Walking alone with a sword, slaying ghosts and gods

Chapter 547 A Thousand Veins Flow Back to Forge Mysterious Iron, Thunder Strikes and Clouds Collapse, Fist Breaks Through the Barrier (Seeking donations and subscriptions.)
In the desolate wilderness, at the center of the broken stone array, the black and red fiery flames formed by the Nine Netherworld Prison Demon Seal (Ling Fengzi lost all his demonic treasures, but his natal demonic treasure was retrieved by him through the sky) surged like a living thing, enveloping Yun Ling'er layer by layer.

The golden light emanating from the Xuanhuang Merit Pagoda clashed violently with the demonic flames, producing a piercing hissing sound, like ice water being poured into boiling oil.

Although the golden light firmly protected Yun Ling'er's body, the demonic seal's power was vast. Under its influence, Yun Ling'er's face was as pale as paper, and cold sweat poured down her forehead. Yet, she dared not make the slightest sound to disturb Lu Cheng.

These are the two dimensions of this battle of wits.

One was Lu Cheng Daoist, who commanded the Giant Spirit General, whose body was engulfed in Samadhi True Fire, to seize stars and the moon, shatter the void with his fists, and continuously cross the void to attack Ling Fengzi Daoist.

Although Ling Fengzi is a demonic cultivator at the Integration Realm, theoretically he is a whole realm higher than Lu Cheng, his greatest ability, the external avatar, was destroyed by Lu Cheng. Six of his magical treasures and supernatural powers were also reduced. In the past, he relied on the external avatars he had cultivated to fight two against one, so he was not considered weak among the elders of the Qiankun Holy Demon Sect.

Now he has been directly knocked to the bottom, and even because of the backlash of the demonic arts, his mental state is unstable. If he doesn't kill Lu Cheng to avenge himself, he will be tormented by inner demons and disturbed by demons in his spiritual platform, making him feel like he is living a life worse than death!

That's why we have this battle today.

The Giant Spirit Flying Ship is breaking through to the eighth rank. Putting that aside, just the massive amount of Samadhi True Fire entangled around it is something that Ling Fengzi should not easily face in his current state.

Therefore, he chose to fight and retreat using his escape techniques and demonic arts, while also summoning the secondary-level demonic treasures he had accumulated over the years to defend himself and deal with Lu Cheng Daoist and Giant Spirit General. At the same time, he secretly used his demonic arts to unleash a burst of demonic fire to attack Yun Ling'er, who had just regained her senses.

Most of the time, demonic cultivators tend to bully the weak.

Even though Yun Ling'er was protected by the Xuanhuang Merit Pagoda above her head.

At this moment, Yun Ling'er's mind had just cleared up. She realized that she had been secretly controlled by her inner demons, which led Lu Cheng into danger. She felt sad and guilty, and almost wanted to die.

Of course, they wouldn't call for Lu Cheng to come to their rescue, as that would distract them.

However, the Xuanhuang Merit Pagoda, having received the blessing of the Heavenly Dao of the Lower Realm, has advanced to the special peak of the Returning to Emptiness Realm. Its Xuanhuang Qi is particularly effective against evil arts and magic, and the attacks of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators are unable to harm it for the time being, which is why the two sides are currently at a stalemate.

"Hmph. How long can a mere magical artifact spirit hold me back?"

"Once I subdue Lu Cheng's concubine, as long as he still has a shred of affection for her, I can seize the opportunity to attack, not only taking his life but also taking the opportunity to steal the Taiqing Sect's giant flying ship, which will make up for the losses."

This colossal war artifact, a giant flying ship that can move like a mountain gate, is far more expensive than ordinary cultivator artifacts.

In fact, once you reach the three realms of Returning to Emptiness, Integration, and Mahayana, even ordinary cultivators would find it difficult to refine such magical treasures. For a sect like the Taiqing Sect, it would be even more challenging. Moreover, if a foundational treasure like the Giant Spirit Flying Ship were to be taken away, it would be a huge loss for the Taiqing Sect.

Ling Fengzi stood in the air, his gaunt face bearing the cruel pleasure of a cat toying with a mouse.

