Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1626 - 1623: Serving Xu Wendong Together

With these words spoken, it was as if a stone was thrown into a placid lake, causing ripples of shock to spread through the crowd. All eyes turned towards the Blood Princess, a wave of surprise surging within each heart. The unexpected agreement to the marriage on Xu Wendong's behalf left everyone stunned.

Xu Wendong himself was even more taken aback, his eyes wide in disbelief. He hadn't anticipated such magnanimity from the Blood Princess.

The Blood Princess maintained a calm facade, though a subtle redness around her eyes hinted at a profound bitterness and helplessness she was determined to conceal. She stepped forward gracefully, taking Xu Wendong's arm. Looking at the assembled crowd, her voice, though soft, carried an undeniable resolve. "The Immortal Realm stands on the precipice of destruction, and Otherworldly Demons run rampant. Our kin perish with every passing moment, and the heritage of every clan is in peril."

"I understand your desperate yearning for survival, and while a plea for alliance through marriage may seem unconventional, it stems from a deep-seated determination."

"If that is the will, then let us sisters serve our husband together!"

She was aware that Xu Wendong practiced the Dual Cultivation Technique and appreciated the company of beloved companions.

Therefore,

She did not object to other exceptional women joining Xu Wendong's side.

The Clan Leaders of the Twelve Immortal Clans slowly regained their composure. They bowed to the Blood Princess, their gazes filled with unconcealed gratitude.

Xu Wendong observed the thirteen stunning women from the Twelve Immortal Clans, letting out a quiet sigh. He then declared, "With the Otherworldly Demons at our doorstep, the matter of marriage must be postponed. We will select a suitable day after we have repelled the invaders!"

"Our immediate priority is to devise a strategy to drive back the Otherworldly Demons and safeguard the civilians within the city."

The Yan Clan Leader spoke thoughtfully, "Ensuring the safety of the civilians is not an insurmountable challenge. The Divine Venerable's Minor World is vast, comparable to the Five Continents of the Immortal Realm. By relocating the civilians therein, their security can be guaranteed."

"The critical issue, however, is how we shall reclaim the Polestar Palace!"

The Polestar Palace.

It was the most coveted sacred ground in the entire Immortal Realm.

As the core of the Three Realms, failing to reclaim it would render the eradication of every Otherworldly Demon on the Biluo Immortal Continent utterly meaningless.

An oppressive atmosphere descended upon the assembly.

Despite Xu Wendong's ascension to godhood, it was widely understood that the Otherworldly Demons occupying the Polestar Palace were beings of a higher order, surpassing even gods.

Reclaiming the Polestar Palace was by no means a simple feat.

Xu Wendong drew a deep breath, a sharp glint appearing in his eyes. "First, we shall rescue the city's inhabitants, and then we shall formulate our subsequent actions!"

"All of you, heed my command! We shall depart the Minor World together, venture into the outside realm, and vanquish these invaders!"

Upon hearing his words,

The eyes of the assembled warriors ignited with an earth-shattering killing intent. They summoned their Lifebound Immortal Artifacts and followed Xu Wendong out of the Penglai Immortal Island Minor World, materializing above Biluo City.

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Within the confines of Biluo City, the once vibrant scene had long since dissolved into wisps of smoke, mingling with the ruins and debris that drifted on the wind. What remained was a tableau of utter devastation, as if the city had been brutally ravaged and consumed by some ferocious beast on a tormented battlefield.

Upon the city ramparts,

The once-gleaming stones, etched with the protective runes of the Immortal Clans, were now marred by dark, charred scars and grotesque cracks. They appeared like mouths contorted in silent screams, testifying to the savage cruelty of the demonic onslaught.

The runes' luminescence had faded, flickering precariously like a candle flame in a tempest, struggling to preserve its final vestiges of power. Yet, they wavered uncontrollably, succumbing to the relentless assault of malevolent demonic energy.

