Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 914 - 402: Divine Sense Advancement, the Nirvana Blood’s Unexpected Effect (Part 2)

"Late-Stage Nascent Soul, eh..."

This notion prompted a faint sigh from deep within Xu Ping, blending thrill with the stark realization of the arduous path lying ahead.

Breaking through at this stage proves so grueling that it drives ninety-nine percent of Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators to utter hopelessness.

Talent, temperament, fortune, resources... every element must be present without fail.

Despite Xu Ping’s solid groundwork and formidable prowess, he dared not guarantee a flawless breakthrough; meticulous preparation and gradual power buildup remain essential.

Duan Shuang lags even more behind in this regard.

Not yet approaching the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul barrier, Late-Stage Nascent Soul stands as a remote dream for her.

For Xu Ping, decades have elapsed since his advance to Mid-Stage Nascent Soul,

yet his cultivation has merely settled, nowhere near the mid-stage pinnacle, with the late-stage threshold looming even more dauntingly.

Cultivation’s journey stretches endlessly, demanding patient, step-by-step progress.

Half an hour later.

Duan Shuang slowly emerged from that enigmatic trance, her gaze sparkling as satisfaction radiated from her whole form.

She murmured softly with Xu Ping for a bit, exchanging insights and achievements.

Xu Ping then rose and departed the cave dwelling, heading back to his secluded room in the Blood Bone Hall.

...

Time flows like a river; serene cultivation life vanished in a flash, marking two years gone by.

That very day,

right at the Ancient Demon Hall’s gateway, buried deep in the Outer Sea amid layers of sealing arrays, an unforeseen event erupted abruptly!

Woo—ow——!!!

The once-steady space channel trembled fiercely all of a sudden.

Vast demonic qi roared out like a dam bursting, denser and more savage than before, surging wildly in all directions.

Myriad grotesque ancient demons, howling ferociously, exploded from the demonic qi torrent.

Several among them unleashed horrifying presences that shook the souls of the sentinel cultivators—emanations from Late-Stage Nascent Soul ancient demons.

"Trouble! Demon tide’s bursting out—late-stage ancient demons!"

"Hurry, power up the grand array to maximum!"

"Dispatch calls for help now—summon all late-stage ancestors!"

The on-duty Nascent Soul cultivators paled in terror.

Roaring commands, they directed the cultivators to pour in mana, forcing the preset layered defense arrays to their utmost.

At the same time, they madly crushed top-tier Communication Talismans one by one!

The barrier screen quaked intensely, issuing a shrill creak amid the relentless onslaught from hordes of ancient demons and clashes of those dread auras.

...

Days later, inside Blood Bone Island’s subterranean cavern.

Xu Ping, eyes shut in quiet contemplation of sword arts, sensed a disturbance and snapped them open.

Palm turning over, a jade slip swirling with misty qi materialized in his grasp.

His Divine Sense swept inside, uncovering a dispatch from Cloud Ancestor Yun Weifeng.

Its content was brief:

Disturbances at Burial God Bay—a massive demon tide outbreak, at least two Late-Stage Nascent Soul ancient demons sighted, frontline under crushing strain, urgently seeking Xu Ping’s prompt reinforcement.

"At last... it arrives!"

Clutching the jade slip, Xu Ping betrayed no trace of dread; rather, his eyes flashed keenly with rising battle lust!

Rising swiftly, he stepped forth and materialized beyond the hall.

Calling the Water Lake Rat, he ordered, "Guard the island securely."

"Squeak, Master, rest assured," the Water Lake Rat thumped its chest confidently.

Given its power, only a Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator’s direct visit could threaten it, ensuring the island’s protection.

This left Xu Ping mostly at ease.

Next, he visited Duan Shuang’s cave abode to notify her of his demon-slaying mission.

"Xu Lang..." Duan Shuang fretted a little.

"Don’t worry, I’ll be back shortly." Xu Ping offered a gentle smile, softly stroking her face, his tone casual yet brimming with assurance.

After a few more soothing words to Duan Shuang, Xu Ping’s Escape Light coalesced, streaking off as a piercing blue-green rainbow, vanishing instantly from Blood Bone Island’s airspace.

His velocity outstripped typical Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivators by far.

...

Two months onward.

Burial God Bay, before the Ancient Demon Hall’s portal.

The formerly calm ocean zone had morphed into an infernal warzone.

Demonic qi warred savagely with spiritual radiance; blasts, bellows, and brutal fight noises thundered without cease.

Human cultivators' forces, supported by dozens of enormous light-screen formations carefully arranged ahead of time, fought desperately but firmly against endless surges of the ancient demon horde resembling a black tidal wave.

These ancient demons displayed countless weird shapes, with some like colossal spiders ejecting acidic venom toward the light barriers.

Others looked like thundering bulls, boldly crashing their bodies into the formations without fear.

Flying demons, similar to locust swarms, persisted in their gnawing and shredding attacks.

Their numbers felt infinite, demonic qi fusing into a massive dome that shrouded the entire sky.

Thankfully, the formation setup was sturdy and vast; light screens spun around, endlessly butchering and pushing back the onrushing weaker ancient demons.

Cultivators stayed protected behind the formations, some launching magical treasures for distant strikes, others keeping the arrays running, or teaming up for quick sorties to kill foes and pull back fast—strategies sharp amid crushing pressure, keeping the front line steady for the moment.

Inside the formation.

Within an unremarkable cloud formation, two silhouettes lurked quietly, their auras merging perfectly with the drifting clouds, watching the savage battlefield below with icy detachment.

The one in a deep robe stood tall with a striking yet serene face, eyes vast like a stellar ocean—none other than Xu Ping, here to provide aid.

His companion wore a sky-blue magical robe, possessing refined looks and a mild aura—Supreme Elder Shan Tianyou from the Mystic Water Sect.

"These ancient demons... their intelligence seems excessively low."

Xu Ping's eyes raked over the battlefield with eagle-like keenness, scrutinizing the ancient demon forces clashing against the human cultivator army.

He saw that even ancient demons hitting or approaching third rank just rampaged blindly, showing no tactical teamwork at all, fueled only by beastly instincts and raw killing urge.