He formed hand seals and chanted incantations, causing his natal demonic treasure, the Nine Netherworld Suppressing Flame Demon Seal, to surge in power. Countless twisted and wailing demonic shadows emerged from the black and red fiery flames, frantically devouring the Xuanhuang energy flow of the Xuanhuang Pagoda, causing the light shield to visibly shake violently.

However, just as Ling Fengzi's mind wandered slightly...

An indescribable golden-red light suddenly tore through the dark sky above the wasteland. The light was too domineering and too dazzling, carrying a terrifying power that could sweep across the eight wastelands and destroy countless demonic barriers as it fiercely attacked.

"Roar--"

With a roar that shook the heavens and earth, the Zhou Tian Giant Spirit General once again shattered the void with his fist and killed his way to Ling Fengzi's side.

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The giant spirit general strode forward, his massive body tearing through layers of spatial barriers, traversing a thousand miles in a single step!
The massive five-fingered fist, imbued with destructive power, was unleashed in a simple and unadorned manner.

This punch wasn't fast, yet it seemed to freeze time itself.
This punch wasn't powerful; the void vanished silently where the fist passed, leaving behind long-lasting, pitch-black cracks.
Unfortunately, the trajectory of this punch was aimed directly at the landing point of Lingfengzi's escape technique. No matter how he struggled and moved, that fierce and unparalleled will had already locked onto every inch of space around him!
"What's going on? How did it improve so quickly? Its magical power is increasing so rapidly!"

Ling Fengzi secretly activated his Demon Eyes and stared intently. He saw that the giant in front of him was surrounded by blazing light, and the Yin and Yang energies within his body were generated and flowing, like ancient star vortexes, endlessly swirling within his dantian. Finally, they collapsed and condensed, turning into an extremely tiny and insignificant point.

Suddenly, within that single seed of truth, boundless golden light burst forth!

Its light is warm and mellow, as bright as the rising sun. Although it is so small that its shape cannot be seen, its powerful energy has illuminated the entire body inside and out, making everything clear and transparent, revealing every detail.

The dazzling golden light condensed and did not dissipate, flowing abundantly like divine nectar and jade marrow, transforming into a misty golden glow of elixir!
The golden glow, like a bubbling spring, rises along the mysterious path, passing the Magpie Bridge to connect with the spiritual pivot, traversing the twelve-story tower to cleanse the mortal world, and passing through the Crimson Palace to nourish true nature with the heart fire, finally returning to the dantian and the sea of ​​qi. Wherever the glow passes, all 36,000 mysterious apertures of the body open instantly, as if encountering sweet rain and holy fire!

The yin and yang energies of the external world resonate like the tides, vast and mighty, converging from within and without, making one instantly indistinguishable from the universe.

"The person and the spaceship are completely connected, and this Samadhi True Fire is not just an ordinary high-level Dao technique; it contains profound and mysterious magical intents, capable of refining matter, magical power, and divine consciousness, and coordinating them..."

The power of true fire, capable of scorching the heavens and boiling the seas, melting gold and forging iron, surged forth within the phantom of the divine general. The surrounding ferocious demonic shadows, before they could even utter a wail, were reduced to nothingness by the residual power of the true fire, which was enough to incinerate all things.

At this moment, the Giant Spirit General's entire body was solid, as if it were cast from crimson gold and divine iron, standing over a thousand feet tall, majestic like an ancient divine mountain.

The immense magical power unique to the Fusion Stage was unleashed without reservation, instantly shattering the magic and magical treasure defenses that Lingfengzi had meticulously arranged.

"How is this possible?!" The sinister smile on Ling Fengzi's face froze instantly, turning into disbelief and horror.

Ling Fengzi clearly felt that the pressure emanating from the divine general opposite him was not only genuine, but even stronger than that of him, a veteran cultivator in the Integration stage.

Lu Cheng, that brat, actually managed to elevate a warship to the level of Dao-Weapon Integration in such a short time.
Little did he know how much effort and resources Lu Cheng had poured into this spaceship over the past three thousand years, coupled with the profound power of the Samadhi True Fire, which was why it had such an astonishing performance that defied all reason.

"Fellow Daoist Lingfeng, let us settle our old and new scores today, a fight to the death." From the core of the Giant Spirit General came Lu Cheng's icy voice.

