Immortal weapon refiner

Chapter 1098 Ancient Battlefield

Above the ancient battlefield ruins in the Great Wilderness, a figure as radiant as the sun flew in. The moment this expert at the peak of the Integration Stage appeared, it was as if two suns had appeared in the sky.

boom!
With a dazzling golden light, the figure finally appeared, a handsome man with long, brilliant golden hair!

His pupils were also golden, like two suns hidden in his eyes. He was clad in golden armor, and as he paced through the void, he exuded an unparalleled confidence.

The barbarian who had just mocked Li Qing thought that this newcomer was a human, but he quickly dismissed the idea, thinking that this must be his transformed form.

With such a powerful and awe-inspiring aura, there is only one possibility: this expert is from the Golden Crow Clan!

That descendant, whose bloodline is ninety percent Golden Crow, could be considered a pure-blooded true spirit.

Li Qing, standing to the side, narrowed his eyes and scrutinized the Golden Crow Clan expert with an extremely serious expression.

Although this clan consists of descendants of the Golden Crow with extremely high bloodline purity, having up to 90% Golden Crow bloodline is truly a terrifying thing, almost comparable to a young True Spirit.

The Golden Crow Clan's prodigy didn't say a word. After arriving, he gently closed his eyes to rest and await the start of the competition.

No one dared to say that he was arrogant. After all, the Golden Crow Clan was the second strongest clan, and the only one he could regard as an opponent was that peerless genius of the Three-Eyed Sacred Clan.

The atmosphere suddenly became somewhat oppressive. After witnessing the prowess of this Golden Crow Clan prodigy, the other prodigies who had arrived earlier felt somewhat insecure. They had all fought against the strongest Nascent Soul cultivators in their own clans, but upon seeing this Golden Crow Clan prodigy, they all felt a heavy pressure emanating from their hearts.

Li Qing withdrew his gaze and looked around the entire ancient battlefield, finding that the number of powerful figures from various races was roughly the same.

The Beastmen, the Barbarians, the Fire Spirits, the Heavenly Demons, the Golden Crows, and Yuan Zhou of the Ghost Horned Clan, who had always been eyeing him covetously, had all arrived.

Apart from the Zerg, who clearly do not form an alliance, the remaining prodigies from the Ice Spirit Clan and the Three-Eyed Holy Clan were also absent.

The latter is understandable; as the initiator, it's not unreasonable for him to put on airs.

What Li Qing was truly concerned about was the Ice Spirit Clan. Shen Ningbing's whereabouts were now clear; after ascending to the Spirit Realm, she was taken away by a mysterious powerhouse from the Ice Spirit Clan. He wanted to find a member of the Ice Spirit Clan to inquire about the whereabouts of his junior sister.

It seemed the wait had been a bit long. Yuan Zhou from the Ghost Horn Clan stepped forward, his eyes revealing a fierce aura. He looked at Li Qing with hatred in his eyes and said, "Human, did my younger brother die at your hands?"

Li Qing chuckled lightly and replied nonchalantly, "I killed quite a few members of the Ghost Horn Clan back then, but I don't remember if your younger brother was among them."

This attitude seemed to ignite the fury within Yuan Zhou. His body emanated a purplish-black aura as he continued to press, "Are you from the Refining Heaven Pavilion of the human race?"

“That’s right, I am the Supreme Elder of the Refining Heaven Pavilion. Those Ghost Horn Clan members who attacked the Refining Heaven Pavilion back then all died at my hands. It’s a pity that a few of them escaped in the end.” Li Qing did not hide anything and openly admitted this fact. There was also a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He wanted to see what this Ghost Horn Clan member was planning to do.

boom!
A chilling, purplish-black aura erupted from Yuan Zhou's body. Two ghostly horns appeared on his head, and a pair of bat wings spread behind him. The entire area was enveloped in a purplish-black aura, and even the celestial phenomena changed.

Yuan Zhou's face revealed murderous intent as he said, "You're courting death. I've been searching for you for so long, and I've finally found you."

"I participated in this competition for no other reason than to seek revenge against you. I never expected you would actually dare to come here!"

"Since you've admitted it, then pay for my dead brother's life."

As he spoke, he intended to directly confront Li Qing, but at that very moment, a loud and clear dragon roar echoed through the sky.

"Ow!"

The voice, carrying the might of a dragon, shook the heavens. A phantom of a golden dragon flew across the sky, with a human figure standing on its back.

"Hahaha, Brother Wuji, I'm not late, am I? I've kept you waiting."

Riding a true dragon, and exuding such a strong dragon aura, even the Golden Crow Clan's prodigy couldn't help but open his eyes and look up at the newcomer.

Yes, Long Yi had arrived. He was still dressed in a simple linen outfit, and his smile was clear and pure.

Long Yi descended to Li Qing's side and together they confronted Yuan Zhou of the Ghost Horn Clan.

"Two mere late-stage Nascent Soul human cultivators, even if you both came at me together today, you would not escape death!"

boom!
Yuan Zhou was exceptionally confident in himself. When his cultivation aura was revealed, it turned out that he had already reached the perfect level of the Integration Stage, which was even stronger than when he attacked the human race.

