Longevity Thunder Ancestor

Chapter 922 Rakshasa Cultivation World

At this time, more than two thousand miles southeast of Huangdang Mountain, a series of camps were set up on a plain.
Teams of Tianli cultivators were setting off from their tents in different directions, the atmosphere tense and oppressive.

At this moment, in a large tent erected high in the center, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Inside the tent sat more than ten cultivators, each exuding either extremely powerful auras or extremely obscure and dangerous ones.

They were all Nascent Soul cultivators, and most of them were at least at the mid-stage.

Two of them, in particular, are exceptionally skilled.

One of them was an old man sitting in the main seat. He was dressed in coarse linen clothes, thin and with dark skin. At first glance, he looked like an old farmer from the fields.

The spiritual pressure emanating from him was barely perceptible, and he seemed quite inconspicuous compared to other Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, his eyes shone brightly as he opened and closed, and every move he made exuded immense power, clearly indicating that he was a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The other person was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe, with a pale face that looked as if he had just crawled out of a coffin.

Wisps of black mist emanated from the man. Although his expression was calm, it could not hide his arrogance. Occasionally, black light would flash in his eyes, making him look extremely eerie.

This person's powerful spiritual pressure was not concealed at all, indicating that he was also a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The others in the tent seemed to be very wary of this black-robed cultivator, keeping a distance from him, and occasionally glancing at him with disgust.

Besides these two, there was also a handsome young cultivator dressed in a blood-red robe, sitting there with a calm expression.

If Ningfa were here, he would be surprised to recognize this person.

This person was none other than his cousin Ning Daozhen, the reincarnation of that powerful figure from the Blood Heaven Sect, who was now also at the early Nascent Soul stage.

The atmosphere inside the tent was somewhat oppressive. The gaunt old man coughed, and then his gaze, like that of a hawk, fixed on a burly cultivator who was about ten feet tall and dressed in pale gold.

Although his voice was calm, it was full of pressure as he said, "Tag, are you saying that even with the intelligence on the defenses of Huangdang Mountain provided by Fellow Daoist Yougu, you not only suffered a crushing defeat, but Huricha and Gru also perished on the spot?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at the monk named Tagg with varying expressions.

The man calmly said, “Lord Tumen, we did have the advantage, but at the critical moment, a large number of high-level cultivators came to our aid. There were ten Nascent Soul cultivators alone, and one of them was extremely powerful. Fellow Daoists Huricha and Gelu died at his hands.”

Upon hearing this, everyone was startled. Even the seemingly arrogant black-robed cultivator showed surprise in his eyes.

The gaunt old man frowned, his expression grave. "Could it be that some powerful cultivator from Cangyuan has arrived? This doesn't match our intelligence..."

Tag shook his head and said, "That person is not a great cultivator, and is even completely unfamiliar. He should not have shown his face before, and his cultivation level is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul."

After speaking, the man immediately flicked his finger, and a golden light flashed in the air, which suddenly transformed into a phantom image of a person, a handsome and dashing young man.

Tag then said with a solemn expression, "Based on my judgment, even if this person's strength has not reached the level of a great cultivator, it should be very close. Fellow Daoist Huricha was even directly killed by him with a single sword strike, and his nascent soul did not escape."

Everyone was extremely surprised, but because Tagg was quite prestigious, no one questioned him much, even though what he said seemed very exaggerated.

The withered old man frowned and slowly said, "How could such a powerful cultivator appear out of thin air? Could it be that he only succeeded in forming his Nascent Soul in the last ten years or so?"
But given their immense strength, it's even more impossible..."

After saying that, the old man seemed to realize something and immediately turned his head to look in another direction.

There, Ning Daozhen, who had been calm all along, suddenly changed his expression and stared intently at the figure in the air, looking extremely shocked.

The gaunt old man's eyes flashed, and he immediately asked, "Fellow Daoist Ning, do you seem to know this unfamiliar powerful figure?"

Everyone immediately looked at him. Only then did Ning Daozhen take a deep breath, and the shock on his face slowly faded, but his eyes were still flashing.

He said slowly, "That's right, I do know this person."

His name is Ning Fa. More than fifty years ago, before you invaded Cangyuan, he was already quite famous in Cangyuan, ranking first on the Star Ranking alongside Wang Xuance.

Later, he perished on the ancient immortal island and disappeared without a trace. Unexpectedly, he has now returned after achieving the Core Formation stage.

Everyone's expression shifted, and some even showed a look of reminiscence in their eyes.

Because they had used the Soul Searching Technique before when killing Cangyuan cultivators, they were not unfamiliar with the frequently appearing name Ning Fa.

At this moment, the withered old man pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked Ning Daozhen, "Fellow Daoist Ning, you and that Ning Fa both share the surname Ning, and given your demeanor just now, could it be that you two..."

Ning Daozhen said frankly, "That's right. He and I were indeed in the same family before. I even have to call him my cousin."

However, after my memories fully returned, I had absolutely no connection with the Ning family, and naturally, the same was true for Ning Fa.

