Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Everyone is used to it; in the end, it all comes down to strength. Cultivators who can reach the late Nascent Soul stage never lack confidence in their own abilities.

Inside the Beichen Palace, True Lord Beichen frowned.

He didn't make many arrangements within the secret realm; letting Yan Feng in was simply fulfilling his promise and giving him a chance.

Now that it's going to start in six months, he figured it was either the Myriad Beasts Spirit Lord's Mansion or something from his own side.

The Qingyuan True Lord standing next to him couldn't possibly have come here just because he was bored.

However, he didn't say much.

Ultimately, it comes down to ability.

In the past six months, he has used various methods from the sect to almost completely lock onto the aura of the fifth-tier spiritual treasure. The fifth-tier spiritual treasure cannot escape his grasp.

The reason is simple—this time, it was his true form, not his Dharma body, that came.

He also brought another fifth-tier spiritual treasure with him.

Seven Kill Sword.

He was determined to win this time.

Qingyuan Zhenjun, who was sitting next to him, opened his eyes, glanced at Beichen Zhenjun beside him, and revealed a slight smile.

There aren't many people or things in this world that he cares about, but that little guy in the secret realm is one of them.

He obtained three fourth-tier magic treasures in succession.

This little guy is quite capable.

If he hadn't come, Lin Zhao might not have been able to be brought back safely.

However, since he is the master of the Dao Inquiry Hall of the sect, it is not easy for a sect to produce a secret disciple, so he had no choice but to make the trip in person.

Suddenly he sighed again.

Speaking of which, the sect has been quiet for quite some time.

The transition to the Nascent Soul stage is almost over, and another great expedition is about to begin, bringing a major purge to all sects in Yunzhou.

It is unknown how many will rise to prominence and how many will fall.

Hopefully, the little guy can grow up smoothly with the help of these magical treasures, so that he will have less to worry about for the sect.

Qingyuan Zhenjun changed his position again, closed his eyes, and started to sleep again.

Half a day later.

Lin Zhao rode the five-colored escape light and saw the distant sky that had been turned into a dark and gloomy place.

The blood moon still hung high, not yet set, but its crimson light pressed down on the ancient city's formation, causing cracks to spread across the energy barrier of the protective array.

The entire battlefield had been utterly destroyed—the land within a radius of dozens of miles looked as if it had been plowed countless times, riddled with craters and filled with dark red blood.

The outer defenses of the ancient city have all disappeared, and the land in front of the city wall has been lowered by several feet, revealing the grayish-white rock layers underneath.

Lin Zhao arrived at just the right time.

The people in the city breathed a sigh of relief when they saw him.

Qin Tianjun leaned against the city wall, a white jade sword resting across his lap, its blade riddled with cracks. Blood seeped from Xia Jin's chest.

Pei Yue's robe was torn in several places. Standing on the city wall, he saw the five-colored light and a smile appeared on his lips.

The Holy Son of All Spirits also rose.

A few hours ago, Luo Wen sacrificed fifty years of his lifespan to forcefully control the Luo Huang Cauldron and deliver a devastating blow to the Blood Moon.

That attack shattered the outline of the blood moon, delaying the activation of the forbidden technique by a few days.

Only then did Lin Zhao arrive.

Luo Wen now leans against the city wall, his hair completely white, and his face etched with deep wrinkles.

Because there was no one to teach him, the cultivation system in the secret realm was incomplete. Even though his combat strength was comparable to that of a Core Formation cultivator, he only had a lifespan of less than two hundred years. That attack just now cost him fifty years of his lifespan.

He doesn't have much time left.

The Holy Son of All Spirits is very interested in Lin Zhao.

The situation in the secret realm is almost settled; only one of the nine holy sites remains.

But before that, if he could fight a secret disciple of the same level, it might allow him to further improve his strength.

The competition within the Myriad Beasts Spirit Lord's Palace is extremely brutal. If he doesn't fight desperately, he will be dragged down from his position as Holy Son sooner or later.

He flew into the air, facing Lin Zhao, and was about to speak.

Lin Zhao did not look at him.

If he hadn't obtained the Luo Tian Palace, Lin Zhao would still have been in the mood to compete with him, but right now he truly wasn't.

With a fourth-grade high-level magic weapon pressing down on him, all he could think about was how to get it out of there.

In his eyes, the Holy Son of All Spirits was no longer a matter of the same level.

He took out the Golden Phoenix Bow directly.

Draw the bow. Release the string. Draw the bow again. Release the string again.

Three Five Elements Extinction Divine Arrows were fired one after another, all shooting into the air towards the Blood Moon.

The first arrow pierced the center of the blood moon, and five-colored light exploded, causing the outline of the blood moon to tremble violently.

The second arrow struck the same spot immediately, and the blood moon began to crack, with countless fissures spreading outwards.

The third arrow pierced straight through—the blood moon was swallowed up by five-colored light from within.

boom--

The blood moon exploded.

Five-colored light shot into the sky, dyeing half the sky with an aurora of interwoven colors.

The shockwave swept outwards, clearing away the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles, allowing sunlight to shine directly down onto the battlefield that had been shrouded in blood for several days.

When the sunlight shone on the bloodstains on the ground, dark red steam rose up.

The Holy Son of All Spirits was stunned.

Shouldn't there first be a battle of wits and courage between the holy sons? Testing each other, advancing step by step, each revealing their trump cards, and finally breaking through on the brink of life and death—that's the script he envisioned.

Why did you attack right away? How did you destroy the Blood Moon without saying a word?

Are all members of your Cangming Sect so unruly?

Do cultivators from other continents really flip tables like that?

Then came utter fury.

Lin Zhao's actions showed that she didn't take him seriously at all. Not just disrespect, but outright ignoring him.

This hurt him more than being humiliated to his face.

He stood in the air, his expression changing from astonishment to ashen, then to flushed red.

His hands were trembling.

"Okay." He gritted his teeth, squeezing out each word slowly, "It's really good."

"No one has ever—no one has ever dared to ignore me like this. Lin Zhao, you are the first."

"Today, no matter the cost, I will make you die here."

He raised his hands. The blood energy scattered on the battlefield—the blood mist left after the blood moon shattered, the death energy that had not yet dissipated on the battlefield, and the blood energy seeping from the soil that had been eroded by the blood moon—was all drawn to his hands.

At the same time, it was drawing blood from countless demons behind it. One by one, the demons collapsed, their bodies withered and blood gushing out from their bodies. Countless blood lines rose up and converged on the body of the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Spirits.

The myriad beast demon bodies appeared and began to coalesce.

It was a hundred feet tall. It had a wolf's head, a bear's body, eagle's claws, and a snake's tail. Its body was covered in dark gold scales, and it had bone wings growing from its back. Eight eyes on its wolf head stared fiercely at Lin Zhao.

Because it was formed from condensed blood energy, the Myriad Beasts Demon Body emitted endless blood mist, as if a blood-soaked demon god had descended to earth.

He was about to make his move.

Then he saw Lin Zhao's expression.

Lin Zhao hovered in the sky, looking down at him as if he were a fool.

He now held a sword in his hand. The sword was long and slender, its surface shimmering with a uniform silver-white starlight, and its blade was covered with fine, pale blue light. Countless runes were engraved in the middle of the sword.

The fourth-tier sword-wielding magic weapon, the Starry Sky Rift Sword.