Born with immortal seed

Chapter 624 Before the decisive battle
Every day, a large number of cultivators and demon beasts are killed or wounded, a sight that is shocking to behold.

In contrast, the human race receives a lot of external assistance, and injured cultivators are also rescued, so the number of deaths will definitely be much less than that of the demon race.

Unlike demonic beasts, which, unless they have a special identity, rely on their physical strength and vitality to withstand serious injuries.

The corpses of their fellow demons, discarded by the demon race, are almost piled up into a small mountain.

The battle between the Nascent Soul True Monarch and the transformed great demon would take place several times a day.

But the all-out war that began on the first day, with blood flowing like rivers and earth-shattering scenes, never happened again.

The more crucial reason was not that the high-level cultivators on both sides wanted to preserve their strength, but rather that four Nascent Soul cultivators were facing off overhead, their imposing auras locked in a fierce standoff.

Every time a Nascent Soul True Monarch or a transformed Great Demon makes a move, they feel pairs of condescending gazes cast upon them, a chilling light on their backs.

The key to this battle is not the millions of cultivators and the sea of ​​demonic beasts below.

It is not about being a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator or a transformed great demon who dominates a region, a sect, or a clan.

Even powerful beings at the Great True Monarch level couldn't have much effect; at most, they would only attract a glance from high-ranking Nascent Soul beings.

The only one who can decide the outcome of the battle between the two races, the fate of billions of lives, and the ownership of the Ancestral Continent is the master of the four Divine Transformation Realm experts above his head.

Dark clouds hung like ink in the northeast corner, exuding an overbearing and domineering aura, as if they were the only ones worthy of respect.

There is also a will that spans countless ages, sitting in the center, and even the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth cheers for its existence.

A beam of light pierced the heavens and the earth from the southeast corner, encompassing all things, profound and boundless.

To the northwest, in contrast, stands a high platform where the sound of students reciting their lessons and the ringing of bells spread far and wide, carrying an atmosphere of moral education.

The majestic mountain to the southwest is awe-inspiring, with clouds avoiding its path and the gentle breeze ceasing.

All living beings here, and even the laws of heaven and earth, must obey that ruler.

Stretching across the sky, with no beginning or end in sight, it divides the azure sky in two.

In a battle of Nascent Soul stage cultivators, only someone like Fox White, who is eager to emerge from seclusion and believes he has the upper hand, would rashly make a move.

Under normal circumstances, the two are connected by their energy, mutually attracting and locking onto each other, looking for each other's weaknesses, and it is normal for them not to make a move for a year or two.

However, at the level of Nascent Soul, which is invisible to ordinary people, their divine thoughts have already clashed and their grotto-heavens have already collided.

Once the opponent's momentum is at a disadvantage, their true attack will be devastating, quickly gaining the upper hand.
The Nascent Soul cultivators and the transformed demons below intentionally or unintentionally slowed down their pace, wanting to wait for the four Nascent Soul beings to determine a winner.

At the very least, it will have to wait until the moment of actual action.

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"Oh no, I don't know where Bai Zichen went, and he didn't say how to contact him... He just said that he would visit Tianfa Peak within the next year."

Yu Ziliang rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on. After receiving the message, he even made a special trip to the Tushita Heaven, only to be rejected by the Venerable Lord as expected.

There are only three pieces of Northern Heavenly Divine Mud left in the Dao Meridian, not even enough for its own disciples. If it weren't for the fact that the two races were engaged in a war and needed to quickly increase their strength, they would have been able to survive.

Otherwise, even the Holy Lord who propagates the Dharma might not be willing to offer it up.

A sword cultivator with no connection to the Moral Sect who immediately wanted to exchange for a piece of Northern Heaven Divine Mud was obviously out of the question.

The matter was not accomplished, and Yu Ziliang was in no hurry to make contact until the decisive battle between the two tribes broke out.

He knew very well that the Holy Lord of Hongfa regarded Bai Zichen as an important force to deal with the Dragon Lord, but since he couldn't find him right now, he had no choice but to bear the burden himself.

"With my small frame, I'm going to fight the Dragon King. I hope I can survive until the end of the great battle..."

Yu Ziliang wore a bitter smile, but had no intention of retreating or avoiding the battle. He summoned the Demon-Slaying Sword and used the unique sword-tempering spiritual water of the Moral Sect to irrigate and polish it.

"Senior Si Sha, I will soon command you to fight demons. I hope you will lend me a hand!"

