Chapter 224
The next instant, several beams of heavenly light pierced through the sky. More than a dozen figures appeared high above, their presence radiating divine energy. Yet unlike Zhu Yan’s group of immortals, these figures were not dressed in immortal robes—they all wore pure white Daoist garments.
Each held a familiar Xuanmen artifact: ritual swords, horsetail whisks, Bagua disks, and other sacred instruments. Among them were both elders and younger faces, all solemn and dignified.
And somehow… strangely familiar.
“Zhu Yan Immortal Lord, such arrogance!”
Among the newcomers, a young man stepped forward, his smile calm yet sharp as spring sunlight. “You plan to destroy our Xuanmen and slaughter our disciples, and you didn’t think to inform your senior brothers first?”
“Se—seventeen… Seventeen Heavenly Immortals!”
Zhu Yan’s face changed instantly. Gone was his earlier arrogance. A flicker of unease crossed his eyes as he hurriedly stood from his golden wheel, forcing a strained smile.
“So it’s the esteemed immortals of the Eastern Celestial Court. Senior Immortal Yuanjiang, please don’t misunderstand. We were merely acting in haste to seek justice for Dragon Lord Feng Yi—my words earlier should not be taken to heart.”
“It’s… it’s our Xuanmen’s ancestral masters!”
Down below, the disciples of the Heavenly Master Hall finally recognized the newly arrived figures and gasped in awe.
Shock turned into ecstatic relief as they bowed and pointed upward.
“Yes, that’s Ancestor Wuyang! He looks exactly like his statue!”
“And Yuanjiang—that’s the Venerable Heavenly Lord Yuanjiang of Virtue and Enlightenment!”
“And next to him! That’s Ancestor Wenqing, the Pure One Who Banishes Evil!”
“It really is the ancestors! The ancestors have manifested—Xuanmen is saved!”
“It’s true!”
As they looked up at the seventeen ancestral immortals floating above, every disciple’s tension dissolved. Pride swelled in their hearts.
So what if the Upper Realm’s immortals came to oppress them? The Xuanmen also had their protectors—true immortals of their own!
The old master tugged at Yun Jiao’s sleeve and whispered, “Girl, did you call the elders?”