Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 928 - 407: Shocking Upheaval

"Unified command... it appears a high-ranking ancient demon has descended."

"No wonder even a figure like Senior Yun Weifeng has been alerted and has come in person." Xu Ping inwardly marveled, his expression growing more serious.

At that instant, a voice transmission reached his ear with precision. It was Yun Weifeng’s voice, summoning him to the conference hall situated within the grand spirit ship that floated behind the Human Race's defense line.

Xu Ping did not dare to waste any time. With a swift movement, he transformed into a streak of light and instantly disappeared from his original spot.

...

Inside the spirit ship’s conference hall, the atmosphere was grave and heavy.

Upon entering, Xu Ping observed that all ten Great Cultivators who had previously been in the late-stage Nascent Soul realm were already present.

Furthermore, there was an additional individual, none other than Sikong Ziyan.

After many years apart, Sikong Ziyan’s presence had become even more composed, his mana surging with perfect harmony, having also successfully advanced to the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.

He perceived Xu Ping’s gaze and offered a slight nod in acknowledgment.

Xu Ping was not particularly taken aback by this.

Given Sikong Ziyan’s exceptional talent and the backing of the Yunxiao Sect, his breakthrough to the late-stage Nascent Soul stage was far more probable than that of an ordinary cultivator at the mid-stage.

"Young Friend Xu has arrived, please take a seat."

Yun Weifeng, occupying the head seat, maintained a serene demeanor.

"My apologies to the seniors for the delay."

Xu Ping cupped his hands in a respectful salute, his expression tranquil, and naturally proceeded to sit beside the familiar True Monarch Shan Tianyou.

Once Xu Ping was seated, Yun Weifeng surveyed the room. Seeing that all attendees were present, he dispensed with formalities and declared in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists, let us forgo pleasantries."

"This demonic calamity is of an unprecedented nature; surely, what you have witnessed upon your arrival has already made this evident."

His tone carried significant weight: "Based on various investigations and reports, this time, orchestrating the Ancient Demon Army from behind the scenes is undeniably a presence at the Nascent Soul Perfection stage, directing unified command, which facilitates stringent discipline and emanates demonic might akin to a prison.

"It is even conceivable... that an ancient demon from the Divinity Transformation Stage could forcefully descend into this world through techniques such as Divided Spirit and Nascent Soul!"

"A Divinity Transformation descending?"

Upon hearing these words, every cultivator present, including Xu Ping, adopted incredibly grim expressions.

The devastating power wielded by the Hehuan Old Demon was still vividly imprinted in Xu Ping’s memory.

Even with Xu Ping's current capabilities, it could not be definitively stated that he could contend against such a foe.

The atmosphere within the hall became unbearably oppressive, almost to the point of suffocation.

Yun Weifeng observed the reactions of those present and then altered his tone, injecting a measure of assurance:

"However, there is no need for excessive apprehension. Even if a Divinity Transformation-level demonic presence genuinely descends, I shall personally confront it!"

His gaze was like a piercing lightning bolt, sweeping across everyone: "Your responsibility is to adhere to the plan and exert your utmost to annihilate the demon army under its command, with particular emphasis on those high-level ancient demons!"

The cultivators assembled were all exceptional individuals and grasped the gravity of the situation. Upon hearing his pronouncement, they all solemnly nodded in agreement.

At this juncture, any hesitation would be equivalent to sealing their own demise.

The meeting extended for several hours, during which detailed discussions covered individual responsibilities, protocols for various emergency scenarios, and collaborative offensive strategies.

For the most part, Xu Ping remained a quiet observer, offering minimal input.

In the strategic planning for a confrontation of this magnitude, these Great Cultivators, who had lived for centuries, even millennia, possessed a wealth of experience far exceeding his own.

His designated role was to serve as a keen blade, poised to seize opportunities to cleave through the demon army's formations, eliminate high-ranking ancient demons, and provide support to all fronts as necessity dictated.

....

A fortnight later, the Ancient Demon Army finally commenced its advance.

At that moment, the entire world seemed to convulse.

Boundless demonic qi surged forth like a black, overwhelming tide, accompanied by deafening roars that instilled terror in all directions.

The Ancient Demon Army marched in impeccable formation, resembling an unyielding torrent of steel, an imposing momentum that instilled dread in every heart.

Even more terrifying was the sight of nine formidable ancient demons hovering at the forefront of the Ancient Demon Army, emanating immensely powerful auras.

What caused hearts to palpitate was the presence of nine figures suspended in the air at the very vanguard of the demon army's formation, appearing like nine unassailable demonic mountains.

Their appearances varied wildly: some were grotesquely terrifying, while others bore humanoid forms yet possessed a more sinister mien, radiating an aura as profound as an abyss—they were unquestionably horrifying entities at the peak of the late-stage Nascent Soul realm.

In the midst of these nine demons, an ancient demon stood. His appearance was indistinguishable from a youth of the Human Race, clad in jet-black armor. A stern yet handsome countenance was etched upon his face.

His gaze, indifferent and sweeping over the entirety of the Human Race's defense line, treated them as mere ants.

Though his aura was contained, it caused the surrounding space to waver and collapse subtly. His formidable presence clearly indicated the pinnacle of Nascent Soul cultivation.

A terrifying pressure, akin to tangible waves, battered the Human Race's defense line relentlessly, filling countless cultivators with an icy despair.

"Hmph!"

At that precise moment, a frigid snort, like thunder from the highest heavens, reverberated, instantly dispelling a significant portion of the oppressive demonic pressure.

From the spirit ship, a brilliant light shot skyward.

Led by Yun Weifeng, a total of twelve figures ascended, their forms soaring into the air to fearlessly confront the nine ancient demons.

Eleven Great Cultivators at the late stage of Nascent Soul, along with Xu Ping, simultaneously unleashed their spiritual pressure without restraint.

Their immense mana stirred the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi, causing the void for hundreds of miles to emit an unbearable buzzing. Spiritual Qi erupted, forming countless small whirlwinds and turbulent currents of energy.

Twenty-one distinct auras, belonging to the absolute peak powerhouses of this realm, violently collided in the sky above. Invisible fields of force clashed, sparking with flashes of spiritual qi, as if the very fabric of space were on the verge of tearing apart.

The young ancient demon's gaze settled upon Yun Weifeng. He spoke with indifference, his voice carrying clearly to every listening ear, yet lacking any boisterousness. A hint of unpleasant superiority laced his words:

"You cultivators of the lower realm, possessing only innate talent, and confined to this shattered world, with no path toward Divinity Transformation, no means of ascension—pitiable, truly lamentable."