Cultivating To Immortality

Chapter 784: Dragon Pool Sinks

A blood-colored curtain of clouds covered the heavens and earth.

Immortal Master Chen Ya’s spiritual power surged around him, his hair and beard slightly lifted, and the spiritual light of thunder flickered in his eyes. He was enveloped in golden-white lightning, making him impossible to look at directly.

Facing the thin Daoist, he took a step forward.

A huge, winding lightning bolt appeared out of thin air beneath his feet.

He raised his hand and pressed it down, letting out a low shout: "Thunder Edict!"

In an instant, the winds and clouds swirled above Dragon Pool Mountain, and a pure lightning bolt suddenly formed, trapping the thin Daoist along with the ghostly skulls swirling around him.

Countless lightning bolts, as thick as buckets, transformed into Dragon Dragons and swimming snakes, pouncing on the thin Daoist from all directions.

The deafening sound of thunder and lightning swept through the entire valley. Many Cultivators in the Great Enclosure Building below and its vicinity immediately felt their Qi and blood churn, and blood seeped from their ears and noses.

"Hmph."

Amidst the sky-filling thunder domain, the thin Daoist chuckled, but his hand movements did not slacken.

Vast spiritual power converged, and countless ghostly skulls suddenly expanded. Solid black Devilish Qi spewed from their empty eye sockets and noses.

The Devilish Qi was constantly evaporated in the thunder prison, but new Devilish Qi surged out from all around him.

The thin Daoist formed a hand seal, and a small ghostly skull quickly condensed in front of him. He stretched out his large hand and fiercely slammed the skull’s crown.

A shrill ghostly wail suddenly erupted!

From the skull’s seven orifices, countless twisted and wailing resentful spirit phantoms spewed forth, stirring up monstrous demonic flames, transforming into a torrent that instead surged towards the thunder prison.

The resentful spirits collided with the lightning and dissipated one after another.

However, the fragments that burst open afterward were like maggots clinging to bones, slowly spreading within the thunder. The light of the thunder prison visibly dimmed.

The thin Daoist seized the opportunity to strike the Void Realm with a palm, and the sudden impact forcefully blasted open a gap in the thunder prison.

Immortal Master Li Luo of Hanging Sword Mountain conjured an ancient longsword.

Spiritual power surged from his entire body, flowing along his fingertips and coating the sword’s blade.

Facing the Fat Daoist who was controlling the rolling turbid waves of Yellow Springs, he pointed his sword into the air.

Cold River Breaks Clouds.

However, there was no longer the sky-filling sword light from before, nor any Sword Qi cloak.

The endless illusory sword shadows behind him instantly solidified and converged, forming a blue torrent that instantly spanned the sky.

With the terrifying might of annihilating Divine Souls and freezing spiritual energy, it instantly pierced through the turbid waves of Yellow Springs, directly striking the Fat Daoist’s true body.

A hint of solemnity flashed across the Fat Daoist’s face, and he also formed a Daoist incantation with his hands.

The turbid waves of the long river beneath his feet no longer surged and washed, but instantly became incredibly viscous and deep, with countless pale arms and twisted faces struggling and floating within them.

He spread his hands, embracing the netherworld, and the turbid waves of Yellow Springs around him formed a huge whirlpool.

The moment the Sword Qi long river plunged into the whirlpool, the turbid waves erupted with terrifying pulling and corrosive power.

That sharp spiritual energy continuously shredded those arms and faces, but it seemed to have fallen into a bottomless quagmire, its sharpness greatly diminished.

Even the decaying aura flowed upstream along the Sword Qi, attempting to erode the root of the Sword Qi.

At the same time, a portion of the turbid waves transformed into countless filthy water arrows, raining down from the sky like a torrential downpour.

Lightning raged, ghostly wails were incessant, sword light crisscrossed, and Yellow Springs swept through.

The battlefield in the sky had long since become a chaotic mess.

