Chapter 556: Chapter 555: Does the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect Not Fear Death? Still Nothing but Ants [Update 1]

"That’s the legendary Zhu Yan, it’s going to refine the entire Southern Heaven Continent!"

At the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect, disciples from various peaks stood side by side, gazing up at the sky, the colossal shadow of the Demon Saint obscuring the heavens, filling everyone with despair.

The oppressive force it emitted was too terrifying.

It was at the Quasi-Saint level.

This was not something the beings of the Southern Heaven Continent could resist.

Although the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect was a giant of this continent, even the Sect Leader’s power was merely at Half-Step Ancestral Immortal.

Faced with Zhu Yan, the Vermilion Bird Sect Leader did not even have the courage to battle into the sky.

"Why must the remote Southern Heaven Continent suffer such a calamitous disaster?"

In Spirit Peak, a group of fairies sobbed, and even the Flame Immortal Master looked ashen.

"Master, didn’t the noble son of the Phoenix Immortal Sect promise to care for us back then? Why not ask the Phoenix Immortal Sect for help?"

A disciple spoke urgently, unwilling to be refined just like that.

The fairy beside her shook her head: "The Phoenix Immortal Sect is countless miles away; do you think there’s still time to send people for help?"

"And besides, that’s Zhu Yan, the Zhu Yan of the Demon Race Celestial Court. Not to mention whether the Phoenix Immortal Sect dares to rescue us, even if they do, they may not be able to defeat it."

The fairy’s words left everyone even more hopeless.

Indeed.

The Zhu Yan before their eyes was a Quasi-Saint.

In the Phoenix Immortal Sect, only their ancestor was at this realm.

But why would they offend the Demon Race Celestial Court for the sake of a small Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect?

Moreover.

The noble son of their sect wasn’t interested in their Saintess.

An oral promise from years ago, what weight does it hold now?

"Are we really going to die so humiliatingly?"

"I just became a Celestial Immortal with great difficulty; I don’t want to die..."

"Oh, Yan Junior Sister, aren’t you an old acquaintance of that legend?"

"Quick, pray, quickly chant his true name."

"Maybe if he hears it, he’ll come to save you, right?"

A fairy, overwhelmed with emotion and tears, looked at the Saintess Yan Tong.

A person beside her, however, poured cold water on their hopes: "Back then, our master offended that entity fearing trouble with the Buddha Country. Now that he’s risen, it’s a blessing he doesn’t hold a grudge, let alone rescue us..."

At these words, all the disciples lowered their heads in sad sighs.

The Flame Immortal Master also remained silent. In these years, the legendary tales of that Daoist had spread to every corner of the Grand Thousand Upper Realm.

Even three-year-olds know that Daoism has produced an invincible Daoist Lord.

Speaking of which.

That Daoist Lord ascended to the Upper Realm from the jurisdiction of her Spirit Peak’s Flame Island.

Originally, this should have been a tremendous serendipity.

But at the time, fearing the power of the Buddha Country, she expelled him from the Spirit Peak domain. Later, when he pursued Venerable Tianxuan here, she stepped in to interfere...

"Alas..."

She finally bowed her head in shame, regretting her shortsightedness of the past.

"If it weren’t for me at the time, perhaps you could have already become part of that Daoist Court. It was I who delayed you..."

The Flame Immortal Master spoke to Yan Tong with a complex tone.

Yet Yan Tong smiled and shook her head: "Master has already poured all her heart and soul into her disciple; this grace is like a rebirth, how could it be said there’s a delay."

"As for him..."

Yan Tong bit her lip, and after a long silence, she smiled bitterly: "He was the dragon and phoenix of this world, while I am merely a sparrow. After ascending to the Upper Realm, being able to see his presence again was already a great fortune. How dare I hope for anything more?"

As the glory of the Hidden Dragon Dynasty, as the proud Saintess prodigy of the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect, she was supposed to be proud and noble.

Yet, every time she mentioned that Daoist, Yan Tong’s expression was always filled with low self-esteem.

She dared not hope for that Daoist to appear suddenly.

She just regretted not being able to see his unparalleled grace before her death.

"Now, he is the Lord of Daoism, the invincible beneath the Saints."

"Perhaps he’s long forgotten me..."

Yan Tong felt sorrowful.

However, at this moment, a sharp cry suddenly resounded through the heavens.

The Flame Immortal Master’s eyes fixed, speaking solemnly: "It’s the Sect Leader!"

In the next moment, the entire Spirit Peak, no, the entire Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect, all disciples of the mountain gates heard the voice of the Sect Leader.

"The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, the Saints are unkind."

"Now, demons are wreaking havoc in the world, though we are weak, we would rather live standing than die kneeling!"

"All disciples of the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect, dare you burn your life source, sacrifice your blood, to aid me in ascending and battling the heavens?"

Celestial fire blazed.

All eyes focused.

From the Immortal Sect’s Main Peak, a figure slowly rose, engulfed in fierce flames, with the Vermilion Bird Dharma Aspect emerging behind him.

It’s the Sect Leader!

Under his feet, the grand array shone brightly, his entire body’s blood energy soared into the sky, ready to fight for life and death against the legendary Zhu Yan!

"Sect Leader..."

Countless disciples’ eyes turned red, involuntarily clenching their fists.

The next moment, an elderly figure from the main peak spoke: "Willing to fight alongside the Sect Leader, though the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect may perish, we shall not be cowardly mice waiting for death!"

Boom!

The elder’s body exploded, turning into a mist of blood, voluntarily merging with the main peak array.

Visibly.

The Vermilion Bird Dharma Aspect behind the Sect Leader became slightly more solid as a result.

"Since my junior brother goes to die, how can I fall behind!"

Another person broke through the gates, pouring all essence blood into the array.

Those were the Supreme Elders of the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect, who had already lived in seclusion, but with today’s disaster, they resolutely appeared to face death.

This scene was extremely tragic.

The ancient uncles marching to death stirred the souls of everyone in the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect.

For a moment.

The atmosphere of despair and sadness vanished.

Replaced by the boiling blood of everyone.

"That’s right!"

"Our Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect once had unparalleled glory."

"Though in decline now, we cannot disgrace our ancestors’ honor!"

"Death is all there is, what is there to fear?"

"We disciples are willing to lend the Sect Leader our strength!!"

In an instant, the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect roared in unity, their voices shaking the heavens, alarming the surrounding forces.

Countless small factions gazed in their direction.

Only to see disciples one after another soaring into the sky, engulfed in celestial fire, boiling their life source, blood energy permeating.

This scene was truly tragic.

However, the demon race experts outside the Southern Heaven Continent laughed heartily.

"What are these ants doing?"

"Don’t they know that no matter how many people there are, against a Quasi-Saint, they are still ants?"

"Talk about not wanting to disgrace their ancestors’ honor; it’s laughable. The grand Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect doesn’t even have one in the Ancestral Immortal Realm. Wasn’t the face of Vermilion Bird long lost?"

The demon race experts all sneered. The largest force in the Southern Heaven Continent, the Vermilion Bird Immortal Sect, was, in their eyes, laughable toys, not worthy of mention at all.

The Zhu Yan perched above the heavens was no exception.

It stood expressionless, eyes indifferent, stomping its foot in the void, and a wave of demon energy rolled downwards.

The Vermilion Bird Sect Leader saw this, his face turning cold, and he soared into the sky.

Behind him, the Vermilion Bird Dharma Aspect’s wings danced, letting out a long, resounding cry.