"Arrogant!" With his escape techniques and defensive spells broken layer by layer, Ling Fengzi was filled with shock and anger, his facial muscles twitching.

But being an old demon, he quickly changed his moves, temporarily abandoning the suppression of Yun Ling'er. The Nine Netherworld Suppressing Flame Demon Seal suddenly contracted, transforming into a black and red flame seal ten feet in diameter, with demonic flames flowing on it, radiating a high temperature that could decay all things, and fiercely met the falling Shattering Void Fist Seal.

"Boom!!"

An unimaginably loud explosion resounded throughout the wasteland.

The violent surge of magical energy formed a visible hemispherical shockwave, carving a terrifying ravine thousands of miles long into the earth.

The remaining rocky peaks within hundreds of miles were instantly reduced to dust.

The giant spirit's powerful hammer blow was actually blocked by the giant shield that was filled with boundless demonic flames.

The black and red demonic fire scorched the giant's body, emitting a teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound. The demonic seal of flames trembled violently, and the demonic runes themselves flickered, clearly also enduring terrifying pressure.

Stalemate!

The clash between the Giant Spirit God's powerful magic and the domineering demonic arts of the Qiankun Holy Demon Sect.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned inside the giant flying ship.

A series of piercing alarm sounds suddenly rang out, as if the sleeping spirit of the entire giant city was slowly awakening.

Along the roadside, the complex array patterns on the surfaces of the buildings that had stood majestically suddenly lit up and hummed. Then, as if they had a life of their own, they slowly sank down and eventually returned to the depths of the earth, disappearing into the earth's veins.

Inside an old weapon-refining shop on the giant flying ship, He Caiwen, a shop assistant whose cultivation had reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, witnessed this scene. He was stunned at first, and then a strong sense of bewilderment and palpitation arose from the bottom of his heart. For a cultivator, this was obviously a great crisis!
He subconsciously turned his head to look at his uncle, who usually doted on him.

Unexpectedly, a rare look of bewilderment and helplessness appeared on the face of that uncle.

"Uncle... what... what's going on?"

"How could I possibly know?" He Pingzhang's tone carried a hint of feigned composure. "However, I do know that this is the Immortal Ship activating its 'Abyssal Sinking Momentum' in full preparation for battle..."

Before he finished speaking, his eyes sharpened, and he made a decisive move, quickly leading He Caiwen and several apprentices into the inner room.

The room was empty of anything else; the walls were covered with intricate arrays that shimmered with a faint light, and a pivotal disc inscribed with yin-yang runes floated silently in the center of the floor.

The uncle's gaze fell upon the array plate, which was now glowing with a chilling light. He muttered a cryptic phrase to himself, then suddenly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the apprentices like a blade. His voice abruptly became deep and menacing:

"From the day our He family ancestors moved into this Giant Spirit Immortal City, we have made a solemn oath! Now is the time to fulfill this oath! You must continuously pour the magical power within your bodies into this central array plate until the abyss ends! If there is the slightest slackening, do not blame the sect's enforcement team for their ruthless 'Order to Punish the Rebels,' at which point your body and soul will be annihilated in an instant!"

He Caiwen's heart sank upon hearing this, but with her life hanging by a thread, there was no time for hesitation.

He had no choice but to follow closely behind his uncle He Pingzhang, sitting cross-legged on the cold ground, circulating his internal energy, guiding the magical power within his dantian like a stream flowing into the sea, pouring every drop into the key point of the array...

At the same time, countless cultivators residing on the giant flying ship, regardless of their cultivation level, were now transformed into part of the entire Zhou Tian Grand Array. Their magical power was invisibly drawn and flowed along a specific trajectory, jointly maintaining the operation of this colossal object.

In the void, dark green magical runes appeared, connected, and condensed, eventually transforming into countless chains of law that crisscrossed and leaped around the entire immortal city, like the meridians and blood vessels of this giant city, condensing it into a unified war weapon!

By fusing the massive magical power of low- to mid-level cultivators, and then refining and fusing it, it finally transforms into the realm of almost reaching the pinnacle of this world: the Integration Realm!
Lu Cheng, hidden in the central hub of the giant spirit spaceship, felt a slight tremor in the core of the divine general he was controlling. It wasn't a backlash, but rather a sign that he sensed the profound foundation and pure demonic power of the old demon Ling Fengzi, which was indeed not easy to shake.

