Chapter 102: Dimensional Rift

At that moment, it wasn't just Lin Jiufeng who sensed it—the top cultivators of the mortal realm all felt it.

In the Jiangnan region, within a serene academy, the Grand Scholar's expression changed dramatically.

"This is bad… The mortal realm is in danger."

On a secluded island in the South Sea, an ancient dragon that had fallen into the mortal world suddenly opened its massive eyes—each one as large as a house. It gazed solemnly toward the Northern Cang Mountains.

"A dimensional battlefield rift…? Why does such a thing still exist in the mortal realm?" The old dragon was puzzled. Without hesitation, it soared skyward, summoning storm clouds as it raced toward the Northern Cang Mountains.

At the Feathered Immortal Sect's Repository Pavilion—

Lin Jiufeng wasted no time, transforming into a streak of rainbow light as he sped toward the Cang Mountains.

The White Fox and the Sacred Qilin were startled by the sudden change and immediately followed.

At that moment, the top cultivators of the mortal realm were all rushing toward the Northern Cang Mountains.

Northern Cang Mountains—

The scene was one of pure chaos.

A five-hundred-mile-long fissure had split the mountain range apart. From within, boundless demonic energy surged forth, accompanied by eerie, terrifying, and maddened laughter that sent chills down one's spine.

"Hahahaha! So this little girl is the one who set us free?"

"Heh, since she released us, it's only right that we give her a gift."

"Oh yes, a grand gift indeed!"

"The greatest gift of all… She shall become one with us!"

"Hahahaha! Yes, yes! Each of us takes a piece—she must be delicious!"

"That way, she'll be with us forever! United in body and soul, immortal and undying!"

Demonic voices cackled as they swarmed toward Wen Xinyun. The infernal aura coiled around her like writhing serpents, whispering lunacy into her ears. There was no escape.

Wen Xinyun struggled desperately, but against the Demon Kings from the dimensional rift, her Tenth Ban cultivation was utterly insufficient.

Soon, the demonic energy seeped into her, and she lost consciousness in midair.

The Demon Kings howled with glee as they lunged toward her, ready to tear her apart—

ROAR!!

A deafening dragon's roar shattered the sky.

The sheer force of the soundwave dispersed the demonic energy, sending several Demon Kings tumbling backward.

A colossal dragon, its body as vast as a mountain range, descended from the heavens. With a mighty sweep of its tail, it smashed through the swirling demonic mist. The impact sent several shadowy figures flying, revealing their grotesque forms—

A massive, horned bull head.

An ancient, mummified goat.

A grinning, pig-faced monstrosity.

They had no physical bodies—only spectral forms. Their lingering souls, preserved through sheer malice, floated menacingly in the air.

These were three powerful Demon Kings, once imprisoned in the dimensional rift. Now, their hunger was unbearable, and their glowing red eyes burned with insatiable greed.

But upon seeing the dragon, their gazes turned wild with excitement.

"A true dragon?! There's a true dragon in the mortal realm?"

"And it's wounded! A supreme delicacy!"

"If we devour this dragon, we might be able to regain our corporeal forms!"

The three Demon Kings licked their lips in anticipation. Having just escaped their prison, they were ravenous, and before them lay an unparalleled feast.

A wounded true dragon?

A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

The three demons charged forward—

SCHWING!

A dazzling sword light streaked across the sky, descending upon them with unstoppable force.

BOOM!

The sword energy erupted like a tidal wave, engulfing the three Demon Kings. They howled in agony, retreating in panic as the overwhelming force shattered their spectral forms.

As the energy dissipated, a lone figure appeared.

He stood cold and indifferent, lifting a single hand. A flicker of sword energy danced at his fingertip—

Slash!

With an almost casual motion, he sliced through their foreheads.

CRACK!

The three Demon Kings' souls exploded on the spot.

Lin Jiufeng didn't even glance at them. His gaze was fixed on the five-hundred-mile fissure in the mountain range.

From within, an ominous tear in space pulsed violently, and more figures began to crawl out.

"What… is this place?" Lin Jiufeng asked, his brow furrowing.

The massive dragon descended, bringing its immense head close.

"This is a dimensional prison," the dragon rumbled. "It holds countless ancient fiends. This particular location must have been a weak point between realms. That girl's sword strike inadvertently tore it open, allowing these creatures to escape."

Lin Jiufeng's gaze darkened as he saw more and more entities emerging.

"Can the rift be sealed?" he asked.

The old dragon nodded gravely.

"I can do it. But I'll need time… and assistance."

"I'll help." Wen Xinyun had regained consciousness, determination burning in her eyes.

"I will as well."

A new figure appeared—an elderly scholar materialized in midair. The Grand Scholar had arrived.

"And us!"

Thunderous footsteps echoed as a burly figure charged across the sky.

Yue Dashan.

Behind him, a black shadow flashed by, landing beside Wen Xinyun.

Zhou Tianzi.

Even he had come from the demonic sanctuaries to aid in sealing the rift.

"Count me in!"

A divine beast leaped into the fray—the Sacred Qilin. Though it was still recovering, it could lend its power.

The White Fox stood atop the Qilin's head, her pristine fur shimmering as she stared resolutely at the fissure.

The old dragon exhaled deeply.

"With all of you… this can be done. But I require absolute silence."

Lin Jiufeng's expression grew colder.

"With me here, no one will disturb you."

The old dragon nodded and began the ritual. Its dragon breath condensed into a grand array, glowing as it started mending the rift.

At that moment—

"No! My brother is still inside!"

"How dare a mere dragon interfere?!"

"This is our chance! The dimensional prison has opened—you think we'll let you seal it?"

"A 'true dragon'? More like a glorified snake. If you try to close that rift, I'll feast on your flesh myself!"

Furious voices roared from the fissure.

These were the voices of those who had just escaped—demonic entities, ancient monsters, prisoners of unspeakable sins.

They could not allow this chance to be taken from them.

Instantly, several shadows surged forward, aiming to strike down the old dragon before it could complete the seal.

"DIE!!"

But before they could reach him—

Lin Jiufeng moved.

His body flickered.

He reappeared in front of the old dragon, facing the incoming attackers. Without hesitation, he raised his palm—

BOOM!

A cataclysmic force erupted. The sky itself twisted as nine layers of turbulent waves crashed forward, obliterating the incoming figures.

The entities screamed, their bodies flung backward. Their injuries were dire, but before they could react—

SCHWING!

Lin Jiufeng's finger pointed forward.

The Sword of Life and Death.

The very sword Wen Xinyun had used to split the rift—

Lin Jiufeng now used it to end them.

One by one, their souls shattered.

Not even sparing them a glance, Lin Jiufeng turned back to the old dragon.

BOOM!

He unleashed his full aura. Behind him, four great anomalies manifested. His Eleventh Ban cultivation radiated supreme majesty, shaking the heavens.

The escapees from the dimensional prison froze.

And behind him, the greatest cultivators of the mortal world worked relentlessly—

Sealing the rift.