I established the Eternal Immortal Clan by taming beasts.

On the ruins of Burning Bone Pass, the morning light had not yet fully risen.

The once majestic wall has collapsed in large part, with the corpses of monsters and guards, tattered armor, broken weapons, and shattered array bases piled up on the cliff.

The wind blew from the depths of the Fulong Mountains, passing through the broken battlements, emitting a low, mournful wail, like an unending elegy.

Those faces that once stood guard on the gate, those hands that once formed hand seals before the array patterns, those spears that once pointed at the beast tide, are now scattered among the rubble and dust, gradually cooling as the night wind blows over them.

But as the wind passed through the ruins of the gate, it suddenly changed direction, as if drawn by some invisible force, and converged on the same low hill.

That low hill is located 300 miles west of the main pass of Fen Gu Guan. It is inconspicuous and doesn't even have its own name on the map.

But at this moment, that low hill is glowing.

Dark red spiritual light emanated from within the mountain, flowing slowly along the repeatedly carved array patterns, like a heart awakening, each beat pushing more energy toward the summit.

It was a massive Blood Fiend Soul Refining Array that covered the entire mountaintop.

It was completely different from the Zhao family's setup that Lin Che had seen before; its scale was immeasurably larger, and its rank was much higher.

The array patterns radiated outward from the center of the base, like an infinitely magnified spider web, enveloping the entire mountaintop in an ominous dark red halo.

Gu Chaoxi stood in the center of the array, her hands forming a hand seal, spiritual light flowing from her fingertips, connecting the last spiritual path between the array patterns and the core node.

He then took out a dark red array plate from his storage bag and placed it into the array; this was the core array eye of the great array.

Behind him, hundreds of array masters simultaneously formed hand seals, and spiritual energy surged into the array base like rivers flowing into the sea.

The array plate fell into the array, and its spiritual light suddenly surged.

A dark red pillar of light shot up from the mountaintop, like a giant pillar that had been set ablaze, piercing straight into the clouds and dyeing the entire sky a flowing dark red.

The beam of light exploded in the clouds, transforming into countless fine threads of spiritual light that spread in all directions, like a giant net being woven, drawing in, gathering, and converging all the power of the souls from the Burning Bone Pass, the Suppressing Evil Secret Realm, and those that had not yet completely dissipated on the battlefield.

On the ruins of Burning Bone Pass, the corpses that had not yet been collected trembled simultaneously, as if gently touched by an invisible hand.

The scattered fragments of souls drifted in the night sky, drawn by the dark red beam of light, and like ashes scattered by the wind, they reassembled into new shapes and began to converge on the same low mountain.

Wherever the silk thread passed, countless tiny specks of light appeared in the air, like fireflies awakened from their slumber.

Those points of light are fragments of the souls of those who died in battle.

There were cultivators, demonic beasts, guards, rogue cultivators, and souls that had been sleeping for thousands of years in the Zhensha Secret Realm.

Drawn by the beams of light, like iron filings attracted by a magnet, they surged toward the mountaintop from all directions, hovering, converging, and compressing above the formation before finally sinking into the depths of the formation's core, gradually merging into one in the dark red spiritual light.

Within that towering pillar of light, a gigantic, dark red, ethereal spirit was slowly taking shape.

Its form is still unstable, its outline is blurry and distorted, like a dark red cloud that has been repeatedly kneaded, and each surge changes its shape.

Tens of thousands of souls surged, intertwined, tore, compressed, and reorganized within it, gradually coalescing into an unprecedented existence.

…………

Black Wind Ridge, deep within the Demon Palace of Rebellion.

Xueyuan stood on a high platform suspended above a cliff.

There were no railings around the high platform, and the edge was a bottomless abyss. The night wind rushed up from the bottom of the cliff, making his robes flutter loudly.

A huge spiritual mirror floated in front of him, its surface as smooth as a lake, reflecting the entire Blood Fiend Soul Refining Array in operation.

The dark red light reflected on his face, making his already cold and stern features appear even more profound.

Blood Abyss's gaze fell on the enormous, forming Yin spirit on the Spirit Mirror, his face expressionless.

"It's time."

His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached the ears of every monk waiting below the platform.

Below the platform, hundreds of array masters looked up at the same time, their gazes falling on Xue Yuan.

"Let's begin."

The moment the command was given, all the array masters simultaneously formed hand seals, their movements perfectly synchronized.