Every strike from a Golden Core Realm Cultivator carried an unapproachable terrifying power. The wind pressure twisted and vibrated, and spiritual power overflowed, forming a storm that shook the Great Enclosure Building below and the Dragon Pool Mountain itself.

If not for some of the Formation Foundations of the Dragon Pool Mountain Range itself barely holding on, the Cultivators below would have probably been reduced to dust by the aftershshocks of such a battle.

Immortals fought in Dragon Pool Mountain.

Outside Dragon Pool Mountain, the entire Cultivation World of Chu Kingdom was also in chaos.

"The Demon Ruins... has really arrived?!"

The scene of the Dragon Pool Mountain gathering was still being captured by the Spirit Manifestation Cloud’s photography, allowing outside Cultivators to witness it.

Although the scene was somewhat unstable now due to the epic battle of the four Golden Core Realm Cultivators, that was no longer the main point.

The Demonic Path Cultivators of the Demon Ruins had invaded the Chu Kingdom Cultivation World.

The times were about to change!

If Chu Kingdom was invaded by the Demonic Path, what about the other Border Region countries?

What about the Central Region...? Within the Chu Kingdom Cultivation World, Loose Cultivator forces, large and small Cultivation Families, and small Sects, everyone was judging and speculating on what the future situation would be like.

Lanxi Cave.

Liang Feng and his wife, Hu Qing, were gathered in front of a jade wall below the Tide Stream, along with many Loose Cultivator friends from Lanxi Cave, watching the situation at Dragon Pool Mountain.

Originally, there was laughter and joy, predicting who might be able to overpower their peers and become famous in the Cultivation World.

But when they saw the scene of the Demonic Cultivators’ invasion, everyone looked at each other in dismay.

"Husband."

Hu Qing nervously gripped Liang Feng’s hand.

After many twists and turns and several changes, the two had finally reunited and established a small home here.

If the Demonic Path truly invaded, Lanxi Cave would likely not be spared.

Although Liang Feng was also worried, he gently patted Hu Qing’s hand: "A Qing, don’t be afraid."

Buzz—

Everyone looked up at the sound, only to see a streak of escape light streaking towards Dragon Pool Mountain.

This person was none other than Jiang Chaosheng, the newly advanced Loose Cultivator Golden Core Immortal Master of Lanxi Cave.

At the same time.

A thousand miles away, the Spirit Talisman Sect was immersed in a sorrowful wail of grief.

Just now, everyone had witnessed it.

Grandmaster Ye Ding was killed by the two sudden Demonic Cultivators under the watchful eyes of all.

A Golden Core Cultivator of a generation had actually perished like this.

It was foreseeable that the Spirit Talisman Sect’s days ahead would not be easy.

Cave Abyss Sect.

Inner Sect Library.

Chen Linyuan and Wu Xusheng sat on the futons at the chessboard, with a water mirror Spiritual Artifact beside them, reflecting the spiritual image of the scene on Dragon Pool Mountain.

Wu Xusheng’s appearance had changed quite a bit since Chen Linyuan last saw him; his hair and beard were now completely white.

He didn’t even look at the situation on Dragon Pool Mountain, just continued playing chess by himself.

Chen Linyuan calmly watched the world-destroying battle in the high sky within the scene.

"Tsk, there’s really no peace anywhere."

His slightly furrowed brow showed that he was not entirely indifferent: "Don’t let that promising Sword Cultivator be crushed to death for me."

Wu Xusheng raised an eyebrow: "This place, Chu Kingdom, seems to have bad feng shui, always attracting these unlucky things."

He put down the book in his hand and casually asked, "Aren’t you going to take a look?"

Chen Linyuan raised his eyelids, glanced at the great battle on Dragon Pool Mountain, and lazily rolled his eyes.

"Just two Golden Cores, it’s not worth me personally making a move, is it?"

Wu Xusheng continued, "Going out for a walk is always a good thing."

For some reason, the look in his eyes when he looked at Chen Linyuan carried a hint of worry.

