Shengui Changsheng: Start from Zhenwuwei and add some points to cultivate immortality

There was no rally, no grand speeches. Dozens of figures, each with a sharp aura and at least at the mid-Foundation Establishment stage, silently left the sect under Fu Shaoping's personal leadership, like swords blending into the night, heading straight for the first target marked in the intelligence report—"Black Wind Canyon," located at the border between the Qingxuan Sect and the Blood Fiend Sect.

According to investigations, a large number of Blood Fiend Sect disciples have recently gathered in this area, seemingly constructing some kind of blood sacrifice formation, and have already abducted mortals from several nearby villages.

The Sun Chasing Boat was reforged by Fu Shaoping using his Golden Core magic, making it faster and more stealthy. In just two hours, the group had arrived at the outer edge of Black Wind Canyon.

Deep within the canyon, the stench of blood filled the air, and the faint glow of dark red array lights could be seen. Countless mournful howls and frenzied chanting intertwined, sending chills down one's spine.

Fu Shaoping hovered in the air, his Chaos Reincarnation Golden Core slightly circulated, and his divine sense flowed like mercury, instantly taking in the entire situation of the canyon.

In the center of the canyon, a massive array drawn from countless bones and blood was in operation. At its core, a pulsating, blood-red tumor floated, radiating an evil, devouring power. Hundreds of Blood Fiend Sect disciples sat cross-legged around the array, continuously pushing captured mortals into it. Outside the array, three blood-robed elders at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment presided over the operation.

"They don't even have a single early-stage Core Formation cultivator, yet they dare to be so arrogant." Fu Shaoping's eyes were icy.

He did not order a full-scale attack, but instead sent a telepathic message to several captains behind him, including Yan Feng (who had already advanced to the late stage of Foundation Establishment).

A moment later, several teams dispersed like ghosts, taking advantage of the darkness and terrain to silently approach the key points of the canyon—the array nodes, the sentry posts, and the three Foundation Establishment elders.

Fu Shaoping then identified a blood-robed elder who was closest to him and was supervising at the edge of the formation.

The elder seemed to sense a faint sense of danger and was about to look up—

A chaotic, sword-like thread, seemingly born from nothingness, disregarded spatial distance and instantly swept across his neck.

Before he could even see where the attack came from, his consciousness was plunged into eternal darkness. His head rolled off, and before the blood could even spurt out, it was reduced to nothingness by the annihilating sword intent contained within the sword threads.

Silently, a demonic cultivator at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment perished!
At the same time, from other directions in the canyon, several short screams and sounds of clashing spells rang out almost simultaneously! The elite squad of the Qingxuan Sect had launched a surprise attack!

"Enemy attack!!" The other two blood-robed elders were shocked. Just as they summoned their blood-colored magic weapons, a figure in green robes appeared before them like a ghost.

Fu Shaoping didn't even draw his sword; he simply pointed forward with his fingers together as if they were swords.

"Reincarnation - Imprisonment".

An invisible force of reincarnation instantly enveloped the two of them. They felt time and space around them freeze, their true energy become obscured, even their thoughts slowed down, and all that remained in their eyes was endless fear.

The next moment, two chaotic sword energies appeared out of thin air and pierced through their brows.

Two Foundation Establishment Grand Perfection cultivators have perished!

The key figure in charge of the formation was instantly eliminated, throwing the Blood Fiend Sect disciples in the canyon into chaos!

"Form the formation! Quickly form the Blood Fiend Formation!" a disciple roared in terror.

However, the Qingxuan Sect team, which had already infiltrated the area, would not give them a chance. Sword light burst forth, talismans roared, and the disciples who were trying to form an array were instantly scattered!

Fu Shaoping then took a step forward and appeared above the massive blood sacrifice formation.

He looked down at the wailing mortals and the throbbing, evil tumor, his eyes devoid of any emotion.

The Blazing Sword was finally drawn.

There was no earth-shattering display, just a simple, straightforward slash of the sword.

"The morning glow purifies all things."

The warm glow of the sunset, like the rising sun, bathed the entire formation. The seemingly evil and powerful blood-red light melted away like ice and snow the moment it touched the glow, quickly fading and disintegrating! The resentment and death energy within the formation were purified by the life-giving sword intent, and those mortals who had not yet died felt a warmth spread through their bodies as they were freed from the formation's constraints.

The blood-red tumor emitted a sharp hiss, struggled frantically, and spewed out filthy blood-red light in an attempt to resist.

Fu Shaoping's gaze turned cold, and he subtly unleashed the sword intent of Jingji.

"Death."

The tumor's hissing stopped abruptly, its pulsation ceased, and its surface was instantly covered with a layer of dark red ice crystals. Then, with a "bang," it turned into dust, along with the evil soul power condensed within it, and was annihilated.

Blood Sacrifice Formation, break!
Having lost their leader and the support of their formation, the remaining Blood Fiend Sect disciples were quickly wiped out by the elites of the Azure Profound Sect, like clay chickens and earthenware dogs.

