Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

The main battlefield.

The leader of the giant axe was chopping back two entangled Li family cultivators with a single axe blow when suddenly his body stiffened, as if his heart had been squeezed tightly.

He turned his head to look in the direction of the stone hall, where the earth's veins trembled and he felt a sense of connection being severed, which made him roar in shock and rage.

"roar--!!!"

He ignored Li Xiangping and turned to rush into the settlement.

Li Mutian, who had been suspended high in the sky, his aura blending into the night, opened his eyes at this moment.

A flash of crimson-gold light appeared in his eyes.

He took a step forward, and the air beneath his feet exploded with shockwaves. His figure fell to the ground like a meteor, heading straight for the giant axe leader.

While in mid-air, his right palm was covered with a layer of crystal-like crimson flames. The palm print swelled in the wind, growing to the size of a house, carrying the scorching heat that could burn the eight directions and the majestic pressure, before slamming down!

"Mysterious Radiance Palm!"

The leader roared, his entire body burning with dark red malevolent energy. He swung his giant axe, unleashing a perfectly round, blood-red arc of light, and slashed back towards the giant fiery hand!

Crimson gold and dark red collide!

There was no loud noise, only a piercing, ear-piercing shriek and a terrifying wave of high-temperature air sweeping across the scene.

The crimson axe light shattered inch by inch under the giant fiery palm in less than a breath. The giant palm, its momentum undiminished, slammed solidly into the leader.

"Snap, snap..."

The sound of bones cracking rang out like popping beans. The demonic beast bone armor on the leader's body instantly vaporized, and his massive body crashed into the ground, creating a deep, human-shaped crater.

In the pit, his body was charred black, his limbs twisted at bizarre angles, and only his chest rose and fell slightly, proving that he still had a breath left.

The leader was crippled with a single blow!

The remaining indigenous warriors in the settlement, seeing their leader's miserable state and sensing the disappearance of the terrifying aura from the direction of the stone temple, completely collapsed their last shred of will to resist.

They let out meaningless screams of terror, scurried around like headless flies, and some even threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed, making strange syllables.

Li Xiangping was covered in blood, and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly, a sign of his severe depletion of spiritual energy.

He glanced at the gray-skinned creatures kneeling and kowtowing, their eyes filled with primal fear, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Things that can't understand human speech are just a nuisance if you keep them around."

His voice was hoarse, but resolute: "Kill them all, leave no one alive."

The command flag was waved down.

The Li family cultivators silently formed ranks again and advanced. Swords slashed, spells bombarded. Some knelt, some fled, some hid…

All the gray shadows that could still move were quickly caught up with and killed.

Screams, dying cries, and the sounds of sharp weapons piercing flesh mingled in the dim light of dawn, the pungent stench of blood mixed with a foul, malevolent aura that was nauseating.

When the dark red "sun" in the east struggled to reveal half of its outline, casting its dim light across the valley, the battle was completely over.

The settlement was deathly silent, with only the embers of the still-burning shacks crackling in the air.

The ground was littered with strangely shaped, grayish-brown corpses, and the flowing blood stained the dark red earth a deeper purplish-black.

The Li family cultivators silently moved through the pile of corpses, checking for any survivors while tending to their injured companions.

In this battle, the Li family suffered eleven serious injuries and over thirty minor injuries, with no fatalities. The consumption of talismans, elixirs, and magical artifacts is incalculable.

Li Xiaoyao emerged from the ruined stone hall, carrying the priest, whose cultivation had been crippled and who was tightly bound, as if he were a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

Li Mutian stood at the edge of the deep pit shaped like a human, looking at the leader at the bottom of the pit, a charred mass with only a faint trace of life remaining.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

"It's all cleaned up."

Li Xiangping approached to report, his face splattered with blood, his eyes weary yet still sharp. "We captured several females and cubs hiding in the pit. What should we do with them?"

