Chapter 487: Supreme Demon Beast Stone, Xuan Feng's Past

Chapter 487: Supreme Demon Beast Stone, Xuan Feng's Past

Ke Shi San stood atop the crumbling mountain peak, his gaze fixed on the Dao Palace above.

The new layer of the grand hall finally took shape, and the Blood Sea surged upwards, soaring into the clouds.

The Eighth Layer of Return to Void!

After confirming that there were only these three powerful demons, the master no longer thought of escaping.

It turned its gaze towards the mountain below.

The head of the Third Uncle of the Turtle Race flew up, and the headless corpse wobbled as it knelt, splattering blood until it finally fell with a thud beneath the fluttering black shirt.

Wu Jun landed with a boom, stabilizing his body, and picked up the long saber on the ground.

He first respectfully saluted the young man, then directed his cold gaze towards the two remaining figures in the sky, and brushed away the shattered stones on his chest.

He indeed lacked experience, and was toyed with when facing the three demons alone.

But if it came to a one-on-one fight, these three old demons wouldn't stand a chance.

"Gudong."

Even as a general of the Turtle Army, the remaining two aged Golden Patterned Turtle Demons couldn't help but feel their hearts pounding.

According to common sense, a demon comparable to the Twelfth Layer of Return to Void facing a mere Eighth Layer of Return to Void cultivator would be like a finger snap away from annihilation.

Only a true Celestial Talent, like Su Yushang, who possessed an extremely high-quality Dao Palace and mastered profound Spirit Arts, would have the possibility of slaying them across realms.

Even the most ordinary Spirit Breath Gift had the effect of exponentially increasing the effectiveness of cultivation techniques.

If it were a rarer Azure Phoenix Immortal Qi, or even the Primordial Purple Qi, a single strand would be enough to crush ordinary cultivators of the same realm, instilling a sense of despair.

But the Dao Palace before their eyes, ravaged by demonic energy, had only eight layers and had received only seven gifts from heaven and earth.

As for the Primordial Purple Qi, which ordinary people wouldn't dare to dream of... it had seven strands.

Moreover, the concentration of each strand was far beyond that of other cultivators' Heavenly Palaces.

This made the two old generals unable to gauge the opponent's strength, as they had never witnessed such a scene before.

The so-called realm gap seemed like a joke in front of this young man.

"..."

The two great demons exchanged a glance, both seeing the intention to retreat in each other's eyes.

In an instant, the golden patterns in the sky transformed into a heavenly net, pressing down towards the ground.

The two demons didn't hesitate and withdrew in different directions.

One of them even took out a conch shell to send a message to Ke Lao Qi: "Seven Dragon Sons! Something has changed!"

Who could have known that when the Turtle Army's attention was focused on the Heavenly Sword Sect's Daoist priest,

A terrifyingly talented existence, no less than a Daoist priest, would quietly appear in the Dragon Grandson Palace.

As if it was prearranged.

Causing the foundation of the Seven Dragon Sons to be destroyed in an instant.

However, the old demon's message didn't reach the Dragon Progenitor's ears.

The golden net covering the sky and earth viciously enveloped the black-shirted figure on the ground, quickly closing in, and the dense golden threads seemed to tear him apart.

The young man's figure didn't dodge or resist, quietly dissipating in place.

Fake...

The old demon widened his eyes, never expecting that beneath such a majestic entrance, that kid was still playing tricks.

This was not the style of a Celestial Talent.

The conch shell in his hand shattered with a crack, turning into powder, revealing a sharp silver-white claw with a chilling glow at its tip, pointing straight at the old demon's face.

"Deceitful one! How dare you ambush this general!"

The old demon channeled all his demonic power, his arms forming a mountain-splitting gesture, and fiercely struck towards the silver-white armored arm! In the instant the figure in front was blasted apart.

There was no joy on his face; instead, he was engulfed by intense fear.

Instinctively, he wanted to turn back.

But a loud dragon's roar filled his mind: "Roar!"

Accompanying the roar, a sharp dragon lance attacked from behind, and the old demon, still in the pushing palm gesture, had his massive head shattered like a watermelon.

Crack.

The dull sound reverberated through the sky.

The other Golden Patterned Turtle Demon had already stopped fleeing, staring blankly at his brother's sudden demise.

In his eyes,

The opponent was exactly like his third brother, suddenly giving up resistance and allowing Sect Leader Shen to approach and smash his head with a lance.

They were both experienced old generals who had seen all kinds of situations; how could such an ugly scene occur?

It must be the effect of some profound cultivation technique.

