Chapter 1768 Persuading the Ancient True Immortal

Zhang Xuan knew this was his last chance.

He said in a deep voice, "If you don't believe me, I can take you there to see for yourself the plight of your fellow Daoists in this world and hear their choices. Perhaps... you will change your mind."

Jiao'er stared at Zhang Xuan for a long time before finally nodding slowly: "Lead the way."

Zhang Xuan, without any others, only accompanied by Jiao'er, tore through the void and arrived deep within the boundary membrane of the Nine Divine Realms.

A special area, shrouded by layers of formations, appeared, its spiritual energy intertwined with an ancient and wild aura.

He cast a spell, and the entrance light curtain rippled as the two stepped inside.

The view before me suddenly opened up, revealing a world with a wild and untamed atmosphere.

In the distance, among the mountains, the figures of some enormous monsters could be vaguely seen; some were playing, some were hunting, and some were absorbing the essence of the sun and moon.

Their auras varied in strength, but their bloodlines all carried a more ancient and primal charm.

When Zhang Xuan and Jiao'er descended upon this secret realm without any concealment, especially when Jiao'er's pure and vast Ancient Ice Dragon True Immortal aura spread out, the entire secret realm instantly boiled over!

"Roar--!"

"hold head high--!"

"Wow—!"

Countless roars and cries of beasts and birds, filled with surprise, excitement, and awe, echoed from all corners of the secret realm.

Immediately afterwards, beams of demonic light of varying strength, each radiating an ancient aura, rapidly converged from all directions!

The first to arrive were three of the most powerful demonic beasts, all of whom had reached the Mahayana level!

One of them was a hundred-zhang-tall ancient azure rhinoceros, its blood and energy as vast as the sea.

One of them was a Thunder Roc with a wingspan of a thousand feet, its body wrapped in fine lightning.

The third one was a Heavenly Netherworld Cold Serpent, only a hundred feet long.

These three Mahayana beasts are the leaders of the ancient demon race in this secret realm.

They were initially wary and resistant to the arrival of Zhang Xuan, a true immortal, but when their gazes fell on Jiao'er beside Zhang Xuan and they sensed her pure and powerful ancient ice dragon bloodline and the pressure of a true immortal, the three wild beasts trembled simultaneously!

The next moment, to Zhang Xuan's astonishment, the three unruly ancient demons simultaneously lowered their noble heads and made an extremely respectful gesture of worship!

"The Ancient Azure Rhinoceros (Iron-Winged Thunder Roc/Heavenly Netherworld Serpent) pays respects to the True Immortal of the Upper Clan!" Three voices rang out.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of Nascent Soul stage, hundreds of Void Refinement stage, and even more Deity Transformation stage ancient demonic beasts that arrived later, regardless of their race or form, all knelt down in unison, emitting low whimpers or respectful hisses towards the direction of the dragon, like subjects worshipping their king!

All beasts bowed their heads.

This scene is visually striking.

The dragon stood quietly, accepting the worship of all the beasts.

Her icy blue eyes swept over these compatriots, whose bloodlines were mottled but who indeed possessed an ancient aura, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

There is reminiscence, there is emotion, and there is also a trace of... faint sadness.

These demonic beasts no longer have pure bloodlines; many have even mutated, making them vastly different from their kin in her memories of the ancient times.

However, the ancient Daoist aura emanating from them, and the awe and closeness they showed from the depths of their blood when facing her, a pure-blooded ancient immortal, were undeniable.

"Get up, all of you." Jiao'er's cool voice carried a natural air of authority.

Only then did the wild beasts dare to slowly rise, but they still bowed their heads respectfully, not daring to look directly at each other.

The leading ancient azure rhinoceros raised its head, its huge single eye filled with excitement: "Immortal...you, which ancestral land do you come from? Among the demon races in the outside world...are there still any pure bloodlines of my ancient ancestors remaining?"

Jiao'er gently shook her head: "I have only been asleep in the Northern Sea Profound Ice Abyss for a short time. The outside world has undergone tremendous changes, and pure-blooded ancient demons... are probably hard to find. It is already remarkable that you can continue your bloodline in this secret realm."

Zhang Xuan stepped forward and said to the leaders of the Ancient Azure Rhinoceros and others, "Three fellow demons, this is Senior Jiao'er of the Ancient Ice Dragon Clan. We have come here to let Senior Jiao'er know about the crisis facing our Nine Divine Realms, as well as your contributions in resisting foreign enemies."

Upon hearing this, the ancient azure rhinoceros turned its massive head toward Zhang Xuan, its voice booming: "Is the Realm Lord referring to the invasion by those extraterrestrial demons and immortal cultivators?"

"Exactly."

A fierce glint flashed in the eyes of the Ancient Azure Rhinoceros, and its voice was filled with anger: "Those bastards dared to trespass on our dwelling place, attempting to plunder the origin of the secret realm. If it weren't for the Realm Lord's early warning and joint defense with us, we would have suffered heavy losses! In that battle, some of my clan's sons also participated. Although the casualties were considerable, we still tore several demon cubs to pieces! Those who invade our territory will be punished!"

Ironwing Thunder Roc also exclaimed in a sharp voice: "That's right! Although this realm is dominated by the human race, this secret realm is where we can live and thrive, and we will not allow foreign enemies to trample on it! The realm lord has allowed us to rest and recuperate here, and not to invade each other. We will naturally protect our home! Those barbarians from beyond the realm, let them come again. We will make sure they never return!"

With a flap of its wings, lightning crackled and popped.

These ancient monsters had a clear and resolute attitude: the secret realm was their home, and they would fight anyone who dared to invade!

Their previous cooperation with humans was based on shared survival interests.

Jiao'er listened quietly, and a subtle ripple stirred in her heart.

Taking the opportunity, Zhang Xuan said to Jiao'er, "Fellow Daoist, please look. This is the attitude of the ancient demon race in the nine divine realms. They may not have pure bloodlines, or they may have had old grudges with the human race, but when faced with a common foreign invader, they have chosen to fight side by side."

"The Abyss of Beginning Demons and the Three Pure Immortal Realms want more than just conquering the human race; they want to squeeze every last drop of value out of this realm, including these secret realms and all the creatures within them. If the Nine Divine Realms fall, these ancient demon race compatriots will either be slaughtered, enslaved, or used as materials for alchemy and weapon crafting. There will be no survivors."

"Fellow Daoist is a pure-blooded Ancient True Immortal, of noble lineage, bearing the hopes of your race. But your brethren also flow with the blood of the Ancient Era. They struggle to survive in this Ancient Secret Realm, continuing the last embers of the Ancient Demon Race. Don't they deserve your help?"

Jiao'er fell silent.

She looked at her compatriots who treated her with great respect, and heard Zhang Xuan describe the terrifying scale and brutality of the extraterrestrial army.

If what Zhang Xuan said is true, and this world falls, the fate of these ancient demon races will probably be even more tragic than that of the human race.

She thought again of her mission—the ultimate battle, to fight for the interests of her people.

But if we can't even protect these surviving compatriots right now, how can we talk about the final battle in the distance?

Is the dignity of the ancient demon race simply to sit idly by and watch their compatriots being slaughtered by barbarians?

No, it is not.

The pride of the ancient demon race is etched into their bones; they would rather die in battle than live a life of dishonor!

Seeing that Jiao'er's expression wavered, Zhang Xuan knew that the time was almost right.

He gritted his teeth and took out three more immortal stones from his pocket!