As their fingers flew through the air, they created delicate trails of spiritual light, casting the prepared spiritual materials, stones, and pills into the array bases surrounding the platform.

The spiritual materials shattered the moment they fell, transforming into the purest energy, which surged into the array's veins, merging, fusing, and rising with the spiritual light, pushing the entire array's operating speed to a new level.

The spiritual light of the formation suddenly surged.

A dark red light exploded from the base of the array, surging upwards along the patterns that had been carved countless times, illuminating the entire outline of the cliff in that instant.

The array bases fixed to the rock face emitted a low hum, and rubble rolled down from the edge of the cliff, crashing into the abyss below with several muffled echoes before being swallowed by the deeper darkness.

Above the platform, the spiritual light drawn by the array was surging, contracting, and expanding at an increasingly rapid pace.

Xue Yuan took out a dark gold pill from his sleeve.

That was indeed a Nascent Soul Pill!

He opened his mouth, swallowed the pill, and then closed his eyes.

The moment the pill entered my throat, it was like a lit fuse exploding inside my body.

A surge of scalding medicinal power spread outward from his abdomen, rushing along his meridians to his limbs and bones. Wherever it passed, the originally smoothly circulating spiritual energy began to surge, expand, and rise uncontrollably, like a ignited tide.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged in from all directions, converging around his dantian. The incoming spiritual energy was like a repeatedly compressed tide, layering on his meridians and pushing the repeatedly refined spiritual paths to their limit.

Energy was also being injected into the formation simultaneously.

The dark red spiritual light extended upwards from the bottom of the platform, flowed into his legs, climbed up along his meridians, and merged into his nascent soul.

Xue Yuan frowned slightly. The energy was heavier than he had expected, like a river that was being repeatedly compressed, each impact creating new cracks on the surface of his nascent soul.

The nascent soul began to tremble violently in his dantian.

Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the nascent soul that had been polished for hundreds of years. These cracks deepened and spread under the impact of spiritual energy, like a net being pulled open, with each impact pushing the net outward a step further.

Those cracks intertwined, converged, and grew, spreading from the bottom of the nascent soul to the top, penetrating deep into the core from the surface. Each impact pushed the barrier that had been locked for hundreds of years even thinner.

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On the flying boat at Fangjia South Camp.

As Fang Wushuang stood in front of the bridge, her gaze fell on the receding clouds outside the window, and her body suddenly stiffened for a moment.

She sensed an unprecedented energy fluctuation, which came from the direction of Black Wind Ridge, traveled hundreds of miles, and precisely struck the boundary of her perception.

"Black Wind Ridge... Are we, the Fang family, just going to let the Demon Palace of Rebellion break through like this?"

Fang Zhenshan sat in the main seat, his eyes closed as he circulated his internal energy.

His breathing remained steady and normal. He didn't open his eyes, only replying, "How could it be that easy?"

Fang Wushuang remained silent for a moment, without asking any further questions.

Her gaze remained fixed on Black Wind Ridge, sensing the rising energy fluctuations. The energy was accumulating upwards at a speed far exceeding normal breakthroughs, like a volcano about to erupt rapidly gathering its final power.

………………

At this moment, outside the mountain peak of the Demon Palace of Rebellion, a large number of flying boats had already been arrayed in mid-air.

The flying boats were arranged in three horizontal rows, completely sealing off the sky above the Demon Palace of Rebellion. The crossbows at the bows of the boats were all cocked, and the array patterns on the crossbows were turning from dark to bright, like countless eyes that were gradually opening.

A large number of Nascent Soul cultivators have gathered outside.

A large number of Nascent Soul cultivators had gathered outside, with the Fang family cultivators at the forefront, followed by elites drawn from various forces.

Nascent Soul cultivators from Chiyang Mountain, Yunshui Immortal Pavilion, Xuanfu Sect, and other small and medium-sized sects affiliated with the Fang family were all present.

Their gazes all fell on the same spot, on the surging spiritual light above the gate of the Demon Palace of Rebellion.

The purpose of this trip is clear: to prevent the person from the Rebellious Demon Palace from breaking through to the Nascent Soul stage.

The Fang family gave the Rebellious Demon Palace a chance to break through to the Nascent Soul stage, but they didn't say they wouldn't send someone to stop them.

But when they saw the figure breaking through, everyone's expression changed.

"Blood Abyss! How could it be you?!"

The person standing before everyone was not the master of the Rebellious Demon Palace, but the Grand Elder of the Rebellious Demon Palace—Blood Abyss.

