This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable Chapter 1762 - 10: Mingyue in the Sky

While the Sky Dome Heaven remained serene, with its radiant street lamps and the echoes of learning, beyond its confines, the seven formidable passes and Heavenly River City were utterly consumed by a conflagration of blood and fire.

Following Luohu's successful refinement of the Heart of the Demon Holy, the remnants of the Holy Demon Clan, previously in a state of inaction, finally decided to cease their passive observation.

Without any form of decree or discussion, they collectively mobilized their forces, commencing their advance onto the grand stage.

It was possible they perceived the inevitable conclusion and sought to quickly establish their allegiances, intending to avoid retribution from Luohu should he attain the status of Demon Holy, or perhaps they were simply eager to partake in the spoils of war.

Regardless of the underlying reasons, the significant victory at Guangling Pass was swiftly followed by an all-encompassing counteroffensive from the Demon Race.

The second grand conflict between the paths of Taoism and the Demon Race had officially begun.

The perilous circumstances of being encircled in various territories prevented Guangling Pass from further capitalizing on its hard-won advantage.

This was due to the urgent need for cultivators from diverse regions to return to their own domains posthaste.

The counterattack launched by the Demon Race this time was extraordinarily savage.

—With the unified deployment of all Demon Races from every region, they were no longer concerned about defending their rear territories and could dedicate their entire focus to the front lines, channeling all their might into the assault.

The vast legion of demons descended like an unstoppable locust swarm.

Demonic Qi surged skyward, as if determined to reshape the very fabric of the heavens and earth.

The sky, once a clear blue, became obscured by ominous, thick demonic clouds.

Occasionally, slivers of sunlight would penetrate the heavy gloom, casting a dark, oppressive magical radiance upon the land, instilling a profound sense of unease.

Confronting the full-scale onslaught of the Demon Race, the Human Race, which had spent twenty millennia in preparation, unleashed an astonishing reservoir of power.

In a mere month, the grounds surrounding the city walls of the seven mighty passes and Heavenly River City transformed into a colossal charnel house.

For this fated war, the Human Race had amassed extensive preparations, including, but not limited to, potent talismans, single-use magical artifacts, and formidable war machines...

The Demon Race, conversely, was equally well-prepared.

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Beyond the fortifications of Yanlan Pass, the encampment of the Giant Spirit Demon Clan spanned an immense distance of thousands of miles, marked at its center by thirty-six colossal stone pillars.

Coiled around these towering pillars were entwined strands of verdant demonic vines.

From these stone pillars, dense, spectral green demonic qi began to emanate, spiraling upwards towards the sky. It coalesced and contorted, ultimately taking the form of a lifelike effigy of a Demon God.

Possessing a form neither human nor beast, its immense stature reached tens of thousands of feet high, capped by a gargantuan head bearing a single, piercing eye. It brandished a Heavenly Great Rod, exuding an aura of savage ferocity.

Shimmering magical light enveloped the scene, weaving an illusionary and fantastical tableau.

This was the revered symbol of the Giant Spirit Demon Clan: The Immortal of Colossal Spirit.

The Demon Lord of the Giant Spirit Clan materialized before the colossal statue, a savage grin contorting his features as he bellowed, "The Giant Spirit Demon God has materialized; who among you dares to stand in our path?"

"The Immortal of Colossal Spirit!"

"The Immortal of Colossal Spirit!"

A thunderous roar erupted from the Demon Army, resembling a turbulent, boiling cauldron. Countless demonic cultivators fixed their bloodshot gazes upon the towering statue of The Immortal of Colossal Spirit, their eyes blazing with a frenzied madness as they fervently chanted its name.

This invocation seemed to transcend mere words, acting as a potent incantation capable of bestowing boundless strength.

The collective cry of tens of thousands resonated like the collapse of mountains or the fury of a tsunami. Now, with millions upon millions of demonic cultivators joining the chant, it felt as though the very heavens and earth were on the verge of disintegration.

Even the cultivators defending Yanlan Pass, known for their steadfast resolve, could not entirely suppress the tremor of profound terror that shook them from within, disturbed by the soul-stirring chorus.

In the subsequent moment, amplified by the wave of demonic cultivator acclamations, the Giant Spirit Demon God surged forth from the confines of the thirty-six stone pillars. Its solitary eye snapped open, and with a mighty swing of the Heavenly Great Rod, it directed its blow towards the ramparts of Yanlan Pass, which were protected by intricate formations of spiritual light.

A colossal shadow descended, engulfing Yanlan Pass entirely.

The expressions of the Yanlan Pass defenders shifted drastically, overwhelmed by an oppressive premonition that their defenses were on the verge of collapse. They hastily began to channel their mana to erect a bulwark.

Brilliant spells ascended into the heavens, striking against the gigantic effigy of The Immortal of Colossal Spirit.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

However, the manifestation of The Immortal of Colossal Spirit before them radiated an invincible might, as if a true Demon God had descended upon the mortal realm.

Every incantation was consumed by the divine radiance emanating from the Colossal Spirit Immortal, turning to naught but dust. The Colossal Spirit Immortal pressed onward, its advance unwavering towards Yanlan Pass.

A tremor ran through every cultivator manning Yanlan Pass as they gazed upon the looming silhouette. In any conflict other than a war between civilizations, the mere presence of the Colossal Spirit Immortal's effigy would have been enough to shatter the opposition's morale. Yet, the profound divergence in the nature of this war, faced with such an overwhelming dread, ignited a desperate resolve within the human cultivators, a willingness to embrace their fate against the precipice of annihilation.

Upon the battlements, all warriors poured their might into their actions, unleashing their most masterful spells, their most formidable magical artifacts, and their most guarded secret techniques, holding nothing back.

At a precise moment, an awe-inspiring cannon-like artifact materialized atop the ramparts of Yanlan Pass. Its structure was entirely crystalline and azure, of a scale that defied comprehension.

This magnificent armament was one of the strategic anchors Yanlan Pass had meticulously prepared for this conflict. It was a grand-scale war artifact conceived from the principles of mundane artillery, possessing the caliber of a Quasi-Daoist Artifact, identified as the Central Heaven Spiritual Weapon!

The Central Heaven Spiritual Weapon wielded devastating potency but demanded an exorbitant expenditure of resources. Each discharge consumed wealth equivalent to a large city's annual output, reserved strictly for the gravest of emergencies.

Undoubtedly, the present circumstances qualified as such a dire hour.

"Unleash the assault!"

A furious roar echoed, and in a fleeting instant, a colossal torrent of light erupted, impacting the very head of the Colossal Spirit Immortal with immense force.

In that singular moment, an incandescent spectacle of spiritual and arcane energies illuminated the heavens, only to clash, fracture, and dissipate in unison.

The sheer brilliance of the explosion completely enveloped the immense form of the Colossal Spirit Immortal.

Coupled with the barrage from the cultivators of Yanlan Pass, even the Colossal Spirit Immortal, despite its overwhelming power, was propelled backward, its colossal body crashing heavily onto the ground.