Building a long-lasting family lineage starting with genealogy

Chapter 403 The Demonic Tribulation Begins!
Outside the Black Prison Swamp.

The surging, boiling demonic energy rushed in from the horizon, like an overturned sea of ​​ink, instantly swallowing half the sky.

It was a dark, endless tide.

They remained outside the Heaven-Sealing Formation.

At the very front, a dozen or so figures floated silently.

The aura was sometimes violent, sometimes cold, sometimes eerie, like more than a dozen erupting demonic volcanoes, their malevolent energy soaring into the sky.

Each of them exuded a powerful aura of a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Following closely behind were hundreds of Golden Core demonic cultivators.

They rode on various colored lights, sometimes accompanied by foul winds, sometimes wielding miasma and demonic treasures, converging into a terrifying, colorful demonic cloud.

Judging from the aura alone, it is extremely mixed.

There are people at the early, middle, late, and even perfect stages of the Golden Core realm.

Behind them were tens of thousands of Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators, densely packed and in disarray.

Men, women, young and old.

Their eyes were filled with excitement.

"All Foundation Establishment cultivators are to enter. Those above the Golden Core stage are to enter at their own discretion. There will be a tide of demonic beasts in this war between the two domains. If you value your life, you may stay outside the Heaven Sealing Formation."

Enter only after the ancient battlefield appears.

The one who spoke was a middle-aged man with black hair, a burly figure over two meters tall, dressed in black tight-fitting clothes, and carrying a blood-red longsword on his back.

His entire being was shrouded in a menacing aura.

The malevolent aura was substantial and viscous, and its appearance was chilling.

The words fell.

All the Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators let out ferocious laughter, bypassed the Nascent Soul cultivators, and rushed into the Heaven-Sealing Formation.

More than twenty Golden Core cultivators looked at each other.

"My blood corpse desperately needs a lot of fresh blood, hehehe~"

Amidst a strange laugh, an old man in a blood-red robe transformed into a streak of blood-red light and charged straight in.

Followed by.

Those skilled in demonic cultivation of ghosts, demonic cultivation of killing, and demonic cultivation of baleful energy, etc., all end up in prison.

In the blink of an eye, more than thirty of the hundreds of Golden Core cultivators were gone.

For them, it was like entering this place to collect a powerful medicinal herb.

The remaining golden cores remained motionless.

Upon seeing this, the middle-aged Nascent Soul cultivator with black hair suddenly spoke up again: "Fellow Daoists, why don't you go in and have a look at this grand spectacle that happens only once every five hundred years?"

"Hmph, it's just a prison, what's the point of going in?"

"In that case, let's go and join the other fellow cultivators. I just wonder when Lord Badao and the others will arrive?"

Thousands of miles away.

On the other side of the Black Prison Swamp.

Another group of demonic cultivators also arrived.

Moreover, the number of people on this side is much larger, almost twice the number of demonic cultivators in the Black Prison Swamp.

After the Foundation Establishment and some Golden Core cultivators entered the prison area, they also headed towards the Black Prison Swamp, where they met up with the black-haired middle-aged man halfway there.

As of now.

The number of Foundation Establishment cultivators reached as high as 30,000, and the number of Golden Core cultivators also reached over 100.

Their aim wasn't solely to slaughter mortals and low-level cultivators to cultivate demonic techniques or create demonic artifacts; they also wanted to wait for the Golden Core cultivators from Tiannan to arrive before engaging in battle.

They plundered their resources and wealth.

And hunting third-tier monsters to obtain materials.

As for the resources in the prison, they basically have nothing they value.

"I didn't expect it to be Fellow Daoist Jueqing leading the team over there," the black-haired middle-aged man said with a faint smile.

"Fellow Daoist Zhang Dao, it's been over two hundred years since we last met. You've actually reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage. I truly envy you."

"Compared to Fellow Daoist Jueqing, you are still quite a bit inferior. You are not far from the realm of a Great Cultivator, are you?"

"Becoming a Great Cultivator is not so easy. In the last hundred years, I have heard that two fellow cultivators in the mid-Nascent Soul stage have passed away. Only Fellow Daoist Ba Dao has extraordinary talent and has successfully entered the Great Cultivator stage."