The Fang family elder standing at the forefront frowned, his voice filled with obvious surprise: "Where is Qin Wudao?"

No one could answer his question.

The cultivators in the flying boat array began to exchange glances, then looked at the Fang family elder, awaiting his instructions.

…………

At the same moment, outside Burning Bone Pass, five hundred miles south of the great formation, a tall, slender figure stood on the ridge of a low mountain.

The figure wore a dark purple robe, the hem of which was billowed by the night wind.

With a refined and scholarly appearance, he didn't look like the leader of the Demonic Sect, but rather like a teacher who had been sitting in the academy for many years.

This person is none other than Qin Wudao, the master of the Rebellious Demon Palace.

His gaze fell on the surging dark red pillar of light in the distance. He didn't turn around, but a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Xue Yuan is currently breaking through in Black Wind Ridge, serving as bait to attract the Fang family's attention, while he himself has already left the sect.

But at that moment, a golden light shot into the sky from the main hall of the Fang family headquarters.

The beam of light, like a giant golden pillar ignited, pierced the sky, turning the entire sky into a flowing expanse of pure gold.

The pressure it exuded undoubtedly reached the Nascent Soul stage, drawing all eyes within a hundred miles in the same direction.

The Fang family actually has a second Nascent Soul cultivator?

Many forces are actually eager to make a move.

Don't be fooled by their complete obedience to the Fang family's instructions. Whether it's sending most of their resources to attack the Hundred Herbs Valley forces or following the Fang family to besiege those who broke through the Rebellious Demon Palace, they all have their own plans.

Some forces planned to let their own Nascent Soul cultivators attempt breakthroughs amidst the chaos, having already prepared Transformation Pills and spiritual items. Other forces were waiting for the Fang family to be preoccupied with their battle against the Rebellious Demon Palace and have no time to deal with them, so that they could break through.

But at this moment, the golden beam of light was like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing all the thoughts that were heating up at the same time.

The Fang family actually has a second Nascent Soul cultivator!

Those sects immediately quieted down, and the spiritual materials they had already begun to gather were put back into the warehouse.

Suddenly, all the sects became quiet and began to observe, wanting to see what other tricks the Demon Palace of Rebellion had up its sleeve.

……

At the same moment, the war puppets hidden outside Burning Bone Pass made their move.

Their bodies slowly rose from the mountains, valleys, and ruins surrounding Burning Bone Pass, like ancient stone statues awakened by the same command.

Those outlines that were once covered by grass and trees, buried by soil, and worn by wind and sand are now emerging from the earth again.

Stone chips and soil fell from their armor surfaces, revealing the repeatedly carved array patterns beneath. These patterns began to light up one by one under the moonlight, spreading from the bottom to the top, awakening the spiritual paths that had been frozen for countless years.

They walked with heavy steps toward the Blood Fiend Soul Refining Array.

Each step left a footprint several inches deep on the ground, and each step spread the tremors of the earth in all directions.

The footprints formed a straight line in the soil, stretching from where they lay dormant all the way to the foot of the glowing hill.

Outside Shattered Star Lake, in Lin Xuanfeng and Tie Wushuang's workshop, an extremely thin beam of spiritual light shone from the core of the war puppet, like a lit fuse, spreading deeper along the modified spiritual paths.

The spirit patterns they had re-engraved flickered slightly as the light passed by, then continued to advance along the predetermined path, illuminating the reconnected spirit paths one by one.

Then, the three war golems slowly rose and walked towards the Blood Fiend Soul Refining Array.

Lin Xuanfeng stood in front of the array plate, his gaze fixed on the flickering spiritual light.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the edge of the array plate, without saying a word, only slightly narrowing his eyes.

Without a doubt, the Demon Palace's scheme has entered its final stage.

The Lin family members also got busy at this moment.

Lin Xuanjing and Lin Xuandong are organizing people outside the city to clean up the battlefield, deal with the mountains of monster corpses, and treat the wounded...

Lin Xinyao met with the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Demon King's envoy in the temporary camp on the south side to discuss the resettlement of the tribes and the next steps in cooperation.

The core members of the Lin family no longer have time to deal with the Nine-Tailed Heavenly Fox Demon Emperor and his group.

The rest of the people in the command post, including Lin Che himself, focused all their attention on these war puppets.

After all, what is about to happen is a major event that will change the entire landscape of the Southern Region!