Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1628 - 1625: Xu Wendong Appears

Above Biluo City, the sky that was once a suffocating blanket of darkness and despair began to churn with demonic clouds. These appeared like dense black ink spilled and boiling, casting a heavy pall over the city walls, threatening to bring them down entirely.

The wails of the inhabitants and the savage roars of the Otherworldly Demons merged into a chilling symphony of impending doom.

At this moment of utter hopelessness, the firmament itself seemed to be ripped open by an unseen, world-shattering force!

First, a blinding torrent of light, capable of piercing through the veil of time, sliced through the demonic clouds. It descended like a razor-sharp sword, followed swiftly by a radiant blaze that spread with the ferocity of a wildfire.

In an instant, the entire night was transformed into blinding daylight. The brilliance was so intense it nearly seared the vision of any observer, with each ray of light appearing to be forged from pure Immortal Spirit Power.

Wherever this light passed, the darkness visibly dissolved and scattered. Smoke billowed upwards as the hidden Otherworldly Demons within the encroaching mist shrieked endlessly, their forms instantly purified into oblivion, leaving behind only faint, ephemeral wisps of soul remnants.

And at the very heart of this sky-illuminating radiance.

Xu Wendong stood resolute, like a War God greeting the dawn. His stance was as firm as a pine tree, and golden light surged from his very being, making him appear as a blazing sun suspended in the heavens.

Each brilliant ray emanating from him was a manifestation of his immense Divine Power. Waves of pressure radiated outwards, causing the surrounding space to visibly warp and the air to hum with palpable energy.

Alongside him, the formidable practitioners from the Thirteen Immortal Clans spread out, forming a majestic display akin to stars encircling the moon.

The instant they materialized, it felt as though a divine intervention had pulled the entirety of Biluo City back from the brink of hell and returned it to the world of the living.

Amidst the overwhelming brilliance, even the fundamental laws of the universe seemed to part and make way.

The immense pressure instantly quelled the trembling ground within the city, the raging winds abated, and the desperate cries of the townsfolk abruptly ceased.

These sounds were replaced by shouts of awe and cheers brimming with renewed hope. The cultivators who had been bowed in despair now lifted their heads.

Tears welled in their shocked and ecstatic eyes, their magic artifacts vibrating slightly with excitement, as if acknowledging the arrival of a savior who had dramatically altered their fate.

Yan Feng stood upon the altar, now a ruin littered with debris, his solitary figure stark against the oppressive gloom where shadows danced wildly.

His black robe, torn and tattered by the demonic gales, fluttered like a defeated banner in the overwhelming atmosphere of despair.

His eyes, previously fixed with fierce determination and burning rage upon the Otherworldly Demons outside the city, now widened in disbelief at the miraculous transformation in the sky. His pupils contracted sharply, as if he were witnessing the most implausible event imaginable.

His cracked, blood-stained lips parted, attempting to cry out. However, overcome by sheer shock, his throat felt constricted by an invisible force, allowing only a dry, broken sound to escape: "It... it’s actually the Thirteen Immortal Clans!"

Though uttered in a low tone, his words were laced with profound astonishment, the final syllable wavering unsteadily.

He trembled as if struck by an unseen bolt of lightning, fighting to maintain his footing. Were it not for the support of the battered Formation Flag he clutched, he might have collapsed then and there.

Having navigated the Immortal Realm for countless years and long overseeing Biluo City, Yan Feng was undeniably familiar with the name of the Thirteen Immortal Clans.

In ages past, this esteemed group had either remained veiled from the world, like unattainable deities dwelling in the clouds, existing only within fabled tales and ancient scriptures for people to recite and revere.

Yet here, at this critical juncture of Biluo City’s survival, when defenses were shattered and desperate pleas echoed endlessly, they descended like divine instruments. How could this not leave him utterly stunned?

Yan Feng could never have fathomed.

That these powerful entities, typically aloof from the mundane world and living in reclusion, would appear now, on this battlefield thick with smoke and the stench of blood, to rescue the faltering Biluo City.

Though his voice was not loud, Yan Feng’s words reached the ears of the formidable figures nearby.

Upon hearing the mention of the Thirteen Immortal Clans.

A collective shiver ran down everyone’s spine, their bodies quaking with a mixture of fear and awe.

