Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

The battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.

At the border of Dingfeng Plains, all the Core Formation cultivators and their subordinate forces finally witnessed the overwhelming beast tide—a million demonic beasts surged out from the depths of the Heavenly Fire Secret Realm.

Deep within the secret realm, volcanoes erupted one after another. Coupled with the great battle that covered thousands of miles and was comparable to the Nascent Soul level, even the demonic beasts born from fire-attribute spiritual power could not withstand it. Not wanting to be burned to death by the sea of ​​fire or crushed by the aftershocks, they could only flee outwards.

Countless monstrous beasts surged out, forming a torrent that covered the mountains and plains, blotting out the sky.

The massive beast tide was led by third-tier demonic beasts comparable to those at the Core Formation stage. These third-tier demonic beasts were as large as mountains, and with each step they took, the earth trembled and cracked.

The smaller ones were only the size of a fist, clustered together like a locust plague, devouring everything in their path. Flocks of fire crows filled the sky, their shadows darkening the sunlight, and the rumbling sound of their flapping wings rolled across thousands of miles of land.

Lin Zhao, Zhu Yan, Chong Guang, and the others who had reached the Core Formation stage all knew in their hearts that behind them were tens of millions of ordinary people, and there was no way to retreat.

The battle between humans and demons has once again fully unfolded along this border stretching nearly a thousand miles.

Lin Zhao focused his mind and expanded his domain to a distance of twenty miles, covering the area with five-colored spiritual light, blocking the path of the beast tide.

He used the magical Golden Phoenix Bow, raised his hand and shot an arrow through the air. The arrow light exploded in the air, turning into countless tiny arrows. Each tiny arrow locked onto a flying demon beast, exploding into clouds of blood mist.

At the forefront of the beast tide, a peak second-tier fire python charged wildly, its scales spewing fire, smashing the corpses of lower-tier demonic beasts into the air.

Lin Zhao used the Golden Phoenix Bow to condense the Golden Rainbow Arrow again. It was a long arrow that was entirely red gold, with fine golden light flowing around its shaft, making it sharp and menacing.

An arrow pierced through the fire python's head. The massive python's head exploded instantly, and its dozens of feet long body was sent flying by the shockwave, crashing into the horde of beasts behind it, crushing hundreds of low-level monsters on the spot.

But more and more monsters kept surging up, flowing around the rocks like water, and there was no way to stop them.

Lin Zhao did not use any other methods or the Golden Phoenix Arrow. In the current situation, the Golden Shadow Arrow could clear out low-level monsters, and the Golden Rainbow Arrow could kill single targets. The consumption was controllable, and the killing power was strong enough.

With the newly purchased second-tier top-grade spiritual treasure, the Heavenly Mirror, he could see all the spiritual energy fluctuations within a thirty-mile radius, clearly identifying where there were many demonic beasts and where there were high-level demonic beasts, making his hunting efficiency extremely high.

He single-handedly held the line for thirty miles. Together with Yan Chiheng, Lin You, and Ye Xiaoxiao, who led dozens of Foundation Establishment cultivators from the market, they managed to hold off the beast tide that covered a range of fifty miles.

Zhu Yan's domain was blocked at the narrowest point of Dingfeng Plain. He slashed out with a dark red blade, which swept across hundreds of feet. A dozen second-tier demonic beasts in the front row were cut in half on the spot, and their blood splattered on the mountain rocks.

Master Chongguang spread out a hazy, gray domain of magic, like a thin mist enveloping the thirty-mile battle line. His spells looked unremarkable, but each one struck precisely at the densest part of the demonic beasts, exploding in large numbers and clearing the area ruthlessly.

The remaining Core Formation cultivators each guarded a section, some using ranged spells to bombard the beasts, others using magical treasures to crush them, and still others directly charging into the beast horde for close-quarters combat.

A burst of spiritual light erupted from the border, accompanied by the roars of demonic beasts, the explosions of spells, and the humming of magical artifacts, creating a deafening cacophony.

Nearly 100,000 Qi Refiners, over a thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators, and more than ten Core Formation cultivators stacked upon each other to form a wall of Dharma Domain, standing between the mortals and the beast tide of Dingfeng Plain, firmly blocking the surging demonic beasts and the sky full of fire mist outside.

A bloody battle raged for seven days and seven nights without end.

Lin Zhao's domain of magic never stopped, with five-colored spiritual light flowing endlessly. The defensive divine power of the Crimson Feather Golden Robe was triggered one after another, each time exploding into a curtain of crimson gold fire that stretched for miles. Any demonic beasts that came into contact with it were instantly incinerated, turning into ashes and clearing a clear area for him.

