Daoist Qingyang brandished his long sword fearlessly, his Sword Intent fierce as a divine rainbow, slicing through the Netherworld Water Curtain. However, the red Demon Tentacles from above thundered down, blocking Daoist Qingyang''s Sword Qi. The tentacles were as hard as steel, matching Daoist Qingyang''s strength.

    Boom!

    An explosion erupted from within the waters of the Netherworld, as countless monstrous creatures struggled and burst forth, lunging at Daoist Qingyang. But with just a cold shout, a divine light spread from his body, transforming into mysterious ripples that completely shattered the creatures.

    Daoist Qingyang pushed out a palm in return; the palm wind turned into a massive force, like a great mountain crashing down on the monsters, suppressing them all. Facing two adversaries, he was by no means weaker, truly a formidable force to be reckoned with.

    "What exactly is a Dao embryo?"

    Xiang Beifei was very puzzled. He did not understand the meaning of Dao embryo, but the Ghost Mustache of Remnant Visage and the Meat-Winged Monster clearly aimed to usurp it under the guise of enforcing justice. How important could this thing be to the Yi Tribe?

    But the battle situation grew increasingly tragic, and the Human Race was on the verge of collapse. Countless people were slain, and the remaining cultivators retreated, bringing the survivors toward the Floating Immortal Isles, which now served as their last line of defense.

    The commoners without cultivation were trembling on the Floating Immortal Isles. Originally a domain of immortals, a place they would never dream of setting foot in, yet their first visit unfolded amid the survival crisis of the Human Race.

    "Qingde, activate the Floating Immortal Formation! Protect everyone!" Daoist Qingyang turned and shouted.

    Amidst the battlefield, one person bravely charged out. With a wave of his hand, he tore three Demon Tentacles of Heavenly Connection realm to shreds, anxiously looking towards Daoist Qingyang.

    "Senior brother! Could it be that you—"

    "I''ll hold them back, protect everyone! Protect the Dao embryo! It''s the hope of the Human Race, it must not fall into the hands of the Yi Tribe!" Daoist Qingyang shouted.

    With gritted teeth, the man once again raised his sword, smashing two Meat-Winged Monsters, and charged toward the Floating Immortal Isles.

    Xiang Beifei paused for a moment when he saw the stone sword in the man''s hand!

    Why did that stone sword look so familiar?

    He glanced at the broken Wufeng sword in his own hand, then at the intact stone sword of the other person, taking in a sharp breath before looking at the sword''s owner.

    The man had an extraordinary bearing, appeared to be in his thirties, and was exceptionally handsome. On closer inspection, his features bore a seven parts resemblance to Xiang Beifei''s own.

    Then, Xiang Beifei realized—was that his grandfather in his younger days?

    Xiang Beifei hadn''t recognized his grandfather initially; the difference between the aged, white-haired old man and a young man was too stark. He had never before imagined what his grandfather might have looked like in his youth.

    But why was his grandfather here?

    Xiang Beifei had no time to think further because Daoist Qingde rushed into the ruins, lifting seven or eight people who still breathed and flying toward the Floating Immortal Isles. Meanwhile, the eight Floating Immortal Isles had already begun to move, emanating intense Formation fluctuations. Golden lights shone forth from the eight isles, interlinking with one another, preparing to seal off the Floating Immortal Isles.

    Other Meat-Winged Monsters and Ghostly Visages approached the Floating Immortal Isles, attempting to overrun them. But the cultivators on the isles fought valiantly at the edges to fend off these invaders. Waves of foul-smelling Netherworld water engulfed person after person, yet the cultivators fought back without fear, defending their last inch of territory.

    Xiang Beifei saw a Ghostly Visage snatch away a cultivator in the God Refining stage. He slapped the Ghostly Visage to pieces, saving the cultivator, and then withdrew to the Floating Immortal Isles.

    "Thank you!"

    The young, pale-faced cultivator who bore invisible wounds expressed his gratitude to Xiang Beifei.

    Xiang Beifei shook his head slightly; unsure if saving people now was the right choice, but there was no time for doubt—the most pressing matter was to figure out this "Daoist Qingde" situation. He had a feeling the answer he had sought for so long might be found here.

    The young man did not concern himself with why Xiang Beifei seemed unfamiliar; the scene was too chaotic with so many people around. As long as Xiang Beifei wasn''t dressed in modern clothing, no one paid him any extra attention.

