Quickly Invite the Former Sovereign

Rumble—

Dark clouds gathered in the sky as two groups of people stood suspended in the void.

On one side were over a hundred Nascent Soul cultivators and six Divinity Transformation cultivators from the Cloud-Soaring Sect, a lineup that could only be described as luxurious. On the other side stood Ye Shu alone, along with over three hundred versions of himself behind him.

The tide had turned in an instant.

In terms of numbers, Ye Shu’s side actually had a hundred more.

“This... what kind of divine ability is this?”

Some elders were stunned into silence, their eyes filled with shock.

Such a divine ability had never been heard of in the entire Eastern Wasteland.

“Just a minor trick I created myself,” Ye Shu said indifferently.

“Hmph, putting on airs!”

Seeing that their side was showing signs of fear, Feng Mengli let out a cold snort. “It’s just a breakthrough on the spot combined with a clone technique. And you old fools, who’ve lived for centuries, are scared by this?”

Hearing this, everyone steadied themselves.

“We almost got fooled by this brat.”

“Such a technique means the clones’ combat power must be inferior to the original. Worse still, the original might even lose some strength, with a surge in spiritual energy consumption. It’s like a chicken rib—useless to eat but a pity to throw away. It’s been swept into the trash heap of history long ago.”

“Unexpectedly, this kid picked it up to bluff.”

An elder stroked his beard, believing he had seen through Ye Shu’s trick. “He’s just a small-fry at the early Nascent Soul stage. These weaker clones are nothing but dirt and dogs before us.”

“Hmph! Watch me wipe them out with a single wave of my hand!”

A Divinity Transformation cultivator standing at the front snorted coldly.

“Indeed, mere tricks, nothing but a bluff. We can destroy them with a snap of our fingers.”

Other elders chimed in agreement.

“Excellent! Then charge!”

Feng Mengli nodded with satisfaction and gave the order. Hundreds of figures moved in unison. The Divinity Transformation cultivators rushed forward the fastest, each vying for the lead.

In their eyes, Ye Shu was nothing but a nobody.

But killing him might earn them the favor of Feng Mengli, the ultimate beauty of the Eastern Wasteland. So they scrambled to be first, afraid of falling behind.

“Everyone get the hell out of the way! This brat’s life is mine!”

The first to reach him was a hot-tempered elder at the mid-Divinity Transformation stage. With a fierce slap of his palm, he sent out a mountain-like wind, forming a massive hand seal crashing down toward Ye Shu.

Yet Ye Shu merely waved his hand lightly.

Boom—

The sky-covering hand seal dissipated like wind scattering clouds, vanishing without a trace.

“What?”

The elder froze. In the blink of an eye, twenty Star Guardians charged at him, their faces cold and expressionless. Some held longswords, others fly-whisks, surrounding him tightly.

“Hmph! Just a bunch of illusions.”

Another Divinity Transformation great cultivator following behind also faced several dozen Star Guardians. He sneered, raised his hand, and struck with a blade-like palm wind aimed at the Star Guardians.

But the Star Guardians merely swung their swords gently.

Sword light blazed like rainbows, colliding with the palm wind.

Boom—

The palm wind shattered into a rain of light, while the Star Guardians stood unmoved.

“What?! No way!”

The Divinity Transformation cultivator’s pupils contracted as he cried out. “This is impossible!”

The Star Guardians ignored his shock, lifting their swords to encircle him. Without joy or sorrow, dozens of them worked together as if forming some kind of formation, trapping the Divinity Transformation cultivator so he couldn’t break free.

Every Divinity Transformation great cultivator found themselves facing dozens of Star Guardians.

As for the Nascent Soul elder...

“How... how is this possible?!”

“What the hell is going on!”

A mid-Nascent Soul elder only just clashed with a Star Guardian when his arm was severed by a sword strike, blood spraying across the sky.

Clutching his stump, his eyes bulged in fury.

Weren’t the clones supposed to be weak? What was this? He suspected he was up against a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, or even someone at a higher level.

No, this wouldn’t do. He had to call for help.

“Come help me!”

He shouted at another elder beside him. “If you don’t come, I’ll die!”

“I... aargh!!!”

Before the other elder could finish, a Star Guardian pierced his shoulder, blood splattering everywhere.

“Ah!!!”

“Someone help me, quick!”

