Born with immortal seed

Chapter 577 The Illusory Image of the Crimson-Eared Ancestor

"Damn it, I only came to Rotten Axe Mountain to have some fun, and I only joined this team because I was itching to try my hand at it. I didn't expect that there would actually be such a person among the human Nascent Soul cultivators!"

Cai Feng was not a great demon of Rotten Ke Mountain. Her ancestor was a very important figure, one of the few remaining ancient demons in the cultivation world.

Despite being burdened with various limitations and relying on various secret techniques to escape the world and possess other bodies, he has almost no ability to fight again.

However, given their noble bloodline, direct descendants have many advantages in cultivation compared to other demon races.

Furthermore, as long as they still harbor the idea of ​​ascending to the upper realm, the several Nascent Soul demon lords will always try to maintain a good relationship with the ancient ones.

Who knows if these old guys have a secret weapon they might have that can help them during their ascension?

Caifeng inherited her grandfather's Seven-Colored Purifying Divine Light and boasted that she was invincible among her peers.

This time, due to the great changes in the cultivation world, he went out to gain experience in order to seize the opportunity, but his old ideas were completely shattered.

First, it encountered a white ape at Rotten Axe Mountain. After the contest, it admitted defeat and was hit by the ape's iron rod, which made it dizzy and disoriented. The impact was not only related to the Great Dao of Power, but also caused layers of vibration, making it impossible for the ape's Seven-Colored Purifying Divine Light to condense.

Although he still possessed the trump card bestowed upon him by his grandfather, it was no longer a friendly sparring match, but a life-or-death struggle.

Besides, the white ape might also possess some hidden supernatural abilities.

Moreover, the white ape came from an ordinary background and had mixed bloodlines, completely overturning the traditional concept of the demon race.

It was only when the Red-Eared Ancestor himself spoke up that the White Ape's true bloodline was hidden very deeply, and because it was too powerful to be activated, that the doubts of the demons were dispelled.

After being defeated by the most outstanding young demon in the entire world, even from Rotten Ke Mountain, Cai Feng finally came to her senses after several days of frustration.

Upon hearing that there was a mission to go to the Northern Region to ambush a Nascent Soul sword cultivator, he immediately became interested.

If they can't defeat the white ape, they can't vent their anger on a few human Nascent Soul cultivators.

As expected, after entering the Northern Region, it rampaged through the area, defeating the Lord of Zengguang Immortal City and the Supreme Elder of the Tianhe Sword Sect. Its pride once again allowed it to reclaim its high ground.

How many powerful cultivators can be born in such a harsh and cold place that even demons rarely visit?

The Dragon Lord of Xingxiu Sea actually had to solemnly invite powerful figures from all sides to come and capture him directly. He showed no domineering spirit whatsoever as the Lord of Xingxiu Sea.

It wasn't until she faced it head-on that Caifeng realized how terribly wrong she had been.

When I was young, my grandfather would occasionally chat with the younger generation, and I often heard him talk about the outstanding figures of the medieval and early modern periods.

At that time, I greatly admired the demon lords that my grandfather spoke of, and I looked down on the so-called heaven-defying cultivators of the human race, thinking that no matter how strong they were, they could never be a match for the demon lords who descended to the realm.

Only today has it acquired a concrete concept of the phrase "sitting in a well and looking at the sky".

The human cultivators who, according to his grandfather, were able to fight against the peak of the fifth rank demon lords in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm truly existed, and they had become his opponents.

"No, his strength is even more exaggerated than those legendary heaven-defying cultivators... If the five demons hadn't joined forces, even the white ape might have been killed by him in a very short time if he were facing him alone. When that Sword of Time was swung down, even though it wasn't aimed at me, I still felt a sense of utter despair."

Cai Feng secretly gripped a die in her palm, no longer hesitating.

If the situation worsens further, we will take immediate action.

