Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 906 - 399: Outer Sea Alliance; Obtaining the Moon Shadow Stone (3)

This signifies that his Mana reserves have hit the absolute peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, offering no further space for progress.

Just that rare chance for Divinity Transformation is left.

His power vastly outstrips any regular Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

He holds a shocking combat feat—slaughtering a peak Late-Stage Nascent Soul powerhouse with his own hands hundreds of years prior.

The immense worth of this achievement needs no explanation.

Confronted by such formidable might, Xu Ping reflected inwardly and admitted he fell short for the moment.

"Senior Yun, you overpraise me."

Xu Ping replied humbly, "My humble cultivation seems like a firefly's glow next to the brilliant moon before esteemed seniors like you—scarcely worth noting."

With a smile, Yun Weifeng caressed his beard, said nothing more, and waved his hand: "Young friend, have a seat."

Xu Ping glanced across the vacant seats, planning to pick one at the lower side.

Right then, a refined middle-aged cultivator in a water-blue robe, positioned not far beneath Yun Weifeng, flashed a warm smile and gestured invitingly toward him:

"Young friend Xu, if it suits you, come sit by Shan."

Xu Ping glanced and identified him as Shan Tianyou, Supreme Elder of the Mystic Water Sect.

Given his close ties with Liang Ming and his spouse, his bond with the Mystic Water Sect remained solid.

This action clearly extended a friendly overture.

"Many thanks, Senior Shan."

Flowing naturally with it, Xu Ping approached and took the empty chair next to Shan Tianyou. He then settled in with eyes fixed on his nose, nose on his heart, remaining quiet while subtly scanning the attendees from the edge of his vision.

Ten figures filled the hall, embodying the zenith of the Outer Sea Human Race's might:

The trio of Late-Stage cultivators from Yunxiao Sect was naturally there.

Hundred Cloud Hall sent a withered elder radiating a faintly sinister vibe, differing from their usual overbearing flair.

Two Demonic Cultivators attended.

One being Xuanmo True Monarch, aura profound with a faint smile; the other a mute elder wrapped in dark robes.

The last four hailed from other premier sects, serving as Supreme Elders or sect masters.

Xu Ping observed no true Loose Cultivator Late-Stage Nascent Soul experts among them.

This made sense, for Loose Cultivators reaching late stage were sly veterans, drifting freely without ties.

Despite the demon calamity's ferocity, they possessed ways to endure or flee to safety; they likely shunned joining the fight.

As his eyes fell on Xuanmo True Monarch, the latter appeared to sense it already, locking gazes in an instant.

A spark of sharp curiosity flashed in Xuanmo True Monarch’s profound eyes, his lips twisting into an eerie, hard-to-describe grin.

A chill stirred in Xu Ping's heart. Because of the Harmony Old Demon incident, he naturally felt heightened caution toward Demonic Cultivators, especially this one exuding intense peril.

He discreetly shifted his gaze away, avoiding further looks.

Noting all had gathered, Yun Weifeng cleared his throat softly, face growing grave: "With everyone present, let us start discussing the demon calamity matter."

"Aside from young friend Xu, you all are familiar faces, so no need for extra words."

The hall's mood turned oppressively tense right away.

The talks that followed centered on strategies against the demon calamity.

These attendees stood at the Outer Sea's power summit. Though untouched by the demon calamity themselves, their sects' ancient texts detailed it.

Quickly, a general plan emerged:

Primarily, gather supplies at once to erect mighty Defense Arrays in the human-held zone at the Ancient Demon Hall's entrance.

These would create the initial barrier, aiming to trap the demon calamity's core forces deep in the Outer Sea.

Then, send Nascent Soul-led elite teams to vigilantly track shifts at the Ancient Demon Hall entrance, accurately assessing Demonic Qi corrosion levels and potential eruption sites.

The vital essence lay in all Late-Stage Nascent Soul experts shouldering the duty.

To block and destroy any Late-Stage Nascent Soul-tier ancient demons breaching the lines or sneaking through elsewhere.

This forms the key to holding the defensive front.

Demons at or below Late-stage Nascent Soul would get taken care of by the array and battle formations formed from mid- to low-level cultivators.

Not a single person raised any objections to this plan.

After all, the true rulers of the Outer Sea remain the Demon Race, while human forces cluster in limited regions, upholding a longstanding unspoken agreement with the Demon Race—each side guards its own territory.

This method primarily aims to safeguard their home territories.

Once the overall strategy was set, Yun Weifeng shifted his eyes to Xu Ping and addressed him kindly:

"Young friend Xu, coming from a Loose Cultivator origin, you lack a base of power in the Outer Sea and have minimal ties."

"During this demon disaster, the Human Race must unite. If you have requests or ideas, don't hesitate to voice them."

"We'll strive to make it happen if it's within our power."

"Here it is."

Xu Ping's heart leaped; this was exactly the opportunity he'd anticipated.

After a brief moment of thought, Xu Ping spoke steadily in a composed tone: "My thanks to Senior Yun and all the seniors for your regard. Indeed, I have a single request."

He paused briefly before adding: "I require urgently a top-grade artifact forging material, Moon Shadow Stone. A small amount suffices, but superior quality is preferred."

"High-quality Moon Shadow Stone?"

At these words, Yun Weifeng lightly knitted his snowy brows.

Many other mighty cultivators present also displayed contemplative looks.

Moon Shadow Stone proves scarce and typically serves to craft certain unique Magical Treasures or array hearts, where quality standards tend to be quite particular.

The hall fell into a brief hush.

Abruptly, a voice laced with eerie indolence rang out:

"Moon Shadow Stone?"

"Hehe, how fortunate—I possess just such a piece, and regarding its caliber... I'd say it's rather fine."

Every gaze swung toward the one who spoke, Xuanmo True Monarch.

A peculiar grin curled his mouth as he turned over his hand.

A fist-sized odd stone, profoundly azure, dotted with myriad starlight specks whirling inside, appeared in his grasp.

The instant this stone emerged, ambient light faintly waned, releasing a chilling, tranquil vibe brimming with vast spatial power.

"Oh?"

Xu Ping's eyes locked onto it immediately.

His Divine Sense probed it discreetly, flooding his heart with delight.