I proved immortality through the imperial examination.

Chapter 154: Vicissitudes
Deep in the canyon, the wind howled.

The towering stone walls on both sides are mottled and rugged, covered with snow, from which cold water droplets drip, striking the cracks in the rocks and making a dripping sound.

Xue Xiang sat upright on a large blue rock, his robes slightly fluttering, his expression solemn.

He opened his palm, and a cyan crystal core floated on it. The light inside the crystal flowed like water ripples, clear and cold.

As he focused his mind, the literary palace trembled, and his aspirations and talents surged forth, slowly resonating with the crystal core.

A moment later, the spiritual light within the crystal core burst forth, transforming into countless tiny threads of light that flowed into his brow.

The feeling was like streams of clear spring water flowing into a dried-up riverbed, nourishing his literary palace and generating a warm current within him, simultaneously nourishing his weary body and injured tendons.

Xue Xiang closed his eyes and concentrated, letting the power flow into his body without missing a single bit.

Suddenly, his sleeve moved, clearly indicating that something was wrong with the demon egg.

Xue Xiang took out the demon egg, and saw that the texture on the surface of the demon egg faintly glowed.

He felt an extremely subtle suction force emanating from the eggshell, brushing along his fingertips.

Clearly, it has quietly absorbed some of the literary spirit.

Xue Xiang did not stop him, but simply watched intently.

Just then, the cyan crystal core gradually dimmed, eventually cracking into several grayish-white fragments that gently drifted down.

The demon egg also stopped absorbing and emitted a slight tremor, as if a living thing was gently touching his palm.

Xue Xiang was secretly curious and then began refining the crystal core.

Sure enough, the demon egg continued to absorb the energy.

After refining the five cyan crystal cores, Xue Xiang stopped.

The main problem is that his current literary energy has reached the peak of the Word Realm, making further progress difficult. The absorption and utilization rate of refining the crystal core into literary energy is too low.

At this moment, he refined five cyan crystal cores, just to make a slight replenishment.

The demon egg, however, seemed unwilling to give up, slowly rolling around in his palm.

Xue Xiang looked up into the depths of the canyon, where he saw only twilight, a misty snowy atmosphere, and a desolate and cold landscape.

"My mastery of words has reached its peak, and my cultivation of literary energy can hardly move forward any further. Only by breaking through to the realm of sentences can I enter a new world."

Xue Xiang clenched his fist.

Just then, the document ring on Xue Xiang's hand trembled slightly, its clear light flowing, and a new message was transmitted: "The ultimate trial has begun. Hunt for purple-grade crystal cores. Whoever obtains one can use it to enter the middle-level area and directly reach the blessed land of the sages."

Immediately afterwards, the runes on the ring face floated up, revealing a second message: "Mission time limit: twelve hours."

Xue Xiang was taken aback; he had assumed that the winner would be selected based on points.

If that's the case, he can focus on hunting down Black-level monsters.

After all, according to the point system, ten black-level monsters are equivalent to one purple-level monster.

In reality, the difficulty of hunting a purple-level monster is far greater than that of hunting ten black-level monsters.

To his utter surprise, the authorities closed this loophole, instead of using points to determine who was superior, and instead made it a hard rule that one had to obtain a purple-level crystal core.

Xue Xiang had no idea what the strength of a purple-level monster was.

Although he once hunted a purple-grade crystal core.

However, it was just a trick at the time. The two-winged, ghost-faced monkey king had just completed its advancement when he was killed by him.

This does not mean that he has the strength to directly hunt down purple-level monsters.

Xue Xiang decided to observe the situation first before making a decision.

At that moment, he focused his mind into the document ring, and the virtual map was activated, with three purple light spots shining like stars.

Zooming in on the map, surprisingly, the three purple spots are not far apart.

Based on his experience of combining pictures with reality, the distance between them was at most thirty or forty miles.

It's easy to imagine that all the trial participants are now heading in that direction.

After all, the official statement only mentioned hunting, without specifying that cooperation was prohibited.

At that moment, Xue Xiangwen transformed into wind, enveloping his body as he sped away.

Half an incense stick later, he arrived at his destination, Wulang Mountain and Sea.

Wulang Mountain and Sea, jagged rocky ridges, and rising water mist.

Where the sea and mountains meet, water vapor and wind constantly collide, producing thunderous roars.

Not far away, a colossal beast lay across the sea.