Moreover, Sect Leader Shen's lance technique was clearly the signature move of the Thirteen Dragon Sons, the Azure Dragon Shatterstar Lance.

It seemed like this person hadn't learned any other techniques, always using Spirit Arts, and always with great mastery.

How could they fight this?

The old demon couldn't figure it out, so he stood there in a daze.

"Hmm?"

Shen Yi glanced at him with a hint of doubt.

He didn't recall using the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine on this remaining Turtle Demon.

While Spirit Arts at great mastery had an explosive effect, the consumption was also terrifying.

Moreover, he was using three techniques simultaneously.

With the foundation of the Eighth Layer of Return to Void, he couldn't support fighting multiple opponents or prolonged battles.

"Forget it."

Shen Yi retracted his gaze, not bothering to think further.

Behind the old demon, Wu Jun had already unleashed his golden patterns, tightly binding him, and then he gripped the saber hilt with both hands and slashed downward with all his might: "Sixth Uncle, die for me!"

That saber was clearly no ordinary weapon.

Moreover, Wu Jun's strength was inherently higher than these old demons, and with all his demonic power channeled into the saber, the robust body of the old demon couldn't even withstand a single breath.

Pfft!

Another head soared high.

[Slaying a Golden Patterned Turtle Demon of the Return to Void Realm, total lifespan of 246,000 years, remaining lifespan of 17,000 years, absorption complete]



The bloodline of the Golden Patterned Turtle Demons was clearly not top-tier among demons.

Not to mention compared to the Dragon Progenitors, it was probably on par with the Dragon Fish Pavilion, and the reason they could produce a demon comparable to the White Jade Capital was likely due to their connection with the Seven Dragon Sons, earning more rewards from the Dragon Palace.

Relying solely on the advantage of longevity, he forcefully piled up his cultivation.

Shen Yi didn't mind the small number.

After all, he had already earned more than enough this time.

Moreover, these old bastards had other uses.

"Huff."

Shen Yi collected the three corpses and left the place with the two Foundation Stones.

He found a secluded spot.

Only then did he summon the Measurement Column Scale again and motioned for Wu Jun to sit beside him, "Come here."

As Ke Shi San witnessed this scene, she seemed to guess something, her envy almost causing her teeth to shatter.

What level of bloodline enhancement could three Return to Simplicity Twelfth Layer Golden Patterned Turtle Demons provide for this baldy?

As expected.

Shen Yi directly turned one of the old bastard's corpses into a Blood Sea and poured it all into Wu Jun's body.

The golden light on the Measurement Column Scale extended upwards once more.

It seemed like only a small step away from completing the scale, but it felt even more challenging than the previous accumulations combined.

Wu Jun sat in meditation, closing his eyes, and his aura became increasingly profound.

Shen Yi poured in another corpse.

The golden light surged again.

This time, it almost reached the top of the entire Measurement Column Scale.

Wu Jun's aura suddenly vanished, as if he had transformed back into a stone statue, and his colors slowly faded.

"Hey! It's dead, hey!" Ke Shi San exclaimed excitedly.

"..."

Shen Yi glanced at her, and his initially tense nerves calmed down.

Decisively, he poured in the last corpse.

In an instant, the Measurement Column Scale trembled violently and then shattered!

Shen Yi watched as the spirit light in his palm dissipated, and when he looked back at Wu Jun, he found that he had completely transformed into a green-white Foundation Stone.

[Remaining Demonic Lifespan: 1,450,070 years. Can be Condensed]



Previously, he had condensed six Foundation Stones, consuming 720,000 years.

He closed his eyes, and one by one, the demons' origins were gathered and infused into the demon souls within the Foundation Stones.

Ten... Twenty... Thirty-three...

On the panel, a "Treasure" character gradually appeared behind Wu Jun's demon soul, and as more than thirty origins poured in, the "Treasure" character quietly transformed into a "Spirit" character.

Shen Yi decisively stopped.

When he looked up again, he saw that the Golden Patterned Turtle Demon Foundation Stone was glowing with brilliance, and the flowing golden light seemed to paint its limbs and bones like a divine stroke.

Until it was completely covered.

Wu Jun opened his eyes again, and his eyes were like a chessboard with golden patterns, and his pupils were like chess pieces.

A mighty aura instantly swept through the heavens and earth.

It was an entirely new realm.

"Thank my master for his grace!"

Wu Jun stood up and knelt down, knocking his head three times with a loud thud.

He had lived for so long, only reaching the Tenth Layer of Return to Simplicity, but in less than half a month with his master, he had obtained the power he had always dreamed of.

