Family Cultivation: Evergreen of the Song Family

Upon hearing the order given by Yan Jue, the four guards felt a chill run down their spines.

For hundreds of years, they had never seen their prince treat an opponent of the same realm with such care. The Golden Eye Demon Kingdom and the Soaring Dragon Demon Kingdom, except for a few demon kings who stayed behind, had almost all infiltrated the Great Qi cultivation world. That was nearly forty demon kings.

Even though Song Changsheng killed nine of them, and another one was lost in the void black hole just now, there are still nearly thirty left.

To gather such a massive force just to besiege and kill a human Golden Core cultivator is unheard of. It's unprecedented, if not unparalleled.

"Even if this man were to perish here today, he could still be proud of it."

With these thoughts in mind, their hands moved without the slightest slackening. A dozen Golden-Winged Eagles flapped their wings and soared into the sky, transforming into dazzling golden rays that flew off in different directions.

Although Song Changsheng understood their intentions, he was now greatly weakened and powerless to stop them.

Now he only has two choices: one is to use his remaining strength to use spatial teleportation to escape the battlefield, recover his condition, and then make further plans.

Doing so would not have caused him any loss; on the contrary, it would have been a great victory. He not only directly or indirectly killed several demon kings, but also cracked the methods that the demon race had prepared specifically for him. With targeted defenses, even if the other party tried the same tricks again, they would not be able to do anything to him.

No one will condemn him; all that awaits him is respect and praise.

But these are all just appearances. Once they leave the battlefield, they are essentially exposing their weakness to the demon race.

The demon race will certainly not give up this rare opportunity.

That Yin Jue possesses the bloodline of a demon king and is extremely powerful. Apart from him, probably no one in the Nine Realms of the Southwest can stop him.

Not to mention the four fourth-tier top-grade demon emperor guards beside him.

Once they join the main battlefield, within an hour, the entire cultivation world of the Great Qi will be reduced to rubble. At that time, the demon army will advance unimpeded, and the Nine Realms of the Southwest and even the entire border region will fall. This is something he absolutely cannot accept.

He is a family man; having already lost it once, he is given a second chance and doesn't want to lose it a second time.

However, if he doesn't leave, what awaits him next is an extremely brutal siege. In his prime, he was confident that he could fight against it, but now, in order to support the Tongtian Dao Tree to resist the void black hole, he is almost exhausted. Even the Purple Mansion Furnace has stopped operating. It will take at least several hours of recuperation to recover to half of its previous strength.

"It seems there's only the second path we can take," Song Changsheng murmured softly.

With a gentle stroke of his fingertip across the spatial ring on his right index finger, a series of jade bottles appeared.

With a slight thought, all the jade bottles shattered at the same time. He was too lazy to distinguish what was inside, and swallowed dozens of pills in one gulp.

When these pills entered his stomach, his previously depleted dantian began to rapidly become full. He chose the fastest and most extreme way to quickly replenish what he had lost.

The higher the grade of the pill, the stronger the toxicity it contains. Taking so many fourth-grade pills at the same time would result in toxicity that is beyond the tolerance of ordinary people.

However, none of these are currently on his mind.

As long as the erysipelas doesn't kill him on the spot, it can be removed slowly later; but if the enemy dies, then he's really dead.

The demons went to such great lengths to take his life, so today he will take Yin Jue's life!

"Silver Mane, Silver Hunter, Silver Rabbit, Silver Sudden, form ranks!"

Yin Jue naturally couldn't let Song Changsheng recover his strength. While Song Changsheng was refining the effects of the medicine in his body, Yin Jue ordered four guards to activate the spatial iron pestles in their hands, intending to use the same trick again to create another spatial cage.

Having experienced countless battles, Song Changsheng had honed his spiritual sense and speed to the extreme. How could he possibly suffer the same trick twice? He flashed away from the influence of the spatial iron pestle and struck out with his palm in return.

"Great Divine Power [World in the Palm of Your Hand]"

"buzz"

The power of the laws condensed in the air into a giant, almost tangible hand, which directly filled the five demons' field of vision, and all they could hear were the popping sounds of the air being rapidly compressed.

"Protect His Highness!"

The four demon emperor guards surrounding Yin Jue simultaneously thrust their spatial iron pestles into the void before them, frantically absorbing spatial power to condense an invisible spatial barrier above them.

"boom--"

The two collided violently in mid-air, and the powerful shockwave swept in all directions, uprooting large trees and turning the nearest mountain peaks into "bald" areas by the instant they lost their dense forests.