    Xiang Beifei wove through the crowd, running towards Daoist Qingde and soon arrived in front of the grand hall on the main isle of the Floating Immortal Isles. At that moment, Daoist Qingde was hovering mid-air, hands interwoven, rotating and releasing golden Formation patterns from his palms.

    These patterns linked the eight Floating Immortal Isles together, creating an Eight Trigrams pattern resembling unbreakable Bagua defenses. Golden ripples appeared and spread out, firmly protecting the eight isles.

    The Ghost Whiskers and Meat-Winged Monsters were kept outside the isles, unwilling to give up easily. They gathered formidable Spiritual Power, bombarding the defenses, trying to breach them.

    And within the island, numerous Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage and Meat-Winged Monsters were still wantonly slaughtering humans; many people had been disemboweled and met their fate at the hands of these Yi Trib creatures.

    "Kill all the Yi Trib on the island!" Daoist Qingde commanded.

    "Kill!"

    Human Race cultivators, in order to protect their people, roared with rage, their Sword Qi sharp and their brilliance covering the sky, fighting to the death against these Yi Trib invaders.

    But there were too many Meat-Winged Monsters and Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage on the island, with dozens of them at the Heavenly Connection level. Seeing that Daoist Qingde had sealed off the Floating Immortal Isles, they immediately gathered their Spiritual Power and launched a fierce attack on Daoist Qingde.

    Other Heavenly Connection elders rushed forward, blocking these Ghost Whiskers of Remnant Visage, but three managed to break through the other elders'' defenses and charged at Daoist Qingde, who was maintaining the formation.

    Pu-chi!

    Daoist Qingde had to maintain the Eight Trigrams Array and couldn''t dodge; his back was eroded by Netherworld Water, creating a deep wound exposing bone, and he couldn''t help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood.

    At that moment, he seemed to be only at the Heavenly Connection level of cultivation; facing two opponents of the same realm was by no means an easy feat.

    "Daoist Qingde, you might as well die!"

    A Heavenly Connection level Ghost Whisker of Remnant Visage sneered with sinister glee, its body surrounded by strong, red Demon Tentacles as it surged toward Daoist Qingde again.

    "Damn beast!"

    Xiang Beifei rushed over hastily. Although deep down he knew he might not change anything, when it came to his grandfather, he still decided to take action. Since he could converse with the people here, perhaps he could learn some things about the past.

    The air was filled with the pungent odor of Netherworld Water. Xiang Beifei waved his Wufeng broken sword, splitting a Meat-Winged Monster in half, then immediately turned towards the formation of the Floating Immortal Isles.

    In recent days, he had not been idle and had continuously studied formations, looking for a quiet way to leave. He understood the construction features of the Floating Immortal Isles'' formation. Presently, he took out two bricks and struck them together!

    Dong!

    With a muffled sound, golden formation patterns surged rapidly, spreading out like a spiderweb, adhering to the formation. Then, utilizing the formation''s propagation, it surged towards where Daoist Qingde was.

    Daoist Qingde knew he could not let go, otherwise the Floating Immortal Isles'' formation would collapse directly, and the situation would worsen if the outside Yi Trib charged in again. He initially planned to withstand the blow, but at that instant, the golden formation patterns spread rapidly, attaching to his hands.

    "What is this..."

    Daoist Qingde was taken aback.

    Hum!

    Daoist Qingde found the formation patterns being forcefully reinforced, as if a powerful presence was aiding him. He thought it might be Daoist Qingyang, but Daoist Qingyang was still fighting two Demon Gods outside; it was not him. So where did this powerful formation come from?

    Without time to ponder, seeing the Floating Immortal Isles'' formation reinforced meant he didn''t need to withstand the attack. He turned around and reached into the air, pulling out the Wufeng stone sword from midair and slashing at the sweeping red tentacles!

    Crack!

    The Heavenly Connection level red tentacles shattered on contact, turning into dust.

    "Those who offend Hanxia shall be killed without mercy!"

    Daoist Qingde growled, his fierce and formidable aura vibrating through the air. He thrust his Wufeng stone sword out plainly, without any superfluous flair. However, the Heavenly Connection level red Ghost Whisker of Remnant Visage was horror-struck, overcome by the edge of the Wufeng sword''s aura.

    Crack! Crack! Crack!

    The red tentacles on that Ghost Whisker of Remnant Visage each cracked like porcelain and burst into powder with a bang!

    Heavenly Connection late-stage Ghost Whisker of Remnant Visage, slain with a single sword strike!