"Youngster, is this all the magic you have?" Ling Fengzi, hiding behind the magic shield formed by his natal magic weapon, let out a harsh laugh.

He was a true ancient demon and a cultivator who had achieved the Fusion Stage. Not only did he possess an immense and profound magical power, but he could also draw upon almost inexhaustible magical power from the laws he cultivated to sustain himself.

When cultivators cultivate to the level of Returning to Emptiness or Uniting with the Body, they can theoretically obtain unlimited magical power support, the only difference being that some of it is mountains and rivers, while some is lakes and seas.

So despite the disarray of his defense, when Lingfengzi used his own natal magic weapon to block Lu Cheng Daoren and Juling Shenjiang, he felt he had the upper hand and would ultimately win in the end.

While the Giant Spirit Flying Ship itself is almost a moving continent, teeming with cultivators possessing astonishing magical power, the process of gathering and purifying their power consumes too much energy.

On the desolate plains, heaven and earth fell silent.

Only a colossal, crimson-gold spirit, as majestic as a divine mountain, and a black-red demonic seal, spitting out the power to corrupt all things, were locked in a struggle from afar.

"Zzz—Boom!"

The clash between Samadhi True Fire and Nine Netherworld Fiend Flame was like two immense forces clashing against each other, and the resulting aftershocks tore apart the already ravaged land once again.

Along the edge of the deep ravine, stretching for thousands of miles, scorched earth turned into glass, only to shatter and vanish under the impact of new energy. Each collision caused space to groan under its unbearable strain, and cracks in the void spread like a spider web, slowly healing under the pull of the laws of heaven and earth, only to be torn apart again.

At the core of the Giant Spirit God, Lu Cheng Daoist's primordial spirit merged with the immense will of the entire Giant Spirit flying ship.

He clearly felt the surge of every strand of magical power, the shimmering of every rune, and the dedication of every cultivator in every corner. The flying ship transformed into a city, the city into a divine body, and he was the soul of this divine body, the nexus forged from the magical power of billions of cultivators. Listening to Zi, hidden behind the Nine Netherworld Prison-Suppressing Flame Demon Seal, the muscles on his withered face contorted by the power of the surging demonic arts, yet his eyes gleamed with a cunning and cruel certainty:

"Junior! No matter how fierce your nature and how powerful your brute force, it is ultimately a realm forcibly fused together! What good are the magical powers of countless miscellaneous creatures? How long can they last? How can they compare to the merits of my ten thousand years of arduous cultivation? Go ahead and bombard me! I want to see whether your giant flying ship will run out of fuel and fall apart first, or whether your delicate little beauty will be burned into a wisp of soul by my demonic seal!"

Ling Fengzi's voice was like a leech, carrying a filthy and demonic intent, attempting to shake Lu Cheng's mind and disrupt the combined power of the countless cultivators inside the spaceship.

The giant spirit's face, as if cast from crimson gold, remained expressionless. Only the Samadhi True Fire swirling around his body burned ever more fiercely, the golden-red flames licking the void and incinerating the approaching filthy demonic energy into nothingness.

Lu Cheng's voice, cold, grand, and devoid of any emotion, resounded like a divine judgment, emanating from the core of the divine general:
"You're like a frog in a well, how can you know the vastness of the world! Your biggest mistake was that you shouldn't have attacked me in front of me before."

As soon as he finished speaking, the giant spirit general's actions suddenly changed!
Previously, it displayed a ferocious attitude of overwhelming others with force and shaking mountains with its momentum, but now it has vanished like a gazelle hanging its horns, leaving no trace.

In the blink of an eye, the colossal god withdrew his fist and took a step backward!
With this step, the void barrier shattered, and ripples spread across the surrounding space. The enormous divine body instantly broke free from the direct confrontation with the demonic seal and retreated thousands of miles backward.

This step back was too abrupt!

Like a fully drawn divine bow, it retracted all its accumulated immense power, yet still wielded it with ease, seemingly without a trace of malice.

Even an old demon as powerful as Lingfengzi was caught off guard by this sudden change.

