I conquer the immortal with my strength.

Chapter 585 Yujian only

Without any hesitation, Xia Daoming's figure disappeared into the passage like lightning.

Behind them, two giant claws collided with a deafening roar, as if a giant gap had been torn open in the sky and earth.

boom--!
This sound was deeper and heavier than any previous explosion, as if ancient mountains and rivers had collapsed in an instant.

The shockwave generated at the point of impact spread like a tide, tearing apart the surrounding turbulence, and the already precarious gray-white passage began to collapse.

Spatial panels shattered around them like broken mirrors, and countless flying spatial fragments, like blades, haphazardly tore through the void.

Xia Daoming sensed the passage behind him collapsing rapidly, and his heart felt like it was being gripped tightly.

The owner of that massive, scaled claw no longer had time to pay attention to him. The collision of their powers created a series of surges, turning the area into a collapsing abyss.

Time was compressed into moments as clear as stone carvings: the passage folded—fragments scattered—collapsed and roared—the void was torn open into black slits.

Xia Daoming did not hesitate for a moment.

Deep within the Purple Palace, the newly formed purple aura was ignited.

"Man follows the Earth, Earth follows Heaven, Heaven follows the Dao—unite!" he shouted in a low voice, his voice hoarse and cracked.

All remaining vital energy and true essence were squeezed to their limit, like squeezing out the last drop of life oil.

The golden dragon patterns surged, the bones roared, and the power of the tenth level of the Ancestral Dragon Body was forced out for a moment at its full glory.

Golden scales blazed like fire, claws were like broken mountains, and the last few drops of warmth from the sea of ​​blood transformed into an invisible torrent surging across the body.

Although his body was still broken, he was like a temporarily forged suit of armor, capable of breaking through the void with an overwhelming power.

The Fire Phoenix Tree behind him also unleashed astonishing power.

The branches and leaves transformed into a fiery wing membrane, which closed from behind to the front, like a phoenix flapping its wings, forming a blazing but brief layer of propulsion and shield for him.

He knew that this shield could only last for a very short time, but those few breaths were a chance to survive.

Xia Daoming gritted his teeth, using all the remaining strength in his body, and his body transformed into a streak of golden light.

The passage was like a twisted tunnel, with debris constantly colliding around him, like knives and hammers, cutting into his flesh and soul. Every step he took felt like walking on a blade, but behind him lay an even more terrifying abyss and the aftershocks of those two giant claws colliding violently once more.

Just as the passage was about to collapse into a broken bridge, Xia Daoming flew out of the gray-white passage and passed through a strange light curtain.

His body fell heavily to the ground.

The sunlight suddenly became dazzling, and a refreshing atmosphere, carrying the scent of earth and grass, wafted towards me. In my ears, there was no longer the deafening roar of space breaking apart, but the soft murmur of pine trees and the murmuring of clear springs.

"Finally out..." he murmured, having survived the ordeal.

Suddenly, the ground trembled slightly, and the sound of hurried footsteps came from afar.

The ever-cautious Xia Daoming originally intended to get up and hide, but as soon as he moved, he groaned – his whole body ached as if it were about to fall apart, with dozens of bones and tendons broken.

"I didn't expect to be injured so badly." Xia Daoming sighed inwardly, then gave up the idea of ​​hiding and simply lay down to absorb the long-lost immortal spiritual energy, secretly repairing his true essence and blood sea.

A quick scan with his divine sense revealed that the newcomers were merely four Nascent Soul cultivators, one at the fifth tribulation stage and the others at the second or third. With his current physique, even if he were crippled, and even if they bombarded him with magical treasures, it would be like a mere tickle.

If that's the case, why bother with all that?

It's better to just lie here and recover more strength.

It's good that I learned something from them, which is better than being completely clueless and knowing nothing at all.

The distant voices carried on the wind, carrying the bluntness of commoners and the complaints of officials. "Alas, the beautiful Purple Ginseng Peak has been ruined again!"

"It's bad enough that it's been ruined, but the worst thing is that Lord Zhu Pi has allowed all the demons and ferocious beasts to kill and prey on them at will."

