Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

The moment the remnant body of the extraterrestrial demon broke free of its seal and was revealed to the world.

That darkness and chaos, seemingly embodying all the negative concepts in the world, was about to unleash its rage and hunger, suppressed for millennia, with unbridled abandon.

However, its enormous body, which is not yet fully formed and exists between reality and illusion, is still in a state of flux.

It had just risen, and hadn't even had time to unleash its first full wave of malevolent pressure upon this fragile plane—

The dimensional barrier, that invisible membrane of laws that protects the Bing-749 semi-plane from direct erosion by the void, and the chains of laws that maintain the suppression of realms.

Suddenly, a crisp, cracking sound, like glass shattering, rang out!

The power of the Purple Mansion level revealed from within the remnant body of the Heavenly Demon raised the upper limit of the plane's realm.

This allowed the four True Immortals, with their higher-level law authority, to forcibly open four temporary portals that could only be used in one direction!

The moment the portal opened, the bewildered Heavenly Dao Will, awakened by the appearance of the Heavenly Demon, instinctively gathering the power of the plane's origin and frantically brewing destructive lightning punishment above the ruins of the Sanctuary, seemed to pause for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, four figures, seemingly real yet illusory, appeared to step from the distant void into the sky beneath this newly devastated hellish wasteland.

On the left, a Taoist priest in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes still indifferent, as if the world-destroying demon beneath his feet was not a newly unsealed monster.

His arrival was silent, yet it inexplicably quieted down the originally violent and chaotic evil energy and spatial turbulence around him, as if they had been subdued by some invisible order.

On the right, the red-haired old man stood on a crimson cloud, looking with great interest at the ever-twisting and shifting darkness below, a playful smile on his lips, as if he were assessing a rather interesting prey.

Ahead, a woman in white sat cross-legged in the void, a white jade zither resting on her lap. Her fingertips lightly pressed the strings, her expression as clear and cold as snow. A pure aura that cleansed away filth emanated from her body, silently dissolving the darkness and chaos that attempted to invade.

Behind them, an old farmer in a straw hat leaned on a bamboo cane. He looked the most ordinary, but he happened to block the direction that the remnant body of the Heavenly Demon instinctively sensed was most likely to escape or have a wider impact. His cloudy old eyes were slightly raised, and his gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the writhing darkness and see into the depths of its chaotic core.

Four Purple Mansion True Persons have descended!

The remains of the demon, which had just broken free of its restraints and was about to let out its first destructive roar to celebrate its freedom, suddenly froze in motion with its countless writhing and twisting tentacles and mimicking giant mouth and eyeballs!

A sense of danger, far clearer and more deadly than when it was sealed, carrying the aura of a hunter, overwhelmed its chaotic and tyrannical core of will like a bucket of ice water.

The next second—

The Taoist in green robes didn't even glance at the emaciated body of the Heavenly Demon, who looked as if facing a formidable enemy.

His gaze first fell on the ruins of the sanctuary below—the edge of the enormous abyss that had just been broken open by the remnants of the Heavenly Demon.

He casually flicked his right sleeve, the movement light and effortless, as if he were merely brushing away a speck of dust.

"Buzz..."

In the ruins, in those corners that were collapsed and buried, and impacted by violent energy, a dozen faint white light shields suddenly lit up!

Within the light barrier were those Foundation Establishment Breakers who had previously broken into the Sanctuary, assisted in breaking the seal, and then tried to escape by crushing the jade talisman, but were ultimately devoured by the burst of light!

The numbers... are clearly wrong. There were over forty people when they entered, but now only eleven light shields are lit!

Moreover, seven or eight of the light shields were extremely dim, and the figures inside were so weak that they had almost disappeared.

Clearly, even with the life-saving jade talisman's teleportation protection, it still suffered near-devastating damage in the final impact of the Heavenly Demon breaking the seal and the spatial collapse. It was only by sheer luck that it managed to stay alive.

The Taoist in the green robe frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the loss, but his hands continued moving.

The cuff seemed to transform into an invisible vortex, and the eleven white light shields, along with the Foundation Establishment cultivators whose fates were unknown within them, were effortlessly drawn into them and disappeared.

Only then did the remnant of the demon seem to snap out of its oblivious act of cleaning up the battlefield. Instinctive rage overwhelmed the fear it had felt moments before.

"Roar... Guh... Hiss!!!"

A roar, indescribable in any known language and a mixture of billions of noises and malice, suddenly erupted from its ever-changing dark core!

The sound wave, accompanied by an even denser, more filthy aura and chaotic mental shock that was enough to erode the magical artifact's spiritual light, spread outwards like a tsunami!

Its enormous dark body suddenly expanded, and countless tentacles lashed wildly, whipping the space itself and making it groan, as it lunged at the green-robed Taoist who was closest to it and had first offended it!

"Shut up!"

A sound as clear and cold as icy spring water colliding rang out, carrying an undeniable sense of annoyance.

It was the woman in white playing the zither.

She didn't even look up at the approaching darkness; her delicate brows furrowed slightly, as if she found the noise unbearable.

She casually plucked the string downwards with her right index finger, which was resting on the string.

"Zheng—!"

A clear and solitary zither melody rang out, not grand, but instantly drowning out the chaotic roars of the demon's remains, echoing clearly between heaven and earth.

As the music played, behind the woman in white, a fleeting phantom image of a towering willow tree, its trunk reaching for the sky, its branches supple and its leaves seemingly imbued with boundless vitality and tranquility, vanished in a flash!

The moment the willow tree phantom appeared, the raging remains of the Heavenly Demon, that enormous, ever-changing dark body, was as if bound and imprisoned in place by countless invisible yet extremely flexible willow branches from all directions and from every conceptual level that constitutes its existence!

Its swollen body froze, its waving tentacles solidified, and its roar abruptly ceased!

It was as if a dynamic, terrifying painting had been suddenly paused.

Only that mass of darkness, its form forcibly fixed, remained, trembling slightly in place, unable to even make the slightest movement, let alone utter a sound!

Only in those many mimicked eyes, filled with chaos and malice, did a clear and unmistakable look of horror and disbelief emerge for the first time.

This kind of confinement is not brute force suppression, but more like the application of a higher level of law, directly binding its existence itself, making it difficult for it to even express the concept of struggle.

"Tsk," the red-haired old man clicked his tongue, seemingly finding it somewhat boring, "So it behaves itself now? I thought it would flutter around a bit more."

"Alright, enough with the nonsense."

The old farmer in the straw hat raised his head and glanced at the sky.

There, the dimensional tribulation lightning, which had been instinctively gathered due to the awakening of the will of Heaven and the sensing of the appearance of such a deadly and extremely harmful extraterrestrial demons, had already reached its limit!

The pitch-black tribulation clouds covered an area of ​​hundreds of miles, and countless purple-white and dark gold lightning snakes roamed and collided wildly within the clouds, emitting a thunderous roar that made one's soul tremble!

The aura of destruction locked onto the imprisoned remains of the Heavenly Demon below, and also subtly affected the four Purple Mansion True Persons beside it—the Heavenly Dao was ignorant, but instinctively repelled any overly powerful alien objects that threatened the stability of the plane.

"Our 'Little Heavenly Lord' has quite a temper; he can't wait any longer."

The old farmer's tone remained calm, but carried a hint of urging.

"Let's finish this quickly, lest we scare this little guy back to sleep."