Having endured three days within the sword formation, the sword light showed no signs of diminishing. On the contrary, the tireless and powerful body was showing obvious signs of exhaustion under the constant onslaught of sword light.

……

"Stars are often seen in a pot, and the sun and moon are often hidden in a robe... If my sword formation goes any further, I can't rely solely on flying swords for upgrades. Fourth-tier flying swords are still a possibility, but even if I turn the entire cultivation world upside down, I might not be able to gather a complete set of fifth-tier flying swords."

The little white nascent soul squinted, struggling to urge the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword, its chubby white fingers tapping unconsciously on the sword box.

The Star River Sword Formation was on track, and he wasn't looking for a quick victory; he clearly wanted to wear down his opponent.

With less energy needed to focus on the Star River Sword Formation, people began to think about the even greater prospects of the future.

To some extent, the level of enemies Bai Zichen encountered was even higher than that of Xinghe Sword Lord, the founder of the galaxy.

Aside from his final battle, in which he forcibly held off more than a dozen Nascent Soul-level extraterrestrial demons to protect his fellow disciples before finally succumbing to exhaustion, which was quite remarkable, Xinghe Sword Lord's other records of killing enemies with sword formations were not as impressive as Bai Zichen's.

There are only three ways for the power of the Star River Sword Formation to undergo a qualitative change.

The flying sword undergoes an overall upgrade, comprehending the principle that "one sword gives rise to ten thousand laws," and ascends to the upper realm to comprehend the starry sky of the Earthly Immortal Realm, altering the parameters of the stars.

The first point is currently underway, the latter two are extremely difficult and require a long period of exploration and verification, and the third even has the prerequisite of ascension.

So Bai Zichen took a different approach: what if he merged the Star River Sword Formation with the realm?

Of course, it's not the current level of realm that we'll start trying, but rather the kind that's infinitely close to a celestial realm.

The final form of the grotto-heaven contains the sun, moon, and stars, exists independently of time, and is born with its own rules.

It seems to be somewhat similar to what the Star River Sword Formation is pursuing.

If this idea succeeds, his Star River Sword Formation will be enhanced by the power of the cave heaven, and its power will continue to increase as the cave heaven expands.

Until finally, it becomes a real world.

This idea can only be considered once one has reached the Nascent Soul stage.

The sudden inspiration only allowed him to wander a little before he quickly returned to the present moment.

Three days later, Bai Zichen's condition remained unchanged, but the demons began to falter.

Old Man Hu, who was struck by the Azure Emperor's Longevity Sword, suffered the most. He transformed back into human form and raised his hand to release hundreds of talismans, forming a bright and dazzling wall of talismans.

But at most, it will be shattered by the subsequent sword light.

Old Hu's face was pale, and his temples were covered in large beads of sweat. Several times, he bit his finger with slight trembling and used his blood to smear the talismans again, increasing their power by several times, before he could barely hold on.

The spiritual treasure-level cane transformed into a peach tree for healing purposes, which had a great impact on it.

Although it still possessed a few magical treasures, they were all items that could bewitch people and deepen illusions, and were therefore useless at the moment.

Without his only weapon, the walking stick, which he could use to fight head-on, he instantly lost his previous smooth and composed demeanor and became extremely disheveled.

Old Hu felt waves of weakness in his body, knowing that the aftereffects of the Time-Traveling Divine Power he had previously suffered from had not yet been completely eliminated.

The peach looked like it had replenished his essence and healed his injuries, but it still had a serious deficiency inside.

The true meaning of time and its influence are not so easily dispelled.

"The white ape and the colorful phoenix are young and vigorous, and they may even possess treasures bestowed upon them by their ancestors, so they are naturally not worried. I, on the other hand, do not have such many reliances..."

Old Hu knew his own family situation. He appeared to be born into the Qingqiu Dead Sea Heavenly Fox clan, with noble blood and the protection of a Nascent Soul Ancestor.

However, their own ancestor was the most heartless and ungrateful, and would keep his distance from any action that might harm his Dao.

