When I Achieved Sainthood, the Immortal Official Actually Called Me to Raise Horses!

Chapter 203: The Sealed Demon Breaks Free—It’s Him

Zhang Bukui didn’t find Gu An at the Taixuan Sect’s outpost, as Gu An was still busy planting seeds.

He had arrived early in his personal cave dwelling, scattering a batch of ordinary medicinal herb seeds to cultivate the soil. Once the matter with the Sealed Demon was settled, he planned to purchase a large quantity of high-grade herb seeds from overseas.

Decades had passed, and Gu An had amassed an enormous fortune—enough for him to spend lavishly.

The demonic pressure from the north had been ongoing, affecting all beings under heaven. No matter where Gu An went, he could hear people expressing their concerns about it.

At the same time, another rumor had been circulating—many were promoting the Holy Land, claiming that as long as the Holy Land intervened, this calamity would not reach human territories.

When Gu An used his divine sense to cover the Land of the Three Dynasties, he saw many people deliberately spreading this message. From their karmic connections, he could tell they were instructed by Seven Star Spirit Realm cultivators.

As expected of the Holy Land—their methods were something the Taixuan Sect couldn’t hope to match.

After realizing that dealing with the Sword Sovereign of the Righteous Path was difficult, the Seven Star Spirit Realm had acted swiftly.

Gu An didn’t pay them much attention—so long as they didn’t appear before him, he had no reason to care.

Time continued to pass.

Another half-month went by, and autumn was nearing its end.

Gu An was leisurely riding the Blood Prison Great Saint around the Third Medicine Valley when his divine sense turned northward.

The Seven Star Spirit Realm was making its move!

Gu An saw that among them, a rogue immortal had appeared—his aura was no weaker than Lin Jingtian’s, even without releasing his full pressure.

“All disciples, prepare for battle!”

A bold voice resounded through the Taixuan Sect’s outpost, mobilizing every disciple. It wasn’t just the Taixuan Sect—other sects were also following suit.

The Seven Star Spirit Realm had sent disciples to various sects to guide them in battle strategies. Even a powerful sect like the Cang Heaven Sect dared not refuse, as the Seven Star Spirit Realm had grandmasters at the Immortal Dao Realm.

As the Seven Star Spirit Realm’s cultivators flew toward the depths of the Demonic Land like an arrow barrage, dozens of sects dispersed to encircle the area from different directions.

Among them were An Hao, Li Ya, and Zhang Bukui.

The Taixuan Sect had only sent one Profound Mind Realm cultivator—Ancestor Xuan Quan. Other sects had done the same, with the strongest sect, Cang Heaven Sect, only dispatching a Dao Lord, not even a grandmaster of the Profound Mind Realm.

They all understood—the key to this battle lay with the Holy Land.

An Hao furrowed his brows as he watched the Seven Star Spirit Realm’s cultivators move ahead, lost in thought.

Over ten thousand Taixuan Sect disciples followed Lü Baitian into the sky, their expressions tense. Even with the Holy Land taking the lead, they still felt uneasy. After all, the Holy Land had previously stated that the Sealed Demon was an entity they could not completely eradicate.

Among the Seven Star Spirit Realm cultivators, Ji Xuanling's gaze fell on the leading elder, his expression complex.

That elder was Lin Lu, a rogue immortal of the Lin Family and a highly respected figure in Six Star Cave. Not only was his cultivation profound, but he had also lived for nearly ten thousand years.

Lin Lu wore a wide purple robe, his white hair neatly bound beneath a crown. His weathered face carried an imposing radiance, and his sharp gaze exuded power.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed.

Following his line of sight, the barren land ahead was riddled with cracks, from which billowing black demonic energy poured out—as if something utterly malevolent was being born.

Above, dark thunderclouds churned, lightning crackled, and the entire sky was filled with a suffocating pressure.

Lin Lu raised his right hand, summoning a golden umbrella into his palm. With a flick, the umbrella soared above him, rapidly flying forward.

In the blink of an eye, it reached the densest area of demonic energy, hovering ten thousand feet above the ground, nearing the stormy thunderclouds.

Boom!

The umbrella suddenly opened, unleashing golden light beams that surged outward like divine radiance from another dimension. The ocean-like Luo Yue trembled, the clouds rolled, and the lightning dispersed, transforming the dark sky into an illusionary yet magnificent spectacle.

From the umbrella, torrents of golden rain poured down, covering the cracked ground in glowing golden runes. The runes rapidly spread, covering a thousand-mile radius in just two breaths, and they continued expanding.

The golden runes suppressed the demonic energy seeping from the cracks. As they ceased spreading, the outermost runes erupted with golden light, shooting into the sky and piercing the clouds—forming golden pillars that isolated the entire area.

Meanwhile, the sects stood outside the golden barrier.

“What kind of artifact is that? It formed a formation by itself?”

“This is terrifying… That array seems stronger than our sect-protecting formation.”

“As expected of the Holy Land—they truly live up to their name.”

“Looks like they plan to handle the Sealed Demon alone. We’re just here for support.”

“Fine by me. Let them take the lead—who wants to die first?”

The disciples of various sects murmured in admiration, their respect for the Holy Land growing.

Ji Xuanling gazed at the golden umbrella and muttered four words: “Rogue Immortal Treasure.”

Lin Lu accelerated forward alone, soon hovering over a massive abyssal chasm.

The chasm was pitch black and bottomless, with countless cracks extending outward from its depths. The demonic energy inside surged wildly, resisting the golden array and threatening to shatter it at any moment.

Then—

“Seven Star Spirit Realm… heh.”

A chilling voice echoed through the heavens, heard clearly by every cultivator beyond the formation.

On the Taixuan Sect’s side, all the grandmasters—Lü Baitian, Ji Hantian, and Ancestor Xuan Quan—were visibly shaken.

An Hao’s eyes widened in disbelief.

“Xuan Qian!? ...Impossible…”

The voice belonged to Xuantian Yi!

An Hao instinctively looked at Lü Baitian. Ever since Lü Baitian had inspected the restriction on his back, he had ordered An Hao never to speak of it. Lü Baitian had also promised to handle the matter personally and would never betray Xuantian Yi.

Now, Lü Baitian’s face was grim as he stared deep into the Demonic Land, ignoring An Hao’s gaze.

“Sealed Demon, after ten thousand years, have you still not awakened?”

Lin Lu’s voice was indifferent but carried immense pressure.

Sealed Demon!

All cultivators tensed up. Many who had seen Xuantian Yi before furrowed their brows and turned to the Taixuan Sect.

At that moment—

The ground trembled violently.

Lin Lu remained unfazed. He raised his hand, reinforcing the formation.

The demonic energy surged stronger, madly resisting the golden runes, as if countless vengeful spirits were about to break free.

A mournful cry echoed—like the wail of dragons and phoenixes, yet also like the howls of malevolent ghosts, sending chills down every spine.

Boom!

A terrifying force suddenly shattered the golden runes, sending an overwhelming demonic aura into the sky.

The golden umbrella was sent flying.

Lin Lu was caught off guard and forced to retreat.

Regaining his footing, he grimly drew a redwood longsword.

The hundreds of Seven Star Spirit Realm cultivators fanned out, surrounding the demonic pillar of energy, each brandishing their weapons.

Ji Xuanling gripped a large golden fan, his pupils dilating as he stared at the emerging figure within the pillar.

“It’s him… So it was all true…”