Comparable to a White Jade Capital Cultivator, even if you searched all of Southern Flood, how many could there be?

"Not bad."

Shen Yi nodded slightly, confirming his thoughts.

Ever since he learned that Senior Xuan Qing couldn't gather all the Heavenly Palaces, he had been puzzled. Could it be that a Celestial Talent who could condense a second-grade Dao Pillar at the Second Layer of Return to Simplicity wouldn't be able to visualize a first-grade Dao Pillar at the Ninth Layer of Return to Simplicity?

Impossible.

Furthermore, as a former Southern Yang Sect Daoist Priest, he must have cultivated the Six Pillars Ascension Palace Technique.

This could only mean that even six first-grade Dao Pillars couldn't support the Heavenly Palace after reaching Return to Simplicity Perfection.

There must be better Dao Pillars above the first grade.

Wu Jun's transformation confirmed Shen Yi's speculation.

He calmed his mind and looked down, focusing on the remaining feather on the ground. Its root was crimson, and its tip was dark.

It looked unfamiliar, but the scent on it was familiar and enticing.

Shen Yi reached out and picked it up, gently rubbing it a few times, and discovered that this thing was used for breath connection.

That Crimson Phoenix had come out? The last time they met, due to its overwhelming strength and being a demon beast raised by the Alliance Sect, Shen Yi had to suppress his thoughts.

Now, the situation seemed different.

A Crimson Phoenix from the Heavenly Sword Sect had some connection with Ko Lao Qi's Turtle Army.

Shen Yi pursed his lips, suddenly feeling a bit hungry.

His Phoenix Immortal Body hadn't been improved in a long time, and if not for the support of the Primordial Purple Qi, it wouldn't have been of much use. If he could invite a real Crimson Phoenix to assist him, he might be able to push his cultivation even further.

"Let's see."

Shen Yi stood up, thinking about Ko Lao Qi's mysterious movements in the Dragon Grandson Palace. He felt that this matter was more complicated.

It was better to wait and see.

Compared to the Crimson Phoenix, he was now more interested in the so-called White Jade Capital Cultivator.

Shen Yi took out the Dragon Lance again and looked at Wu Jun, "Come, try."

It wasn't often that he had the opportunity to practice with a White Jade Capital Cultivator who obeyed his every command.

"Wu Jun will obey my master's decree!"

Wu Jun didn't hesitate and stood up, seriously assuming a stance.

In an instant, the Crimson Palace appeared again.

The Primordial Purple Qi gathered on the black-shirted figure, and the purple-gold flame erupted! Shen Yi held nothing back, and the Heavenly Derivation Nine-Nine was the first to unfold.

"Hiss."

Instinctively, Wu Jun looked in a certain direction, and then, as if realizing something, he subconsciously averted his gaze, a hint of confusion in his eyes.

The next moment, a fierce dragon roar sounded from that direction.

The fierce dragon lance pierced through.

However, a palm-sized golden pattern appeared out of thin air at the tip of the lance.

The attacking lance abruptly froze in midair.

As if it had pierced through mud.

"..."

Shen Yi held the lance, silently raising his eyebrows.

Wu Jun took in his master's expression, and the golden pattern suddenly shattered, the lance tip striking his chest, causing him to stagger back a few steps before finally stabilizing his stance.

"Your spear skills are impressive, Master Shen Yi!"

Shen Yi took a deep breath, glanced at it indifferently, and casually retracted the dragon lance, too lazy to say more.

If you're going to fight, do it properly. What's the point of holding back?

Sure enough, even with the profound Primordial Purple Qi's empowerment, the Eighth Layer of Return to Void was still separated from the White Jade Capital by a terrifying chasm.

Ke Shi San remained silent, carefully observing Wu Jun's expression.

Suddenly, it realized that there was still much to learn, like developing a thick skin.

...

All Immortal Sects had vassals to support them, and the Heavenly Sword Sect was no exception.

Among the numerous vassal forces, the Sword Guard Pavilion was quite unique.

They didn't have to pay tributes or handle tasks for the Immortal Sect.

The only thing they needed to do was to protect the Cycle Sword Tree.

Of course, it was more accurate to say that the tree protected them, as even a Dao Fusion Colossus would have to exert considerable effort to destroy this naturally grown treasure tree.

The Cycle Sword Art was passed down from generation to generation.

Only one person was chosen to inherit it each generation because the sword tree only bore one fruit at a time.

Its effects were also very singular.

It helped each generation of the Heavenly Sword Sect's Daoist priests accelerate through their weakest period.

