Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1398: 751: Heavenly-level Reward Task
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Besides the eastern front, fourteen virtual fortresses stand guard over the remaining three fronts, sufficient to track the actions of almost a hundred Constant Years in the nearby regions.
Nevertheless, this rigorous encirclement fails to halt the relentless assaults from the Alien Demon Army.
From the gathered intelligence, the Alien Demon Clan's incursions frequently rely on the “Demon Nest” for transporting forces, its shapes shifting unpredictably and defying all defenses.
Additionally, the Alien Demon Clan employs a highly vexing strategy, unleashing a “Demon Thought Mysterious Realm” akin to the “War Fog”.
This Demon Thought Mysterious Realm resembles an immense, endless “fog” that sprawls across the star system's outer edges, boasting abilities like disorienting Human Clan Cultivators, disrupting Divine Thought, and consuming every bit of spiritual power… among others.
In essence, venturing further into the Mysterious Realm renders details and indicators increasingly vague, with vast zones harboring unidentified perils and empty voids.
Day by day, the Demon Thought Mysterious Realm edges closer to the Vermilion Bird Star System, steadily shrinking the Human Clan's operational territory.
Across the last tens of thousands of years, Human Clan True Immortals have tried innumerable approaches to dispel the Demon Thought Mysterious Realm, yet every effort has ended in defeat.
To the Alien Demon Clan, the Demon Thought Mysterious Realm functions as the “air” they breathe out, locked in an endless cycle of intake and expulsion.
For the Human Clan to fully dismantle the “Demon Thought Mysterious Realm”, they would need to eradicate every Alien Demon—an utterly unattainable feat.
Half a year flew by swiftly, the area stayed calm, showing no traces of Alien Demon incursions.
Zhao Sheng savored his downtime, often retreating into seclusion to focus intently on his cultivation.
On that particular day, bursts of light erupted over the round hall, and the Illusion Spirit White Deer materialized abruptly, calling out to Zhao Sheng in urgency: “Master… A heavenly-level reward task has been released from above, take note!”
Zhao Sheng’s gaze sharpened, murmuring to himself: “Heavenly-level tasks truly come around seldom! White Deer, tell me the details of the task?”
“Master, look here!”
With those words, White Deer flicked her tiny hand, and a massive light screen expanded in the air, displaying the text: “Heavenly-level Reward: The B2 Virtual Realm Fortress on the western line has recently been lost…
Task goals: First, seize back the Virtual Realm Fortress from the Alien Demon Clan, earning one hundred Heavenly Merit!
Second, recover the Illusion Spirit core, earning thirty Heavenly Merit!
Third, recover the Transmission Array Pivot, earning eight Heavenly Merit!
Fourth, recover a Returning Void Level Battleship, earning three Heavenly Merit!
Fifth…”
Zhao Sheng scanned the list of tasks and noticed over a dozen reward items.
However, at the task's conclusion, a warning appeared in crimson letters: “These tasks restrict participation to Returning to Void Realm Cultivators, whether solo or in small groups. The time limit is ten days, after which they expire!”
“Hiss! Such lavish rewards!” Zhao Sheng inhaled sharply in astonishment; hauling the entire fortress back would net him a whopping three hundred Heavenly Merit.
Finishing this one mission alone would not only secure the merit needed for the Star Lord exchange but leave him with a surplus of Heavenly Merit.
As the proverb states, bold actions bring great fortune!
In that instant, a surge of resolve stirred within him.
“How could I let this chance slip away! Still, prior to taking the mission, I need to alter my looks,” Zhao Sheng whispered to himself.
Deciding that, he abruptly commanded, “White Deer, I've got this handled, you can fade away now!”
“Yes, Master!” White Deer acknowledged before vanishing in a flash.
Zhao Sheng stood up from the Lotus Platform and promptly departed the round hall.
Moments later, he entered the secluded chamber for his usual cultivation, triggering all seals and barriers with a mere thought, transforming the space into an isolated haven where even the Illusion Spirit White Deer couldn't peer inside.
Once these safeguards were set, Zhao Sheng’s features and form started to twist and swell dramatically.
Within moments, a burly warrior with a fierce leopard-like head, bulging eyes, and a thick, bristling beard took shape in the chamber.
“I am the Loose Cultivator Yan Chixia, secure in my guise!”
“And if you inquire about my cultivation path? Nothing but Body Cultivation!”
Zhao Sheng’s lips moved, his tone shifting to a gravelly, forceful rumble that captured the wild essence of a Loose Cultivator.
“Haha, time to go!”
At that, the chamber stood vacant, mere traces of his laughter echoing behind!
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Within a turbulent zone beneath the Dark Sky.
All at once, a streak of gray radiance pierced from the shadows' depths.
As the gray light faded, a lanky middle-aged figure emerged, appearing around thirty, his complexion pale and yellowish. Yet his eyes gleamed like lightning, brimming with vitality.
“All present. Excellent.” The middle-aged man’s eyes roamed over the others, ultimately fixing on Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng’s face twitched faintly; this individual clearly was an early Reversal Cultivator, and that recent gray light must have been his unique escape technique.
Their stares locked, surprise flickered across the middle-aged man’s features, his eyes igniting as a piercing Sword Intent lashed out.
Zhao Sheng sensed a prickling pain in his eyes, while countless savage impulses welled up from him, radiating an equally intimidating presence.
The clash of their formidable intents raged unseen in the space between, sparking a silent tempest that swiftly dissolved.