An elder stammered, his voice trembling, "Are these individuals... truly the Ancient Immortal Clan?"

"Heavens above, is this truly happening?"

"The Ancient Immortal Clan possesses unparalleled might; their intervention will surely drive back the Otherworldly Demons and save the city’s inhabitants. We are saved!"

"I always believed the Ancient Immortal Clan was merely a legend, never did I expect them to appear here. Could this be a final hallucination before death?"

A wave of excited murmurs swept through the city's populace.No one had anticipated the Ancient Immortal Clan's intervention at the decisive moment. At once, tears of elation welled up in the eyes of all present. "That... that's my brother, my very own brother!" Without any forewarning, a thunderous shout echoed from the city, and then Mo Qilin, with his body utterly spent, ascended into the heavens, hurtling towards Xu Wendong. "Big brother?" Xu Wendong's eyes sparkled with profound joy. After a period of separation from the Cultivation World, seeing his dear brother from the Demon Realm once more filled Xu Wendong with immense excitement. Simultaneously, the Empress of the Cultivation World, Fuyao, along with Mu Wanqiu, Luo Li, and others, recognized Xu Wendong, their eyes alight with utter disbelief. It was simply that their cultivation levels were too meager, rendering them incapable of flight, which prevented any immediate reunion with Xu Wendong. Xu Wendong turned his gaze towards the formidable experts of the Thirteen Immortal Clans and stated evenly, "Esteemed sirs and madams, the responsibility for these Otherworldly Demons falls to you." The powerful individuals from the Thirteen Immortal Clans offered slight nods, radiating an inherent pride and unshakeable confidence, as if the malevolent forces before them were merely insignificant ants awaiting annihilation. Subsequently, the mighty figures from the Thirteen Immortal Clans launched their assault in unison. The formidable expert from the Canglan Immortal Clan initiated the action, his form moving with lightning speed, instantly transforming into a cerulean streak that plunged towards the encroaching horde of Otherworldly Demons. He was observed rapidly forming hand seals and uttering incantations. In a swift moment, successive waves of water-blue spiritual power cascaded forth from him, undulating like ripples on a serene pond. Wherever these waves swept, the very air seemed to crystallize into solid ice, emitting a sharp, 'crackling' resonance. The formidable member of the Phantom Feather Clan gracefully emerged, spirit feathers blazing with an incandescent radiance. With a mere sweep of her feather fan, the spirit feathers propelled forth like a volley of arrows, precisely striking the vital points of the Otherworldly Demons, eliciting continuous cries of agony. Her form danced ethereally, her fan a blur of motion, perpetuating the massacre, leaving the Demon horde no possibility of escape. The mighty figure of the Ba Yan Clan, exuding an imposing aura of rocky grandeur, let out a fierce roar, his stony armor glowing brilliantly. Raising a colossal axe, he leaped skyward and brought it crashing down, a resounding 'boom' that shook the very earth, excavating a profound chasm with fissures spreading in all directions. The Otherworldly Demons, struck by this ferocious blow, either disintegrated into fragments or collapsed, spewing blood, their combat efficacy utterly nullified. The remaining members of the Immortal Clans unleashed their diverse arts; the Lingxiao Feather Clan conjured storms of spirit feathers to scour the demons, the Yan Clan transmuted into a fiery dragon to immolate the demons into ash, and the Wood Clan wielded entangling vines to ensnare and constrict the demons, contributing to the relentless slaughter. The skilled combatants executed coordinated assaults with ferocious intensity, plunging the Otherworldly Demons into utter disarray, compelling them to scatter in panicked flight. But how could the Immortals permit their adversaries to escape? They pursued them with triumphant vigor. In a remarkably short span of time, the Otherworldly Demons sustained grievous losses, their wails echoing incessantly, and the tide of the battle was decisively turned. Meanwhile, Xu Wendong landed with steady grace upon the ground, his Divine Sense silently expanding, converging his friends and cherished companions from the Immortal Realm towards him. Concurrently, he also perceived the three individuals he had longed to see: Xu Fan, Jiang Xueyao, and Zhong Qiu! They were all natives of Earth. Indeed, Xu Wendong had journeyed to the Immortal Realm with the express purpose of finding these very three!