It was a purple-level monster, nicknamed "Seven-sided Thunder Fang" in the map.

Its entire body is as if cast from iron and stone, with seven jagged bone spurs growing on its back, and purple electric arcs flashing between the spurs.

Its fangs are like giant white jade halberds, its fangs are raised in anger, and every roar stirs up hundreds of feet of waves, accompanied by thunder and storm.

The demonic eyes blazed with intense purple light, like two balls of world-burning thunder and fire. Wherever they looked, stone ridges crumbled and cliffs collapsed.

Confronting him was Han Feng, an old acquaintance of Xue Xiang, a scholar from Jingjun who had been sent to Canglan Prefecture, and the son of a Hanlin scholar.

Not far away, more than ten people were watching the battle from across the sea, and further away, streaks of light were rushing towards them.

Han Feng had one hand behind his back and the other holding a sword, the blade of which was as white as snow and its light was ever-changing.

His body exuded a powerful literary aura, as if surrounded by countless scrolls and scriptures, coalescing into the shape of stars.

With a flick of his sword, thousands of characters transformed into blades, soaring into the sky and slashing straight at the demon's head.

The monster roared to the sky, its bone spikes flashing all at once, and thousands of bolts of lightning crashed down.

The thunderous tide collided with the shadow of the words, causing a surge of light and flames that shook the heavens and earth.

A fierce wind swept through, and waves crashed, creating an apocalyptic scene.

Han Feng treads on wind and thunder, his movements incredibly fast. His sword light pours down like a silver river, forcefully severing the lightning armor on the demon's body, leaving a deep, bone-revealing bloodstain.

However, the monster was even more ferocious. Before its wounds had healed, it pounced fiercely, its seven bone spikes like spears reaching to the sky, aiming to pierce Han Feng's chest.

Han Feng's sword flashed back, his arms trembled, and his longsword clashed with the bone spike, sparks flying and the sound making the spectators' eardrums ache.

Even though Han Feng remained calm and composed, he retreated dozens of feet, his sleeves were shattered, and his sword trembled slightly.

Everyone was mesmerized by what they saw.

Xue Xiang was also stunned.

The purple-level demonic monster before them displayed strength far exceeding that of an ordinary Core Formation cultivator.

Han Feng was able to withstand him head-on.

"What a terrifying purple-level monster!"

"Han Feng truly lives up to his reputation as the son of a scholar; he possesses top-tier Foundation Establishment strength."

"Judging from Han Feng's posture, he clearly doesn't want us to get involved. Is he going to wipe out the purple-level demon monster by himself?"

"Of course, he's in first place, so he's naturally arrogant. As for Mo Rufeng, he's ranked second, only a hundred points behind Han Feng. I really don't know where this guy came from. Where did he disappear to?"

"As far as I know, Mo Rufeng's strength is no less than Han Feng's. What Han Feng wants to do, he will definitely do too."

Before the words were finished, from the northwest, a murderous aura soared into the sky, and a person swept across the void, fighting a huge figure that stretched across the sea with golden light.

"It's Mo Rufeng, it's him! He also wants to kill a purple-level demon monster all by himself!"

"Gentlemen, we cannot fall behind. Why don't we cooperate and destroy the remaining purple-level monster? As for who gets the crystal core in the end, that's up to fate. What do you say?"

"Go together, go together!"

In an instant, everyone flew away.

Only Ling Xueyi remained, bowing respectfully to Xue Xiang from afar, "Brother Xue, what do you think?"

Xue Xiang shook his head, "A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, so I won't try my luck."

Ling Xueyi laughed and flew away quickly.

Xue Xiang's words were indeed from the bottom of his heart.

Given the strength of the purple-level monster, there is absolutely no chance of victory without using the Jade Glow technique.

However, if it is used, Yu Hui Yu Long will only have one chance to use it left.

Entering the dangerous middle zone again would be too risky.

Moreover, even if they succeed, they would still have to compete with a group of people for the last purple-grade crystal core, making the reward completely disproportionate to the effort.

Xue Xiang decided to do the opposite.

While the others hunted purple-level monsters, he focused on hunting monsters below purple level.

Here, a single cyan-grade crystal core is insignificant.

Once outside, a crystal core that can directly replenish one's literary energy is a treasure no matter where you are.

Just as Xue Xiang was about to dodge away, the roar of the Seven-Edged Thunder Fang shattered the mountains and seas.

