Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1387: 746: Demon Nest Battle

Zhao Sheng observed the departing figure without attempting to block his path, following the strategy Master Huang Shi had suggested. That single punch served a dual purpose: first, it was a "demonstration of power" to cement the impression in the opponent's mind that he had reached the realm of Returning to Void Perfection.

Second, it was a natural outlet for his frustration. Master Huang Shi had committed a breach of etiquette by surreptitiously spying on the Hidden Dragon Valley, so he was in no position to truly challenge Zhao Sheng's actions!

Zhao Sheng shifted his gaze toward Feng Bo Jie Xing, who stood nearby, and spoke with a subtle grin: “Taoist Feng Bo, since you have found the time to visit my Hidden Dragon Valley, why not remain here for a few days as my guest?”

“No… well, very well!” Feng Bo Jie Xing’s first instinct was to decline, but his expression flickered when he saw Zhao Sheng slowly tightening his fist. He pivoted his tone instantly and gave a nod of consent.

Two weeks later, Feng Bo Jie Xing departed from the Hidden Dragon Valley in a state of exhaustion and disarray. His exit left Zhao Jinmin and the others feeling quite regretful, as they lamented how fleeting this rare opportunity had been!

Throughout his stay in the valley, Feng Bo Jie Xing was given no respite. He spent over fifteen days and nights without sleep, constantly exchanging insights with Zhao Sheng.

In truth, the sessions primarily consisted of Feng Bo Jie Xing lecturing on the laws of the world and discussing the Dao, while Zhao Sheng, Zhao Jinmin, and the rest took the roles of listeners.

Zhao Jinmin and the other disciples paid close attention, feeling as though they had gained immense wisdom,

though for Zhao Sheng, the benefits were merely marginal.

The Feng Bo Clan possessed immense power, backed by mysterious heritages and deep-rooted connections. Zhao Sheng had no desire to create a blood feud over this incident, but forcing Feng Bo Jie Xing to pay a minor price was perfectly acceptable.

Once this matter concluded, Zhao Sheng summoned the Red Dragon Son, Zhao Hong, to provide him with earnest guidance. He then met with his many descendants, selecting two exceptionally talented children to be sent to Zhao San Yue for personal Cultivation instruction.

After two months, Zhao Sheng made his way back to Yuxu Cave Mansion. There, he resumed his quiet Cultivation while continuing his vigil over the physical body of Zhao Xuanjing.

Upon the Immortal Heaven Continent, the sky grew dim as patchworked clouds began to congregate.

Within a secluded valley hemmed in by peaks, thunder rumbled as a thick, grayish-black mist swallowed the canyon and the surrounding slopes.

Bolts of lightning and flashes of sword light clashed within the depths of the valley. A colossal python, possessing twin wings and a body of shimmering crimson-gold, was partially hidden within the swirling vapors. Its scales pulsed with a toxic radiance as it unleashed torrents of venomous fire at the figure pursuing it.

Trailing the demon by several dozen miles, a figure draped in ancient armor maneuvered with agility. Shimmering sword rainbows danced before him, repeatedly lashing out at the winged serpent.

The man moved with incredible speed, and his armor boasted formidable defensive properties. Most of the fiery venom missed its mark, and the few droplets that did strike failed to inflict damage against the protection of his treasure armor.

With every descent of a sword rainbow, a jagged, weeping gash was carved into the hide of the winged python.

The python’s emerald eyes burned with malice, yet because of its massive bulk and the agility of its hunter, it found escape impossible. It was forced to rely on its sheer size to desperately hold its ground.

Suddenly, a vast expanse of Yellow Light descended upon the winged python, causing its massive frame to seize up and stall in mid-air. The surrounding mist was instantly transmuted into fine stone powder, which drifted to the earth with a soft rustle.

At that precise moment, the armored figure materialized atop the python’s neck, swinging both hands down with lethal force. Two sword lights, as transparent as spring water, struck the beast's vital point seven inches below the head like a lightning bolt, severing it completely.

“Puff”

A violent fountain of dark crimson demon blood erupted as the snake's head was lopped off by the Sword Light. A final, mournful shriek escaped its throat as the titanic demon carcass fell toward the valley floor.

Before the python's Primordial Spirit could flee the wreckage, a shroud of Yellow Light appeared from nowhere and enveloped its head, dragging it deep into the earth in a heartbeat.

Down in the valley, a chaotic frenzy of diverse demon beasts was underway. As far as one could see, the terrain was littered with mounds of beastly remains, and dark blood surged across the land, carving out rivers of gore.

Great pools of blood had gathered beneath the largest demon corpses, with countless remains drifting on the surface, creating a scene of absolute carnage.

It was evident that the warring beasts were split into two factions. The side currently gaining the upper hand was supported by Human Clan Cultivators. These humans and their beast allies worked in perfect harmony, advancing and retreating with precision, utilizing various tactical formations of different scales. Though there were only about a dozen Human Clan Cultivators, their leadership increased the combat power of the demon beast groups tenfold. They did not just hold the line; they moved through the valley like a scythe, systematically harvesting the lives of the opposing demons.

The winged python slammed into a hundred-foot-wide pool of blood, its body twitching and thrashing in its death throes, sending sprays of foul blood in every direction.

The armored figure descended from the heavens shortly after, floating above the mountain of corpses with a look of visible fatigue.

A Sword Light streaked toward him, resolving into a three-inch-long, translucent crystalline blade. The polished surface of the metal clearly mirrored the man's face, identifying him as Baili Shouguang!

He caught the Turn Tribulation Sword in one hand. After scanning the battlefield with a cold, detached gaze and confirming the victory was assured, he turned his attention toward the furthest reaches of the valley.

In that direction, heavy fog and dark Devil Qi billowed into the heavens. The very Void was trembling like a boiling cauldron, radiating several terrifyingly potent auras.

Baili Shouguang understood perfectly that the ultimate success of this campaign rested on whether that lord could triumph over the formidable enemy lurking within.

At the center of the valley's depths, a massive, towering Pyramid loomed through the thick haze. The structure stretched across several miles and rose a thousand feet into the air. Its four walls were as smooth as glass, shimmering like titanic crystal mirrors.

Hovering above the apex of the Pyramid was a pulsating sphere of black light. Within that Light Ball, grotesque shadows rose and fell, as if the sphere contained an infinite number of "aberrant entities."