The spatial barrier trembled violently under this powerful force, and the four fourth-tier top-grade guards could barely hold onto the spatial iron pestle in their hands.

"break!"

With a sweep of his halberd, a flash of blood appeared, tearing apart the giant hand that covered the sky and earth.

The four guards staggered, panting heavily, their arm muscles trembling uncontrollably.

The spatial iron pestles in their hands were supreme treasures of the laws, and it was already somewhat difficult for them to activate them. They had previously consumed a lot of physical strength and demonic power to create that spatial cage. If it weren't for Yin Jue's intervention, they might not have been able to withstand Song Changsheng's palm strike.

Only now did they realize how wise it was that Yan Jue had given the order. Song Changsheng was already so powerful even before he had recovered to his peak condition. If he were to escape today, who knew how many lives would be needed to force him to this point again in the future.

"You four, don't worry about me. Stand at the four corners and block the space. Don't let this boy escape. Today, I must cut off his head and take it back to my father as a congratulatory gift!"

Yin Jue's face was full of madness and determination.

Today's battle is equally important to him. Although he is deeply loved in the clan, he is, after all, the youngest son, with several older brothers and sisters ahead of him.

Their bloodlines may not be as pure as his, but they were born hundreds of years earlier than him. With the bloodline of the Demon Emperor and nearly a thousand years of accumulation, they were already far ahead of him.

He had known for a long time that he had never been on his father's list of heirs.

Perhaps out of a sense of indebtedness, or perhaps because he felt that the boy was indeed the most father-like one, he was given far more affection than his older brother.

But that's not what he wants. What he wants is the right of succession, the opportunity to ascend to the throne of the Demon Emperor.

He had been looking for an opportunity, an opportunity to prove himself.

He volunteered for this battle precisely because of this.

He wanted to use the head of Song Changsheng, a human genius even his father valued, as a sacrifice to the flag, and use an incomparably glorious victory to prove to all races in the demon realm that he, Yin Jue, was the strongest offspring of the Devouring Demon Emperor!
Having said that, he charged fiercely towards Song Changsheng, his halberd drawing a dark arc in the air.

"As ordered!"

The four demon emperor's guards responded in unison. Although they were somewhat worried, obeying orders was their duty.

The group quickly dodged and occupied the four corners of the sky, inserting their nearly two-zhang-long spatial iron pestles into the void. Drawing upon the power of spatial laws, they condensed four massive spatial barriers, directly blocking Song Changsheng's escape route.

At this moment, Song Changsheng had no time to pay attention to them. His attention was entirely focused on Yin Jue. Given the speed of those demon kings, it would take them at least an incense stick's time or even longer to receive the order and arrive at the battlefield. This period of time was his best opportunity to kill Yin Jue.

The demon race will surely go mad if Yin Jue dies, but no matter how mad they go, they cannot reverse their inevitable defeat.

Whether this great battle can be ended sooner or later may hinge on the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. Thinking of this, his gaze towards Yin Jue suddenly sharpened, and he formed hand seals and let out a long howl.

"Lei Lai!"

"Boom!"

In an instant, the world changed color, sand and stones flew amidst howling winds, a thundercloud rapidly gathered in the sky, thunder rumbled, lightning snaked danced wildly, and a terrifying aura of world destruction was rapidly brewing within it.

Song Changsheng was bathed in thousands of thunderbolts, like a god.

He comprehended the Great Dao of Thunder amidst the tribulation of heaven and earth, capturing a trace of heavenly tribulation energy and integrating it into his own. Therefore, every strand of his Thunder Dao contains tribulation energy, making it no less powerful than the Golden Core Tribulation.

He didn't know who the one who controlled thunder in the heavens was, but in this mortal world, he too could act as the one who controlled thunder!

"boom--"

A golden bolt of lightning, drawn by him, struck down rapidly towards Yin Jue, leaving a clear trail across the surface of space.

Yin Jue swung his halberd at the lightning bolt. The moment they made contact, a powerful electric current surged through his body, and a look of pain appeared on his face.

Thunder is an extremely yang and powerful technique, and Song Changsheng's comprehension of the rare [Heavenly Thunder Dao] is his nemesis. After entering his body, it continuously erodes the malevolent energy within him, turning into wisps of black smoke that leak out of his body, making him appear as if he has become possessed by a demon.

In reality, his obsession ran very deep, to the point of escaping demonic possession, which was the main reason he condensed his malevolent power.

"No one can stop me from ascending that supreme throne, no one!"

Yin Jue let out a suppressed roar, and his originally heroic and handsome appearance underwent a dramatic change. Black lines spread across his skin, and his eyes were tinged with a striking crimson.