Its body was engulfed in raging lightning and fire, its bone spikes were like spears, and its arcs of electricity were interwoven into a net. Even though Han Feng's sword light was continuous, he was gradually forced to only be able to parry.

Han Feng's chest heaved violently, his breath like fire, but a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

Suddenly, he slashed horizontally with his sword, temporarily forcing the thunder and fire back. He then stepped into the air, and a golden outline suddenly appeared behind him.

As the golden light rose, the void trembled, and a majestic golden body vaguely materialized, its features yet to take shape, but already exuding a sacred and solemn aura.

Xue Xiang clicked his tongue in amazement. This was clearly a technique from the Dharma Body lineage, extremely domineering.

Having witnessed such incredible skill, Xue Xiang decided to continue watching the battle for a while longer.

However, before Han Feng's golden body could solidify, the Seven-Sided Thunder Fang, realizing the danger, launched its ultimate attack. Seven bone spikes crashed down simultaneously, and lightning coalesced into a thunderous roar, heavy as if the sky were collapsing.

Han Feng wielded his sword with dazzling speed, yet he was still forced to retreat step by step, his precious sword almost slipping from his grasp.

The golden statue that was just about to be formed was already showing signs of disintegration.

"Heaven is not on my side."

Han Feng cried out in pain, about to crush the ritual ring.

Just then, thirty feet to the northwest, a dazzling golden light burst forth.

Then a long golden chain stretched across the sky, and a colossal object gleaming with metallic luster slowly materialized.

It was a divine weapon formed from the essence of literature.

The divine weapon was solid, with a body cast in bronze and a skeleton of metal. Its six huge, cold, hard barrels spun and roared like the thunder of war drums.

It was none other than Xue Xiang's trump card, the Gatling gun!
He always repays kindness. After the auction, Han Feng tried to win over the crowd, but no one bought into it except Xue Xiang.

Han Feng generously gifted three Foundation Establishment Pills without asking for anything in return, and Xue Xiang naturally had to repay this favor.

In an instant, the six cannon-like gun barrels spun, sparks flew wildly, and bullets engraved with golden runes, carrying a mighty force, poured down like a thousand troops!

"Da da da da..."

The roar was continuous, like ten thousand scrolls of scripture roaring at the same time.

A golden rain of bullets swept across the void, shattering the earth, sending stone walls flying, and completely drowning out the sound of the wind!
The Seven-Sided Thunder Fang was filled with shock and rage. Its back was repeatedly bombarded, its scales shattered, and purple lightning flew everywhere. Its massive body was forced to retreat repeatedly!

Each bullet that struck its body exploded into a golden flame, scattering sparks and blood mist, its ferocity comparable to being struck by lightning.

"What...what kind of divine weapon is this!"

Even the well-informed Han Feng was stunned.

"Brother Han, quickly gather your strength, I can only delay for a moment."

Xue Xiang shouted loudly.

"Good brother, thank you for your kindness."

Han Feng was extremely grateful and shouted loudly.

After a volley of fire lasted for more than ten breaths, Xue Xiang's spiritual energy was exhausted, and he hurriedly stuffed a Rejuvenation Pill into his mouth.

Just then, the enraged Seven-Sided Thunder Fang locked its blood-red eyes on Xue Xiang, and suddenly transformed into a raging torrent of thunder and fire, rushing towards him!

Its speed was as fast as a thunderbolt from the sky.

Fortunately, Xue Xiang acted first, crushing a teleportation talisman. With a flash of light, he was already a hundred feet away.

The spot where he had stood was covered by lightning and fire, which exploded in all directions, and a huge gash was forced open in the sea.

It is conceivable that if he hadn't crushed the teleportation talisman beforehand, he would have died on the spot.

Still shaken, Xue Xiang cast another Swift Wind Talisman, using his inner energy to create a bridge that propelled him swiftly through the air.

Completely enraged, the Seven-Pronged Thunder Fang seemed to have made him its new target, abandoning Han Feng and rushing towards him.

Xue Xiang dodged and leaped, narrowly avoiding the attack of the Seven-Sided Thunder Fang twice. His spiritual power had not yet recovered, and he was so exhausted that he saw stars.

Seeing the Seven-Sided Thunder Fang attack for the third time, Xue Xiang could no longer hold on and was about to activate his last teleportation talisman.

