Urban Romantic Divine Doctor Chapter 1633 - 1630: Taking Back Ling Xiao

Standing at the precipice of the heavens, Xu Wendong surveyed the jubilant populace in the city below, soaking in the cacophony of celebration and the roar of adoration. The austere lines of his face softened marginally, a subtle current of relief now flowing through him.

However, the gnawing tension within his spirit remained unaddressed. Though the Demon God was vanquished this day, the reclamation of Ling Xiao remained elusive, and undoubtedly, other Otherworldly Demons still lurked across the Five Continents.

Who could possibly guarantee that a more formidable menace would not soon emerge?

The very thought.

Within his mind's eye, a temporal vortex, akin to a colossal black hole, materialized, its slow rotation unleashing an aura of dreadful, all-consuming power.

Xu Wendong's voice resonated, "Everyone, while the Demon God has met its end, Ling Xiao is yet to be recovered, and remnants of Otherworldly Demon forces persist on the Five Continents. For our collective safety, let us first secure a sanctuary!"

"Pray, offer no resistance!"

The assembled inhabitants and cultivators within the city bowed their heads in solemn agreement, subsequently ascending into the swirling vortex of spacetime.

The near ten million souls of the human race inhabiting the city experienced a sudden lightness, and within moments, they found themselves instantaneously transferred to the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.

Within this secluded realm, verdant mountain ranges stretched limitlessly, their emerald slopes undulating like an endless verdant ocean.

Crystal-clear springs emerged, their waters shrouded in ethereal mists, presenting an illusion of a celestial paradise on mortal soil, yet imbued with a tranquil serenity that shielded it from the world's clamor.

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Xu Wendong had only just set foot within the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.

Before his footing could even fully stabilize, the Dragon Soul's voice, deep yet bearing the resonance of antiquity, boomed like a monumental bell within his consciousness, "In my assessment, there should be no lingering vestiges of Otherworldly Demon operations above Ling Xiao at this juncture!"

"Meditate upon this possibility."

"Earlier, during your climactic, life-or-death confrontation with that Demon God, considering the typical modus operandi of the Otherworldly Demon clan, had substantial forces remained deployed above Ling Xiao, how could they have possibly let such a golden opportunity pass them by?"

"They would undoubtedly have dispatched far more formidable, overwhelming entities to extinguish you, their primary obstacle, in a single, decisive blow!" The Dragon Soul's voice continued its intricate analysis, its pronouncements seemingly peeling back layers of obfuscation to expose the underlying truth.

Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong's brows lifted subtly, involuntarily furrowing into a faint '川' shape as he pondered the implications. After a prolonged period of contemplation, he softly inquired, "Lord Long, are you suggesting that the potent forces of the Otherworldly Demons may have completely retreated from this pivotal battlefield of the Three Realms?"

As he spoke, he meticulously replayed the events of his ferocious battle with the Demon God, finding the entire scenario increasingly peculiar.

Previously, the combat zone had teemed with demonic specters and perilous energies, presenting an environment of extreme danger. Yet, from the outset to the conclusion, only that single Upper Demon God had made an appearance. There had been no sign of any additional terrifying reinforcements from the Otherworldly Demon ranks, a circumstance that indeed defied conventional logic and struck him as profoundly unusual.

"Precisely!" the Dragon Soul affirmed with unshakeable conviction. "For us, the Three Realms represents the bedrock of our existence and proliferation, a homeland steeped in boundless hope and the accumulated heritage of countless sentient beings."

"Yet, within the perspective of those Otherworldly Demons, it is merely an inconsequential speck, unworthy of the expenditure of considerable forces for its defense and the draining of their energy."

Xu Wendong nodded in deep thought, a spark of exhilaration igniting in his eyes, rapidly expanding like a brilliant flare across a vast expanse.

He straightened his posture, clenching his fists, his voice resonating with a tremor of excitement, "If this depiction of the situation holds true, does this not present us with a divinely ordained opportunity?"