"There are only a few Golden Cores on the surface of Chu Kingdom. If the Demonic Cultivators really come and mess up your Junior Sister’s homeland, you’ll be unhappy then."

"The Demon Ruins is testing me..."

Chen Linyuan shook his head, but his gaze seemed to inadvertently sweep towards the chaotic direction of the Cave Abyss Sect Disciples.

It briefly lingered on Song Yan in the crowd.

"If they really wanted to take Chu Kingdom with thunderous means, a Nascent Soul would be making a move by now."

"They probably know I’m here. Three hundred years have passed, and they don’t know what I’ve become, so they want to probe my strength, which is why they’re making such a big show."

"No, I won’t go."

Chen Linyuan’s tone was casual: "Being a shrinking turtle is pretty good."

Wu Xusheng wasn’t annoyed upon hearing this: "As you wish, you’re the one in charge."

...Dragon Pool Mountain.

At the primary scene of Immortal Master Ye Ding’s demise and the appearance of the Demonic Cultivators, the Cultivators in the Great Enclosure Building were undoubtedly in despair.

Coupled with the bizarre blood Formation, most Cultivators had originally resigned themselves to dying there.

However, the arrival of the two Golden Core Immortals, Chen Ya and Li Luo, gave everyone a shot in the arm.

Their fierce battle with the two Demonic Cultivators instantly ignited the dying embers of survival in the hearts of countless Cultivators within the Great Enclosure Building.

Not everyone was passively waiting for death under the monstrous aura of the Demonic Cultivators; a glimmer of hope for life began to grow.

"Golden Core Seniors are here to help! We’re saved!"

"Don’t just stand there waiting to die! Fight!"

"Are there any Fellow Daoists who understand Formations? Let’s work together to break the Formation!"

When Chen Ya first appeared, a sharp shout from him had already restored some of the stagnant spiritual power in many Cultivators’ bodies.

In the chaos, several Cultivators from major Sects who were proficient in Formations quickly stepped forward, becoming the guides for breaking the Formation in their respective viewing areas.

Regardless of who stood beside them, the Nine Pulses Cultivators, under the threat of death, now cast aside their Sect differences and displayed unprecedented unity.

"The Kun position in the southwest is also a weak point."

"The Formation’s Foundation is being impacted, and its effect is still weakening!"

Cultivators proficient in the Dao of Formations fully unleashed their Divine Sense, capturing the subtle trajectories of the Formation’s operation amidst the blood-colored flowing light, constantly searching for an opportunity to break the Formation.

More Cultivators who were not proficient in Formations, under their guidance, unhesitatingly poured their remaining or newly recovered spiritual power towards a weak point in the Formation.

"Qian position, Bing Three! Focus all attacks on one point!"

Spiritual lights of various attributes, strong and weak, like thousands of tiny streams, converged under guidance into powerful rays of light, impacting the Formation.

Just at this moment.

In a corner of the crowd, a middle-aged Loose Cultivator, simply dressed and unremarkable in appearance, slightly raised his head.

His face was expressionless, his eyes deep and calm, completely out of place with the frightened or desperate people around him.

The sleeve of his gray Daoist robe twitched slightly.

A small paper figure, only the size of a thumb, floated down lightly.

The small paper figure landed silently, but the moment it touched the ground, it seemed to melt, losing its color and traces, instantly merging into the dust and light and shadow of the ground, leaving no trace to be found.

"Hmm..."

Hermit Xin Shan’s lips moved almost imperceptibly, and a barely audible sound was drowned out by the deafening roar of the Formation being broken: "...It’s almost time."

The bottom layer of the Great Enclosure Building.

Within the core circle of the Yang Family, who occupied the central and most open area as the host Family.

Yang Kaijun actually turned around at this moment, intending to leave.

"Kaijun, at such a critical moment, where are you going?! Hurry back and fight the Demonic Cultivators with your clan!"