Just then, Han Feng's voice suddenly rang out, "With my righteous spirit, all laws crumble!"

In a flash, a five-zhang-tall golden statue appeared in front of Xue Xiang, its face like that of an ancient saint, its eyes filled with majesty.

It reached down, its palm flashing across the sky, forcefully blocking Lei Liao's attack.

The thunder and fire trembled violently, but were firmly suppressed by the golden light of the Dharma image.

Han Feng stood on the void, between the eyebrows of the golden Dharma image, his robes fluttering and his sword flashing like a rainbow.

The Seven-Sided Thunder Fang suddenly retreated, staring blankly at Han Feng's golden body, and ceased its attack.

It had already sensed the deadly threat posed by the golden body that Han Feng had formed.

Han Feng bowed to Xue Xiang and said, "I will always remember your kindness, my brother."

"Brother Han, you flatter me."

Xue returned the greeting and said, "Brother Han, now that you have gained power, I have other important matters to attend to, so please excuse me for not keeping you company. I wish you good luck."

Having said that, Xue Xiangwen transformed into a gust of wind and vanished in a flash.

At this moment, the effects of the Rejuvenation Pill had not yet taken hold, and his spiritual energy was completely depleted, putting him in a very dangerous situation.

…………

Deep in the dense forest, the snow had not yet melted, and the branches and leaves drooped low, with occasional startled crows taking flight.

Xue Xiang held his sword and walked slowly. Suddenly, a rustling sound arose from the woods ahead.

The Rejuvenation Pill was quite effective; his spiritual energy gradually recovered as he flew here.

The virtual map showed that there was a group of blue-level monsters in this area, and Xue Xiang did not intend to let them go.

Just as they passed through a thicket of bushes, a group of blue-level monsters burst out of the forest. They resembled giant wolves, but had bone spurs on their backs, fangs that were gleaming white, and claws that were sharp as metal. The sound of them slamming to the ground was like the pounding of an iron hammer.

Upon seeing Xue Xiang, the lead wolf cried out in alarm and led its pack out.

Xue Xiang's expression remained unchanged. With a flick of his sleeve, his sword spirit manifested. He unleashed the Wind-Stopping Step and charged into the wolf pack, his sword flashing across the battlefield.

The sword's power is ever-changing, appearing and disappearing in an instant, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, sometimes in the south, sometimes in the north, and it is incredibly sharp, capable of even breaking through the armor of a black-level demon.

The limited defense of the Azure-level Demon Wolf posed no obstacle whatsoever to Sword Courage.

In less than ten breaths, before the twenty-three azure-level demonic wolves could finish howling, blood splattered, and their bodies were chopped into pieces, their azure crystal cores all stored in their document rings.

Then, the demon egg burst forth and devoured flesh and blood in an instant.

Xue Xiang glanced at the document ring and sped south. Before long, he saw a black-level demon monster coiled in the mountain stream.

This beast resembles a giant ape, with arms like iron pillars, a completely black body, and eyes that burn with fire.

When Xue Xiang saw it, it also saw Xue Xiang.

With a furious roar, it slammed its fists into the earth, sending rocks flying and creating surging shockwaves that seemed capable of shattering mountains.

This was a black-level demon monster, so Xue Xiang didn't dare to be careless and directly crushed a Gale Talisman.

With the power of the talisman, his Breath of Breath Step was as light as a wisp of smoke. Holding the Sword of Gall, he moved like a gust of wind swirling leaves as he charged towards the ape monster.

Ten breaths later, Xue Xiang dodged the ape monster's powerful attack, circled behind it, and shot out his longsword, instantly piercing through the back of the ape monster's head, with the blade protruding from its brow.

Blood splattered everywhere, and the giant ape collapsed to the ground with a thud, causing the mountain stream to tremble.

The black-grade crystal core was once again stored in the document ring, and the demon egg excitedly roared out, devouring the demon in an instant.

"Why would you want a purple-grade crystal core? You're just being delusional."

Xue Xiang is very satisfied with the current rate of return.

Glance at the virtual map and continue onward.

boom!
boom!
boom!
A series of huge explosions erupted in the valley.

In the next instant, Xue Xiang's figure transformed into a gust of wind, sweeping past the three wounded black-level monsters.

The three-headed black-level monster was instantly decapitated.

