Born with immortal seed

Chapter 629 Nascent Soul Staged Action
The area where Bai Zichen fought the Dragon Lord was shrouded in dark starlight, leaving a large area exposed.

No matter how fiercely they fight inside, no one outside will know.

With four new True Monarch-level reinforcements suddenly appearing, all of whom were acting with resentment, the demon race was clearly unable to hold on, and their battle lines had to be pushed back.

At that very moment, the four clouds overhead finally began to move.

From the southeast, a flash of red light appeared, and nine Red-Eared Ancestors walked out side by side.

There are teenagers with youthful faces and noticeably thinner figures.

They have a robust and energetic adulthood.

Even more remarkable is the maturity stage where one's feet tread upon the void, causing the earth to tremble and mountains to shake, surpassing even the peaks of mountains and rivers.

And the last two monkeys to emerge were in their old age, their fur gray and their skin wrinkled, but their eyes gleaming with wisdom.

Nine monkeys, each with a different appearance, stood at one corner. This was the Red-Eared Ancestor's strongest supernatural power: the Hair Clone Technique!
As a descendant of the Red-Bottomed Macaque, the Red-Eared Ancestor understands Yin and Yang, is skilled in entering and exiting, and is even more adept at avoiding death and prolonging life.

At the same time, his water control skills are no less than those of the aquatic creatures of the outer seas; they are simply overshadowed by his famous hair-cloning technique.

Nine fifth-order divine powers were unleashed simultaneously, forming a perfect combination, and landed on the cloud platform in the northwest direction.

Nine heavens above, two enormous, furry hands joined together to slap down.

A thick book on the high platform flew up, its pages flipping rapidly in the air, each page displaying dazzling spells and mysterious supernatural powers that activated on their own.

As the pages turned, the speed of casting spells was equivalent to that of hundreds of Nascent Soul True Monarchs casting spells simultaneously.

With a flick of his fishing rod, Huang Tingfeng's rod grew to ten thousand feet long. It collided with two giant hands in the gale-force winds and flew back as if electrocuted.

"If I can't beat old man Gong, surely I can't beat you bookworms like Huang Tingfeng!"

The Crimson-Eared Ancestor's true form seemed to be beyond the nine heavens. After his giant palm was blocked, several beads appeared in his hand, which he threw one after another.

After passing through the gale-force winds, the bead swelled countless times, becoming a meteorite the size of a city. If even one of these meteorites were to fall to the ground, it would cause the heavens and the earth to tremble.

Huang Tingfeng took a deep breath, waved his sleeve, and directly caught the meteor from outer space.

With each bead he caught, he let out a muffled groan. After catching all twenty-three beads, his sleeves were so heavy he could barely lift them.

Among the three great demon lords, the Red-Eared Ancestor is the oldest, but he has survived to this day thanks to his Red-Bottomed Macaque bloodline and the immortal peach he ate in his early years.

Every few decades, rumors circulate that the Red-Eared Ancestor is about to pass away.

It has been circulating for four or five times already, each time with great detail, but each time it has been proven to be false.

Even after leaving Rotten Axe Mountain today, and fighting against Nascent Soul cultivators, he was still full of energy and not greatly affected.

Either its remaining lifespan far exceeds external expectations, or the Red-Bottomed Macaque's bloodline's talent for avoiding death and prolonging life is too astonishing, completely defying common sense.

These beads were all refined countless times by the Red-Eared Ancestor after he spent countless years finding suitable targets from beyond the heavens and using demonic essence.

The mission is complete only when the entire meteorite has been refined and can be sized as desired.

The ideal state is to refine thirty-six meteorites and then, referencing a supreme treasure from the Heavenly Demon Realm, forge a freely customizable iron staff.

But fate was cruel; even with its lifespan, it couldn't achieve that.

This is a skill that cannot be taken without shortcuts; it can only be mastered through painstaking effort. It is a method of weapon forging that human cultivators would never dare to dream of.

Each meteorite doesn't need many restrictions; simply smashing it down with its own weight and the earth's suction force can create an effect similar to a heaven-reaching spiritual treasure.

This was equivalent to twenty-three Heavenly Treasures crashing down at once; even if it was a single attack, it was still quite extraordinary.

Huang Tingfeng was surrounded by the Nine-Headed Red-Eared Ancestor's hair clones, so there was no need for him to even think about leaving.

If twenty-three meteorites were to actually hit the Earth, almost everyone except a few people from the human and demon races below would be wiped out.

He took the full force head-on, neutralizing the immense power, but his face turned pale, and the platform on his head visibly shrank.

The heavy scroll was turning pages rather slowly, as the hairy clones relentlessly closed in.

The difference in strength between a mid-grade fifth-tier demon lord and a cultivator in the early stages of the Nascent Soul realm was vividly demonstrated.

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"Old man Gong, do you really think you can stop me?"

Like a black dragon soaring through the inky clouds, somewhat similar to the Dragon King, but even more ancient and unfathomable.

Before him stood a giant cauldron, its patterns rapidly shifting. Old traces were being erased, and new designs were being added to a hand-drawn continent of cultivation, with a few unnoticed strokes.

The inclusion of the new map perfectly corresponds to this location, making the patterns on the tripod even more realistic.

"What is the concept of a Heaven-Opening Spiritual Treasure? How could the Moral Sect not know... Back in this world, the human race took away three Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasures. I believe your sect's records contain clear evidence of this. The Mountain and River Cauldron originated from this world, and even the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth welcomes its arrival. Do you still intend to defy the heavens?"

Ao Laolong pointed one of his claws at the Mountain and River Cauldron, while his two weathered eyes looked at the thin figure behind the Horizontal Jade Ruler.