Li Mutian looked at the priest in Li Xiaoyao's hand, then at the leader at the bottom of the pit, and slowly uttered two words:

"Review it, then dispose of it."

The open space in front of the stone hall was eerily quiet.

The priest lay sprawled on the ground, like a pile of rotten flesh with bones removed. The dried mud on his face cracked, revealing the ashen skin beneath.

His cloudy eyes twitched occasionally, but they were empty, devoid of any emotion, as if his soul had long been taken away.

Li Xiaoyao squatted down in front of him, not intending to ask any questions. Asking would be pointless; the difference between the two sides' conversations was greater than that between humans and livestock.

He raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and a bright, deep golden-red halo gathered at the tip of his finger. It wasn't big, but it was eye-catching.

Several young tribesmen nearby unconsciously swallowed, holding their breath.

The idea of ​​soul searching sends chills down your spine.

Li Xiaoyao's finger fell and touched the priest's brow.

"Uh—ha..."

The priest's body arched upwards suddenly, convulsing violently, and a broken, bellowing sound came out of his throat.

It looked like countless tiny insects were crawling and burrowing under his skin.

A chaotic, chilling, bloody, and distorted totem-like fragment was forcibly torn out.

I don't have any solid memories, just fragmented and frightening scenes:

The trembling figure kneeling before the grotesque stone statue, and the still struggling creatures—sometimes demonic beasts, sometimes whose outlines resembled their own kind—

They were dragged to the dark entrance of the palace, where a muffled sound came from the ground, shaking their very souls.

Fear and hatred of the boundless wilderness beyond the settlement... Finally, a word shrouded in fear emerges from the depths of the fragments—"the defiled sanctuary."

Li Xiaoyao frowned, his divine sense probing deeper, trying to touch that forbidden word root.

"Pop".

A soft sound, like stepping on a bubble.

The priest's head suddenly tilted to one side, and dark red blood slowly flowed from his seven orifices.

His already fragile soul fire collapsed and went out the moment it touched the core taboo.

Li Xiaoyao withdrew his hand, and the light at his fingertips dimmed.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes seemed to be covered with a thin layer of ice.

"His soul has dissipated."

He stood up, his tone indifferent, and casually wiped his hand on the hem of his robe, as if it had gotten dirty.

Then, he walked to the side of the charred, human-shaped crater.

The giant axe leader at the bottom of the pit was even less recognizable as a human.

His entire body was charred black, countless bones were broken, and only a barely perceptible rise and fall of his chest remained, clinging to his last breath.

Li Mutian's palm strike nearly shattered him into dust from the inside out, even dispersing his tyrannical and malevolent aura.

Li Xiaoyao had even less to worry about regarding this person.

Similarly, bring two fingers together and tap them on the other person's broken forehead.

This time, the fragments that rushed into the sea of ​​consciousness were more violent and simpler.

It was all about slaughter, hunting, roaring, and greed for power.

How did this settlement come about? I can't remember, it seems like it's been here for a long time.

His thoughts about that thing belonging to Prince Shi were a mixture of using it, fear, and a deep-seated dependence.

He knew that the "Holy Spirit" could bring strength, but also disaster; his chaotic mind couldn't contain any more of it.

Similarly, when touching upon certain deep connections that may point to other settlements or "defiled sanctuaries."

The leader's remaining spirit groaned under the unbearable burden before collapsing completely and dissipating.

The second head also tilted to one side, and the breath ceased.

The two soul searches did not take long.

Li Xiaoyao straightened up, his face showing no joy, but rather a faint shadow.

"Not much of value was extracted."

He said to Li Mutian, who was walking over, "They call that thing down there the 'Holy Spirit,' and they feed it with blood offerings."

"The priest knows more, but the soul is too fragile; it shatters at the slightest touch."

"We only managed to find a place name—'The Sanctuary of Impurity,' which seems to be the source of their deepest fear. We don't know where it is."