Along the thoroughfares, buildings stood in states of partial collapse, their rubble piled high like miniature mountains. Dust swirled incessantly in the dim light, obscuring vision and casting a heavy shroud of mourning over the dying city.

The shops that once bustled with activity now displayed broken signs, their wares strewn haphazardly. Some had been reduced to ashes, while others were twisted and deformed by the potent magical forces.

Precious Immortal Pills and Spirit Grass had turned to dust. Elegant Immortal Artifacts and formidable Magical Treasures lay fractured and shattered. The former sounds of vendors' calls and the lively chatter of crowds were replaced by an unnerving silence, punctuated only by the mournful howl of the wind sweeping through the ruins, its sound eerily resembling ghostly laments.

Amidst the desolation, civilians clad in ragged attire huddled in the corners of the slightly more intact structures, their faces etched with fear, their eyes reflecting utter despair and helplessness.

Children, cradled in the arms of adults, stifled their sobs. Their young faces, streaked with tears and dust, trembled uncontrollably, mirroring the profound terror that gripped the city.

Elderly inhabitants, lost in the haze of past peaceful days, clutched their heirlooms tightly, as if attempting to reclaim the stability of bygone eras.

Young, robust men, their features contorted with resentment, clenched their fists, yearning to rise against the invaders. However, they felt utterly powerless against the monstrous demon legions lurking beyond the city walls, their presence marked by a foul stench and an aura of malevolence.

All they could do was watch their homeland crumble and their loved ones suffer, tears welling in their eyes, while hatred and defiance burned fiercely in their chests.

Meanwhile, the otherworldly demons outside leered with wicked anticipation. Their forms were colossal and varied; some possessed three heads and six arms, brandishing bone spurs that exuded an icy chill.

Others were wreathed in dark flames, leaving behind a scorched earth where nothing could survive.

Still others boasted massive wings, stirring a putrid wind laden with decaying magical energy, relentlessly eroding the city's defenses like ravenous wolves anticipating their prey.

They were merely waiting for the opportune moment to breach the city gates, devour every living soul within, and obliterate this city, once hailed as the Bright Pearl of the Immortal Realm.

An suffocating atmosphere descended upon everyone's hearts, fostering despair and regret. Some even lamented their decision to journey to the Biluo Immortal Continent.

After all, they had lived contentedly in the Underground City until they learned that the cultivators of this realm had reclaimed the Biluo Immortal Continent, prompting them to abandon their homes for this new land.

They had harbored hopes of forging a new existence.

Yet, no one had anticipated that after the cultivators from the Five Continents converged upon the Biluo Immortal Continent, the demons of those same Five Continents would be drawn by the news, encircling this very place.

Above Biluo City, the skies churned with leaden clouds, rolling like enraged beasts. They were tumultuous, heavy, and so dark they threatened to shatter the heavens, pressing and twisting together in an oppressive mass.

From time to time, they unleashed bolts of blue-purple lightning, which flickered like a venomous snake's tongue, accompanied by sharp crackles.

Each lightning strike slammed fiercely against the city walls, splintering stone and making the already crumbling ramparts even more precarious.

The wind howled through the city like a legion of blades slicing the air, emitting tragic moans. It swept up broken branches, leaves, bricks, and tiles, tossing them into a chaotic frenzy that obscured vision, heralding a symphony of death.

At the city's core stood the ancient altar, once a symbol of Biluo City's past glory and heritage. Now, it teetered precariously within the storm's vortex.

Surrounding the altar, carved stone pillars depicting dragons and phoenixes lay broken and askew, amidst scattered debris. The once-vivid Auspicious Beast reliefs, seemingly poised to ascend, were now eroded by the demonic winds, their features blurred as if weeping in silent agony.

The altar's surface was weathered and marked, etched with scars both deep and shallow, alongside charred imprints. These blemishes bore silent testimony to the brutality of past conflicts and the immense pressure the city endured in the present.