This white-haired Yang Family elder, seeing the "Yang Kaijun" beside him about to leave the Yang Family gathering place at this time, immediately became anxious and furious, sternly rebuking him.

This rising star of the Family, who had displayed exceptional talent and dominated the scene in recent years, now stood with his back to his worried clansmen.

There was no response.

On that heroic face, there was not the slightest hesitation or attachment at this moment.

His eyes were cold, unlike those of a living person, even revealing a hint of imperceptible weariness.

He didn’t even stop, nor did he look back.

His wide Daoist robe casually brushed, and a gentle breeze quietly pushed aside the crowd in front of him.

Clearing a path for him to leave.

The Yang Family members watched his retreating figure with astonishment, until he disappeared into the night.

Outside the Great Enclosure Building, in an inconspicuous corner far from the main battlefield.

Several large, moss-covered spiritual ore waste rocks formed a natural hiding place.

The air suddenly rippled and twisted, and the paper figure appeared out of thin air from the shadows, falling into the palm of a black-robed figure sitting cross-legged.

"Oh?"

He raised his head, the lower half of his face exposed from the edge of his hood, thin and gaunt, his lips curling into an extremely sinister arc.

It was none other than the Yellow Springs Path Demonic Cultivator, Liu Ciming.

"..."

His hands moved continuously, forming a complex and mysterious seal in front of his chest.

Hermit Xin Shan inside the Great Enclosure Building, and the sixteen Demonic Cultivators controlling the Formation inside and out, all synchronized their movements, finally stopping at this strange hand seal.

Buzz—

A faint, peculiar ripple flashed across his originally ordinary face.

The trajectory of the spiritual power within his body suddenly changed, instantly transforming into countless invisible and intangible tendrils, probing into the spiritual power torrent of the entire Great Enclosure Building.

A considerable portion of the spiritual power for breaking the Formation, which originally came from countless Cultivators, was subtly redirected by a sinister and strange force, changing its direction without a sound.

Hidden by the chaotic torrent, it all poured into the very core of the entire blood-colored great Formation.

The blood-colored great Formation suddenly choked, and then underwent a change that all Cultivators had not anticipated.

The various nodes and Formation Foundations of this Formation, at this moment, were like a greedy gluttonous beast, suddenly opening its giant mouth.

Any attacking spiritual power from the Cultivators, all the blade lights, Sword Qi, sound waves, Talismanic Incantations, Spiritual Artifacts that struck it... all no longer had the effect of breaking the Formation. Instead, they became a force contributing to the Formation’s collapse.

The blood-colored light curtain rapidly expanded and twisted at an incredible speed.

By the time the Cultivators in the Great Enclosure Building discovered it, it was already too late.

In the darkness.

Hermit Xin Shan lightly uttered: "Formation Collapse."

!?

In the eyes of the Cultivators in the Great Enclosure Building, all sounds between heaven and earth disappeared for an instant.

An extremely dazzling pure white spiritual light, with the center of the blood-colored great Formation as its origin, erupted with a roar!

Immediately following, immense power was born from within, and an earth-shattering circular impact suddenly burst forth in all directions.

Destruction.

Wherever that pure white light ring reached, everything was silently destroyed!

The Cultivators in the Great Enclosure Building opened their mouths to shout and wail, but no sound reached their ears.

The protective Spiritual Artifacts that had been conjured all disintegrated the moment they touched that light ring.

Flesh and blood bodies could not even offer the slightest resistance.

Who knows how many Qi Refining Cultivators, the moment they were touched by the shockwave, instantly melted like ice and snow falling into boiling water.

The Sacrificial God Great Enclosure Building completely disintegrated and shattered.

Gray clouds and yellow earth surged into the sky, but were then swept away by the subsequent spiritual power currents, surging in all directions.

Boom—

The Great Dyke was severed in the middle, and the entire mountain began to collapse.

The Dragon Pool at the mountain peak, poured down.

This Dragon Pool Mountain, under the gaze of all the Cultivators in Chu Kingdom... collapsed and sank.