I guess this is where my life ends.

Most people came for the ancient battlefield, while those who wanted to enjoy the killing have already entered the prison.

"Given Tiannan's past practices, it should take another two or three days to get here."

"They've always been like this, not wanting to bear the burden of killing, yet unwilling to give up the fortune of the ancient battlefield. How hypocritical, but it suits the wishes of many on our side."

"I wonder who among them is the biggest beneficiary of this massacre."

Dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators chatted idly here.

Some people speculated: "I think it's Old Demon Wu. He has two peak third-tier blood corpses, three late-stage third-tier corpses, plus the cultivation of a perfect Golden Core."

Although his supernatural powers are not yet fully developed, even those who have perfected them would have to give way.

"By the time of this battle between the two domains, all his blood corpses should have reached their peak."

"Rong Yang is not bad either. He is in the late stage of Golden Core, has mastered the Ghost Path, and has raised tens of thousands of Yin Souls. He is only missing a peak third-tier ghost to cultivate."

If we can kill two or three late-stage Golden Core cultivators this time and devour their souls, it should be able to transform the main soul of that Soul Banner.

"The two of them were indeed infamous during the Golden Core stage. If they return safely to the Blackwater Domain, they might have a sliver of hope of advancing to the Nascent Soul stage."

"I've heard that Fellow Daoist Qiao is no less skilled than these two."

Azure Dragon Mansion.

Taihe Lake.

The forces of the eight prefectures in the Northwest have gathered together.

One after another, Dharma boats flew across the sky.

People from various prefectures gathered together, and the overall group appeared clearly divided.

The Xuan Yue Mansion's team was positioned at the very front, with all three of its Nascent Soul forces participating. Among the Sun family's team was a red-haired youth.

He was Sun Zhantian, one of the prodigies of the Sun family.

He once challenged Xu Mingxian on the Xuan Yue City arena, but unfortunately lost.

Now, he has also entered the Golden Core stage, and he formed his core using the pupil technique "Crimson Demon True Eye," which shows his extraordinary potential.

Although the war between the two regions was fierce, it was also the most challenging battle.

Almost every top power sends its Golden Core prodigies to compete and fight against the older generation of Golden Core cultivators.

Normally, it's rare to see so many Golden Core cultivators gathered together to fight.

Sun Zhantian scanned his surroundings, then immediately took to the air, leaving the Sun family's magic boat and arriving at a blue-green magic boat.

This Dharma boat belongs to the Azure Dragon Palace.

The Azure Dragon Palace only has one magic ship, and not many people are participating in this war between the two regions.

It is far inferior to other prefectures.

This was also partly due to the reason why Xu Chuan had Mo Yue warn him.

"Senior," Sun Zhantian bowed to Mo Yue and asked, "Are you the Supreme Elder of the Xu family?"

"Boy, what business do you have with me?"

"May I ask if Brother Mingxian is here?"

"Not here," Mo Yue replied calmly. "The Xu family has already gone ahead."

Sun Zhantian's eyes widened. "They know the location of the battlefield between the two regions?"

"That's none of your business. Whether you can find him depends on your luck," Mo Yue grinned. "Perhaps you can find his mutilated remains."

Or he found your remains.

Sun Zhantian was slightly taken aback, and frowned, thinking to himself: This transformed demon is extremely rude.

Without further ado, he returned to his own Dharma boat.

"Zhan Tian, ​​where did you go?" asked the elder leader of the Sun family's Golden Core Perfection team.

His name is Sun Haichao. He is not only a Golden Core cultivator at the peak of his cultivation, but his supernatural abilities have also reached perfection. This time, he is going to enter the ancient battlefield to seek opportunities.

"Go and see if Xu Mingxian is there, but that transformed demon tells me that the Xu family has already set off first."

"Is there still this?"

Sun Haichao also looked at the azure-colored magic boat of the Azure Dragon Mansion with surprise. He swept it with his divine sense and said with a faint smile, "They have few people, but they are self-aware."

