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Chapter 190: The Sword Sovereign of Fudao Battles the Demon Ancestor!
Chapter 190: The Sword Sovereign of Fudao Battles the Demon Ancestor!
As astonishment filled Xuan Tianyi's heart, the other Great Cultivators turned their gazes towards the distance.
The demonic aura of the Demon Ancestor, Yazu Juecangsheng, was drawing nearer, and they could no longer afford to worry about the situation within the Three Dynasties. The impending battle would be a matter of life and death for them.
A figure appeared out of thin air beside Liang Canghai. This person wore a blue Daoist robe, exuding a handsome and elegant aura. His hair, a mix of black and white, framed his brows, from which emanated a detached air as if he had seen through the mortal world.
As he appeared, the others bowed to him in respect.
Xuan Tianyi snapped back to attention, his eyes flicking towards the newcomer.
This person was none other than the Daoist Lord of the Cangtian Sect!
One of the three Great Vehicle Realm cultivators in the Three Dynasties, the Sword Sovereign of Fudao, was now recognized as an existence beyond the Great Vehicle Realm. Only Xuan Tianyi and the Daoist Lord remained at that realm.
The two rarely met, as they had to oversee different battlefields.
Liang Canghai turned to the Daoist Lord and asked respectfully, "Master, can you discern the Demon Ancestor's cultivation level?"
The others also looked at the Daoist Lord, their faces tense.
The Daoist Lord replied, "The Immortal Dao realm, but I cannot pinpoint the exact level. However, it's certain that even if we join forces, we won't be a match for him."
His voice was soft, but his words landed like a heavy hammer in the hearts of everyone present, draining the color from their faces.
A battle to the death!
These words had often been on their lips, but now that they faced an invincible foe, their hearts couldn't help but falter.
"Even if we aren't his match, we must still hold him back and wait for the Sword Sovereign of Fudao to come to our aid," Xuan Tianyi said, his tone carefree and fearless, even carrying a hint of mirth.
At his words, the other Great Cultivators seemed to grasp at a glimmer of hope, their eyes sparkling with newfound determination.
One of them couldn't help but ask, "Will the Sword Sovereign of Fudao really come? Over the years, he has only acted on behalf of the Tai Xuan Gate. He may not be a part of the Tai Xuan Gate at all but someone from overseas, hiding and cultivating within the sect. Perhaps he doesn't wish to interfere with the continent's affairs, but some people have drawn his ire."
These words caused the group to falter once more.
Xuan Tianyi raised his hand, and a blue lotus appeared in his palm. He gazed ahead and said, "Everyone, don't think too much. Have faith in the Sword Sovereign of Fudao and the Tai Xuan Gate. If the Sword Sovereign of Fudao truly had no connection to the Tai Xuan Gate, there wouldn't be the words 'Righteous Dao' on the Buddha Platform."
"We seek immortality, but even the immortals overseas cannot achieve true immortality. So-called immortals merely have longer lifespans than mortals. Since death comes for us all, it's better to face this calamity head-on and let our true selves shine, rather than wither away in our caves. That way, we won't have wasted our cultivation."
His words resonated with the other Great Cultivators, and they began to adjust their mindset, steeling themselves for the upcoming battle.
At the same time, ten thousand miles away, in a desolate plain.
The Demon Ancestor strode forward, a vast demonic fog trailing behind him, blotting out the sky and sun. The formidable aura emanating from him devoured all the white bones in his path.
His white hair danced wildly, and his tattered robe fluttered in the wind. With four eyes fixed ahead, his brows were furrowed in a slight frown.
A bird emerged from the demonic fog behind him and swiftly landed on his shoulder. It was a white dove, tilting its head as it asked, "Demon Ancestor, you seem hesitant."
Its voice sounded like that of a little girl, light and pleasant.
The Demon Ancestor gazed into the distance and said, "Earlier, a human displayed the aura of an immortal, and there was an even stronger aura. But both disappeared in an instant, leaving me unable to discern their cultivation levels."
At this, the white dove probed further, "Could there be someone stronger than you in this world?"
"How could there not be? If there weren't, why would I need to be resurrected?"
"Then why insist on heading south? This land is vast, and there's no need to wipe out everyone. If you're hungry, we can find food in the sea. There are so many demonic beasts there..."
The white dove chattered on, painting a picture of the ocean's grandeur.
The Demon Ancestor listened intently, his steps never slowing.
The land was desolate, strewn with countless bones. With each step he took, the demonic fog behind him surged forward, engulfing half the world in darkness. He was like a harbinger of doom, driving away the light with shadows.
After the white dove spoke for a while, the Demon Ancestor finally replied, "Little demon, sometimes, in this world, strength can be a mistake. I cannot leave this continent."
At his words, the white dove froze, staring at him in a daze.
"However, even if I'm not the strongest and cannot leave this continent, no one can completely destroy me. Since we all must die eventually, I might as well see the strength of the humans in the south."
His face contorted into a hideous expression once more, his four eyes gleaming with greed and cruelty.
He shrugged his shoulders, startling the white dove into flight.
"Little demon, fly north. If you yearn for the ocean, then go. Although it's more dangerous there, it also holds more hope."
As the Demon Ancestor's voice trailed off, he took a step forward, teleporting several miles away. The demonic fog quickly engulfed the white dove, leaving it behind.
Boom!
A terrifying aura burst forth from his body, causing the ground beneath his feet to shatter. Demonic energy swirled around him, connecting with the fog behind, revealing countless demonic beast silhouettes. He seemed to be leading the entire demon race forward, his presence majestic.
Far away, Xuan Tianyi, the Daoist Lord, and the others were all startled by this display.
