Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1513 - 819: Pioneering for Twenty-Nine Years, Breaking Through to Nascent Soul

Over eighty thousand years have passed since the founding of the Red Cloud Spirit Domain, its expansive lands covering billions of miles and roughly shaped like a crabapple leaf. Still, a huge section is absent right where the stem ought to be, almost like some beast chomped it away.

Situated in the Southern Border of the Spirit Realm is the well-known ancient Immortal City known as Demon Vibration City. Eight thousand miles southward from there sprawls the hazardous and erratic Outer Domain Wilderness.

Ten years onward, one fateful day, a massive fleet of Spiritual Boat Battleships dotted the upper skies, blocking out the sunlight entirely and casting an overwhelming aura of impending doom.

Around Demon Vibration City for a thousand miles, countless "cities" had already claimed the territory, with tens of thousands of tunneling lights constantly rising and descending from these "cities" each instant, ceaselessly darting back and forth between the hovering armada, Demon Vibration City, and the assorted settlements, buzzing industriously like hordes of diligent worker bees.

Six hundred miles to the east of Demon Vibration City sits a modest city constructed from Golden Gang Stones, measuring more than two thousand steps along each side. Its walls bristle with embedded Prohibitions, while a vast pale blue Barrier shields the airspace above the city.

Inside the city, only a handful of palaces dotted the landscape sparsely, but vast open areas were filled with enormous silver vessels exceeding a thousand feet in length, astonishingly totaling six in number.

As midday approached, a huge shadow descended upon the city from above, with rays of sunlight piercing through gaps in the battleships and scattering thinly.

In a modest palace on the city's western side, Zhao Yongxian stared at the chessboard in front of him, his gaze drifting restlessly, right hand suspended in mid-air as he wavered over placing his piece.

Right then, Zhao Sheng, positioned across from the board, spotted his distracted demeanor and gave a faint smile, suggesting, "Stop fretting so much! It's useless regardless. You might not trust Brother Zhongnan, but surely you can't question the Ancestor's capabilities?

Just ease up! Forget about the initial vanguard forces skipping us altogether—even for the follow-up wave, the Zhao Family doesn't qualify. Regarding this third support army, the combined might of the Zhao, He, and Wei families makes grabbing a position straightforward!"

Zhao Yongxian let out a sigh, "That's not what troubles me. It's... it's... forget it, no need to bring it up. I only wish I'm just being overly cautious!"

Zhao Sheng laughed lightly, seeing plainly that it stemmed from mere unease about dire outcomes, dreading that their clan's heavy investments could all come to nothing.

Pioneers venturing into the Outer Domain mirror a colossal Human Clan undertaking, fraught with incalculable dangers. The path of exploration doubles as a thousand-year epic purge, where myriad feeble groups get weeded out and destroyed—be it from bad luck, frailty, or sudden twists...

Within this monumental campaign launched by the Mountain and River Sect, the Zhao, He, and Wei families rank among the frailest participants, prime targets for elimination. Their fate hangs beyond their grasp.

Deep down, what Zhao Yongxian dreaded most was their three clans getting thrust to the front lines, devoured as mere expendable fodder.

Zhao Sheng grasped his underlying dread yet dismissed his worries as excessive, convinced that given the three families' power, they wouldn't even qualify as fodder!

After forcing out a dozen more reluctant plays, Zhao Yongxian abruptly flicked his sleeve across the board, scattering the pieces, and grumbled irritably, "I'm done with this game, that's it!"

He rose swiftly, striding to the palace doorway, and peered westward toward Demon Vibration City.

Zhao Sheng gestured at the disrupted chessboard before tapping the gourd on his waist with his right hand, whereupon a sphere of Golden Crow True Fire emerged from the gourd's opening, hovering in the air and smoldering steadily.

"Endless Universe, Thunder Borrowing Technique... Screech!" Zhao Sheng chanted softly, weaving strands of Five-Colored Spiritual Light between his fingers, which gradually unveiled intricate three-dimensional formations within the glow.

Should a Half-Immortal Thunder Skill Master of the Void witness this, shock would grip them, recognizing those elaborate three-dimensional patterns as none other than the "Thunder" Tao True Text.

As the Thunder Tao Character fused with the Golden Crow True Fire, the spiritual glow condensed into a pearl, the True Text imprinting itself into the Spiritual Pearl, which began radiating brilliant light.

Fueled by the True Fire's blaze, the glow slowly dimmed, yielding a single Thunder Pearl that looked quite unremarkable, though none could fathom the devastating Power of Destruction hidden inside.

An hour passed, and seven or eight glass-like beads, each the size of a dragon's eye, drifted forth, which Zhao Sheng swiftly tucked into his sleeve.

Then, Zhao Sheng sliced his right palm open, letting a trickle of blood seep from the wound.

With a quick flick, the bloodline morphed into a vivid blood-red Dragon Serpent, its scales sharply etched, which lunged into the Golden Crow True Fire with a twist.

Following that, over a dozen palm-sized Jade Talismans burst out, all plunging into the Golden Crow True Fire.

Zhao Sheng's forehead shimmered as his hands summoned countless talismanic seals, True Yuan pouring forth like a raging river: "...Blood Soul unyielding, forever the essence of heaven and earth, that essence deemed the Female Mystic... a thousand miles straight, the Escape Sky Talisman takes shape!"

Three quarters of an hour on, with a sharp call, the Golden Crow True Fire burst outward, sending several blood-red streaks zipping wildly through the palace, fast as bolts of lightning.

At that sight, Zhao Sheng waved his hand, his Divine Sense sweeping to seize the darting Blood Talismans, drawing them back promptly to his palm.

Standing nearby, Zhao Yongxian gaped in awe. As the Blood Talismans settled, he recovered, rushing over to Zhao Sheng with eager nods and a sycophantic grin.

"Such masterful craftsmanship, truly amazing! Shaoling, you have to spare me one—no matter the price, I'll pay it all!"

Zhao Yongxian buzzed with thrill, his words tumbling out in a jumble!

Who wouldn't crave one of these Thousand Miles Escape Sky Talismans upon seeing them? They'd beg without shame!

Dignity be damned; life comes but once!

The Thousand Miles Escape Sky Talisman stands as the ultimate life-preserver, coveted by every cultivator below Divinity Transformation!