The demonic power within his body surged at this moment, and with a sudden jolt, it completely neutralized the electric current within his body.

"Snapped"

The halberd in his hand emitted a crisp sound like shattering glass, and the last layer of restriction shattered in response. A terrifying and malevolent aura poured out from it, condensing into a huge blood-black beast shadow behind Yin Jue.

Song Changsheng frowned. At this moment, he actually sensed a familiar aura within that halberd: "What is the source of this malevolent energy? It feels so familiar."

"Roar--"

The beastly shadow roared to the sky, summoning tens of thousands of ferocious blood shadows that surged towards Song Changsheng.

"Great Divine Power [Flowers Bloom in an Instant]"

Countless golden lotuses met the blood shadows, and the two sides began an invisible struggle. The two forces wore each other down, and for a time they were evenly matched.

Seeing that the stalemate was not over, Song Changsheng decisively chose to break the balance.

"【Purple Void Divine Fire】, swiftly!"

The crimson flames transformed into a hundred-foot-long fire dragon in the air, rapidly dissolving the malevolent aura wherever they passed. The blood shadows vanished as wisps of black smoke before they even made contact with the flames.

"How dare you act so arrogantly before me, Your Highness, with mere mortal fire! Break it!"

Yin Jue held the halberd with both hands and cleaved it down with the force of splitting mountains and parting waves.

As expected, the fire dragon was cleaved in two by the halberd blade, but with a thought from Song Changsheng, the split fire dragon miraculously merged back together and silently charged towards the Yin Jue.

At such close range, even though Yin Jue tried his best, his left cheek was still struck by the fire dragon's tail. Accompanied by excruciating pain, flames immediately spread across his face.

The malevolent energy within his body was devoured before it even got close, making it impossible to extinguish.

With a ruthless heart, Yin Jue sliced ​​off the flesh, skin and all, revealing his gleaming white teeth.

"Song Changsheng, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

Yin Jue covered his burned cheek, his anger no longer able to be contained. The power of his blood surged within him, and he transformed into his true form.

It has the body of a sheep and the face of a human, and is entirely black. It has a pair of long, curved horns, a large mouth that takes up most of its head, and a huge blood hole on the left side.

Strangely, he had no eyes on his face, but upon closer inspection, one could see a scarlet eye under each of his armpits.

The moment it appeared, the sky was dyed blood black.

"Taotie!"

Song Changsheng looked at the enormous thing in front of him with a solemn expression.

There had long been rumors that the Demon King of the Demon Clan was a descendant of the ancient ferocious beast Taotie, and today's sight confirmed it, and the bloodline was indeed very pure.

Even among the emperors of the demon race, this is an extremely superior bloodline.

The four demon emperor guards below knelt down directly under the powerful pressure emanating from Yin Jue, their bodies trembling as they felt the primal suppression stemming from their bloodlines.

"Prepare to die!" The command was as loud as a bell, carrying supreme authority.

It opened its blood-red maw, which was pitch black inside. All that could be seen was a rapidly spinning vortex that unleashed a suction force comparable to a black hole in the void, devouring grass, rocks, rivers, soil, and even the clouds in the sky.

"Not good!" Song Changsheng was losing his balance in mid-air. His blood and even his soul were being pulled apart. He could only barely resist by condensing the Heavenly Dao Tree.

Even the four demon emperor guards below clung tightly to the spatial iron pestle in front of them to avoid being devoured.

"Since you're so greedy, then I'll let you eat your fill!"

Song Changsheng unleashed the Purple Void Divine Fire once more.

Yin Jue truly accepted everything that came his way, devouring them all.

At first, I didn't feel anything, but soon I felt an unbearable pain in my abdomen. In the end, I was in so much pain that I rolled around in the air until I vomited out all of the [Purple Void Divine Fire] before I could barely feel the relief.

"How does my [Purple Void Divine Fire] taste?" Song Changsheng stalled for time while trying to recover his strength.

The previous exchange had almost exhausted the strength he had just managed to recover, and Yin Jue's gluttonous physique was too abnormal; even if he swallowed the [Purple Void Divine Fire] whole, it wouldn't cause him any harm, and he was currently at his peak.

Continuing to fight would be very disadvantageous for him.

Just as he hesitated whether to use the destructive power of the [Third Killing Formation Under Heaven] that True Monarch Yingyue had sealed for him, he suddenly seemed to sense something, and a smile involuntarily appeared on his lips as he shouted sharply, "Sword, come!"

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P.S.: I'll add the last chapter later; I definitely won't fall asleep this time. (End of Chapter)