Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 880 - 391: Ancient Demon Hall; An Unexpected Person

Hoo!

Xu Ping slowly exhaled a long breath, which drifted away from his body and turned into specks of ash scattered in the air.

The absolute void in his eyes gradually faded, revealing eyes as deep as the star sea; yet, in their depths lay a trace of ancient extinction.

"Silent Extinction returns to the void, everything is but illusion... Life and Death Divine Light has reached perfection!" Xu Ping couldn’t help but smile faintly.

Xu Ping slowly raised his right hand, and in his palm gathered a gray-white glow.

This glow seemed unremarkable but contained the Power of Destruction enough to chill any living being.

Compared to the previous Great Success Realm, the power of the Life and Death Divine Light at the Perfection realm had increased dramatically.

The terrifying ability to directly extract the essence of life had reached a level that was shocking.

Another card that could cause absolute harm to Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators was now at his disposal.

Thoughts surged like tides but finally calmed down.

Xu Ping slowly stood up, his black robe fluttering without wind.

He introspected himself:

The Mid-Stage Nascent Soul realm had been as solid as a mountain, and his Mana was vast as the abyss.

The Thousand Mechanism Skill helped him control Divine Sense intricately, while the Soul-Breaking Needle was nurtured in the Sea of Consciousness, its fiendish aura hidden.

Ten puppets were lying dormant in his Storage Ring, waiting to be summoned.

Furthermore, he had the newly acquired Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl with him, capable of changing his form at will.

"Everything... is ready. Eight years remain until the Ancient Demon Hall opens."

Xu Ping’s gaze seemed to pierce through layers of rock, looking toward the Ancient Demon Hall set to open soon.

...

Eight years passed quietly like sand slipping through fingers amidst the increasingly restless winds and clouds of the outer seas.

The approaching date for the opening of the Ancient Demon Hall was like throwing cold water into boiling oil, making the entire outer sea Cultivation Realm surge with excitement.

Even though the tragic casualties from the last opening were still vivid, the fall of Mid-Stage Nascent Soul powers rang like an everlasting warning.

But the word "opportunity" was enough to make countless cultivators flush with excitement, staking their lives.

In no time, hidden currents surged, and Escape Lights rose everywhere.

Numerous Golden Core or Nascent Soul Cultivators known for ages or hidden from the world, like sharks smelling blood, gathered from all directions toward the legendary site.

The air was thick with greed, fear, resolve, and madness.

The summit of Blood Bone Island.

The sea wind carried the salty and restless air from afar.

Duan Shuang, in plain clothes, stood silently on the black rock, watching Xu Ping’s Escape Light vanish into the sky.

She didn’t accompany Xu Ping because, with her current strength, she feared she would only be a hindrance.

...

Two months later.

Deep in the outer sea, at God’s Burial Bay.

This place was shrouded year-round in gray-black thick fog, with towering waves and hidden reefs, where the roars of fierce sea beasts echoed endlessly.

At this moment, the sky above this bay of death had become a gathering place for Escape Light.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Every now and then, Escape Light, varying in strength, broke through the thick fog from all directions, rushing towards a point high in the sky with excitement and urgency.

Looking towards the target of those Escape Lights—

Above a thousand feet high, an invisible force parted the dense gray fog, revealing a clear void.

In the void, a majestic palace beyond description silently floated.

The palace was over a hundred feet high, entirely carved from flawless, warm, and smooth jade like mutton fat.

Was this infamous place truly the entrance to the Ancient Demon Hall?

Anyone witnessing this scene for the first time would likely be awestruck, finding it hard to believe!

Upon seeing this floating jade palace, the cultivators, whether Golden Core or Nascent Soul, all displayed joyous looks, their eyes almost bursting with greed and yearning.

Without hesitation, they controlled Escape Lights to collide directly with the golden light barrier.

Surprisingly,

The seemingly solid light barrier, upon contact with the cultivator, rippled like water, flashed white, and the cultivator passed through unhindered, disappearing within the jade doors of the palace.

On this day,

An inconspicuous azure Escape Light broke through the dense fog on the periphery of God’s Burial Bay, suddenly stopping above the sea.

As the azure light dissipated, Xu Ping’s figure emerged.

Instead of immediately flying towards the sky, he stood atop the tumultuous waves, his robe fluttering fiercely, and looked up.

"So this is... the Ancient Demon Hall?" A glint of curiosity flickered in Xu Ping’s deep eyes.

Although well-informed, he was still somewhat surprised.

Suddenly, his Divine Sense spread like invisible tides, instantaneously covering the surrounding hundred-mile sea area, detecting every movement.

At this moment, on the edge of his powerful Divine Sense, he caught an approaching crimson Escape Light at high speed.

That light’s aura was fiercely intense, carrying an unrestrained pressure of Peak of Early-Stage Nascent Soul, charging madly towards the core of God’s Burial Bay.

"Someone’s coming."

Xu Ping’s thoughts moved swiftly, and a playful smile curved at the corner of his lips.

With a flicker, he did not employ any Escape Light but seemed to melt into the air, his presence, Spiritual Power fluctuations, and even vital signs disappeared without a trace.

It was the ’Concealment’ ability of the Thousand Illusion Concealing Pearl.

Just moments later.

Rip!

A crimson cloud tore through the thick fog and, with scorching waves, came to a halt not far from where Xu Ping had disappeared.

The red cloud dissipated, revealing a tall elder with hair and beard like smoldering coal; he emitted a violent, heated aura—the red-haired Nascent Soul Cultivator.

"Ancient Demon Hall..."

The red-haired Nascent Soul looked up, his gaze filled with greed when it touched the jade palace suspended a thousand feet high.

He hesitated no longer, laughed madly, and once again the crimson cloud surrounded him, transforming into a blazing crimson rainbow that dashed towards the golden light barrier.