Because he feared that bestowing a fifth-tier protective technique upon a human cultivator would lead to their pursuit and backlash, Fox White never granted his descendants any secret arts.

The Heavenly Treasures of the Dead Sea of ​​Qingqiu are all in the hands of Hu Bai, and it is impossible for them to be lent to other demons.

Back then, Old Man Hu's cousin, a powerful demon at the peak of the fourth rank, was killed by the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master with a single palm strike. Fox White didn't utter a word, acting as if nothing had happened, which chilled Fox White's heart and made it realize the truth of everything.

That cousin is the most promising member of the Heavenly Fox Clan in thousands of years to reach the fifth rank and become a Demon Lord.

He took out a hairpin-shaped mirror, examined his eyes, and a few tears fell onto the mirror.

"Old friend, you've saved me so many times, but I never thought I'd have to rely on you one last time..."

Old Man Hu threw the hairpin mirror with all his might. It flew into the air and let out a muffled groan as blood flowed from his five orifices. The hairpin mirror shattered into countless fragments.

A dazzling sea of ​​flowers has bloomed, instantly expanding from a few acres to about one-fifth the size of the starry sky.

Even the tidal wave of sword light couldn't cut down the sea of ​​flowers; they bloomed far too fast.

This was the opportunity that Old Man Hu created for himself: he self-destructed a top-grade spiritual treasure, causing a huge uproar.

In that instant, the three demons separated by the sword formation sensed each other; they were not at opposite ends of the earth, but at most a dozen miles apart.

"Gentlemen, this boy is ruthless and beyond our ability to defeat... We should retreat first and inform our elders before making a decision!"

With the three demons gathered together, Old Man Hu felt much more at ease, knowing that his weakness would prevent him from becoming a target.

The best option for it is to leverage the strength of the white ape and the colorful phoenix.

"Absolutely! This is the first time I've ever seen a human cultivator like this in my entire life... If I hadn't seen that he was only in the mid-Nascent Soul stage, I would have thought you brought me here to deal with that crazy Li from the Azure Lotus Sword Sect!"

Cai Feng cried out loudly, already harboring the intention to retreat.

"But the Dragon Lord instructed us to kill this person at all costs... Bai Zichen has an irreconcilable hatred for our demon race. He not only attacked and killed the descendants of Ancestor Ao, but also stole a treasure that is extremely important to the Starry Sea. Before we came, the Dragon Lord had already given each of us a Dragon Pearl, and there will be other rewards after the mission is accomplished. If we return empty-handed like this, it will be difficult to explain when we go back."

The white ape gazed at the sword light and stars, whose view was temporarily obscured by the sea of ​​flowers, still feeling somewhat unwilling.

Dragon Balls are considered universal treasures for the demon race, and only powerful dragon beasts of the fourth rank or higher can generate them after they pass away.

All the essence of his being was concentrated in a single Dragon Ball, and one can only imagine the sheer amount of energy contained within.

Not only dragons, but other demon races can also use the pure demon essence within the Dragon Ball to quickly improve their cultivation.

Even for a fourth-tier superior demon like the Rainbow Phoenix, a single dragon pearl could save it twenty or thirty years of cultivation.

"Isn't what we've given in the Northern Region enough for even one of its Dragon Balls? Come to think of it, the Dragon Lord gave us wrong information, which led us into this predicament. It's the Dragon Lord who should feel guilty towards us!"

Old Man Hu was getting anxious. There were only three great demons in total, and there were differing opinions among them, so there was no point in even thinking about breaking through.

They were just waiting for the sword formation to operate for a few more days, like a dull knife slowly cutting flesh. By the time they figured it out and tried to escape by force, it would be too late.

"White Ape, there's no point in staying any longer!"

Cai Feng almost pressed herself against it, and roared loudly.