The battle lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Black Wind Canyon, the outpost painstakingly built by the Blood Fiend Sect, was completely uprooted, leaving no survivors.

Fu Shaoping hovered in the air, watching his fellow disciples below quickly clear the battlefield, his expression calm. This was just the beginning, a warning to the demonic path.

He scanned the canyon with his divine sense, then suddenly raised an eyebrow and reached out to grab at the air.

A black jade slip, stained with demonic energy and engraved with strange runes, flew out from the remains of a blood-robed elder and landed in his hand.

Probing with divine sense, the jade slip contained not a cultivation technique, but a simple map and a line of small text:
The main materials for the 'Ten Thousand Souls Banner' are complete and will soon be sent to the 'Netherworld Abyss' to be refined by the 'Ghost Bone Elder' of the Netherworld Sect... I urge you all to expedite the collection of living souls; there must be no delays...

The Netherworld Abyss! Elder Ghost Bones! The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls!
Fu Shaoping's eyes flashed with a cold light!
As expected! The Netherworld Sect is the mastermind behind the Blood Fiend Sect! They are secretly crafting the "Ten Thousand Souls Banner," an extremely evil artifact! If completed, this banner will devour a million souls, possessing immense power enough to threaten even Nascent Soul cultivators!

“Netherworld Ravine…” he murmured the name, his killing intent palpable.

It seems the next target is already clear. He put away the jade slip and looked at Yan Feng and the others.

"Clean up, then immediately evacuate and return to the sect."

"Yes! Elder!"

The group quickly assembled, carrying the rescued mortals and spoils of war, boarded the Sun Chaser, and transformed into a streak of light, disappearing into the darkness before dawn.

A resounding victory in the first battle!
When the news reached Qingxuan Sect, the entire sect was overjoyed!

Fu Shaoping's gaze had already turned to the Netherworld Abyss, where the demonic energy was even deeper and the danger even greater!

His sword yearned to drink even more powerful demonic blood! After the battle at the Netherworld Ravine, Fu Shaoping's name was no longer a spark, but a raging fire, scorching the entire cultivation world. The demonic path trembled, turning pale at the mere mention of "Luoxia"; the righteous path was invigorated, regarding him as a pillar of strength. Within the Qingxuan Sect, his prestige soared, becoming a spiritual pillar for the younger generation and even many elders.

However, Fu Shaoping, who was at the center of the storm, chose to remain silent once again after returning to his sect.

At the summit of Sunset Peak, the sea of ​​clouds grew even deeper, seemingly imbued with the restrained yet powerful Daoist aura emanating from him. He was not complacent despite his series of victories; instead, he remained even more sober. The ultimate duel with Elder Ghost Bone in the Netherworld Abyss, especially the final "Chaotic Reincarnation Slash" that surpassed all limits, allowed him to touch upon deeper levels of his own swordsmanship, while also exposing his shortcomings.

The Great Dao of Reincarnation is vast and boundless; he has only just begun to grasp its essence. The legacy of the Northern Star Sword Immortal is even more immense, like a boundless ocean; he has only absorbed the tip of the iceberg. The power of the Golden Core stage also requires time to fully master, and the integration with the two swords requires even more painstaking effort.

He declined all congratulations and visits, and even temporarily entrusted the affairs of the sect to other elders, beginning a deep period of seclusion.

Inside the cave, time seemed to stand still.

Fu Shaoping's mind was completely immersed in his own Great Dao. The Chaos Reincarnation Golden Core slowly rotated, each movement causing subtle changes in the surrounding spiritual energy, attracting and refining strands of the Dao's rules. With the assistance of the "Star Sensing Chapter" and the Beichen Inheritance, his divine sense continued to grow and condense, like an invisible tentacle, meticulously perceiving and analyzing the fundamental rules that constitute this world.

The three realms of dawn, drifting clouds, and setting sun were no longer merely a cycle, but were constantly evolving, colliding, and merging within his sea of ​​consciousness. He attempted to incorporate his insights into the "order of stars" and "birth and death of the universe" from the Beichen inheritance, so that the dawn contained the grandeur of star birth, the drifting clouds intertwined the trajectory of the Milky Way's movement, and the setting sun added the cycle of star debris returning to silence.

His Sunset Sword Domain is undergoing a fundamental transformation. Within the domain, it is no longer just rosy clouds and sea of ​​clouds, but miniature phantoms of the sun, moon, and stars are beginning to appear, and the aura of birth, death, and reincarnation is becoming more intense, as if it is truly nurturing a nascent chaotic world.

The twin swords, Jingji and Beichen, hovered on either side of the Golden Core, undergoing the daily tempering of the Core's fire and Daoist essence. The annihilating intent of the Jingji sword became even purer and more restrained, its dark red blade seemingly capable of devouring all light; the starry Daoist essence of the Beichen sword, on the other hand, shone ever more brilliantly, its blade adorned with points of starlight that flowed like living things, evolving the mysteries of the heavens. The connection between the twin swords and his mind grew ever stronger, as if they had become extended arms, even a part of his Great Dao.