The Golden Feather Shield withstood the claws of a third-tier demon beast without budging.

The spiritual light on the robe dimmed and brightened repeatedly, and the spiritual liquid in the Nine Luminaries Thunder Pool was also consumed by 70%.

He did not back down an inch.

The battle in the core area of ​​the Heavenly Fire Secret Realm is nearing its end.

The spiritual power of the Jade Yang Fire Fiend Dharma Body has been mostly lost, dropping to fifty feet, and its aura is almost falling below the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage. The crimson-gold light has also dimmed considerably.

The golden body of the physical cultivator was punching the Dharma body repeatedly, each punch causing the Dharma body's spiritual light to flash intensely.

The Dharma body was suppressed, and its counterattack became weaker and weaker, with more and more cracks appearing on its surface.

Yang Qingxuan hovered in mid-air, a smile appearing on his lips. He had almost completed the task assigned by his master.

Leading a team to hunt down a Nascent Soul cultivator while only having Core Formation cultivation level is enough for him to gain a foothold in Tongming Immortal City. He'll also be qualified to compete for a future Nascent Soul cultivation spot.

He gripped the fourth-tier magic weapon tightly, preparing to deliver the final blow to his Dharma Body.

But he wasn't the first to make a move.

In the sky, True Man Qianqiu moved first, and the Thousand Autumns Myriad Images spread out in the clouds, with the bluish-gray spiritual light of the Dharma Domain covering a radius of a hundred miles.

The four magical treasures each occupy their proper place—the power of the four seasons flows on the scroll, the vitality of spring, the heat of summer, the desolation of autumn, and the chill of winter, four completely different auras intertwine together, like an invisible net, tightly binding the nearly thousand-foot-tall Dharma image.

As the Dharma Body was injured and its spiritual power weakened, the Dharma Form also shrank to seven hundred feet.

Master Qianqiu had been waiting for this moment. He clasped his hands together, and the spiritual power within his domain surged wildly. The spiritual light of the four magical treasures shone simultaneously, pouring into the center of the scroll.

All the power converged at the center of the Thousand Autumns Diagram, evolving into a hundred-foot-long sword. The blade seemed to bear the weight of all things, with the four seasons rotating on its edge: spring brings life, summer brings prosperity, autumn brings decay, and winter brings death. Four colors of light shone alternately on the blade.

The Thousand Autumns Blade.

This is the true killing move of the Thousand Autumns Myriad Manifestations Diagram, and also the strongest strike from True Man Thousand Autumns.

It was like a divine weapon falling from the sky, crashing down on the Nascent Soul Dharma Image.

The Dharma Form resisted with all its might. It gathered all the surrounding fire and mist, condensing it above its head into a crimson-gold barrier a hundred feet thick. But the barrier was utterly vulnerable before the Thousand Autumn Blade, torn apart in an instant like a piece of cloth.

The hundred-foot-long blade sliced ​​across the sky, cleaving the seven-hundred-foot-tall Dharma image in two from top to bottom.

Before Faxiang could even react, his two halves of his body tilted to the sides, and spiritual light gushed out from the cut like a flood bursting its banks.

Master Qianqiu clasped his hands together, and the Thousand Autumns Scroll unfolded. A bright blue light shone on the scroll, drawing in all the spiritual power of half of the Dharma Image.

Suppression and sealing were accomplished in one fell swoop.

The Dharma Form is merely a convergence of spiritual energy, not some rare and precious treasure, but it contains a Nascent Soul's understanding of its own path and direction—those things are far more valuable than ordinary third-tier spiritual objects.

Master Qianqiu put away the scroll and left the core of the battlefield without looking back, retreating a hundred miles away.

Before Yang Qingxuan could ask why, the body cultivator also moved.

The hundred-foot-tall golden body suddenly expanded, and countless golden runes appeared on its skin. Then—boom.

The golden body exploded, releasing all the power it had gathered in an instant, pouring it all onto that fifty-foot-tall Dharma body.

The shockwave swept across an area of ​​dozens of miles, tearing off a layer of the ground. The Dharma body was blasted backward, and dozens more cracks appeared on its body.

The body cultivator also retreated. Before he left, a silver-white ring flew out from his sleeve, spun around, and completely collected the spiritual power of the other half of the Dharma form.

The ring flew back into his hand. He didn't even glance at Yang Qingxuan before turning and leaving.

The two attacked almost simultaneously and then stopped at the same time, as if they had planned it beforehand.