In an instant, cries of pain rang out one after another. The Cloud-Soaring Sect’s Divinity Transformation cultivators were trapped by dozens of Star Guardians in a formation, unable to attend to anything else. The elders were chased and beaten by the Star Guardians with no chance to fight back.

The Cloud-Soaring Sect disciples on the ground were stunned.

How had the situation been reversed so quickly? Who the hell was this Ye Shu to take on the entire Cloud-Soaring Sect alone, yet remain so composed?

Behind Ye Shu still stood at least a hundred Star Guardians.

Watching the elders fall under the Star Guardians’ swords, Ye Shu’s eyes were cold, showing no sympathy.

Underestimating the Star Guardians meant paying with this price.

This divine ability wasn’t a simple clone technique. It was a brand-new skill—the Star Guardian Incarnation—created by combining techniques from the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art and the traits of the Starry Sky Array.

Each Star Guardian was a condensation of his Nascent Soul.

Through the Eight-Nine Heavenly Art, each Star Guardian could simultaneously unleash divine abilities, making them equivalent to Ye Shu without his defensive formation. Their combat power matched his, with the only flaw being normal spiritual energy reserves.

But this flaw was rendered insignificant by the attributes of the Azure Profound Sword.

As for why the Nascent Soul took the form of Star Guardians?

That was for the sake of looking cool!

“Now, it seems the situation has reversed, Sect Leader Feng.”

Ye Shu held the Azure Profound Sword and looked at Feng Mengli, who stood isolated with no support. A slight curl tugged at the corner of his mouth.

“You!”

Feng Mengli’s face turned pale. She never imagined the situation would flip so quickly. This kid’s Golden Core and Nascent Soul stages were worlds apart.

His combat power had multiplied by over a thousand times.

“It looks intimidating, but in the end, it’s just a bunch of Nascent Soul cultivators,” Feng Mengli sneered. “Enough to deal with weaklings, but against me...”

She disappeared in a flash, her longsword already swinging.

When she struck, she went all out, aiming to take down Ye Shu as quickly as possible. Every delay meant more losses among the Cloud-Soaring Sect’s elders, each of whom was incredibly costly to nurture. She refused to suffer any casualties.

The sword light was brilliant, its power astonishing, shaking the earth and sky.

This single strike could even kill a newly ascended Divinity Transformation cultivator.

But—

Ye Shu remained calm, and a Star Guardian behind him stepped forward.

“Scatter!”

The sword light shattered inch by inch.

It was like a year ago in the Demonic Beast Mountain Range, when Feng Mengli had effortlessly crushed Ye Shu’s full-strength attack with one hand.

Only now, the roles were reversed.

“How can this be?”

Feng Mengli’s pupils shrank before she could react. A hundred Star Guardians surged forward, surrounding her. They moved with steady steps, golden light rising beneath them and transforming into mysterious runes that interconnected.

“A battle formation!” the well-traveled Feng Mengli recognized immediately.

“Sorry, after my Nascent Soul was born, my body couldn’t form formations anymore. So I had to resort to this method—a bit flashy, I admit,” Ye Shu said with an apologetic smile, but his eyes were utterly cold.

“A cheap trick, nothing more.”

Feng Mengli remained defiant, but once she clashed with the Star Guardians, she fell silent.

The more she fought, the more shocked she became.

Each one of these star avatars possessed at least the combat power of a Nascent Soul initial stage cultivator, and they moved in perfect coordination, advancing and retreating with seamless unity. Whenever she tried to deliver a killing blow to one of them, several others would simultaneously intervene, blocking her completely and never giving her an opening—their teamwork was so synchronized it was as if they were a single entity.

But most importantly...

Feng Mengli constantly felt a viper-like aura coiling around her.

Ye Shu had yet to make his move, still waiting for the right moment.

"Curses..."

Feng Mengli clenched her teeth, struggling to hold on. "Such a secret technique must consume an enormous amount of spiritual energy. That little thief can't hold out much longer..."

She continued to comfort herself with this thought.

But the others below had already reached their breaking point. The Nascent Soul elders were now fighting three-on-one or even five-on-one battles, while the suffering fell hardest upon the Ascension-stage cultivators. The number of star avatars they faced had gradually increased from the initial twenty, and they were already sustaining injuries. If things continued like this, some might very well lose their lives here.

"We can't go on like this! Our lives are at an end!"

Someone shouted at the top of their lungs:

"Go summon the former sect master!!!"