This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1758 7: Ancestor and Saint_3

A Semi-Saint Realm Asura King's self-explosion can resist every divine ability across Heaven and Earth—what chance did a mere top-tier Demon Lord have?

Far off in the distance.

All the Human Honorable Realm cultivators stood stunned, utterly shocked.

Who could have foreseen this shocking turn?

From their perspective, Vimozhiduoluo had escaped without harm, only to be blocked by the abrupt arrival of Lu Qingshan, who annihilated him completely before anyone could respond.

Glances were exchanged among everyone, particularly by the Heavenly River City's Honorable Realm experts, as they recalled Lu Qingshan's earlier words.

"Actually, you don't know how strong I am."

At last, they gained a true sense of it.

Despite lingering problems for both sides right now, Vimozhiduoluo's death didn't conclude the conflict.

Sharing a tacit agreement, they eyed one another briefly before scattering swiftly to massacre the fleeing Demons.

Soon after, the edge of this spatial rift became a brutal slaughterhouse.

Though the Demons desperately wanted to withdraw and evade combat, despite the Human coalition mustering half the Seven Domains' power with a huge edge in elite fighters, the brutal clashes raged on for four full days before finally fading.

One can easily picture the Demons' terrifying might.

Without Chu Mu Shen and Lu Qingshan, Humans would have faced near-total despair in this Dao-Demon War.

.....

Outside the spatial rift's border, soaring high in Gao Tian.

Human Honorable Realm powerhouses gathered under the lead of Lu Qingshan, Qi Butian, and Lin Xiu.

Below them stretched an endless desert where Human cultivators wrapped up the aftermath: sweeping the battlefield, saving allies, counting casualties, and gathering fallen comrades' items...

"Tianyuan Sword Immortal, what brought you here...?" Lin Xiu inquired warily, diving right into the matter without touching on the counteroffensive's triumph.

This massive win failed to stir excitement among those there, for they understood it wasn't the crux.

The true crux rested with Lu Qingshan—or more precisely, Luohu.

Lu Qingshan shook his head.

"Haven't found Luohu..." Lin Xiu's face shifted subtly.

Not just him—every Honorable Realm cultivator there sensed a cold dread grip their hearts.

"I located him, but far too late. By the time I reached Luohu, his Heart of the Demon Holy had already taken shape..." Lu Qingshan shared this openly, passing on the exact details without hiding anything.

"Heart of the Demon Holy already formed..." Bewilderment flickered across Lin Xiu and the others' gazes.

If confronting the overwhelming Demon army still let them cling to defiant resistance,

then against a Demon Holy, such resolve meant nothing.

Typically in battles, a single person's prowess barely sways vast wars.

Yet once personal power hits an extreme threshold, the entire dynamic flips.

The Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal's mere emergence had shattered the equilibrium between Humans and Demons.

Just Lu Qingshan's battle might—still shy of Demi-Ancestor yet vastly exceeding it—sufficed to crush every Demon Lord, flipping the Humans' dire straits into dominance.

But what if the superior Demons birthed a Demon Holy outstripping even the Ninth Tribulations Sword Immortal?

"Should Luohu rise as Demon Holy, it's all finished," despaired Martial Emperor Juque of Heavenly River City.

Now, even his fighting spirit had almost vanished.

All due to those two fateful words: Demon Holy.

As Heavenly River City's eldest Honorable Realm cultivator, he'd fought in the initial Dao-Demon War and seen the Ancestral Taoist's horrors up close, grasping that realm's dread fully.

Under these Heavens and Earth, nothing halts a Demon Holy's advance.

Much like how, before, none could block Ancestral Daoist Xia.

Lu Qingshan observed the abruptly despairing faces around him, staying quiet.

He agreed with Martial Emperor Juque's grim assessment yet rejected surrendering to destiny.

From the instant Luohu departed, he'd relentlessly brainstormed ways to challenge a Demon Holy.

No matter the immense challenge.

Though dubbed a clash of races, it had boiled down to a showdown between two supreme beings.

"Don't lose hope." As morale plummeted, a weathered voice abruptly echoed.

All heads turned upward to find Qi Butian staring straight at them.

Qi Butian's locks were fully silvered, his bearing heavy with years, yet his gaze shone vividly.

Only now did it hit them—this Pavilion Master, so recently young upon assuming his role mere decades back, had aged so profoundly?

"Pavilion Master Qi, do you have a strategy?" Lin Xiu spoke up, his throat dry against his will.

Even if he deemed it improbable, Qi Butian's resolute posture ignited a flicker of hope deep in his heart.

"It's not completely finished," Qi Butian nodded steadily amid the doubtful stares from the crowd, "We truly cannot prevent Luohu from achieving Demon Holy anymore, nor halt a Demon Holy, but...

Since Luohu manages to rise to Demon Holy, why can't we produce an Ancestral Realm to oppose it?"

"Yet another Ancestral Realm?"

The atmosphere turned rigid as if iced over; the crowd fell utterly silent, gaping dazedly at Qi Butian.

It hardly qualified as a brilliant strategy.

All were aware that solely an Ancestral Realm could rival a Demon Holy.

Yet how does one attain an Ancestral Realm simply through wishing?

Across the entire annals of the Human Race, merely one Ancestral Daoist Xia had arisen.

Ancestral Realm, the mythical Tenth Realm of cultivation, proves far too vague and transient.