Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1521 - 823: Human Clan Cultivators, State Your Names

More than ten days had passed, with icy winds howling fiercely as the moon descended amid a sparse scattering of stars.

The sprawling Heavenly Rift Valley, extending over four thousand miles, descended into profound darkness.

In the heart of the night, a thick mass of dark clouds peeled away from the sky, drifting noiselessly toward the Heavenly Rift Valley.

Upon approaching the chasm, the cloud abruptly divided into three segments, one veering south while the other floated north.

The biggest section hurtled toward the center of the Heavenly Rift Valley, and soon enough, it dove into the valley's base, blending quietly with the ambient shadows.

Right then, the Zhao Family cultivators had no inkling that a devastating calamity loomed just ahead.

Following the destruction of the Two-winged Giant Lizard, serenity had lingered in the Heavenly Rift Valley for an excessive period, prompting the Zhao Family, from leaders to the lowest ranks, to ease their vigilance considerably.

A quarter-hour later, more than forty miles south of the camp, fluctuations stirred within the obscurity, and a sky-blue Roc emerged from thin air, softly beating its wings and generating powerful gusts.

Perched on the Roc's head, Jun Tianxing, attired in a Feather Robe, directed his gaze at the faraway Zhao Family camp, a scornful and savage grin abruptly forming on his features.

"Alright, it’s your turn. Like before, leave a few alive, all others, both humans and demons, kill them all. Heh heh, off you go!" Jun Tianxing sneered icily, his hand slashing through the air.

As his command echoed, enormous dark golden orbs, each the size of a millstone, abruptly launched from the Roc's back.

The second these dark golden orbs struck the soil, they expanded swiftly, shifting into golden-scaled drilling armadillos equipped with razor claws, burrowing rapidly underground toward the camp forty miles distant.

Concurrently, three beehives as large as minor hills lifted from the Roc's back, and amid an escalating buzz, hordes of black venomous bees, half the height of humans, assembled into a shadowy cloud, darting north at speed.

Without delay, the Green-winged Roc began flapping its vast wings with vigor, repeatedly.

Across the Heavenly Rift Valley, violent winds erupted at once, flinging sand and pebbles skyward from the earth.

The Green-winged Roc thrashed its wings harder, causing the valley winds to surge wildly, morphing swiftly into colossal tornado columns that pressed onward with heavenly destructive power.

Along the path of the wind columns, the cliffs on either side shattered, while rocks both big and small were hurled by the raging blasts, surging like a raging river toward the distant Zhao Station.

Empowered by the wind's force, the venomous bee horde's velocity soared several-fold instantly, traversing the forty-mile span in a flash, surging maniacally into the fog's core.

Buzz buzz!

"Did you hear that?"

Among the trio of Foundation Establishment Cultivators patrolling the barrier's perimeter just then, one abruptly spun toward the thick fog beyond the barrier and remarked.

"What?" His partner seemed confused initially, but soon his face twisted, hastily peering into the fog's depths.

Practically together, black venomous bees half-human in size burst through the mist, launching a berserk assault on the Bright Barrier.

"This is bad! Quickly issue the Ten Directions Wind and Fire Talisman!" The white-haired Foundation Establishment Cultivator's expression drained of color, instantly comprehending the peril, and he bellowed a sharp warning.

Before his shout concluded, a black venomous bee had reached the barrier's brink, its abdomen bulging to unveil a three-foot-long black stinger thick as an arm.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As the black venomous bees reached the barrier's edge, thousands of those enormous stingers slammed fiercely into it.

In an instant, the barrier's outer shell was riddled with a thick cluster of black stingers, and it started quaking intensely, its luminescence fading rapidly while dark blotches surfaced.

The dark blotches expanded swiftly, merging into broad patches soon after; the bee venom clearly held potent erosive qualities, evident from the barrier's sizzling and visibly waning glow.

With endless black venomous bees alighting on the barrier's face, their stingers stabbed through like a cascading torrent.

The swarm's arrival proved far too abrupt, momentarily stupefying the Zhao Family cultivators.

Thankfully, the handful of Foundation Establishment youths overseeing the Great Array's nucleus stayed ever vigilant, detecting the formation's shift and promptly executing a massive swap of Top-grade Spirit Stones, thus staving off the barrier's immediate failure.

Merely a few breaths after the swarm's onslaught commenced, Zhao Yongxian and Master Ming Yue both materialized overhead the camp.

Gazing upon the immense bee horde, Zhao Yongxian's countenance bore utmost solemnity.

Master Ming Yue's features wavered, as though devising a hidden scheme.

The pair of Golden Cores required no directives, for the Zhao Foundation Establishment juniors charged at the bee swarm with unrestrained fury.

In a heartbeat, diverse mighty spells, robust Spiritual Artifacts, and floods of superior Spirit Talisman Magic all crashed down upon the insect mass.

The swarm incurred heavy losses promptly, hundreds or thousands of bees perishing each passing second.

After a handful more breaths, the bees' furious push subsided, and the barrier's firmness slowly recovered.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Just then, the imposing Golden Gang Stone Towers sprang into action, their crown flame pearls unleashing thigh-thick lances of scorching white radiance.

The beams sliced through the bee cluster and burst into massive blazes, reducing thousands of bees to cinders in a twinkling.

Beholding this spectacle, some cultivators erupted in elated shouts: "Burn well! Quickly burn these bees to death."

Zhao Yongxian's tension softened somewhat, and he suddenly pivoted to query Master Ming Yue, "Where is Daoist Shaoling?"

Master Ming Yue rolled her peach blossom eyes, seeming mildly irked: "That person has always been ethereal and elusive, how would I know where he has gone! Could it be he sensed danger and fled already?"

"No, I believe Daoist Shaoling is not such a person." Zhao Yongxian declared with conviction.

Master Ming Yue poised to counter, yet abruptly her stunning face paled, and she cried out: "That’s... bad!"

Ere she could complete her words, the heavy fog dispersed, and a savage gale erupted!

In a split second, sand and stones whirled aloft, the winds slicing like blades. The ferocious hurricane barreled in bearing inconceivable fury.