He then bowed respectfully three times before sheathing his sword and flying towards the front lines.

The fifth-tier flying sword, infused with the essence and blood of a demon saint and forged specifically for slaying demons, is designed so that he can step in at this crucial moment.

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The back mountain of the Five Phoenix Sword Sect.

This place is the residence of elderly disciples who have no hope of breaking through. They are so old that they are not even as good as ordinary mortals, or they are too lazy to do even basic labor.

Or they may become delirious, reverting to the state of a four- or five-year-old child.

These elderly disciples laugh, joke, and rave here, enjoying their twilight years with meals delivered to them daily.

At noon that day, as the clouds rolled in and out, an old man in a blue robe was sweeping up fallen leaves when he suddenly looked up and gazed eastward.

"The wind is blowing..."

After a long while, the sharp light in his eyes faded, returning to his cloudy gaze. He lowered his head and swept the fallen leaves into a pile.

An old man with a flushed face and reeking of alcohol rushed out, clutching a wine gourd, and fell flat on his face, knocking over a pile of fallen leaves that scattered all over the yard.

The drunken old man got up, chuckled foolishly, and staggered away.

The old man in the blue robe remained unmoved and continued sweeping the courtyard with meticulous movements, his ten fingers resting on the broom remarkably long and strong.

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Tianxing Sect, Star Core Grotto Heaven.

"Has Brother Lan not yet replied?"

"No, the transmission device is completely blank."

"Then how should we, as fellow disciples, proceed?"

"But that's just my opinion."

Two gaunt old men stood facing each other, one in a starry robe and the other in a cloud-sea robe.

Standing there, it was empty, like two beams of light, with no real substance.

The two looked at each other and laughed. They then sat cross-legged facing each other, their four palms clapping together, and an aura of unattainable height descended upon them.

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The Azure Lotus Sword Sect, the Great Void Secret Realm.

Gu Chongxuan fought against several sword puppets, his hands flying up and down, controlling his true essence at the Core Formation level.

Sword threads weave through the air, the sword puppet wields the sword light, and the swordsmanship it displays is disciplined and sophisticated.

With the key figures working together, all the shortcomings were addressed, and for a time, no flaws could be found.

Unless one raises their True Essence Realm, they cannot break through the defenses at all.

After hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, Gu Chongxuan, having adapted to the sword puppets' sword techniques, wanted to make changes, only to discover that these humanoid puppets were also learning at a rapid pace.

The sword light moved with less stiffness and more agility.

Forced into a continuous retreat, nearing the limit of defeat, the accumulated power of centuries of painstaking swordsmanship erupted, and a sudden flash of inspiration descended.

The flying sword in his hand emitted light, splitting into dozens or even hundreds, and at this moment, it actually advanced to the realm of sword light differentiation.

The sword light instantly intensified, knocking the sword puppets away and defeating them in a few moves.

"I didn't expect that this seclusion would not have resulted in much progress in cultivation, but I would have taken a solid step forward in the realm of swordsmanship... In the entire sect, apart from my master, I am the second sword cultivator to master the realm of sword light differentiation!"

Gu Chongxuan was overjoyed and immediately prepared to leave the Taixu Secret Realm to report the good news to his master.

He had been in the Taixu Secret Realm for over thirty years, and now that the thought of leaving seclusion had arisen, he could no longer stay there.

Just as he was about to leave, he froze on the spot, trembling all over, and slowly turned around.

From the deepest part of the Taixu Secret Realm, endless sword light shot out, and an overwhelming pressure rose up that made it impossible for anyone to resist.

A golden crow flew by, let out a cry, and the temperature in the entire Taixu Secret Realm rose significantly.

"The Five Emperors Golden Crow Sword!"

Gu Chongxuan was shocked. Of the three great swords of the Qinglian Sword Sect, the Nanming Lihuo Sword was missing, the Qinglian Sacred Sword was the sword of his master Li Fengzi, and the last one, the Five Emperors Golden Crow Sword, was used by the previous generation of the Nascent Soul Ancestor, and its whereabouts were also unknown.

At this moment, the sun and moon have reappeared in the Taixu Secret Realm.

"Could it be that the ancestor..."

Gu Chongxuan knelt on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly in the direction where the golden crow had taken off, his eyes already brimming with tears.

The golden crow surveyed its territory once, as if bidding farewell to its own domain, before flapping its wings and flying out of the Great Void Secret Realm.

(End of this chapter)