The battlefield was pre-planned by Xue Xiang, and the tactics remained the same: lay in ambush with Yuanbao beads in advance, detonate them silently, severely injure the monsters, and then take the opportunity to kill them.

But the effect was still excellent.

The three black-level demonic monsters caused Xue Xiang little trouble before being beheaded. With three more black-level crystal cores in his bag, Xue Xiang was overjoyed and almost wanted to roar.
Just as he continued searching for prey on the virtual map, the demon egg had already rushed off to devour the remains of the demon.

To Xue Xiang's surprise, the three purple light spots were still shining on the map.

If you do the math, more than two hours have passed since he started the hunt.

How can a three-headed purple-level monster be so resilient?

He quickly regained his composure.

Purple-level monsters are not their type; they can kill them however they want.

He couldn't be more satisfied with his current situation.

Just as he was about to head to the next hunting ground, the blue patterns on the surface of the demon egg faded away, gradually turning into pure gold.

The eggshell is crystal clear like jade, with shimmering light, like a small, blazing sun.

"What's going on? Did it devour too many demon corpses and start evolving?"

As Xue Xiang was pondering, the demon egg suddenly leaped back to his side, slowly rotating around him and emitting a low hum.

"What is this doing?"

Xue Xiang grabbed the demon egg, his mind racing, and tried to channel literary energy into it.

This introduction caused the literary flair that Wen Gong had been trying to exude to vanish as if it were a mud ox sinking into the sea.

Auspicious light emanated from the demon egg.

"Is it really going to mutate?"

Xue Xiang increased his literary output.

The gushing literary energy was completely absorbed by the demon egg, and after more than twenty breaths, the literary energy in Xue Xiangwen Palace was almost exhausted.

Just then, the sky and earth suddenly changed color.

The wind in the valley suddenly stopped, dark clouds rolled in the sky, and thunder rumbled faintly, as if a calamity was about to strike.

Suddenly, dazzling light burst forth from the demon egg, stinging people's eyes.

Xue Xiang felt a tightness in his chest, a tremendous sense of oppression rising in his heart. He immediately retreated dozens of feet, focusing his attention on guard.

The demon egg slowly floated out, enveloped in golden light, as if seeking a place to settle down.

It flew leisurely to the top of a towering tree in the forest, and then darted into a tree hole.

Suddenly, a bolt of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by a flash of lightning.

With a deafening roar, a bolt of lightning as thick as a water bucket struck down, instantly turning the entire giant tree into dust, even its roots vanishing into thin air.

The demon egg popped out and hurriedly burrowed into a nearby hole.

Xuan Ting rose again, the valley trembled and cracked, and the earth's fire surged.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The thunder roared and raged, cracking the ground inch by inch.

Xue Xiang was utterly horrified and had already retreated to a distance of over a hundred feet.

Before long, the demon egg was forced to emerge from the ground by Xuan Ting's cleavage.

In an instant, more than ten arcs of electricity fell from the sky, surrounding the demon egg in the center and unleashing a frenzied barrage of power.

The demon egg seemed to have exhausted its spirituality, losing its ability to escape, and obediently surrounded by electric arcs.

After a hundred breaths, the thunder subsided, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, and the world returned to clarity.

As the dust settled, the demon egg fell to the ground with a thud, its entire body charred black.

Xue Xiang rushed forward and grabbed the demon egg. The lingering lightning power stung his skin, causing him excruciating pain. He released the egg, and it crashed to the ground, cracking open.

The next instant, the charred black shell cracked open, and a small figure crawled out.

It is golden all over, with a round head, short limbs, and bright black eyes, as lively as black grapes.

Its two little horns curved upwards, its expression was adorable, and a few strands of lightning still flickered on its body.

Its appearance is about 70-80% similar to the milk dragon in the cartoon. Its round eyes suddenly swept over Xue Xiang, and then it shrank into a golden ball.

With a whoosh, it flew erratically through the air and darted back to its old home in memory—Xue Xiang's sleeve.

"The heavenly tribulation only produced this? What a coward!"

Xue Xiang reached into his sleeve and touched it. It was soft and fluffy, like a meatball, except that the meatball was shaking wildly, like a cell phone on vibrate.

Xue Xiang gently stroked its body, and gradually, it stopped trembling and suddenly hugged Xue Xiang's fingers tightly.

Xue Xiang felt a bit helpless, but then he thought, "Isn't this just a newborn baby? Let this little cutie get used to it for a while."