He was mentally connected with the Demon Seal, and all the anticipated counterattacks and subsequent techniques instantly failed, as if a full-force strike had hit empty air. His demonic energy suddenly stagnated, his blood and qi surged, and his mind went blank for a moment.

"This is the moment!"

Step back, stop!
The entire towering body of the Giant Spirit General, standing a thousand feet tall, froze instantly upon retreating, no longer relying on the immense magical power gathered by the flying ship, nor drawing strength from the Giant Spirit General's tyrannical divine body.

At this moment, Daoist Lu Cheng seemed to have been detached from the majestic divine power of the Giant Spirit General, and returned to a pure, refined Dao foundation—a Void Returning Sword Cultivator!
His originally boundless consciousness space, independent of the core of the divine general, suddenly materialized as if it were a physical entity.

Appearing above the divine general's head, his figure stood tall and straight like a pine tree on a solitary peak, his fingers lightly forming a hand seal before his chest. An invisible "qi" erupted from the deepest recesses of his unyielding and tempered Dao heart. This was neither spiritual power nor magical power, but rather the essence of his swordsmanship, honed to the bone through countless battles!

"Om-!"

The raging Samadhi True Fire outside the Giant Spirit General's body, which could burn the heavens and boil the seas and ignite everything, suddenly became like a wild horse tamed by an unparalleled will. The billions of flames no longer ran rampant, but instead converged on the Giant Spirit General's right arm in an instant!
Crimson gold, pure white, and deep red—the three divine flames intertwined, compressed, and condensed, no longer merely forging matter and consciousness, but transforming into a bridge connecting the real and the virtual, a vessel carrying supreme sword intent!

As the divine fire subsided, the desolate world suddenly dimmed, as if an invisible hand had drawn away most of its brilliance.

There is only one source of light—the right arm of the Giant Spirit General!

That right arm was no longer merely a limb forged from divine iron; it had transformed into the purest core of radiance in the world.

The vast and boundless light, so intense and condensed to the extreme, was compressed at the end of the arm into a singularity the size of a walnut, yet a billion times more intense than the blazing sun!

It was not still, but vibrating wildly at a frequency beyond the reach of divine sense. Every minute fluctuation caused the surrounding space to groan, dissolve, and recombine!
Golden light flowed, like divine nectar, like a molten galaxy, with Daoist principles flowing naturally within it, outlining countless profound and ineffable rune trajectories, flashing by in an instant. With each flash of a rune, the oppressive power of that golden light increased exponentially!
At this moment, the Dan Yuan Jin Xia reached an unprecedented concentration. It was no longer a dissipating mist, but flowed within the arms of the Giant Spirit General, cleansing the mortal world, nurturing true nature, and communicating with the supremely masculine and righteous source between heaven and earth, which could destroy all evil!

At this moment, the thirty-six thousand profound apertures resonated with each other, echoing the stars in the sky. The power of the stars and the vitality of all things were forcibly drawn in and transformed into this ultimate sword strike.

This is: The Profound Sword!
"cut!"

There was no shouting, no roaring. Daoist Lu Cheng parted his lips slightly and uttered a syllable that was calm to the point of indifference.

A beam of light, a pure and indescribable golden-red blazing light, suddenly shot out from the center of the light point that the giant spirit had blasted open!

The sword light appeared as soon as it appeared, and it was already in front of Ling Fengzi's brow!
The old demon's furious roar didn't even have time to escape his throat. He had given it his all! His natal demonic seal, the Nine Netherworld Suppressing Flame Demonic Seal, surged with black and red demonic flames, condensing into a solidified skeletal demonic head, roaring as it stood before him;

Countless protective magical treasures appeared and vanished around him in an instant, a frantic self-destruction of his accumulated power in a desperate situation; his eyes turned crimson as he burned his innate magical source, unleashing his strongest demonic spell, while his figure rapidly faded, attempting to merge into the void rift…

But before that golden-red blazing light... everything was in vain!
laugh--!
Like scorching hot iron piercing through millennia-old ice, or like warm sunlight melting away the dust from a snowdrift.

