, here in the Great Tang, before this group of commoners he regarded as mere ants...
He would be forced to use such a desperate measure?!
This hatred.
Even if he used all the water from the three rivers and five lakes, it would be difficult to wash away!
Yet, along with his sky-high rage, he did not lose his reason.
In fact.
Under the stimulation of the intense pain, he was actually a bit more clear-headed than before.
The Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals before him, though lacking in means and ignorant of profound techniques... the degree of condensation in her Primordial Spirit was simply inconceivable.
If they continued to clash head-on like this...
It was hard to say... Thinking of this.
Venerable Yellow Centipede shouted harshly, "Why haven't you acted yet?! Have you studied the Dao for all these years only to learn how to stand there like idiots?!"
However.
The other four Immortal Masters, who had been aggressive just a moment ago...
Hearing Venerable Yellow Centipede's words now, they not only failed to step forward but instead rapidly retreated.
Red Toad vanished into red clouds, Green Snake coiled high in the sky, Black Spider retreated to a corner, and White Wall even pulled back a distance of several hundred feet.
They were terrified that the girl's next target would be them.
What a joke.
Everyone was an old fox who had lived for hundreds of years.
Who was willing to be the sacrificial lamb?
This girl was clearly a hothead.
Whoever went first would have to bear the brunt of her storm-like attacks.
If they rashly intervened now and caused this crazy girl to shift her hatred and launch a suicidal counterattack... it would be one thing if the Physical Body was destroyed.
But if something happened to their Primordial Spirit...
Then they would truly be beyond redemption.
Better to let this old centipede hold the front.
Once the girl's strength was exhausted or she showed a weakness,
They could then strike with a thunderous blow and divide the spoils of providence.
Venerable Yellow Centipede watched this scene, trembling with rage: "A bunch of... a bunch of old dogs!"
He cursed them in his heart.
But there was nothing he could do.
Although Five Immortals Mountain followed the lead of his Yellow Immortal lineage,
In reality, how could these families be easy to deal with?
When there was meat to eat, they would affectionately call him 'Dao Brother' with every breath.
But when it came to a moment of life and death,
Each of them ran faster than a rabbit.
The current situation clearly showed they were using him as a stone to test the waters.
If that crazy woman lacked strength, they would swarm her.
If he were truly hammered to death... these old dogs probably wouldn't even look back as they turned tail and fled.
Venerable Yellow Centipede's eyes were sinister as he glanced at the four figures watching the show from afar.
His heart was filled with cold laughter.
Since none of you want to put in any effort, then none of us will play.
Did they really think he would throw his old life away here just to pave the way for them?
Thinking of this.
He gave a cold snort and said, "There is no rush; we shall take our time with this..."
"Do you truly think that by Ascending the Tower, you can protect this nation of ants?"
At this point, Venerable Yellow Centipede took a deep breath.
He had been only one step away.
What a pity.
One wrong step led to every step being wrong.
Who could have imagined that this mundane Dynasty, whose fortune was already exhausted, would actually hide a Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals?
And a Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals with such an overbearing Primordial Spirit at that.
But the foundation of Five Immortals Mountain was not limited to just the five of them.
When Five Immortals Mountain mobilized its entire strength next time... how could a mere Martial Immortal possibly resist?!
With that thought.
Venerable Yellow Centipede no longer hesitated.
"Retreat!"
He gave a sharp shout.
His Primordial Spirit detonated with a boom, turning into a vast, rolling yellow mist.
Within the mist, a foul wind rose, blotting out the sun.
Under the cover of this yellow mist, his true form fled frantically toward the horizon.
Seeing this, the other four Immortal Masters were all stunned.
He's running just like that?
However.
Since the leader had fled, what reason did they have to stay?
Immediately.
Four streaks of light split into four different directions, scattering like startled birds.
Their speed was so fast it was staggering.
In the blink of an eye.
The sky above Chang'an, which had been covered in dark clouds and filled with killing intent,
Was suddenly completely cleared.
Jiang Yuechu stood atop the clouds, watching the streaks of light fleeing into the distance.
Her brow was furrowed.
If she pursued, given the current strength of her Primordial Spirit, even if they fled in different directions, she could at least leave behind one or two of the slower ones.
If you don't pull out the weeds by the roots, they will grow back when the spring breeze blows.
But... if she chased them now,
What if they were feinting and doubled back?
If she left,
The living beings in this city would likely be turned to ash in an instant.
The Great Tang only had her as a Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals; she was truly stretched thin.
Jiang Yuechu took a deep breath.
Forget it.
Once her true Physical Body returned,
It wouldn't be too late to slaughter her way into Five Immortals Mountain.
Having reached this conclusion,
She let out a long breath.
Then.
Jiang Yuechu lowered her eyes slightly and looked down at Chang'an City beneath her feet.
The world only saw her turning the tide several times, looking so majestic.
But who knew the true taste of it?
This feeling of carrying an entire nation on one's shoulders was truly unpleasant.
If she had a choice, she would rather be a playboy who just ate and waited to die.
Walking birds and fighting roosters every day—wouldn't that be happy?
A hero?
Hero my foot.
She was just an unlucky soul forced by this world to charge forward against her will.
Thinking of this.
Jiang Yuechu gave a self-deprecating smile and lingered no longer.
With a slight movement, her figure turned into a streak of light and plummeted toward the Imperial City below... the top of the Imperial City walls.
Whether it was the Emperor, the Li family's Old Ancestor, or anyone else,
They were all craning their necks, staring at the figure descending from the sky.
The Emperor's brow was tightly knit as the figure drew closer and closer.
An absurd sense of familiarity grew stronger and stronger in his heart.
The more he looked, the more she resembled his own sister... but as soon as that thought emerged, he snuffed it out himself.
Impossible.
Absolutely impossible.
Lonely Moon was only eighteen, and she had just achieved a Breakthrough to the Lamp-Lighting stage a while ago... how could she have reached Ascending the Tower so quickly?!
It must be that he missed his sister too much, coupled with the shock he had just received, causing his eyes to play tricks on him.
Just as the Emperor was doubting himself,
The figure had already landed upon the city wall.
The brilliance faded.
Revealing her true appearance.
The gold and blue light looked like a deity looking down; the radiance around her body had not yet dissipated, stinging the eyes of those who looked.
What a pity.
It was, after all, a Primordial Spirit.
Her true face could not be seen clearly.
Even if they had suspicions in their hearts, they didn't dare to claim recognition easily... what if the person only had a similar build to that girl? To rashly claim recognition, wouldn't that be offending the other party for no reason?
Thinking of this.
The High Ancestor took a deep breath, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a bow, and gave a long salute.
"Thank you, Martial Immortal, for saving our lives."
Behind him.
The Emperor followed suit.
The surrounding people from the Demon Suppression Division and the Old Ancestors of the great families were all kneeling on the ground, not daring to even breathe loudly.
This was a Tower-Ascending Martial Immortals.
If they could build even a bit of a connection, or even just receive a casual word of guidance, it would be of infinite benefit... but at that moment.
Facing everyone's formal salute, a cool voice drifted out from the radiance: "Tsk... you can't even recognize me anymore?"
"..."
That voice... that tone... the High Ancestor's body stiffened as he slowly straightened his back, lifting his neck with some difficulty.
Not just him.
The Emperor behind him looked up in disbelief.
"Lone... Lonely Moon?"