Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1023 - 437: Breakthrough Treasure; The Battle Reignites (Part 3)

Unseen by any, amid the pervasive bloodlust, subtle traces of blood energy were quietly vanishing, as if drawn in by an unseen entity.

At this precise moment

"Buzz!"

Thousands of feet above, the thick, somber gray mist and chaotic energy currents, a byproduct of the Divinity Transformation battle, were forcefully rent asunder by an unseen power.

A void of stark clarity suddenly materialized.

Within this void, a grand, ineffable palace drifted in silence.

Standing over a hundred feet tall, the palace was intricately carved from a flawless, luminous material resembling jade.

"Could that be the Ancient Demon Hall!?"

All eyes on the battlefield turned towards it.

It had been absent for such a long time since its last vanishing act; how could it possibly reappear now?

The answer was soon to be revealed.

Roar! Howl!

Amidst a cacophony of roars filled with ferocity, bloodlust, and utter destructiveness, the pale gates of the Ancient Demon Hall burst open.

A multitude of ancient demons, bizarre in form and radiating surging demonic qi, poured forth like an unstoppable tide.

Some bore serpentine bodies with spiky dorsal fins; others were distorted humanoid figures encased in scales...

Their intended targets were not the Star Palace cultivators but rather the Demon Race and the Outer Sea Alliance.

They launched themselves without hesitation towards the Demon Race strongholds, savagely tearing with claws, unleashing torrents of demonic fire, and employing a myriad of twisted and malevolent demonic divine techniques, inflicting a crushing blow upon the already beleaguered Demon Race defenses!

The situation disintegrated in an instant.

The Demon Race found itself in a dire disadvantage, sustaining catastrophic losses.

And what compounded the despair.

A fearsome demonic will, far exceeding the Nascent Soul stage and reaching the Divinity Transformation level, emanated from the depths of the Ancient Demon Hall, directed with chilling mockery towards the fifth-stage Dragon King Ao Guang, who was locked in a fierce engagement with the Star Palace Saints.

"Roar!"

Ao Guang unleashed an earth-shattering, furious dragon roar.

The cry throbbed with immense fury and a sliver of disbelief, born from treachery and deception.

"Star King, Moon God, you... you have actually allied yourselves with the Ancient Demons and betrayed the beings of this realm!"

He finally comprehended the source of the Star Palace Saints' peculiar composure.

Their ultimate strategy wasn't a relic or a heavenly ability, but the summoning of external invaders—the sworn enemy of all life in this world: the Ancient Demons.

The Star King, still wreathed in incandescent starlight, spoke with a voice chillingly devoid of warmth: "Victory belongs to the victors, defeat to the vanquished; where lies the betrayal in that? As long as the objective is attained, what harm is there in utilizing outside aid?"

The Moon God cast a frigid glance over the ensuing chaos and devastation below, where the arrival of the Ancient Demons had plunged the battlefield into despair, a nearly imperceptible smirk playing on her lips.

The intense focus of the Divinity Transformation Ancient Demon ensured that Ao Guang would now confront the combined might of three entities of equal standing.

"It is finished!"

The late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators of the Outer Sea Alliance, including Yun Weifeng and Yan Feng, turned ashen-faced at this sight, their eyes reflecting absolute hopelessness.

The Star Palace had actually called upon the Ancient Demons.

Furthermore, within the ranks of the Ancient Demons, there existed a truly terrifying entity that had regained Divinity Transformation combat prowess.

How could they possibly hope to withstand such a force?

With a fifth-stage Dragon King already at his breaking point against the Star Palace Saints, and now the addition of a Divinity Transformation Ancient Demon... the doom of the Outer Sea seemed all but certain.

From the periphery of the conflict, alongside Hongyi and Xu Ping, the gravity of the situation weighed heavily upon them as well.

Xu Ping's gaze remained intently locked upon the figure gradually emerging from the Ancient Demon Hall, cloaked in dense demonic energy.

"Hehuan Old Demon!"

Xu Ping's heart constricted; he immediately recognized the true form of the ancient demon who had resurrected through body-snatching.

After suffering grievous wounds in the past, this demon had vanished, only to lie in wait within the Ancient Demon Hall to recuperate its strength, fully achieving the Divinity Transformation level.

At this moment, the Hehuan Old Demon, radiating overwhelming demonic qi, though seemingly unarmed with any supreme artifact, unleashed Ancient Demon Secret Techniques with peerless potency in every motion.

Streams of demonic light, soul-devouring demon flames, and the chilling power of natural laws relentlessly assailed Ao Guang, forming a pincer attack alongside the Star King's radiant starlight and the Moon God's frigid moonlight.

Ao Guang, the Dragon King, uttered a furious roar, his serpentine form twisting and turning as he stirred the winds and clouds for vast distances.

The laws governing the Outer Sea still struggled to bolster him. He unleashed his primal dragon breath without restraint, attempting to ward off the simultaneous onslaught from three beings of equivalent power.

However, two fists simply could not contend with four hands.

Under the coordinated barrage from the three Divinity Transformation cultivators,

his immense dragon form was continuously riddled with fresh wounds, torrents of dragon blood cascading down like a tempest. His aura visibly diminished with each passing moment, plunging him into a dire disadvantage as signs of imminent defeat betrayed his struggle.

"We cannot afford to delay any longer!"

Xu Ping and the Nine Nether Elder, concealed by their disguises as unassuming cultivators in the early Nascent Soul stage, urgently exchanged telepathic messages.

Should they hesitate further and Ao Guang be utterly vanquished, the Demon Race army would undoubtedly shatter. This would pave the way for the Star Palace and Ancient Demon coalition to dominate the Outer Sea, leaving their own fates no better than that of the defeated demons.

This potential downfall could prove even more catastrophic than their previous setbacks.

Furthermore, the two had surprisingly converged on a common target—the Hehuan Old Demon.

While this demon possessed considerable might, its aura was noticeably less stable than that of the Star Palace Saints, indicating it had not yet fully recovered its peak strength.

What's more, it had arrived alone, without any supreme artifact in its possession, marking it as the most vulnerable among the three Divinity Transformation adversaries.

"Let us strike!"

Xu Ping's gaze sharpened with resolve, leaving no room for hesitation.

He swiftly rummaged through his storage bag, and a banner as black as pitch, seemingly capable of swallowing all light, ascended into the heavens!

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner!

"Roar!"

The banner unfurled dramatically in the wind, expanding into a colossal hundred-foot banner that fluttered with a resounding cry.

Innumerable malevolent, agonizing, and ferociously resentful souls surged forth from its depths like a bursting dam.

The oppressive power emanating from these spectral spirits, while not yet at the true Divinity Transformation level, was exceptionally close.

The overwhelming aura of slaughter instantly purified the surrounding demonic qi for miles, casting a sudden silence over the entire war-torn expanse.

"Could this be the legendary Ten Thousand Souls Banner?"

Yan Feng stammered in sheer disbelief, his eyes widening almost comically.

Yun Weifeng let out a sharp gasp, his countenance etched with utter astonishment.