The Dao Soldiers aboard this Demon-Slaying Divine Shuttle, and even Ao Kun and Ao Yi, were people Zong Shou did not wish to reveal just yet, lest he alert the snake too early. Thus, the very moment they neared the Primordial Lotus World, Zong Shou completely concealed every trace of their aura, along with the pulse of their spiritual energy.

Yet, as he flashed out beyond the Divine Shuttle, Ao Kun was already a step ahead, standing at the prow of the massive vessel, gazing distantly into the void. His expression was full of keen interest: "Your subordinates are quite exceptional!

Fighting against overwhelming odds, it’s truly a feat they managed to hold out this long. Especially that Feng Taiji; even in the Cloud Desolation Era, he should have held a notable position.

But looking at this situation, your opposition is truly on the verge of striking. If this is still mere probing, they’ve gone far too excessively—" He then turned, with a hint of envy in his tone, "You can see across the expanse between these two worlds?

Even a Saint Realm expert might not possess such divine capabilities." Naturally, Saint Realm powerhouses could sense things across vast distances. But for someone like Zong Shou to observe everything across several worlds, as if it were right before his eyes, was truly rare, perhaps even unique.

Zong Shou smiled, offering no reply. His Soul Sea void had already descended into this realm.

The Star Dao Seed was already striding through the emptiness. With a flicker, he traversed a distance that would take ten breaths to cover by normal escape speed.

The Demon-Slaying Divine Shuttle was naturally under Ao Kun’s protection. His sworn elder brother was not as unreliable as Lin Xuanshuang.

After only a few shifts in space, Zong Shou heard Ao Kun's voice transmit to him again. "Be exceedingly careful.

It seems someone has laid an ambush over there; their origins are still unknown. If things go south, I will intervene immediately.

However—" Zong Shou understood instantly, a chill flooding his chest. How could he not know what Ao Kun warned him about?

Outside the Primordial Lotus Realm, there were several locations where the spiritual essence was obscure. His World-Burning Blood Pupils could not pierce the concealment.

The Illusion Heart Mirror also failed to dispel the illusionary techniques due to the immense distance. However, the faint, prickly sensation in his mind was a constant reminder: this place was exceptionally dangerous!

He did not know who had laid the ambush, nor whether their target was him or someone else. He also had no idea of their cultivation level or fighting prowess.

Nonetheless, he felt no fear! He was aware of Ao Kun’s unspoken meaning: with two peak combat-strength Saint Realm experts guarding nearby, his life was assured no matter what.

But if those two truly had to act, it would inevitably make the Nine Absolutes Immortal Court wary. The objective of this battle was to drag those major factions, including Hong Jiuchen and his cohorts, into the conflict.

This would legitimize the offensive against the surrounding minor-thousand worlds. He did not want these petty creatures to become fearful at this juncture.

As the Star Dao Seed multiplied, Zong Shou’s spatial traversal distance increased significantly. The rest time between each leap also shortened considerably.

In just one hundred breaths, he reached the boundary river. Looking with cold eyes, he saw that Feng Taiji and Zhao Yanran were holding their own, struggling but still capable of a few counter-attacks.

The cultivators from the other sects, however, were finding things much harder, beset by danger at every turn. Remarkably, the sixteen Airships had managed to sink several of the enemy vessels.

They had transitioned from skirmishing and fleeing to a counter-offensive. Conversely, the cultivators engaged in fierce close combat were faring worse.

It was necessary for the Airships to divert some power to assist, preventing the opposing Immortal Cultivators from exerting their full strength. Knowing this, hesitation was no longer an option.

Several individuals were clearly exhausted; further delay could mean mortal peril. Zong Shou let out a cold chuckle and revealed his form, pacing deliberately toward the center of the battleground.

The cultivators in that boundary river noticed his arrival within half a breath. Feng Taiji and Zhao Yanran showed subtle relief on their faces.

They seemed to have expected his arrival, showing no surprise, but their taut expressions noticeably relaxed. Zong Shou understood; these individuals had likely been emboldened by the knowledge that he had already reached the Primordial Lotus, giving them the confidence to engage in a direct confrontation here.

And it was likely that the vixen, Zhao Yanran, had instigated more than half of this. Looking at the other cultivators, who possessed no distinct identifying marks, they swept cold gazes towards him—utterly surprised, but equally filled with relief.

Zong Shou grew more certain of his assessment but paid them no heed, ignoring them completely. Instead, his expression settled as he stared at the tattered vessels.

They weaved through the void, their trajectories unpredictable like a hovering antelope; suddenly piercing forward, then fleeing, then separating, then converging. Although the enemy ships were numerous, they rarely managed to coordinate their strength.

In the exchange of giant crossbow bolts and spiritual arts, they were actually at a disadvantage. And whenever those dozens of massive ships gathered together, the fleet under Shi Ruolan would evade conflict.

Faintly, he could discern the style of the peerless general from his 'past life' who once commanded hundreds of ships, dominating the Sea of Clouds without ever meeting an equal. However, at this moment, Shi Ruolan's destiny was no longer as tragic as in his previous life.

Estranged and resented by her sworn brother, gradually losing military command, and ultimately dying tragically with the demise of the Snow Lion Clan. At this very instant, she had a far broader stage upon which to display her brilliance.

It wasn't just Shi Ruolan’s superb tactics; the pilots commanding those Airships also clearly possessed considerable skill. This allowed Shi Ruolan to wield them as if they were extensions of her own body.

A capable leader must also possess the ability to recognize and utilize talent to assemble loyal subordinates. Today's situation was truly a source of unexpected delight for Zong Shou.

That little girl from back then had truly grown up, unknowingly becoming one of his most crucial aids. A few breaths later, Zong Shou finally withdrew his gaze.

He walked slowly, his tone flat with little fluctuation: "I recall Tian Fangxiu once said that in the struggles between external powers, Immortal-rank cultivators rarely intervene. I wonder what your origins are?

Why do you disregard this rule? And from where do you draw the audacity to assault my Great Qian?" As he spoke the words "assault my Great Qian," Zong Shou’s gaze turned razor-sharp, piercing toward the dozen or so Immortal Cultivators.

Several of them immediately felt their hearts jump violently. For an instant, they felt as if they had plunged into an ice cave.

They didn't know why, but they suddenly felt their limbs frozen and unable to move. Fortunately, Zong Shou only swept his sight across them momentarily before fixing his attention on the one among the group who was currently surrounding and attacking Feng Taiji—the one with the highest cultivation.

"Are you all here seeking death?" A slight crimson flash appeared in his eyes, and the cultivator, who was at the Immortal Realm Mid-stage, immediately found himself paralyzed. His eyes were vacant, his mouth producing only gasps, unable to speak, his expression a mixture of terror and confusion.