Leaving aside the Xu family.

Only three Golden Core cultivators from the Azure Dragon Mansion participated this time: the Lei family patriarch, Bing Qian, and Yang Qi.

Apart from that, no one else from any of the families sent out.

All three of them were aiming for the opportunity to form their Nascent Souls. Qi Tianxiong was also paying attention to the Azure Dragon Mansion, and upon seeing its lineup, he seemed to be deep in thought.

Compared to them, the Greedy Wolf Mansion has more than a dozen Golden Core cultivators, including the Heavenly Wolf True Monarch.

At this time, with Qi Tianxiong's help, he had also comprehended his supernatural powers to perfection, and among the Golden Core cultivators who participated in the war between the two domains, his strength was among the top.

Half an incense stick later.

With a command from Zhang Daoran, the sect leader of Xuan Yue Sect: "Let's go!"

The Xuan Yue Sect's magic boat, with layers of runes lighting up on its hull, transformed into a white light and headed ahead into the distance.

More than a dozen colorful Dharma boats followed closely behind.

Boats lined up one after another, their shadows intertwined like a rainbow bridge.
They represent a large number of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators gathered from various prefectures and forces in the Northwest.

Not just in the Northwest.

Teams from the central, southern, eastern, and western parts of the country also set off under the leadership of their respective dominant powers.

The demonic cultivators who entered from the Black Prison Swamp first entered the Great Jin region.

If you take the Qinghai Forest route, you will appear on the edge of Daliang and Wei.

The rest of the place.

It was either blocked by the Hundred Thousand Mountains or by the eerie fog.

Once you enter a fog-shrouded area, it's very difficult to get out without the divine sense of a Nascent Soul level cultivator.

"Is this the legendary battlefield between the two regions? The spiritual energy is really thin," a Golden Core cultivator said with a frown.

"Fellow Daoist, why bother? It's not like you're going to stay here forever. All the creatures here are food for us. The people from Tiannan probably won't arrive for several more days."

"As long as you have the ability, you can kill as many as you want without anyone caring."

"Fellow Daoist Zhong's understanding is truly remarkable. As expected of a scion of a Nascent Soul family, he is far superior to us rogue cultivators."

"Fellow Daoist Xue, you're too kind."

"Hehehe, fellow Daoists, I've caught a whiff of fresh blood and am taking my leave now."

After saying this, Old Demon Wu transformed into a streak of blood-red light and vanished at lightning speed.

A hint of apprehension flashed in the eyes of many Golden Core cultivators, and few chose to follow his lead.

People with notorious reputations, such as Rong Yang and Qiao Chunshan, also acted alone.

Most Golden Core demon cultivators are alone.

At most, they would act together in groups of two or three.

The Foundation Establishment stage, on the other hand, involves a dozen or even dozens of people working together.

They were like a pack of hungry wolves that had broken into a docile sheepfold.

More than an hour.

Old Demon Wu then discovered a place where people lived together.

The gaunt figure of Old Demon Wu hovered high in the sky, his scarlet eyes like those of a vulture hunting for food, sweeping over a peaceful village surrounded by hills and with wisps of smoke rising from chimneys below.

The fields are crisscrossed by paths, and the sounds of chickens and dogs can be heard from afar. Children play in the fields, while old men sit idly in front of their houses.

They were completely unaware that annihilation was looming over them.

"Hehe... What a vibrant and blood-soaked land."

He licked his chapped lips, a hoarse, low laugh escaping his throat like the grinding of gravel.

For him, who cultivated the Blood Demon Path, the flesh and soul of mortals were not as good as those of cultivators.

However, it is also an excellent resource.

He raised his withered hand and patted the storage bag at his waist.

A dark red streak of light flew out, quickly unfolding in the air and transforming into an array plate covered with strange runes.

The array plate spun rapidly.

Although it was just a common second-tier low-grade item, it was enough to cover the village, which was only a few miles in radius.

"Om..."

A thin yet resilient crimson light curtain descended from the edge of the array plate, instantly covering the entire village like an inverted bowl.

