Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 1024 - 438: Rivaling Divinity Transformation; Peerless Sword Dao

The onlookers immediately recognized the infamous and formidable demonic treasure; they never imagined that this banner had secretly achieved the level of a supreme treasure.

What astonished them even more was that the owner of this Ten Thousand Souls Banner was none other than Xu Ping, who typically maintained a reclusive existence.

At this precise moment, it wasn't only the common crowd. Even the Star Palace Saints, locked in furious combat, and the scornful Hehuan Old Devil, who was cornering Ao Guang, momentarily ceased their actions.

Their gazes, filled with bewilderment and surprise, shifted towards the immense, evil-energy-infused demonic banner and Xu Ping, his expression beneath it cold and severe.

"A Ten Thousand Souls Banner at the supreme treasure level?"

The Star King, veiled in starlight, remained inscrutable, but a distinct tremor was audible in his voice.

A flicker of astonishment also graced the Moon God’s usually composed eyes.

As cultivators at the Divinity Transformation stage, they fully comprehended the sheer difficulty of elevating the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to supreme treasure status.

Concurrently, a realization dawned upon them.

The individual responsible for the relentless elimination of Star Palace Cultivators was indeed Xu Ping.

Hehuan Old Devil, on the other hand, transitioned from initial shock to a countenance of extreme grimness, his slit pupils fixated on Xu Ping as if they could ignite.

"It was you!"

He clenched his teeth, his voice scraping like metal, sharp and piercing.

Years prior, in the ancient demonic lands, had it not been for Xu Ping’s interference, he would have already regained his full power, rather than being pursued like a desperate stray.

Past and present grievances boiled within his heart.

However, just as everyone was still reeling from the shock of Xu Ping suddenly wielding a supreme treasure-level Ten Thousand Souls Banner—

Another astonishing development unfolded!

"Woooo!"

A spectral wail, seemingly originating from the depths of hell, suddenly echoed from another sector of the battlefield.

The inconspicuous early-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator’s aura exploded like a volcano, and immense, boundless ghost qi at the Divinity Transformation level surged forth in a torrent of dark green.

Wherever this ghost qi swept, nearby Star Palace Cultivators were unable to even cry out; their bodies were instantly stripped of all vitality, transforming into withered husks that plummeted from the sky like falling dumplings.

"A… another Divinity Transformation?!"

At this juncture, whether they hailed from the Star Palace, the Demon Race, or the Outer Sea Alliance, all cultivators stood dumbfounded.

Five!

There were actually five powers at the Divinity Transformation level concentrated in this single location.

Precisely how unfathomable was the depth of power within the Outer Sea?

How could it harbor so many ancient, formidable beings?

For the first time, the expressions of the Star Palace Saints turned utterly severe, as frigid as ancient ice.

They had spent years meticulously planning, even colluding with ancient demons and expending vast resources, believing victory was assured, yet unexpected events continued to surface.

Xu Ping possessing a Ten Thousand Souls Banner that neared Divinity Transformation capabilities was already a shock.

Now, a ghost cultivator who had truly attained the Divinity Transformation level had appeared!

The Ghost Dao, by circumventing reincarnation and defying most worldly constraints, allows for rapid advancement.

However, this path inherently damages the natural order and defies heavenly principles, thus earning rejection from the heavenly laws. The Heart Demon Tribulation and Thunder Tribulation encountered during advancement far surpass those of ordinary paths. Consequently, very few reach the Nascent Soul stage, let alone Divinity Transformation.

Who exactly was this spectral figure?

"Hahaha..."

The laughter of the Nine Nether Elder resembled the desolate cry of a night owl, sending shivers down the spine.

With a sweep of his enormous ghost claw, the pervasive ghost qi coalesced into a spatial-tearing force resembling the Ming River, which surged towards Hehuan Old Devil.

Simultaneously, the soul-form behemoth, formed by the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, unleashed a silent roar, enveloped in overwhelming malevolent energy, and lunged at Hehuan Old Devil from the opposite flank.

Assailed from dual directions!

The primary offensive was led by the genuine Divinity Transformation ghost cultivator, the Nine Nether Elder, with the nearly Divinity Transformation-powered specter of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner providing crucial support and containment.

Hehuan Old Devil, afflicted by both shock and fury, found himself confronting two forces of comparable Divinity Transformation stature simultaneously.

He bellowed in rage, his demonic qi boiling furiously, as countless distorted demonic runes materialized, weaving defensive demonic shields that fiercely clashed against the Ming River ghost claw of the Nine Nether Elder and the ferocious soul-devouring energy emanating from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"Rumble!"

Demonic qi, ghost qi, and malevolent qi collided and annihilated each other, transforming that segment of space into a deadly, chaotic zone.

Hehuan Old Devil's formidable demonic might and the chilling potency of his ancient demonic secret techniques were ultimately contained. The combined might of Nine Nether Elder and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner kept him at bay, preventing any distraction to target Ao Guang the Dragon King.

With the immediate pressure lifted, Ao Guang the Dragon King let out a triumphant roar. His assaults intensified, momentarily compelling the Star Palace Saints to fall back a step.

While the arrival of Xu Ping and Nine Nether Elder was unexpected, it proved immensely advantageous for him.

The standoff within the Divinity Transformation battlefield served as a crucial turning point for the engagements below.

Witnessing Nine Nether Elder and the Ten Thousand Souls Banner successfully pinning down Hehuan Old Devil, Xu Ping felt a sense of relief.

With a mere flicker of intent, a Wood Spirit Avatar, intrinsically linked to his true self, materialized behind him.

The Wood Spirit Avatar executed hand seals, summoning seventy-two Magic Swords. These transformations culminated in seventy-two crimson beams of light, swiftly coalescing into the intricate Earth Yang Sword Array around it.

The brilliance of the sword light was dazzling, resembling a crimson nebula in perpetual motion.

Even without deploying the superior Canghua Divine Wood Sword, the sword array, composed of seventy-two Spirit Treasure-grade Magic Swords, bolstered by profound Sword Dao intent and the substantial mana provided by Xu Ping, achieved a state of near invincibility within the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Go!"

The Wood Spirit Avatar thrust its sword forward, unleashing the crimson cloud of swords like a tempest upon the Star Palace and ancient demon coalition.

The downpour of sword light was oppressively dense.

Everywhere it swept, whether it encountered battle formations of Star Palace Cultivators or the resilient low-level ancient demons, all were savagely torn apart, fragments scattering into a sky filled with crimson mist and dissipated demonic qi.