Once a treasure reaches the sixth rank, which is the stage of the Heaven-Opening Spiritual Treasure, it is no longer divided into superior, middle, and inferior grades, but is uniformly classified as the first rank, aligning with the rank of flying swords.

The main reason is that each of the sixth-tier treasures is extremely powerful, and even if there are differences in strength, it is difficult to distinguish them into four levels.

"There is no point in talking any more, let's see what's really going on!"

No one could have imagined that the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master was actually a frail-looking, thin middle-aged man with a slender build and sharp features.

Thin eyebrows, thin eyes, thin nose, thin lips, and a sallow complexion—at first glance, one would only think this person is terminally ill and will not live much longer.

Who would have known that beneath that frail body lay the most domineering Heavenly Punishment Peak Master of the Moral Sect since ancient times, suppressing even the fifth-tier demon lords of his era from daring to make a move?

No powerful demon dared to swagger into the inland, and the past behavior of coastal demons stirring up storms and waves, destroying cities, and plundering people has almost disappeared.

These are victories after victory, the result of absolute strength.

The Heavenly Punishment Peak Master stretched out his bamboo-like arm and waved it in the air; the Measuring Ruler was already in his palm.

With a loud crack, the heavens and earth trembled, and all the laws seemed to pause until a beam of light descended and resumed.

Ao Laolong was terrified and quickly raised the Mountain and River Cauldron to block the light.

Even if it were to split into countless tiny shadows, constantly shifting and changing, as long as the Mountain and River Cauldron stood in front of it, not a single ray of light could cross it.

boom!
The power of the Nascent Soul level clashed, with one side being a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator at the peak of this world, and the other side being a mid-grade fifth-order demon lord wielding a Heaven-Opening Spiritual Treasure.

If it weren't for being thousands of feet in the air, where the aftershocks mainly spread outwards, even a slight tremor would kill countless lives.

"What a powerful old man Gong! Is this truly a top-grade, heaven-reaching spiritual treasure?"

Ao Laolong felt a wave of fear. Fortunately, he had never thought of challenging Gong Lao'er's authority in the past, and that he should leave the bottomless water eye at the end of the overseas world to try his luck in the inland.

Seeing this today, I realize that without the Mountain and River Cauldron, I would probably have had to flee in a frenzy within a hundred moves, only able to barely fight back by relying on the terrain of the Ten Thousand Foot Water Eye.

But with the creation of the Heavenly Treasure, everything is different.

A wisp of white vapor shot out from the Mountain and River Cauldron, easily knocking the Measuring Ruler away, but the light from the ruler returned in an instant.

No matter how far it was thrown, the Measuring Ruler was omnipresent, yet it could not do anything to a wisp of inconspicuous white mist.

After several rounds, the Measuring Ruler was forced back to its front, only able to defend and unable to retaliate.

Fortunately, the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master possessed extraordinary abilities; it was already remarkable that a normal Nascent Soul cultivator could withstand even a few blows from a Heaven-Opening Spiritual Treasure.

He has yet to show any signs of defeat. The Measuring Ruler has guarded the gate tightly, and even a slight touch from it occasionally makes Ao Laolong tremble with fear and desperately try to cope.

Human power is finite, but the magical treasures of creation can be called an infinite source.

Almost every strike used the original power of the Mountain and River Cauldron, causing the earth veins within a radius of ten thousand miles to begin binding the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master, making him even smaller.

If you switch to a Heavenly Treasure, you need to rest after several consecutive strikes, otherwise the spirit of the artifact will wither away.

Every breath, the Mountain and River Cauldron absorbs spiritual energy from the earth beneath its feet, the sky above its head, and the air, transforming it into its own source power.

It will be restored immediately after just one point is used.

Each strike burns the very essence of the Primordial Treasure; who in the mortal realm could withstand it?

The Heavenly Punishment Peak Master's bitter expression deepened, and a sense of sorrow rose in his heart. Of the three Heaven-Opening Spiritual Treasures that originally belonged to the Earthly Immortal Realm, two of them were found with the help of the Moral Sect.

As a sect with the closest ties to the Immortal Realm, how could they not know the power of the Heaven-Opening Treasure?

In particular, the Mountain and River Cauldron thrived in the human world after returning to its original state. Ao Laolong only played a guiding role; once refined, the natal dragon essence could be activated with a single spray.

The subsequent events have little to do with it, so there's no need to worry that a protracted battle will cause Ao Laolong to give up first.

"Of all the major sects in the world, quite a few Nascent Soul cultivators have indeed perished in the past few centuries, but it's impossible that not a single one remains... Could it be that no one truly believes I can withstand the Mountain and River Cauldron, and they've all chosen to remain on the sidelines, preparing to hide in their grottoes and endure this dark period?"

As the Mountain and River Cauldron drew ever closer, the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master spat out a mouthful of blood, took out a jade pen, and wrote wildly. After finishing, he pressed a seal into the void.

Even though there was no point of leverage, the seal was pressed down with difficulty by holding it in both hands, and a mysterious sound seemed to be heard.

Several large, golden runes, whose mysterious meanings were unclear, transformed into a range of mountains under his convoluted incantation.

When the towering peak collided with the cauldron of mountains and rivers, it crushed the mountain, tore apart large sections of rock, and produced several mournful cries.

This is a magical artifact he created by referring to the Five Peaks of the Daode Sect, and he also incorporated the will of the Five Peaks into it.

There are no ranks; strength is determined solely by the circumstances of the Moral Sect.

The Daode Sect is in a state of decline and weakness; this treasure is worthless and merely a decorative plaything.

With the rise and power of the Moral Sect, this treasure is comparable to a top-grade Heavenly Treasure, and may even be considered a fine example of its kind.

However, it is still as fragile as paper in the face of a true creation treasure.

(End of this chapter)