Cultivation Starts from Farming Chapter 929 - 407: Shocking Upheaval (Part 2)
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"As long as you submit to my Holy Race and assist me in conquering this realm, your merits will be rewarded when I report to the Demon Lord, and you shall be bestowed the ’Great Conversion Technique of Holy Demon.’"
"Achieving the perfect demonic body of Divinity Transformation and ascending to the ancient demon world will not be a difficult feat."
"Why prolong this futile resistance, only to face complete annihilation?"
Yun Weifeng’s countenance remained tranquil, like a placid body of water. Upon hearing these pronouncements, a mere sneer graced his lips, his voice ringing out with unwavering clarity, leaving no room for misinterpretation: "Our paths diverge; we cannot possibly cooperate."
"For nearly a millennium, Yun has diligently cultivated, seeking the blissful freedom of immortality and striving to prove the Great Dao of the Human Race. How could I possibly stoop to degrading myself into such a half-human, half-demon abomination?"
"Enough idle chatter, let us settle this with actual combat prowess!"
"Stubborn to the very end."
The final vestiges of indifference vanished from the young ancient demon’s eyes, replaced by an icy, murderous intent. "Then... you shall all serve as sustenance for the arrival of my Holy Race!"
Since words had failed to achieve their objective, only a battle to the death remained!
"Destroy them!"
Almost in unison, the paramount forces from both opposing sides violently collided.
The earth-shattering cacophony of explosions instantly became the sole soundtrack filling the world.
The dazzling radiance of mystical artifacts, the sinister gloom of demonic qi, the resplendent brilliance of divine techniques... more than twenty beings occupying the zenith of this realm engaged in a titanic struggle high above the heavens.
Each impact sent tremors through the very earth, causing the void itself to quiver. The residual energy waves that cascaded down possessed the power to effortlessly level mountains and vaporize entire rivers.
Yun Weifeng unleashed a resounding roar, and a mystical artifact shaped like a jade ruler materialized, emanating waves of ten thousand feet of pristine light, directly engaging the most terrifyingly potent young ancient demon.
In the space where the two collided, the fabric of reality twisted and blurred, and no other combatants dared to venture even a fraction of an inch closer.
Such overwhelming might instilled a palpable sense of dread in all those engaged in the desperate battle.
Xu Ping, naturally, found himself the target of a late-stage Nascent Soul ancient demon.
This monstrous entity stood well over ten feet tall, its form adorned with crimson scales and sporting wickedly curved horns upon its head.
It brandished a colossal axe wreathed in abyssal black flames, lunging with malevolent intent, its blade emitting soul-rending shrieks.
"Shatter them!"
Xu Ping’s gaze remained unperturbed. With a mere exertion of will, seventy-three meticulously prepared magic swords appeared suspended in mid-air, meticulously forming a formidable sword formation with the Canghua Divine Wood Sword as its unyielding centerpiece.
Countless streaks of sword qi interwoven, coalescing into an inescapable domain of oblivion, completely enfolding the crimson-scaled ancient demon within its confines.
The unfettered power of the sword formation, possessing an unparalleled destructive capacity, instantly overwhelmed and subdued the ancient demon’s ferocious onslaught.
A flicker of undeniable wariness crossed the ancient demon's scaled eyes.
Though ferocious, it was by no means reckless.
Intelligence regarding this particular human cultivator had long been disseminated among the higher echelons of ancient demons.
Particularly concerning his peculiar techniques that directly assailed the Divine Sense, rendering them virtually impossible to defend against. For these ancient demons, characterized by their robust physical forms but comparatively fragile Divine Senses, this posed an undeniable existential threat.
Despite its aggressive offensive, it deliberately held back a portion of its strength, remaining perpetually vigilant for a potentially lethal counter-strike.
Xu Ping maintained a steady posture at the heart of the sword formation, employing his Divine Sense akin to a finely-tuned net, meticulously guiding each strand of sword qi in its relentless descent. However, he refrained from prematurely unleashing the formidable ’Soul-Breaking Needle’ concealed deep within his Sea of Consciousness.
He was strategically awaiting the opportune moment, aiming for a decisive fatal blow or, at the very least, a severe crippling of its Divine Soul to ensure an absolute victory.
Surveying the entirety of the late-stage engagement, with the Human Race enjoying a numerical superiority and all major cultivators deploying their most potent secret techniques, the tide of the battle appeared to be decidedly turning in their favor.
Flashes of sword light crisscrossed the battlefield, thunderous skills reverberated, luminous Buddhist energies illuminated the scene, and elusive demonic techniques weaved through the fray... powerful offensive abilities were unleashed without end.
And on the lower battlefields of Foundation Establishment and Golden Core cultivators, even amidst the brutal intensity, the major forces of the Human Race managed to staunch the relentless onslaught of tens of thousands of demon troops by drawing upon their depleted reserves.
A colossal spectral phantom, meticulously refined over centuries by a demonic sect and having attained the peak of late-stage Nascent Soul cultivation, wrought havoc amongst the demon ranks, leaving vast numbers of lower-level ancient demons to fall and their souls to scatter.
On a separate front, a titanic figure of white bone, towering thirty feet in height and entirely constructed from enigmatic white jade bones, swung a gargantuan cudgel with the force of a collapsing mountain, cleaving massive swathes through the enemy ranks with each devastating swing and annihilating countless ancient demons!
The overall situation seemed to be steadily shifting in favor of the Human Race's ultimate triumph.
However, precisely during this seemingly straightforward progression, an unforeseen alteration occurred. The ancient demon, locked in combat with a white-haired yet youthful elder wielding a mystic purple-gold bell, began to falter. But, at this pivotal instant, a peculiar, sinister grin contorted its grotesque features. In the blink of an eye. It completely disregarded the elder’s approaching bell-strikes, as the demonic qi surrounding it imploded inwards with astonishing swiftness! "Hmm?" A premonition of danger washed over the elder, though the source eluded him. Boom!!! An explosion, vastly exceeding any typical self-annihilation, detonated with immense force. The physical form of the late-stage Nascent Soul ancient demon detonated as if it were an ignited explosive. A destructive energy shockwave surged outwards like a relentless tsunami, carrying with it countless putrid, vile flesh fragments and pure, annihilating Demon Essence. "Not good!" The elder's countenance shifted dramatically; while he couldn't grasp the reason for the demon's sudden self-destruction, its sheer power was undeniable and terrifying. He rapidly circulated his mana, causing the purple-gold bell to expand instantly, its runes flaring intensely on its surface, forming an impenetrable barrier behind him. The potent bell waves fiercely clashed against the explosive energy, producing a thunderous cacophony. Yet, within the chaotic epicenter, where raw energy raged and Divine Sense struggled to penetrate. A phantom figure, nearly invisible, moved with unimaginable speed, circumventing the bell's defenses and rapidly approaching the elder's physical form. Only when the silhouette was almost upon his face did the elder, guided by his profound cultivator's intuition, perceive the lethal peril, his pupils constricting to sharp points. But, it was far too late! Buzz!