He then focused his mind on the document ring, continuing to observe the virtual map and look for new hunting targets.

As soon as his mind sank into it, Xue was surprised to find himself in shock.

To his surprise, he discovered that the three purple light spots were all moving rapidly, and their directions were all the same, pointing directly at him.

Immediately afterwards, he noticed that the numbers representing the trial participants were rapidly following behind the three purple light spots.

"What's going on? Could it be that the birth of the little cutie has alarmed these purple-level monsters?"

Xue Xiang took out a booklet from his storage ring. The booklet was the notebook of the previous owner of the magic egg, which was a gift from the seller when he acquired the magic egg.

Xue Xiang quickly flipped through the notes. If the description in the notes was true, then this demon egg was very likely a descendant of a gold-level demon king.

According to the notes, the Gold-level Demon King, on his deathbed, poured all the power of the golden crystal core into the demon egg.

This explains why the initial formation of the demon egg triggered a heavenly tribulation.

This also explains why the birth of this adorable little one alarmed even a purple-level demon.

Xue Xiang sensed something was wrong and his mind raced.

Abandoning the little one and running away is certainly the best course of action.

But he had hatched this adorable little one himself, and after spending so many days and nights together, he simply couldn't bring himself to be cruel to him.

This thought is not valid.

With a wave of his hand, bronze array flags flew out and hovered in the air.

Xue Xiang scattered a handful of spirit stones, and then summoned an array in the void.

After about twenty breaths, the spirit stone emitted light and dispersed into the array flag. The runes in the array flag lit up, and with a whoosh, the array flag sank into the ground, and streams of array light surged up.

Suddenly, the earth trembled, the rocks cracked, and a huge phantom of a black tortoise appeared.

Its back was like a mountain, its tail coiled like a snake, and its four claws treaded on the ground. The array patterns radiated thousands of rays of light, like a heavenly shield, firmly protecting Xue Xiang within a ten-zhang radius.

However, just as the burst of light solidified, a thunderous roar suddenly echoed from the sky!
Three enormous shadowy figures swept in, accompanied by a powerful gale that instantly leveled the entire dense forest.

Upon seeing this, Xue Xiang was immediately shaken.

The central seven-sided thunder fang, its body charred black, with two of its seven bone spurs broken, still crackled with lightning, its fangs menacing, its eyes blood red, and its roar like thunder.

The sea-splitting serpent on the left has mottled and broken scales, and bloodstains that are still wet. Its body is as thick as a mountain. With a flick of its tail, towering clouds and mist rise out of thin air and roar for hundreds of miles.

On the right is the Sky-Devouring Eagle, its wings blotting out the sky, its feathers as black as iron, the wind whistling between its wings, and with each flap of its wings, countless sharp wind blades shoot out, creating a sonic boom that tears apart the mountains.

The three purple-level monsters were all covered in blood and were in a state of disrepair, clearly having suffered significant injuries in the previous fierce battle.

However, at this moment, their huge eyes were bloodshot, their pupils fixed on the place where Xue Xiang was, their eyes filled with greed and madness.

It was as if some irresistible desire was driving them to attack relentlessly.

The three purple-level monsters launched their attacks almost simultaneously.

In an instant, thunder tore through the sky, clouds pressed down on the earth, and wind blades poured down like ten thousand swords. The three forces combined and crashed down in an instant!

boom! !

With a single strike, the Xuanwu phantom's chest armor shattered, its tortoise shell crumbled inch by inch, and before its snake tail could finish his hissing, it collapsed and disintegrated amidst the wind, thunder, and torrents.

The entire Lesser Vehicle Xuanwu Formation shattered in a single breath!
Xue Xiang felt a tightness in his chest, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and was swept up by the terrifying impact, crashing heavily against the stone wall like a kite with a broken string.

The stone wall suddenly cracked, sending rocks flying and the valley trembling.

"Be careful, my dear brother!"

Han Feng flew over, his body exuding a sinister aura, his face deathly pale.

Clearly, dealing with the purple-level monster for so long had taken a toll on him.

As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of men charged in from all directions.

One person, resembling a sharp blade, exuded a fierce aura. In terms of imposing presence, he was in no way inferior to Han Feng. This was Mo Rufeng, who, like Han Feng, was fighting a purple-level demon monster all by himself.

Suddenly, the three purple-level demons roared to the sky at the same time!