He intended to fight two against one, unleashing boundless ghostly energy to directly annihilate Li Qing and Long Yi.

Although both of them were only at the late stage of the Fusion Realm, they didn't really take this strongest Fusion Realm expert of the Ghost Horn Clan seriously.

With a smile on his face, Long Yi stomped one foot on the ground, and a pure golden dragon aura erupted from the ground of the ancient battlefield, attacking Yuan Zhou who was attacking head-on.

Li Qing was not idle either. He casually snapped his fingers, and a flame filled with dense evil energy ignited around him. Then, under his control, the evil energy transformed into jet-black arrows of evil energy that shot towards Yuan Zhou.

Yuan Zhou, somewhat overconfident, changed his expression slightly, but still charged forward relentlessly. He fully revealed the true form of the Ghost Horn Clan, with extremely strong defensive capabilities.

boom! boom! boom!
In the next instant, a terrifying surge of spiritual energy exploded on his body, and the arrows of malevolent energy and the dragon energy of the earth veins forcefully blocked his momentum.

"Go!" Li Qing whispered, and the Heavenly Fiend Fire on his body spread out like a snake, burning up from Yuan Zhou's body with lightning speed.

As for Long Yi's movements, they were not slow at all. With a flick of his arm, the golden dragon's five claws cleaved through space, easily breaking through Yuan Zhou's true body defense.

Li Qing's Heavenly Fiend Fire was all-pervasive, immediately penetrating Yuan Zhou's body, and the dense fiendish energy also invaded his body.

In a mere instant, Yuan Zhou was severely injured; his pupils turned crimson, and he had little remaining reason.

Just as he was about to completely lose his mind, Yuan Zhou suddenly pulled out a moonstone, wanting to use it to evolve the moon and gain full power.

But Li Qing did not give him that chance. Faced with such a mortal enemy, it was best to kill him as soon as possible to avoid leaving any future troubles.

With a slight thought, Li Qing controlled the Heavenly Fiend Fire that had invaded Yuan Zhou's body, causing it to violently erupt and wreak havoc inside his body in the shortest amount of time.

boom!
Before long, the crimson in Yuan Zhou's pupils dissipated, and he collapsed helplessly to the ground.

Thus, the Ghost Horn Clan's participants were eliminated prematurely, without even waiting for the Three-Eyed Sacred Clan to arrive. The other races' prodigies' expressions changed slightly; they hadn't expected the two humans to cooperate so effectively. A Ghost Horn Clan expert at the peak of the Integration Stage had fallen so easily, without even a chance to retaliate.

Even the prodigy of the Golden Crow Clan glanced at Li Qing and Long Yi a few more times, but quickly turned his head away again, closed his eyes, and waited for the start of the show.

Before long, a magnificent carriage came from the void, pulled by two demonic beasts that looked like Qilin. They were actually descendants of demonic beasts with Qilin blood, and they already had the strength of the late seventh rank!

Such a demonic beast would be a patriarch-level existence in any other place, yet it is now only used as a cart puller, which is truly astonishing.

Soon, the magnificent purple-gold carriage came to a stop in mid-air. Not long after, the curtain was lifted, and a figure slowly stepped out.

He was born with three eyes. The vertical eye on his forehead remained closed, while his open eyes merely glanced indifferently at the figures below. He showed no emotion whatsoever, and he didn't even give the Golden Crow Clan's prodigy a second look.

The Three-Eyed Sacred Clan! Those who have opened their Heavenly Eyes! Powerful individuals with near-immortal talent, destined to reach the pinnacle of the mortal path, or even attain immortality and ascend to heaven!
The Golden Crow Clan's prodigy finally stopped resting with his eyes closed. His bright golden eyes, as brilliant as the sun, were filled with fiery fighting spirit, and his aura was rising steadily, as if he was about to break through the limitations of the Integration Stage.

"Wu Dao, you've finally arrived." Xuan Ling said with burning fighting spirit, and a golden crow phantom flapped its wings around him, as if it were about to launch a sudden attack at any moment.

Wu Dao stood on the chariot, ignoring Xuan Ling of the Golden Crow Clan's challenge. Instead, he casually remarked, as if inspecting his subordinates as a king, "The one from the Ice Spirit Clan can't come. He met me on the road and was defeated and left beforehand."

Long Yi then smiled and said, "What a coincidence! This fellow Daoist from the Ghost Horn Clan was also a bit impatient and unfortunately lost. So the Ghost Horn Clan can be considered to have forfeited this competition."

Upon hearing this, Wudao glanced at Long Yi and said, "You two shouldn't have been so ruthless. With the demonic calamity upon us, all races should work together."

“If it weren’t for the secret intervention of our clan’s ancestor, the Mahayana cultivator of the Ghost Horn Clan would probably have attacked you two. Two against one is ultimately against the rules.”

Li Qing and Long Yi both raised their eyebrows, clearly not expecting such a thing to have happened behind the scenes.

However, the fact that the Mahayana stage cultivators of the Three-Eyed Saint Clan were able to maintain the fairness of this competition as promised reassured them considerably.