The Nine Netherworld Prison Suppressing Flame Demon Seal, which embodies Ling Fengzi's cultivation, laws, and life essence, and the ferocious demon head that had just manifested, were pierced and penetrated by the sword light without any hindrance!
The supreme demonic flame, filled with decay, resentment, and curses, couldn't even slightly obstruct the sword light for a moment. It crumbled upon contact, its black and red hue instantly evaporating under the absolute power of light and incineration, emitting a final, piercing, and short mournful cry before vanishing without a trace.

The dozens of indistinguishable substitute demonic shadows that Ling Fengzi instantly created, along with his true body that was merging into the void, were completely locked by a vast and boundless sword intent that locked onto all cause and effect as the sword light pierced through the demonic seal and continued its advance without diminishing its momentum! Wherever the sword light passed, the dozens of clones evaporated without a trace, like dewdrops thrown into the scorching sun!
The true form, hidden in the spatial rift, was forcibly "nailed" to the spot by the supreme power of the sword light that shattered the void and imprisoned it, and could no longer move an inch!
The sword light, accurately and without suspense, pierced right into the center of Lingfengzi's brow, where his expression suddenly became unfocused, filled with boundless fear and disbelief!

"Uh…"

Ling Fengzi's movements froze completely. The shock, anger, cruelty, calculation, pain on his face... all the expressions froze in an instant, leaving only a pure, bewildered feeling of utter annihilation.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no horrific carnage.

Time seems to be stretched infinitely.

After the golden-red blazing light pierced through, it did not emerge from behind Lingfengzi's head. Instead, it seemed to explode instantly within his demonic body like billions of the finest rays containing the laws of destruction!

Starting from the point between his eyebrows, Ling Fengzi was like a glass lantern ignited from within! Golden-red light emanated from every meridian, every bone, and every drop of blood essence within his body!

The Tongxuan Sword is divided into two parts: the inner sword and the outer sword. Normally, Lingfengzi is a whole realm higher than Lucheng. Even if Lucheng could kill him, he shouldn't have been able to do so so quickly and easily.

However, Lu Cheng had already killed Ling Fengzi once with the Tongxuan Sword, so the amount of calculation required for the external sword was greatly reduced. Furthermore, the Giant Spirit General continuously weakened his divine sense and magic power, which led to this final outcome.

Inside the giant spirit spaceship, however, was a completely different scene.

"Woo——"

The piercing, urgent alarm changed its tone the moment Lingfengzi completely disappeared!
The sharp, high-pitched battle alarm transformed into a deep, resonant, powerful, and steadily rising hum.

The humming sound echoed in layers throughout every corner, every passageway, and every cabin of the massive spaceship, like the soothing groan of an ancient beast awakening.

The buildings along the road, which were sunk deep into the earth's veins, suddenly shone with an intense light from the array patterns on their surfaces.

With the hum of the mechanical winches, those enormous metal fortresses and magnificent palaces began to slowly rise from the depths of the earth and return to their positions. They rose slowly, but with an aura as steady as mountains and as vigorous as the rising sun. Each step of their ascent was accompanied by a louder and more harmonious humming resonance.

It was as if the entire "Giant Spirit City" was stretching its limbs, celebrating its leap in life level!
Inside the old weapon-refining shop, He Caiwen and his many apprentices were nearly exhausted. The emptiness from the depletion of their magical power made everyone's faces pale, and the light of the central array plate had dimmed to the extreme.

Just when everyone thought the support was about to collapse and their spirits were about to crumble—

hum!
The array plate trembled violently! An overwhelming and incredibly pure magical power, like rain on parched land, suddenly burst forth from the center of the array plate. This magical power was not injected from the outside, but originated from the new life force that burst forth from within the entire giant spirit flying ship after it had slain powerful enemies and broken free from its restraints. It was pure, profound, and full of vitality, and instantly fed back to the giant spirit flying ship.

He Caiwen groaned, feeling a warm torrent surge from his palms, which were touching the array plate, into his parched meridians, nourishing his over-depleted dantian. The indescribable comfort even made him feel a little dizzy.

The array plate shone brightly, no longer the grim light that was barely maintained, but a lustrous radiance like glass, containing infinite potential!

"This...this is?" He Caiwen looked blankly at his uncle He Pingzhang.