The seven-sided thunder fangs opened wide, and a purple thunderfire crystal core emerged from its chest, flashing with purple lightning and resonating with a thunderous roar.

The sea-splitting python raised its head and exhaled, purple light surging in its throat. A water-light crystal core leaped out like a sea pearl, overflowing with boundless spiritual brilliance.

The Devouring Eagle flapped its wings and cried out, but a purple crystal core was spat out from its dantian, its sharp light radiating outwards, like endless wind blades taking shape.

Three purple-grade crystal cores hung in mid-air, reflecting each other's brilliance.

The light suddenly intensified, instantly weaving a protective array that blotted out the sky, like an invisible curtain that firmly covered one side, completely isolating Han Feng and the others.

"This is... a purple-level demon actively activating the power of its crystal core?"

"They've been fighting us for so long, and they haven't used their crystal core power at all. Are they fighting desperately?"

"What exactly did Xue Xiang do to them? As far as I know, monsters use the power of crystal cores, and the backlash they suffer is considerable."

"Just now, there was a flash of lightning in the sky here, it seems someone is undergoing tribulation."

"Xue Xiang undergoing tribulation? Don't be ridiculous, he hasn't even reached the Foundation Establishment stage yet, what kind of tribulation is he undergoing?"

"Could it be that a rare treasure has been born here, and has been obtained by Xue Xiang?"

"Even Core Formation cultivators can't control the rare artifacts used for tribulation, so how could Xue Xiang possibly control them?"

"........."

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, the three purple-level demonic monster launched another frenzied attack. In an instant, various chaotic lights coalesced into a dazzling sphere, which shot towards Xue Xiang.

Xue Xiang's body was already enveloped in a golden and purple aura.

He seemed to stand amidst a sea of ​​golden and purple clouds, his robes fluttering, his eyes flashing like lightning, and then he uttered in a deep voice, "The wind and rain rise over Zhongshan, turning the landscape yellow and gray."

boom!
The sky suddenly changed, dark clouds rolled in furiously, and mountains and rivers trembled.

The wind howled like blades, the thunder roared like waves, and golden light intertwined with purple clouds, transforming into the image of Zhongshan collapsing, majestic and imposing.

The light waves unleashed by the three purple-level demons were completely swept into the wind and rain of Zhongshan, shattering them to pieces.

"Heavens! Although it borrows the literary style of the ancients, the verses with such a grand style are simply exquisite."

"This is... using poetry to create momentum, and shaping scenery into a battle formation!"

"The image of Zhongshan Mountain is so magnificent; this is only the first sentence!"

"No matter how beautiful the poem is, or how great its power, can it kill three purple-level demons at the same time? After fighting these demons for so long, who doesn't know that each of them has strength that is in no way inferior to the top human experts?"

"........."

Discussions and debates arose.

Xue Xiang's robes fluttered, and his recitation rose again: "A million-strong army crosses the great river!"

In an instant, the world changed color!
The wind and rain from Zhongshan swept into the river, causing the river water to churn.

On the river, countless warships stretched as far as the eye could see, their flags flying high at the bows, fluttering like fire.

Millions of iron steeds, in orderly ranks, marched in with overwhelming force!

The roar of cannons filled the air, and the surging waves of the river mingled with the flames, creating an endless, raging torrent.

The spring river was cleaved open by their iron will, and the river surface became a road to heaven.

The iron torrent rolled on, the red flags fluttered, and the military might surged, as if the torrent of the times was pouring down, vast and unstoppable!
The three-headed purple demon raised its head and roared angrily, unleashing a surge of thunder, torrents, and wind blades.

However, Jiang Tao's million soldiers shouted in unison, their voices rolling like thunder: "Kill!"

With a shout, the river water surged backward, the rolling waves transformed into an iron wall, and the mighty army swept down with unstoppable force!

The seven-sided thunderbolt burst with lightning, but was forcefully repelled by countless guns and cannons;

The sea-splitting python writhed and swam wildly, only to be pierced by heavy artillery fire, its blood staining the river.
The Sky-Devouring Eagle flapped its wings in an attempt to escape, but was met with a barrage of bullets that blotted out the sky, its feathers flying and its mournful cries echoing through the air.

All the onlookers were horrified and their hearts trembled.

Everyone knows that such a magnificent and spectacular sight is a manifestation of imagery, yet it is just as magnificent as real mountains and rivers.