"Lord Long, why do we not seize this moment to reclaim the Palace of the Polestar, reestablish the dominion of the Three Realms, and usher in an era of peace for all the people?"

Having voiced his proposal, his breathing grew more rapid, his chest heaving, as if he could already perceive the radiant dawn of impending victory.

"Haha, if my deductions are indeed accurate, this endeavor is entirely achievable!" The Dragon Soul erupted in hearty laughter, its voice saturated with an overwhelming wave of elation.

"Excellent!"

Xu Wendong affirmed with unwavering resolve, his expression as unyielding as tempered steel, his course of action firmly decided. He immediately focused his mind, and in a fleeting instant, a majestic will, like invisible tendrils, extended throughout the entirety of the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.

In that very moment, the eminent cultivators of the Thirteen Immortal Clans, those dwelling above the Immortal Emperor Realm, felt a profound tremor ripple through their beings, as if an unspoken summons had been issued, drawing their forms irresistibly together.

In the blink of an eye, all had assembled, their gazes fixed upon Xu Wendong, filled with a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment, as they remained uncertain as to the reason for this sudden convocation.

Xu Wendong, surveying the assembled multitude, cleared his throat and elucidated his entire strategy. Initially, astonishment was etched upon every face. Following a brief silence, the crowd erupted like a pot of boiling oil, their enthusiasm and fervor surging like a tidal wave.

"Storm the Polestar Palace? This is the grand undertaking we've always yearned for!"

"Indeed! If we can reclaim the Holy Land, our past glories will undoubtedly be restored!"

The crowd's excited exclamations wove together, forming an inspiring battle hymn. As the morning light pierced the heavens outside, it streamed through the breaks in the clouds, casting myriad golden rays. It was as if this impending expedition's elite force was being clad in sacred battle armor, reflecting their resolve and boundless valor.

Witnessing this, Xu Wendong raised his arm and proclaimed, "If that is so, then everyone, join me in this expedition, with our swords aimed at Ling Xiao!"

With that declaration,

He waved his sleeve, leading the assembled forces away from the Penglai Fairy Island Minor World.

Like an unstoppable, surging torrent of steel, imbued with immense resolve and the certainty of victory, they ascended into the sky, soaring towards the Immortal Palace in the Nine Heavens!

The once magnificent and splendid palace, a symbol of the absolute authority and supreme honor of the Three Realms, now stood like a venerable warrior, battered by time and conflict, appearing shattered and decrepit.

Much of the golden roofing on the halls had vanished, with broken timbers strewn about, resembling clipped wings.

The walls shed bricks and stones, riddled with gaping holes, and jagged fissures stretched like the tears of ages, silently recounting the devastating ordeals it had endured.

Jade balustrades and decorative vases had crumbled into dust, scattered across the ground. A gentle breeze stirred them, raising faint plumes of dust, instilling a profound sense of decline and desolation.

Upon entering the halls, a pungent, demonic stench assaulted their senses, nearly causing some to retch.

Even though the numbers of the Otherworldly Demons were few.

These remnants still put up a tenacious resistance, much like cornered wolves. Their eyes blazed with ferocity and defiance, making a futile attempt at a final stand.

Their spectral forms prowled amidst the ruins, their shadows flickering. They spewed forth black Demon Flames, a desperate, futile effort to impede the group's advance.

However, the strength of these Otherworldly Demons was exceedingly feeble, and with the daytime sun, their cultivation levels were critically hampered.

Before Xu Wendong could even make a move, the formidable experts from the Thirteen Immortal Clans acted decisively, eradicating all the Otherworldly Demons.

Thus, Ling Xiao was successfully reclaimed.

Within the expansive Immortal Palace, only Xu Wendong and the experts from the Thirteen Immortal Clans remained.

"Lord Long, although we have retaken the Polestar Palace, the Otherworldly Demons will surely return!" Xu Wendong stated, his countenance grave. "Is there any method to prevent the Otherworldly Demons from assaulting the Three Realms anew?"