"Can't you see that Bai Zichen is comparable to a cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage? The strength he's displayed is enough to place him at the very pinnacle of the cultivation world. I don't care how he did it, but setting up such a sword formation and maintaining it for the sixth day is exactly the same as the first day. I only know that if this continues, we'll all die here!"

"Such a powerful figure, and your ancestor doesn't even know about him? Hurry back and tell him!"

"Alright, let the three of us demons join forces and break the sword formation!"

After a moment of contemplation, the white ape finally nodded.

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"You think hiding together will make things work?"

Bai Zichen sneered. In fact, the Star River Sword Formation preferred opponents who were grouped together.

There's no need to disperse the sword light; just focus it all on one spot.

"Self-destructing your spiritual treasures is nothing more than a desperate attempt to prolong your existence... I'd like to see how many spiritual treasures you have left to self-destruct!"

If a fourth-tier spiritual treasure were to self-destruct, he would have to temporarily avoid its wrath if it were outside.

However, since the sword formation was already complete, this level of power couldn't cause any major disturbances.

Without rushing or getting impatient, continue operating the Star River Sword Formation.

The white ape released the iron rod, pulled a golden monkey hair from behind its ear, blew it into its mouth, and a swirling air arose, bringing with it a scent of fleeting clouds and gentle breezes.

The interplay of light and shadow revealed a phantom image of the Red-Eared Ancestor, draped in heavy robes and with a compassionate face.

"I beg you, Ancestor, to lend me a hand!"

The white ape stumbled and only managed to avoid falling by grabbing the iron rod in front of it.

This golden monkey hair comes from one of the few remaining monkey hairs in the human form of the Red-Eared Ancestor. Each hair carries the Ancestor's original power and can summon phantom images.

The Red-Eared Ancestor looked up and saw that although it was a phantom, it seemed to have its own intelligence. It gently raised its hand and pushed it into the deepest part of the starry sky, and it tore open a hole in the fabric like a tattered cloth.

A vast amount of divine power descended from the sky, knocking the twelve stars out of their orbits. The almost eternal rise and fall of celestial bodies was shattered, and they were temporarily suspended in place.

"The third-tier flying sword is indeed a weakness. Even with the sword formation's enhancement, it can't withstand a light palm strike when facing the power of a Nascent Soul cultivator... If it were all fourth-tier flying swords, it would be impossible for the Star River Sword Formation to be damaged to this extent!"

The weaknesses of the Star River Sword Formation that Bai Zichen previously summarized still exist.

Back then, the sword formation was easily broken through by single-point bursts of terrifying divine power. However, as the number of fourth-tier flying swords increased, the stars inside the sword formation could be replaced, which improved the situation considerably.

The few remaining third-tier swords were surrounded by fourth-tier flying swords on both sides, and their positions could be switched at any time.

However, the attack from the phantom of the Crimson Ear Ancestor was not aimed at a particular flying sword, but rather swept across the entire sword formation with the true intent of the Nascent Soul stage.

In an instant, the difference in strength was determined within the Star River Sword Formation.

Despite having many companions to cover them, they were still exposed under such an offensive, giving the three demons an opportunity to break out of the sword formation.

"Do you really think that without the sword formation, I've become a weakling who can't even kill a chicken?"

Bai Zichen understood that there wasn't enough time to rebuild the Star River Sword Formation, and it was impossible to trap these three top-tier demons again.

They simply withdrew the sword formation, and the Supreme Pure Subtle Sword Box shook violently, its swords clanging loudly.

All the flying swords in the box flew out at once, including the few third-tier flying swords outside the twelve array flying swords. The mighty sword light covered the sky and the sun.

The Abyssal Prison Demon Sword in the far corner stirred and flew out of its scabbard, obeying his command and aiming at the three fleeing demons.

"You woke up just in time!"

Bai Zichen laughed loudly, pointed his finger, and thousands of sword lights, led by the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword and the Abi Heavenly Prison Demon Sword, descended upon the heads of the three demons.

(End of this chapter)