Of course, he knew that even if the Mahayana cultivators of the Three-Eyed Saint Clan didn't intervene, the Carefree Celestial Venerable wouldn't allow anything to happen to him and Long Yi.

"Then I thank you in advance for your righteous intervention, esteemed senior!" Li Qing said, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

Wu Dao shook his head and said, "Forget it, he only has himself to blame. It's just that I'm a little disappointed with the strength of the various races. If it's only this level, I'm afraid it will be difficult to overcome this demonic calamity."

"I have little interest in this playful sparring match, so I might as well change the rules temporarily."

"How about we all fight it out together, and the one who emerges victorious will then face me in a final battle?"

It turned from a ring battle into a chaotic melee, with the final winner then having to fight him in a decisive battle. No matter how you look at it, it's a very disadvantageous situation.

"Why should I listen to you? In the end, all my trump cards have been revealed, and my spiritual power has been greatly depleted. Wouldn't it be too disadvantageous to fight you again?"

The speaker was a burly man from the beast race who had taken human form. He held a giant club, as if it were a bare tree, and it looked like it had been polished from some kind of ancient spirit tree.

Wu Dao didn't offer much explanation, but slowly took out a slightly shriveled green lotus seed. A faint celestial light emanated from it, and its extraordinary aura proved its origin.

Azure Lotus Seed! A divine medicine that even a Mahayana stage expert would covet!

Even if much of the medicinal effect is lost, it can still greatly replenish the body's depleted vital energy, easily restoring the body to its peak condition. It is no exaggeration to call it a medicine that can bring the dead back to life!

This is also the main reason why the powerful figures from various races came here. Every race has a Mahayana ancestor who is nearing the end of his life, and it is already an extremely difficult thing for him to overcome the great heavenly tribulation.

Wu Dao briefly displayed the immortal lotus seed before putting it back into a silver ring on his finger.

"The prizes from each tribe and the immortal lotus seeds are all in my hands. In the end, I will set the rules for this competition."

"However, it's normal that you feel this is unfair. How about this: that fellow Daoist from the Golden Crow Clan will fight me directly, while the remaining six of you will fight each other in a chaotic melee."

"The final winner will then have a final battle with me; that would be more interesting."

The powerful figures from all races looked at each other in disbelief, not expecting things to turn out this way. They all knew that Mahayana cultivators from various races were secretly watching this sparring match, and since no one stepped forward to object, it was clear that they had tacitly approved of it.

"Is it strange? You've cultivated for so long, don't you understand that the rules are set by the strong?" Wu Dao said expressionlessly, his expression remaining utterly indifferent.

Xuan Ling of the Golden Crow Clan gradually rose into the air, clearly acknowledging the rule. Golden light shone from his body as he spoke, "The final winner among them will fight you again? You're just acknowledging that I will lose to you?"

Wu Dao calmly replied, "Back in the heyday of my clan, we set up a hunting ground in the secret realm, using young pure-blooded true spirits as prey, including the Kunpeng and the Golden Crow, among the most top-tier creatures in the world."

"And you, you are not even a pure True Spirit Child, you only have ninety percent Golden Crow bloodline, that one ten percent difference is the difference between heaven and earth."

Anger surged in Xuan Ling's pupils, and a pair of wings flowing with golden flames unfurled behind her, causing the temperature in the world to rise suddenly.

"What's the point of bringing up the past today? Our clan once had unparalleled powerhouses who reigned over the Spirit Realm and looked down upon all ages."

As soon as she finished speaking, the golden flames on Xuanling's body soared into the sky and surged toward Wudao beside the carriage.

The great battle is about to erupt! The Three-Eyed Sacred Clan and the Golden Crow Clan, ranked first on the Dao Stele of Myriad Races, are about to clash, with their prodigies vying for the title of the strongest below the Great Ascension Realm and to seize that supreme glory.

The other Nascent Soul stage experts from various races below were also eager to make their move, clearly agreeing to the rules proposed by Wudao earlier.

At this moment, in the void beyond the heavens, several majestic and imposing figures were watching everything that was happening on the ancient battlefield.

"Hehe, Wudao never likes to play by the rules. Fellow Daoists, you won't have any objections, will you?" A Mahayana cultivator from the Three-Eyed Sacred Clan said with a light laugh.

A pagoda draped with chaotic and primordial energy stood in the void, and the voice of the Carefree Celestial Venerable resounded out: "Of course not. What your clan's prodigy said is correct. The rules are set by the strong, and I agree with that."

"It's just the younger generation's playful banter, nothing to take seriously. It's best if you all have no objections." Mingzun's smile was incredibly refined. He then continued, "However, the Demon Realm's invasion of the Spirit Realm this time is indeed quite large-scale. It seems that the Demon Realm's progenitor is involved. You all need to be cautious this time."

"The progenitor of the Demon Realm," a powerful figure at the Mahayana stage said with apprehension.

The difference between the Holy Ancestor of the Demon Realm and the Primordial Ancestor of the Demon Realm may seem to be only one character, but the level of danger they represent is worlds apart!

(End of this chapter)