Chapter 1093

Chapter 1093: Challenge

The Great Luo Dragon Lion observed as the Golden Immortal puppet relentlessly slaughtered the Golden Immortal great beasts.

Under the barrage of various source immortal spells from the Golden Immortal puppet, not a single Golden Immortal great beast survived even a moment.

This was still because Grape had instructed Avatar Number Three to maintain his fighting strength at around sixty percent.

"Isn’t this quite the spectacle? I suggest you, the beast race, avoid deploying your forces in this Immortal Realm."

"As long as you don’t break the rules, you won’t breach the front lines of the North Desolate Immortal Realm," Sage Xuan Yin appeared near the Great Luo Dragon Lion, feigning genuine concern.

"Our Demon Army is limitless; losing several million here is inconsequential."

"It won’t change the inevitable defeat of the human race."

"Moreover, the contracts your quasi-saints of the human race signed with our top powerful families have sent the Tong Tian Golden Immortal, your so-called hope, to the Da Qian Celestial Dynasty."

"Without the great fortune from the Wood Origin Immortal Realm, he’ll only ever be a Great Luo at best," the Great Luo Dragon Lion stated indifferently.

In the beast race, true immortal level little demons are as common as the sands of the Ganges; those who don’t reach Golden Immortal status are mere ants. Losing millions, or even billions, has little impact on the overall strength of the beast race.

"Is that so? I hope you maintain that stance when the quasi-saints from the beast race reprimand you," Sage Xuan Yin chuckled.

The Great Luo Dragon Lion frowned slightly, glanced at the battlefield, and then ordered a retreat.

Instantly, millions of beasts retreated from the battlefield like a receding tide.

Meanwhile, the treasure vault of the Hidden Spirit Sect branch now housed six corpses of Golden Immortal great beasts.

At the rear, Xiong Li received the battle report.

"We lost 93,000 battle puppets in this battle, and one Golden Immortal puppet was damaged and requires repair at the sect."

"216 disciples perished, all of whom have resurrection opportunities."

"We killed 730,000 beasts, acquiring 220,000 celestial tools and 300,000 storage treasures."

Xiong Li reviewed the battle report with a furrowed brow.

"Grape, can we replace the lost battle puppets?"

"Production is being ramped up at the rear, and we anticipate that in one year, the sect branch’s puppet production base will be able to produce 5,000 true immortal battle puppets daily."

"The sect has also deployed numerous Holy Thunder Cannons above the front lines. If we face another attack of this magnitude, puppet losses could be reduced by seventy percent."

Hearing Grape’s update, Xiong Li felt somewhat reassured, but then a thought struck him, and his expression turned troubled.

"Grape, if all the resurrection opportunities for the sect’s disciples are exhausted, will the sect prevent them from participating in future battles?" Xiong Li voiced his concern.

He had always felt that the sect’s overprotection of its disciples, while not entirely negative, left something to be desired.

Currently, the battle puppets in the sect, under Grape’s control, form various battle formations that rival the combined strength of all the sect’s disciples.

"That won’t be an issue; the master has already considered this and included it in our plans," Grape replied.

"That’s reassuring. As the top disciple, I’ve already used my resurrection opportunities, but I can’t just stay behind without contributing," Xiong Li nodded, his resolve firm.

Whenever the beast race launched an attack on the front lines, Xiong Li’s battle intent would surge, compelling him to join the fray immediately.

Over time, Xiong Li felt like he might develop a problem from keeping everything bottled up.

At the Hidden Spirit Sect, a shared teleportation formation lit up in front of the main peak.

Li Xuandao stepped out, looking around the entire sect with a sense of nostalgia.

"Grape, I brought back the Time Treasures, but the taxes for crossing the Immortal Realms were a bit steep."

"Where is Master now? Would it be convenient for me to visit him?" Li Xuandao asked.

"The master’s avatar is waiting for you."

A teleportation formation lit up in front of Li Xuandao.

In the courtyard, Li Xuandao sipped the tea of the wide road that his master had prepared for him, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness.

"Master, I just ran a few errands; it wasn’t hard at all," Li Xuandao said, feeling deeply appreciated by his master, which filled his heart with joy.

"You are the one who deserves the most credit for bringing the Time Treasures back safely."

Then, a pot of Mysterious Yellow Enlightenment Tea appeared in midair, shaped into a pot of tea of the wide road suitable for Li Xuandao by Xu Fan using the tea ceremony.

"Now you are just a final push away from becoming a Golden Immortal. Take this pot of tea of the wide road back, and when you feel you’ve reached your peak state, drink it to gain enlightenment."

"If you still can’t become a Golden Immortal, I’ll find another way for you," Xu Fan said, pushing the pot of tea of the wide road toward Li Xuandao.

"Thank you, Master. After I return from the Wuwang Immortal Realm, I will enter seclusion to break through to Golden Immortal," Li Xuandao said gratefully.

Originally, Li Xuandao had planned to rest for a day or two in the sect before setting out.

But after being motivated by his master, he felt a bit ashamed for even considering it.

Resting could wait; serving the sect was far more important.

With tears in his eyes, Li Xuandao bid farewell to his master and set off toward the Wuwang Immortal Realm.

"What a good disciple~" Xu Fan’s avatar remarked as he watched Li Xuandao’s departing figure.

The avatar then vanished, and his consciousness returned to the Time Acceleration Small World, where he continued to comprehend the Three Thousand Paths.

Meanwhile, in the illusion small world of the Source Realm, Xiao Luofan was challenging a Hidden Spirit Sect Disciple ranked in the middle of the true immortal fighting strength list.

The true immortal disciple activated the arrow-based source immortal spells, overwhelming Xiao Luofan so much that she couldn’t even lift her head.

A giant fire deity stood at the center of the battlefield, wielding a celestial tool giant bow, relentlessly shooting waves of fire arrows at Xiao Luofan.

Xiao Luofan had no way to counterattack; even when she pushed her devouring path to its limit, she couldn’t absorb the endless fire arrows shot by the giant fire deity.

"Junior Sister of the Hidden Moon Sect, even though your battle talent is impressive and you’re unmatched at your level,"

"you can’t challenge me, your true immortal senior brother, from such a gap."

"My fighting strength, while middle-tier among the sect’s disciples, is still that of a third-generation disciple."

"If you manage to defeat me as a Great Ascension stage cultivator, I’ll be the laughingstock of the sect for life."

"So, Junior Sister, you should challenge the weaker fourth-generation disciples instead; they’re easier targets."

As the giant fire deity spoke, he casually shot out twelve arrows, sealing off the area where Xiao Luofan stood.

Soon after, a grand formation of heavenly fire erupted, completely engulfing Xiao Luofan.

When Xiao Luofan emerged from the battle world, she saw her opponent, who had initially been just a data avatar but had been replaced by his true form during the fight.

"Junior Sister, you shouldn’t try to find loopholes among the first to third-generation disciples when it comes to battles."

"Defeating the first three generations of disciples at the Great Ascension stage is impossible unless you have the fighting strength of the Grand Elder," the senior brother said.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, for your guidance," Xiao Luofan said, bowing respectfully.

After Xiao Luofan left, the disciple let out a sigh of relief.