The fatigue on He Pingzhang's face vanished instantly, replaced by an overwhelming excitement and joy, his eyes even welling up with tears.
"It's done! It's done! Chief Lu... has slain the demon! The Immortal City... the Immortal City is advancing!" He was so excited that he was almost incoherent.

Not only in this weapon-refining shop, but in countless corners of the giant spirit flying ship, all the cultivators who sat cross-legged, infused their magic power, and maintained the operation of the flying ship, regardless of their cultivation level, felt the vast and pure power of rebirth fed back to them the moment Ling Fengzi fell!

The fatigue vanished, replaced by a strong sense of pride and honor!
"Chief Lu's divine might is unparalleled!"

"The demon leader of the Qiankun Holy Demon Sect is beheaded!"

"Giant Spirit Immortal City is advancing; it's about to reach the eighth rank!"

"Ten thousand years, tens of thousands of years! I never imagined I'd witness the day a divine ship would be upgraded..."

Countless voices, some high-pitched, some low, some shouting from within, converged into an invisible, surging wave of emotion that swept across the entire spaceship.

In the core central area, Daoist Lu Cheng quietly appeared on the control platform. His expression was calm, but a glint of light flickered deep within his eyes.

The Samadhi True Fire, accumulated over thousands of years, was almost completely exhausted in today's battle. Killing Ling Fengzi didn't use much of it, but the most crucial thing was to refine the Giant Spirit Flying Ship and harmonize its Qi.

At the same time, the advancement of the Giant Spirit Flying Ship also indicates that Lu Cheng's cultivation level is so high that he has already faintly entered the Integration Realm.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to repair the ship's hull with his own body, ultimately leading to the Giant Spirit Flying Ship's advancement in rank.

Lu Cheng extended a palm and gently pressed it on the core hub in front of him, a three-dimensional model composed of the most complex runes.

The instant his palm touched it, the entire colossal spaceship, along with the will of the billions of beings within it, seemed to simultaneously utter a silent, yearning cry directed towards the endless heavens:

"Eighth Rank... Broken!"

Rumble——!
This time, it's a true celestial upheaval!

It was no longer a localized tremor when the giant spirit god shattered the sky, but rather the very will of this vast celestial realm itself was being touched.

Beyond the wasteland, the sky, stretching for countless miles, suddenly darkened. The thick, ominous clouds were no longer the leaden gray of ordinary thunder, but instead presented a profound and majestic blackness, as if condensed from the primordial chaos of the universe!
These tribulation clouds did not appear out of thin air, but were forcibly torn apart and attracted from the void in all directions by an invisible force field. The boundless spiritual energy of heaven and earth formed a violent tide that was almost liquefied, and frantically poured into the giant spirit ship that was suspended in mid-air!

One! Two! Ten! A hundred! A thousand! Ten thousand!
Countless visible bands of light, composed of pure magical power, connected with the giant flying ship, transforming it into a massive cocoon of light.

In this battle, Lu Cheng, a true disciple of the Taiqing Sect, beheaded Ling Fengzi, an elder of the Qiankun Holy Demon Sect, in the northern wilderness. This victory was widely known throughout the world.

However, compared to Lu Cheng Dao Ren's cross-border slaying of Ling Feng Zi, the fact that the Taiqing Sect's Giant Spirit Flying Ship advanced to the eighth rank attracted more attention, which meant that the Taiqing Sect's foundation had been further strengthened.

In the centuries that followed, it was through this calamity that Lu Cheng Dao Ren's concubine, Yun Ling'er, broke through her mental barrier and advanced from the Nascent Soul stage to the Primordial Spirit stage, thus achieving immortality and no longer being a mortal.

On the contrary, Xue Yuzhen, who was far more dedicated to cultivation than her, was still half a step short and could not cross the threshold with her own power. Fortunately, this was the Earthly Immortal Realm. After Lu Cheng used his connections to incur favors, he found her a pill to help her break through. With the help of the pill, Xue Yuzhen also cultivated her primordial spirit. However, she lacked a solid foundation and would need to spend at least several thousand years to make up for it.

Cultivation is sometimes like this: if you cultivate diligently, you may not get what you want. You may accumulate a gap between yourself and your peers over decades or even centuries, but then one of them may seize an opportunity and leave you far behind. There is no logic to this.

(End of this chapter)