"Yes, this time many more lives will surely be lost! If this continues, I'm afraid everyone will have to flee Jade Stream."

"Alas, without living beings, there will be no incense offerings, and no one will come to support us! How will we overcome our tribulations in the future?"

"Still undergoing tribulation? Once the Zhu Pi Mountain Lord and his gang of ferocious demons have finished harming all living beings, they might dare to attack our local earth god temple!"

"He shouldn't have that kind of guts. Our Earth God is a celestial official appointed by the Investiture of the Gods. Attacking the Earth God Temple is a serious crime of rebellion!"

"Aren't there many rebellions now? Can the higher-ups manage them all? Have you forgotten that six hundred years ago, a Bone Wolf Demon King emerged from Yin Bone Mountain in Biyuan County? It was so ferocious that it even stormed into the City God Pavilion of Biyuan County. If it dared to storm even the City God Pavilion, what chance would it have against our Earth God Temple!"

"Alas, the world is getting more and more chaotic. I heard that a Bloodwing Bat King has appeared out of nowhere in the Red Stone Kingdom in the west. He loves to suck people's blood and is causing panic among the people."

"Alright, let's not talk about these unpleasant things anymore. Let's focus on our patrols. The local deity will handle the demon cultivators of Zhu Bi Mountain, but we still need to manage the ferocious beasts, lesser demons, and evil spirits properly. We mustn't let them take advantage of the situation to cause trouble and harm the people of Yujian."

"Hey, sir, look, there seems to be someone over there."

"They must be civilians who escaped from Zishen Peak?"

"Huh, still alive, and a cultivator who has survived one Nascent Soul Tribulation!"

As the footsteps drew closer, Xia Daoming temporarily stopped absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and slowly opened his eyes.

Four figures appeared in sight—

At the very front was a burly middle-aged man with thick, sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, a black and gold belt around his waist, and a dark blue cloak embroidered with landscape patterns. On his chest was a bronze seal of the Yujianzhi Earth God Temple.

Holding a twelve-foot-long spear with a crimson ribbon wrapped around its tip, it fluttered in the wind.

On the left is a thin young man with a vermilion mark between his eyebrows. He wears a short-sleeved robe with a black background and gold trim, covered with half-arm armor, and wears animal skin boots. A string of copper bells hangs from his waist, jingling as he walks.

On the other side was a burly man with bare arms and muscles as hard as iron. He wore bronze animal head shoulder guards and dark pleated trousers, and carried a broad-backed demon-slaying sword on his back, the scabbard of which was covered with cut marks.

At the very back was a female cultivator in her early twenties, tall and slender with striking features. She wore crimson soft armor over a semi-transparent silk robe embroidered with landscapes, flowers, and birds. She carried a longbow made of crimson wood, and her quiver was filled with arrows made from the feathers of spirit birds. A small copper gourd hung at her waist, its mouth sealed with a talisman that emitted a faint, spiritual light.

"You escaped from Zishen Peak, right? What's the situation there now?"

The burly man at the head of the group stepped forward, his footsteps causing the rocks beneath his feet to sink slightly, and he immediately asked the question.

"I don't know!" Xia Daoming's voice was weak, and there was some fatigue and confusion between his brows. However, his eyes carefully examined the four people in front of him and the weapons and magical treasures they held.

These people were clearly Nascent Soul cultivators—top figures in the Xuanhuan Realm—yet they walked on the ground like ordinary martial artists, their weapons not stored in their body heat but casually held in their hands, which aroused suspicion in people's hearts.

"You're already very lucky to have escaped! Come with us back to the Earth God Temple to recuperate and heal your wounds. Our Earth God is kind and compassionate, and will surely heal you."

The burly man's voice was steady and reassuring.

He didn't know that Xia Daoming came from the lower realm. He only saw that Xia Daoming was weak and dazed, and thought that he had just experienced a great calamity and was physically and mentally injured.

"Yes, don't worry about your injury. Our land deity is kind-hearted."

The one who spoke was the female cultivator, with delicate features and gentle eyes.

　That concludes today's update.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)