Upon hearing this, the withered old man glanced at Ning Daozhen again, then nodded. After a moment's thought, he said, "Since this group of strong reinforcements has arrived at Huangdang Mountain, it's not advisable to continue the offensive. Let's focus our main attack on Luohun Mountain and Qiyun Mountain. We can just use a feint attack to contain Huangdang Mountain."

It's just a pity about Fellow Daoist Yougu's fiendish soul clone. We were hoping it would be of great use, but now…”

But before the old man could finish speaking, the black-robed cultivator suddenly reached out and interrupted him, his eyes flashing with black light as he said:
“Fellow Daoist Tumen, please wait a moment. There is important intelligence from Huangdang Mountain. Biwu has other purposes in leading so many Nascent Soul cultivators to provide support.”

Everyone looked at him in surprise, but before long, the black-robed cultivator's expression suddenly changed drastically. He then began to form hand seals, and the black light around his body danced wildly, emanating an extremely eerie aura.

The others frowned deeply, and some even unconsciously moved further away from where they were standing.

Shortly after, with a loud bang, the black aura surrounding the black-robed cultivator suddenly exploded and even swept outwards.

But at that moment, a glint flashed in the eyes of the withered old man, and his withered, black right hand, like an eagle's claw, suddenly grabbed.

A burst of gray light emanated from his hand, instantly freezing the raging black energy in place as if it had been imprisoned. After a long while, it shrank back into the black-robed cultivator's body.

At this moment, the black-robed cultivator's face was even paler, and the divine light in his eyes had dimmed, indicating that he had consumed a great deal of vital energy.

His brows furrowed deeply, his eyes filled with anger, but also with a hint of fear.

He then took a deep breath, his expression returned to normal, and he shook his head, saying, "My evil spirit clone was destroyed, and it was this kid who discovered it and made the move."

Upon hearing this, even the gaunt old man couldn't help but show a look of shock in his eyes.

After all, this black-robed cultivator was no ordinary person; he was not one of their Tianli cultivators.

Instead, he came from another mysterious Rakshasa cultivation world, possessing unparalleled and extremely powerful demonic arts.

This time, a major force in the Rakshasa cultivation world cooperated with Tianli to assist them in invading Cangyuan, so a group of highly skilled Rakshasa cultivators came to help.

In particular, these people are skilled in the Soul Clone Technique, which allows them to perfectly possess other cultivators. This is extremely strange and powerful, and it is also a major advantage that Tianli has for launching this invasion of Cangyuan.

This Yougu is one of the leaders of the Rakshasa cultivators who came this time.

He once boasted that even great cultivators would find it difficult to detect the Cangyuan cultivators possessed by his evil spirit clone.

However, to his surprise, his evil spirit clone was not only exposed at the very beginning of the war, but was also easily killed.

The others were shocked and looked at the black-robed cultivator with some confusion.

The man glanced around, then sneered, "What, do you think my Soul-Slaying Divine Power is so easy to withstand? Want to try it out?"

The others fell silent. The black-robed cultivator then sneered, "Hmph, that kid's soul is so powerful that it's no weaker than mine. His supernatural abilities are also extremely strange. That's how he managed to kill my evil soul clone. It couldn't even escape. So you don't need to doubt it anymore. This kid's strength has definitely reached the level of a great cultivator."

The gaunt old man frowned immediately, a look of worry flashing in his eyes. He then asked, "Fellow Daoist Yougu, what is this important intelligence you just mentioned that you discovered?"

The black-robed cultivator chuckled, "This information is extremely important to you..."

When the black-robed cultivator finished speaking, even the withered old man couldn't help but change color.

"What? A special treasure specifically designed for us Tianli cultivators?"

The others inside the tent also looked surprised, and murmurs immediately broke out.

At this moment, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the withered old man, and he said, "Although I don't know what this treasure is, just seeing that the other party has sent such a powerful figure as Ning Fa here, I know that it is no ordinary thing."

Therefore, our action plan needs to be changed. Huangdang Mountain will be our main target. I will also explain this to the other elders of the Holy Temple and see if we can send more forces to provide support.”

At this moment, the black-robed cultivator suddenly said, "That brat broke my Fiend Soul Avatar, so this time I can make an exception and personally help you to go to Huangdang Mountain to capture and kill this person."

However, everything he possesses must belong to me. Fellow Daoist Tumen should have no objection to that, right?

The gaunt old man glanced at him, then slowly said, "If it were anything else, that would be fine, but if it's a cultivation technique or something like that, I hope we can share it."

Upon hearing this, the black-robed cultivator frowned and cursed under his breath as an old fox.

Although he didn't say it explicitly, the old man had clearly guessed it.

Ning Fa must have cultivated a very advanced soul cultivation technique, which is why he was able to detect and destroy his evil soul clone, which is why he said that.

But after thinking it over, he reluctantly said, "Alright then."

The gaunt old man smiled and looked at Ning Daozhen, who still had a slight frown and seemed to be thinking about something, and said, "Fellow Daoist Ning, I would like to ask you to come along this time. Your Blood Dao Divine Power may have a miraculous effect on this person."

(End of this chapter)