Therefore, few people were interested in taking it by force.

Even if they did, it wouldn't benefit them, nor would it hinder the Daoist priest in any way. The most the other party could do was temporarily refrain from leaving the sect, but they would eventually pass through the trial with time.

On the contrary, the cost of angering the Heavenly Sword Sect was something few in Southern Flood could bear.

Outside the Sword Guard Pavilion.

Amidst the disciples' farewell bows, two figures swiftly departed.

"How do you feel? Is everything okay?"

This wasn't Su Yushang's first time coming for the Cycle Sword Fruit, so she wasn't feeling any pressure.

She turned around with a radiant smile.

"Yes, it's a very peculiar feeling."

The graceful lady responded with a light laugh, tightening her thin veil to cover her voluptuous figure. She curiously surveyed the surroundings, simultaneously sighing, "It's been so many years... so many years since I last left the Southern Flood Seven Sons."

A hint of melancholy flashed through her eyes as she spoke.

Su Yushang, having heard about the hardships she endured over the years, sighed, "I'm truly sorry for what they've done to you... Don't worry, it won't happen again. I'll do my best to make up for the wrongs you've suffered all these years."

Su Yushang had been renowned for her beauty since childhood, and those people often compared her to her sister.

Consequently, Su Yushang wasn't fond of conversing with others, and her sister, being dedicated to cultivation, had no time for idle chatter. Only Blood Master had been by her side since her youth, like a surrogate for her deceased parents.

Watching over her cultivation and listening to her grievances.

"Forget it, let's not dwell on these unhappy matters. Where did you come from? Was it outside Southern Flood?"

Noticing Blood Master's unusual expression, Su Yushang deftly changed the subject, "Wait until my cultivation is higher, then I'll take you home to visit, and I'll ask my sister if she can let you leave."

"..."

Crimson Phoenix suddenly fell silent for a moment.

It was clear she didn't want to discuss this topic.

But Crimson Phoenix, with her single-mindedness, had secretly left her clan with her unhatched younger brother, and upon reaching the Southern Flood, they consumed some cultivators, earning them a reputation.

Then, just as the Phoenix Egg encountered an accident, requiring a massive amount of life force to repair, they set up a grand array and threw in living beings, only to be noticed by the Heavenly Sword Sect and Southern Yang Sect's stewards. After completing their tasks, the stewards conveniently took the siblings back to the sect.

It was said that those two stewards had obtained substantial cultivation resources in exchange for this service.

As the price for their progress on the cultivation path, she had her blood essence extracted for tens of thousands of years, and to this day, she still hadn't managed to break through to the White Jade Capital. Hmph!

The siblings were separated, and it wasn't until the last trip to Southern Yang's floating sculpture that she felt a faint trace of her brother's aura from the so-called 'Sect Master'.

The younger brother, whom she had never met, was most likely already in the bellies of those Southern Yang natives.

Crimson Phoenix was genuinely curious about how Su Yushang intended to make up for all this.

"Forget about going home. Crimson Phoenix never thought of it that way. After living in the Heavenly Sword Sect for so many years, it's become a strange yet inseparable home to me."

Crimson Phoenix laughed at herself.

Then, she lifted her beautiful eyes, "But I do want to visit Green Cloud Reef. I've heard the sect's disciples mention it many times, but I've never had the chance... I was afraid it would interfere with important matters."

Upon hearing this, Su Yushang's face fell, but her sister's matters were more important, despite the proximity.

She shook her head, "Next time. I'll take you out again soon, I promise."

"I was just speaking casually. Don't worry about it. You're still in a state of disgrace, so take care of yourself first. I'm in no hurry," Crimson Phoenix joked, playfully poking Su Yushang's forehead.

"..."

Su Yushang felt the cool touch on her forehead.

She slowly closed her eyes.

What her companion said was true. After what she had done in Mount Huan City, those elders wouldn't tolerate her anymore, let alone allow her to take Crimson Phoenix out of the sect.

"How about this then."

Su Yushang opened her eyes, a mischievous smile on her delicate face, "Let's go secretly, and we won't tell anyone."

As she spoke, Su Yushang extended her pinky finger, "Not even my sister can know about this."

Crimson Phoenix hesitated, clearly tempted.

Then, she lowered her head awkwardly, "It won't cause trouble, will it?"

"What's there to fear? We'll be quick, and it'll only take three hours there and back," Su Yushang hooked her pinky finger with Crimson Phoenix's, and with a crisp laugh, she said, "Let's go!"

(End of Chapter)

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