"Where are these soldiers from? Their ferocity is unprecedented."

"A million soldiers march down the river, their momentum unstoppable!"

"He actually transformed a million soldiers with the power of a single poem!"

"Is this even human?"

"........."

Xue Xiang's eyes flashed like lightning, and his voice shook the surrounding area: "The tiger crouches and the dragon coils, today is better than before."

Suddenly, a colossal city appeared in the void, with dragons coiled and tigers crouching, and towering city walls.

The moment the city appeared, its imposing presence was like a mountain collapsing, majestic and unshakeable.

The seven-sided thunderbolt roared as it soared into the sky, bombarding the city walls with lightning and fire, but was steadily swallowed up by the city walls, and the lightning disappeared inch by inch.

"The city is being suppressed. This is using the city's appearance to demonstrate an indestructible force!"

"As expected of a melancholy autumn traveler, I am convinced today!"

The three demons seemed to realize that danger was imminent, and at the same time they contracted their crystal cores, and beams of light formed to firmly protect themselves.

Xue Xiang channeled his energy into his dantian and chanted in a long, loud voice, "The world has been turned upside down, a truly magnificent and stirring sight!"

boom!
Mountains and rivers were upside down, the sky was overturned, and an invisible hand easily crushed the array of light.

The Heaven-Devouring Eagle tried to flap its wings and escape, but it was firmly suppressed by the reversed universe, its wings breaking inch by inch, and its mournful cry shook the heavens!
"The world has been turned upside down! This is no longer a matter of human power, but the might of Heaven!"

"Is this guy playing the role of the ruler of heaven and earth?"

Xue Xiang's face was pale, but his eyes burned fiercely, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"We should press our advantage and pursue the fleeing enemy to the bitter end, rather than seeking fame like Xiang Yu."

In an instant, countless golden spears and iron horses galloped out from the void.

Iron cavalry stirred up dust, long spears pierced the wind, and the aura of slaughter permeated the mountains and fields.

The thunderous hooves thundered like heavenly drums, charging straight at the three purple-level monsters!
In the midst of battle, a towering figure stands, wielding a long sword whose light is awe-inspiring.

His body was as imposing as a mountain, his sword as radiant as the sun, and he looked down upon the three-headed monster with a cold and stern expression.

The Overlord's longsword struck down, and the three great demons were sent flying with a bang.

The onlookers fell silent.

Even Han Feng, who had always been calm, was filled with shock in his eyes.

Xue Xiang's chest heaved, and he suddenly looked up, his voice shaking the heavens:

"If Heaven had feelings, it too would grow old!"

boom!
The sky split open, and a long golden-purple rainbow descended from the dome, as if the very life force of heaven and earth was burning.

In an instant, it was as if the power of time had been bestowed upon the three demons!

The scales of the sea-splitting python decayed instantly, and its body broke apart;
The wings of the Devouring Sky Eagle turned to ash, and its mournful cry was piercing.
The seven-sided thunder fangs dimmed, their lightning fading, and their fangs crumbled inch by inch!
"Could it be that the poem is used to avert calamity and steal one's lifespan?"

Mo Rufeng murmured.

Xue Xiang's blood surged, and with his last cry, as loud as thunder, he proclaimed, "The vicissitudes of life are the true path of humanity!"

Upon hearing this, Xue Xiang coughed up blood, and his black hair instantly turned white.

The heavens and the earth roared simultaneously!
The golden-purple sea of ​​clouds surrounding Xue Xiang exploded completely, and billions of rays of light transformed into a mighty river, pouring down from the heavens!

The long river cuts straight through the mountains and sweeps across the valleys, turning everything it passes into golden light.

Before the three-headed purple-level demon could finish its roar, its body was already cut into countless pieces by billions of rays of light, its blood and bones turning to dust!
There was deathly silence between heaven and earth.

Only the golden light remained, vast and magnificent, enveloping the mountains and rivers, like an eternal sky.

The onlookers were stunned, their throats dry, and for a long time no one dared to speak.

Suddenly, someone murmured, "Poetry becomes battle, every line is a kill, annihilating the three demons..."

My teacher once said, "A Confucian scholar's word can shake mountains and rivers; today I truly believe it..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the mountain winds howled, and the golden and purple light dissipated.

Xue Xiang stood alone in the void, his clothes stained with blood, yet he appeared like a god descending to earth.

(End of this chapter)