The light barrier wasn't thick, but it completely isolated the inside from the outside.

The originally bright sunlight, shining through this blood-red curtain, was stained with an eerie and oppressive dark red.

The blazing sun in the sky seemed to have transformed into a blood-red sun slowly bleeding.

"What...what's wrong with the sky?"

"What is that red thing?!"

"Mother! I'm scared!"

The villagers looked up in bewilderment, then were terrified by the sight they had never seen before.

Screams, cries, and the sound of dishes falling suddenly shattered the silence.

Old Demon Wu was extremely satisfied with the chaos below.

The aura of fear made the bloodlust around him even more active.

Without further delay, he flicked his sleeves, and five terrifying figures shot out and landed in the village.

The two leading figures were nearly ten feet tall, with dark brown skin that was as shriveled as leather tightly wrapped around their exaggerated skeletons.

Its fingernails were like hooks, its sharp teeth were exposed, and two eerie green flames flickered in its eye sockets, radiating a suffocatingly malevolent aura.

It's a peak third-tier blood corpse!
The three that followed were slightly smaller, but their malevolent aura was equally intense; they were late-stage third-tier blood corpses.

"Go ahead, my darlings...enjoy yourselves!"

Old Demon Wu's voice was filled with cruel excitement.

Slaughter descended in an instant!

The blood corpse let out an inhuman roar and transformed into five blood-red hurricanes that rushed into the crowd.

They possess immense strength, with claws and teeth as sharp as magical weapons; ordinary earthen walls and wooden houses crumble at their touch.

An old man trying to protect his grandson was grabbed by a peak-level blood corpse and easily torn in two like a rag doll, with blood and internal organs splattered all over the ground.

The woman and child, crying and running, were overtaken by another blood-soaked corpse, whose claws pierced their chests.

The young men who tried to resist swung their hoes and machetes at the blood-soaked corpse, but only a few sparks flew. Instead, they were slapped in the back, their brains splattering out.

"You beasts! I'll fight you to the death!"

Several men in the village who practiced martial arts were furious.

They possessed meager cultivation at the first or second level of the Transcendent Realm, and at this moment, they charged forward, roaring hysterically.

However, their fists, feet, swords, and knives were like ants trying to shake a tree in front of a third-tier blood corpse.

A martial artist delivered a powerful punch to the blood corpse's chest, the sound of his own arm breaking clearly audible, yet the blood corpse remained completely still.

Instead, he grinned and revealed a ferocious smile, then crushed his head with a single blow.

"Why...what did we do wrong?!"

"God! Open your eyes! Save us!"

"You damned demons! May you die a horrible death!"

Desperate curses, piercing cries, and helpless pleas to heaven were all mixed together with the sounds of bones shattering, flesh tearing, and the roars of blood-soaked corpses.

A doomsday lament is playing.

The entire village has become a slaughterhouse!
Severed limbs were everywhere, and blood flowed into streams, soaking the soil.

Old Demon Wu hovered above the blood curtain, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath.

The overwhelming stench of blood and the palpable aura of despair and fear in the air caused a sickly flush to rise on his pale face, as if he were savoring a rare and exquisite wine.

"Wonderful...it's so wonderful...the struggles and cries of ants are always so moving, hehehe..."

He chuckled softly, admiring the masterpiece he had created below.

Half a cup of tea!
In the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea!

The crying and shouting completely subsided.

The village of several hundred people was wiped out, with not a single survivor.

The thick, impenetrable blood mist, bound by the array, spread and rose, enveloping the broken walls and ruins, as if draping this dead land in a scarlet veil.

Old Demon Wu removed the array plate.

Five blood-soaked corpses hung around him, guarding him.

He took one last look at the desolate, blood-soaked arena, and licked his lips with lingering satisfaction.

"It's a pity they're too weak. With such frail mortals, it would be difficult for my treasures to advance to the peak of the third tier without tens of millions of them."

He paused, then a tangible blood-red light flashed in his eyes.

Then it transformed into a dim, bloody light, carrying the blood-soaked corpse as it swept towards other villages, and even county towns and prefecture cities.

(End of this chapter)