Fairy, return my flying sword to me

Chapter 186 The Gap to Demonic Entry!
The few remaining disciples of the Immortal Sect looked gloomy.

The once pristine white Taoist robes were now tattered and torn, and seemed to still have congealed black demonic blood on them.

The leading disciple immediately spotted the Nascent Soul stage expert guarding the guiding formation, along with the captain of the Zheng Yang Sect who was with him.

"Please provide assistance as soon as possible, senior. Our sect elders are still engaged in fierce battle!"

The elder of the Zhengyang Sect nodded solemnly and replied, "Of course!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "All disciples, listen to my command! Enter the Heavenly Abyss Demon Rift and fight against the extraterrestrial demons!"

The sound of bells and drums, seemingly from nowhere, resounded in unison, filling everyone's hearts with a warm and fulfilling power.

Hot blood was pumped out with each heartbeat, and as they were about to face a formidable enemy, the disciples were no longer filled with the confusion about the unknown.

The garrisoned cultivator who played music with magic nodded to the captain of the Zhengyang Sect, indicating that this was all he could do.

Disciples from the two sects mingled.

The new generation takes over the responsibilities of their predecessors and resolutely steps into the boundaries beyond the stone walls.

As he crossed that gray boundary that looked like ripples on water, Lin Jian's keen senses instantly felt a malevolent will sweep over his entire body.

Before they could even take a good look at the overall environment, they saw the mutated and demonic creatures, unique to demons, chasing after the disciples of the Immortal Sect.

Lin Jian, who was at the forefront, was the first to unleash ten thousand points of cold stars by making a sword gesture with his hands.

A Thousand Blades Flying Star!

Countless dazzling golden lights appeared behind him in the forest, and with a flick of his sword, ten thousand shooting stars shot out.

The pursuing monster roared as it charged forward, only to be suddenly pierced by countless golden shooting stars. Its massive body slowly came to a stop before crashing to the ground.

Numerous body-cultivating disciples leaped through the forest, their bodies shimmering with golden light as they rushed forward…

"Calm your mind, focus your spirit, and restrain yourself." Yun Feiyang, who had already reached the Golden Core stage, floated lightly behind him.

Having advanced to the Golden Core stage, he was theoretically qualified to become a sect leader; of course, whether or not he was willing to take on disciples was his own choice.

At this time, he was still all alone, but this time he also joined the guard and became one of the five Golden Core stage cultivators.

He landed lightly, exuding an ethereal aura. When he spoke, he was as unfathomable as the most common image of a celestial master in the eyes of mortals: "The first rule of the garrisoned cultivators is to have a sense of propriety. Nephew Lin, don't forget that."

Simply put, the weaker cultivators attack first, and the stronger cultivators attack later, which is consistent with the strategic approach of selecting cultivators for battle.

After all, the core problem in dealing with monsters is that you will inevitably become tainted by the demonic nature after killing them.

A little adds up to a lot.

Everyone needs to stay here for a month. If they start by killing indiscriminately, coupled with the gradual erosion of the environment, the cultivators who made the first move will probably be corrupted and transformed into demons under the ever-increasing influence of demonic energy before the month is up.

Therefore, the sect's strategy has always been to distribute this demonic energy as evenly as possible, so that every cultivator can bear the same pressure equally.

However, stronger cultivators have a greater backup plan, ensuring they always have the ability to fight when needed.

Therefore, when facing monsters that are relatively easy to eliminate, weaker cultivators are usually sent to kill them.

As for the strong, they only act when they feel pressure.

If even a top-tier Foundation Establishment cultivator like Lin Jian is like this, then it goes without saying that cultivators like Yun Feiyang in the Golden Core stage are even more so.

Perhaps watching one's compatriots fight bloody battles against demons while merely standing by seems cold-blooded and inhumane, but such is the nature of demons, and this is the most rational response for human cultivators. In fact, this is the core reason for the high casualty rate of the Immortal Sect's garrison team that just went out.

With fewer people, each person had to bear more of the demonic burden.

Once a certain threshold is exceeded, the collapse of the group is a disaster that occurs almost simultaneously.

The Zhengyang Sect's response was based on this—either increase manpower to spread the demonic energy, or increase the proportion of cultivators with higher cultivation levels in the stationed teams.

After all, cultivators with higher cultivation levels can withstand more demonic energy, thus achieving the goal of enhancing the "Demonic Energy Reservoir".

Although Lin Jian had already proven that he could withstand a lot of demonic energy in the battle of Yunmeng Marsh, how long has it been since that battle?

According to conventional wisdom, he should still have a considerable amount of demonic energy left, so he should try to minimize his actions during this garrison duty.

This was something that Elder Chuan Gong had specifically instructed Yun Feiyang, who was traveling with him, to do before they set off.

Dressed in flowing white robes, Yun Feiyang gazed at the battlefield before him, gently raising his chin. "I don't want to end up attacking you. Although we're quite familiar with each other, if you fall into demonic possession, I'll have no choice but to put righteousness before family."

Lin Jian glanced at him strangely, "Since when did you become someone of the same generation as my master?"

They've even started calling each other "apprentice" and "nephew."

Yun Feiyang said in a serious tone, "There's no other way. That's the rule of the sect. Once you reach the Golden Core stage, you automatically advance in rank. Even though we're all familiar with each other, we still have to consider the sect's prestige in public."

"Ha~"

Lin Jian ignored him and strode forward.

The Heavenly Abyss Demon Rift is indeed mysterious.

When we were outside, we could only see a very thin line.

Even when the Nascent Soul stage cultivators stationed outside set up a magic array, it was only a few dozen steps deep.

But when he actually stepped inside, he saw that the interior space was enormous.

Inside the Demon Rift, the dome hangs high, and a cold blue halo faintly appears in the void formed by the folding of space.

That place, which is the location of the Great Sun in the outside cultivation world, now appears cold and decaying under the filter of the Demon Rift.

Like a setting sun corrupted by demonic energy.

As the light pierced through the faint gray mist that permeated the rift, it cast distorted and irregular shadows on the ground, like ferocious demons dancing wildly.

From the depths of the distant space, a cacophony of howls and shrieks of demons echoed, like the intertwined clamor of countless extraterrestrial demons' powers.

Sometimes it sounds like a howling wind, sometimes like weeping and lamenting.

Deep within that space where strange noises kept emanating, the sounds of explosions from other cultivators' spells intertwined, with golden and white sword energy scattering across the sky, as if they were engaged in a life-or-death struggle with some terrifying opponent.

Having already heard the warning from the departing Immortal Sect disciples, the Zheng Yang Sect elders rushed forward across the entire garrison team, wanting to come to the aid of the Immortal Sect elders who were fighting alone.

If it weren't for them holding the line at the front, how could the last few dozen Immortal Sect disciples have been able to withdraw so easily?
Lin Jian followed closely behind, also eager to catch a glimpse of the true face deep within the Demon Rift.

However, as soon as you move your feet, resistance rises from your feet.

Looking down, a thick, dark demonic aura, like a living thing, crawled and rose up along his feet...

(End of this chapter)