On this day, he was drawing upon the sword intent of the setting sun, observing the entire process of a phantom star in his sea of ​​consciousness, from its birth to its expansion, and finally its collapse and return to nothingness, comprehending the true meaning of "Nirvana" contained within that ultimate "annihilation." Suddenly, an extremely faint yet undeniably majestic thought, as if traversing endless time and space, gently touched his divine consciousness.

It wasn't an attack, but more like a... summoning? Or perhaps, the awakening and gaze of some ancient being.

Fu Shaoping suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze filled with a chaotic, ever-changing starry sky. He could sense that the source of this intent did not come from the outside world, but rather from the depths of his own Great Dao, from the core of the Chaotic Reincarnation Golden Core, or more precisely, from the essence of the Chaotic Sword Source from the Ancient Sword Tomb that had merged into his Dao Foundation!

At the same time, he keenly sensed that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seemed to be undergoing some inexplicable restlessness. It wasn't directed at any one person, but rather a cyclical "tide" slowly arriving at the level of the entire world.

"The tides of the Great Dao... the changing of eras..."

An ancient term naturally surfaced in his mind. According to ancient records, the cultivation world is not static; it fluctuates periodically with the cyclical changes of certain cosmic rules, entering different stages known as "epochs." The transition between epochs is when the tides of the Great Dao surge, at which time spiritual energy revives (or declines), rules manifest, and while it presents a crisis, it also offers an immense opportunity! Many hidden realms will open, ancient traditions will reappear, and even beings from beyond the realms may descend!
"So that's how it is... No wonder the demonic path has been so active lately. They probably already sensed the approaching tide and wanted to seize this opportunity to gain something, or even... overthrow the righteous path!"

Fu Shaoping suddenly understood; many of his previous doubts were now answered. The Netherworld Sect's creation of the Myriad Soul Banner was likely not merely to deal with the Azure Profound Sect, but also to compete for fortune and resources in the upcoming great era!

"The tide is coming, demons will run rampant, and a great strife will ensue..." he murmured to himself, his eyes not showing fear but instead blazing with an unprecedented light.

Turbulent times breed heroes, and calamities give birth to legends. This crisis is also the perfect stage for him to prove his wisdom and reach the pinnacle!
He ended his brief seclusion and emerged from the cave.

Almost at the same time he emerged from seclusion, the sect leader sent a message summoning him to the main hall on the main peak immediately.

Inside the hall, the atmosphere was more somber than ever before. Not only were the peak masters and important elders gathered, but even several supreme elders who had been in seclusion for years and whose auras were as deep as an abyss were present!

Upon seeing Fu Shaoping enter, everyone's gaze was solemn yet filled with anticipation.

The sect leader cut to the chase, his voice deep and solemn: "Shaoping, you have emerged from seclusion at just the right time. You must have sensed it as well: the world is in turmoil, and the tide of the Great Dao is about to arrive."

An elder with jet-black hair and beard, exuding an aura of endless vitality, slowly spoke, his voice ancient and weathered: "Ancient prophecies speak of the end of this era, when the tides will return, marking the beginning of the 'Return to the Void Era.' Beneath the Void, all things will end, or perhaps... be reborn from the ashes. This is a great upheaval unprecedented in billions of years!"

Another elder, shrouded in sharp sword energy, spoke up, his gaze sweeping over Fu Shaoping like a sword: "At this time of great change in the world, the demonic path is stirring, and behind it may lie ancient shadows or even shadows from beyond the realm. Our Qingxuan Sect, and indeed the entire righteous path, has reached a critical moment of life and death."

The sect leader looked at Fu Shaoping, his eyes filled with entrustment: "Shaoping, you are a once-in-a-millennium genius in our Qingxuan sect, possessing great fortune and inheriting the ancient sword path. In this critical situation, the sect, and even the future of the righteous path, needs you to shoulder the burden!"

Fu Shaoping met the gazes of all the elders and slowly straightened his body. He could feel the heavy responsibility, but even more so, a sense of eager anticipation.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture, his voice clear and firm, echoing throughout the hall:
"When calamity strikes, it is my duty to do my utmost."

"If the demonic path wishes to wreak havoc on the world, it shall first challenge the sword in my hand!"

"In this Era of Ruins, I, Fu Shaoping, will use my sword to carve out a path to survival for our sect and for the righteous path!"

Every word was powerful and resounding, like the clanging of swords!

At this moment, he was no longer merely a talented disciple or a newly promoted elder. He was the sharp sword of the Qingxuan Sect, one of the hopes for the future of the righteous path!

His journey is now inextricably linked to the fate of the entire sect and to the magnificent Era of Return to Nothingness.

A storm is brewing, and his sword has been honed to its sharpest point!
The legend of Luo Xia, the legend of reincarnation, and the legend of Fu Shaoping are about to leave their most magnificent mark on this great era sweeping across all realms! (End of Chapter)