The humans of the Three Dynasties were equally frightened.
Having just weathered the calamity brought by Lin Jingxian, the Tai Xuan Gate had barely caught its breath before being plunged into silence once more.
But this time, the disciples of Tai Xuan Gate were not afraid. Instead, they looked forward to what would happen next.
In the Third Pill Valley, inside the pavilion...
Lu Lingjun turned her head towards the window, her delicate eyebrows furrowed as she said, "That should be the aura of the Demon Ancestor. It's truly terrifying. I wonder if the Sword Sovereign of Fudao will make a move this time. The other cultivators won't be able to hold off such demonic energy."
Gu An feigned confusion and asked, "Is the Demon Ancestor very powerful? Can even Xuan Tianyi not stand against him?"
Lu Lingjun rolled her eyes at him and retorted, "Do you think your sworn brother is invincible? Compared to the Sword Sovereign of Fudao, he's far inferior."
Gu An really wanted to represent the Sword Sovereign and boast about his second brother being invincible, but he held back.
He sighed, "When will the end of this troubled world come? When can we have some peace and live without worry?"
Lu Lingjun laughed, "Haven't you had enough peace? Besides, you don't need to fight."
"But how can I be at ease when I see you all injured?" Gu An said sincerely.
Looking at his expression, Lu Lingjun suddenly felt a twinge of guilt.
Given his personality, he did indeed worry about those around him. How could she mock him?
Although Gu An did not participate in the battle, everyone around him benefited from his support in the form of medicinal herbs and pills. His contribution was no less than that of the disciples who fought.
Lu Lingjun took a deep breath and said, "Rest assured, it will be over soon. It all depends on the battle between the Sword Sovereign of Fudao and the Demon Ancestor. Whoever is stronger will prevail."
Gu An nodded, "Let's go downstairs and comfort the other disciples. At this critical juncture, we must stand united."
His spiritual sense easily covered the land of the Three Dynasties, and he could sense that the Demon Ancestor was getting closer and closer to the Northern Border.
The two of them stood up and walked downstairs.
The disciples in the valley had gathered together, and when they saw Gu An and Lu Lingjun approaching, they surrounded them, asking Lu Lingjun how far the demonic aura was from Tai Xuan Gate.
With their low cultivation levels, they couldn't pinpoint the location of the demonic aura and were worried that it was heading towards Tai Xuan Gate once again.
"There's no need to worry," Lu Lingjun reassured them. "That demonic aura should belong to the Demon Ancestor, and it's still very far from us. Moreover, the great cultivators of the cultivation world are already preparing to face him."
The mention of the Demon Ancestor further astonished the disciples, and they couldn't help but discuss it among themselves.
Xiaochuan turned to look at his senior brother and saw him standing outside the crowd, gazing up at the sky, deep in thought.
He immediately walked over and asked, "Senior brother, are you worried?"
Gu An nodded, "Of course, I'm worried. I can't help but think that we should probably cultivate harder in normal times. At least if our cultivation is stronger, we would feel more at ease in situations like this."
Xiaochuan agreed, "Senior brother, you should indeed cultivate harder. Your talent and status are higher than mine. Don't give up."
"I'm talking about you too, dummy. Have you been diligently practicing the cultivation technique I taught you?"
"Senior brother, do you think that even if I cultivate this technique, I can reach the Golden Core realm? Can I form a Nascent Soul in this lifetime? You and I both know it's impossible. Even if I live a hundred or two hundred years longer, what's the point if all that time is spent cultivating? These are your words, by the way. As for me, I just want to enjoy life and reincarnate early. Who knows, maybe in my next life, I'll be a genius like Li Yashixiong?"
Xiaochuan chuckled, a look of anticipation on his face.
Gu An looked at the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and couldn't help but mock himself.
He always said that he respected everyone's choices, but when it came to the people around him, he tended to care too much.
He patted Xiaochuan on the shoulder and then looked towards the horizon.
It's time to think about how to slay the Demon Ancestor!
After killing Lin Jingxian, the Seven Star Spirit Realm would surely focus their attention on the Sword Sovereign of Fudao.
Since that's the case, there's no need to keep up the act!
It's time to show the world a sword technique that surpasses the might of the Tai Cang Jing Shen Sword!
Gu An narrowed his eyes, his gaze piercing through the sky as if looking towards the distant heavens.
...
In the Great Jiang Dynasty, at the Northern Border...
On a cliff, Xuan Tianyi, Daoist Lord, Xuanquan Laozu, Liang Canghai, Tianshu Daoist, and more than thirty other great cultivators stood side by side, their robes fluttering in the wind.
Following their gaze, the horizon was shrouded by a vast demonic mist. Their spiritual senses had locked onto the Demon Ancestor.
Changsheng Daoist from Sanqing Mountain, clad in a white robe and holding a whisk, waved his whisk towards the bottom of the cliff.
Rumbling—
The ground split open, and the mountain where the cliff was located separated from the wasteland, forming a deep and bottomless fissure. At the end of the fissure, a wave of spiritual energy rose, forming a shocking wall of qi that dispersed the cloud sea in the sky.
Xuan Tianyi glanced at Changsheng Daoist with his peripheral vision and then continued to stare at the Demon Ancestor.
"Everyone..." Liang Canghai was about to speak when he suddenly sensed something and looked up, as did the other great cultivators.
The sky quickly darkened, and the starry sky appeared, with countless stars twinkling and even shooting stars streaking across.
The Daoist Lord frowned and calculated with his fingers.
The Demon Ancestor also witnessed this scene, his back to the dark demonic mist while the front half of his body was bathed in the brilliance of the starry sky.
...
(End of Chapter)
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