Great Red Immortal Sect

Chapter 696 Battle Situation
Baihe.

The once bubbling hot springs and lush white grass-covered valley have been completely destroyed, leaving only a sky full of black demonic illusions.

From Changjue in the west to Miezheng in the east, the land in between was blasted into a huge circular crater, spanning three thousand miles. Inside, white saltpeter was exposed, sulfurous coals were scattered, and black flames would occasionally ignite, causing further explosions.

The blizzard in the west was quickly covered by the demonic barrier, leaving only a silver figure standing there, with a head resting on the ice platform in front of him.

“Take out the [Chengyi Xianhua].”

Xu Xuan's tone turned slightly somber as he urged Tian Tuo with his mind. Only then did the old demon reluctantly take out the golden-white spark, which was covered with vermilion divine patterns and emitted apricot-yellow smoke.

"This has delayed my preparation for that Shaoyang receptor again."

Although Tian Tuo was dissatisfied, he had no choice but to give away the Shaoyang Spirit Flower since Xu Xuan had obtained it and he had been keeping it for so long.

Xu Xuan gently picked up the spark and sent it to Wei Shuang's brow. He saw the light of Shaoyang surge, reversing the inside and outside, temporarily locking in the other party's injury. However, the ghostly energy of the dead still condensed at her neck and could not dissipate.

Wei Shuang was too weak to speak at this point, and the last bit of her true spirit was shattered. She fainted.

"He was crippled and suffered from both Wen You and Dai Qi's methods. Even if he is saved, he can only live like this for the rest of his life, and his supernatural powers will be difficult to regain."

With a hint of emotion in his voice, Tian Tuo said softly:
"Besides, it's still uncertain whether he can be saved. It would be better for him to die quickly than to suffer while alive."

"Let's go back to Louguan first."

Xu Xuan made a quick decision. He did not intend to seek help from Li Song. The King of Lanshan probably did not care about Wei Shuang's life. The only person in the world who truly cared about this Purple Mansion of Shuangmei Sect was Guan Quan.

This place is extremely far from Yongzhou, thousands of miles away, and given Wei Shuang's injuries, she probably won't last much longer.

Xu Xuan disregarded his own injuries, took out a green wooden treasure box, placed the other's head inside, carefully sealed it, and then stepped into the void, riding the Xun wind, flying away at full speed.

With this movement, the golden wounds on his body reopened, and the intent of destruction and attachment erupted, slicing through flesh and staining his robes red. But he couldn't care less about that now, and rode the thunder towards the heart of Yongzhou.

The vast and desolate desert.

The golden-white radiance swirled and ascended to the heavens, transforming into a deep crimson hue. A pure gold umbrella gracefully descended from the sky, its surface engraved with various mysterious patterns of a steed standing on a high hill and a swan soaring through the heavens.

【Dry Parasol】

The surface of the umbrella was slightly crooked, but it remained intact. At this moment, it emitted a golden-white light and quickly repaired itself.

A man dressed in a crimson royal robe stepped forward. He appeared to be middle-aged, with cold and sharp eyes and a face as if carved by a knife. He put away the precious golden spiritual treasure in his hand, and his expression was extremely unpleasant.

If it weren't for this treasure passed down by the Great Fengqingxuan King, he would have suffered a serious injury, which would have been of no benefit to his perfecting of the [Jing Jixi] skill.

In the distance, a streak of autumn-yellow light flew in, and a golden-armored deity descended from the sky, spitting out the Zhu Ju Zhenren he was protecting inside.

Suddenly, bits and pieces of tattered flesh and blood fell from the sky, the light of the fire dimmed, Song Shiqing's physical body had completely collapsed, and the profound image in his inner vision was even more unstable. At this moment, he was only able to save his life by being locked in by the light of the hidden gold.

"Father."

He tried to speak, but a demonic force gushed from his throat, leaving him speechless for a moment.

The gold was like a vault, providing shelter, but the power of this supreme fire was truly terrifying. The aftershocks from the [Vault Lock Armor] formed by Ru Su alone had already taken most of Song Shiqing's life.

"Kings."

Ru Su's tone remained emotionless, like the clash of metal. He knelt before him and said respectfully:
"His Highness Shiqing has been struck by extreme fire. His physical body is currently damaged and his internal organs are shattered. He needs to be kept alive and his physical body reconstructed."

“Send him back to Nandu and have him treated.”

Arashiyama let out a long breath, and the [Vermilion Bird Yang Fire] and [Fu Guang Li Flame] scattered in the sky fell into his hands. The vermilion and apricot-yellow fire mist rose and surged, reflecting his ever-changing expression.

Ru Su below was in much better condition. Although his cultivation was only at the mid-stage of the Purple Mansion realm, his true form was a top-tier spirit armor. He had withstood the attacks of the Taizu who had not yet attained Dao, let alone the explosion of this corpse puppet.

The fire damages the physical body, causing mountains to crumble and gold to split, and its fury to shake heaven and earth, but it does little to harm his spiritual essence.

He had only used the [White Treasury] to lock Song Shiqing's physical body, and dared not delay, so he headed towards Lizhou, where Nandu was located.

Arashiyama flicked his sleeve and flew forward, arriving at the front of that huge and ferocious pit. Standing on the edge, he saw that the pit was as wide as several counties, and the original white ravine had been completely destroyed.

At this moment, a man dressed in a pure white Taoist robe with a handsome face stood in front of the sky. The small platinum sword in his hand emitted a pale light, intertwined with water and fire, turning the surrounding area into an endless void and darkness.

Fu Yun turned around and looked at the King of Lanshan, raising an eyebrow.

"Song Minglan, you're quick to leave. Why bother with the Fire of Departure? I think cultivating the Void Qi has a much better future."

His tone was laced with sarcasm, but Nalanshan behind him seemed oblivious, as if he hadn't heard a word.

"Where did that monk Wei Yin go?"

"He has fled. He should have returned to the Great Extinction Mountain. He cultivates the Maha Ancient Shakya, the path of precepts and sainthood, and he naturally possesses some skills."

Fu Yun gently raised his hand, and the Zhongyin Dingshu Sword disappeared into the boundless void, vanishing without a trace. Lan Shan stepped forward, standing alongside him, but a surge of bright, blazing fire rose from his body, echoing the two yangs, the light continuing in succession, carrying a glorious aura of victory.

"[Jing Jixi] has made progress; it seems that it was the Great Master Beiyin who made the move."

He looked around, but saw no trace of impending doom, and simply said:

"Nanwang."

"The Grand Master has already taken it away."

Fu Yun's expression was also somewhat grave. The previous actions of the two peak Purple Mansion cultivators were indeed extraordinary and enough to determine the situation on the battlefield.

He paused and continued:
"Xiao Xuelin was executed, and Wei Shuang was seriously injured."

"No. Xiao Xuelin alone cannot support such a magnificent and glorious will of victory. Who else could it be?"

Lanshan's gaze sharpened slightly. He felt that his Fire-Separating Divine Power had improved considerably, and it was probably not something that could be achieved by the fall of Xiao Xuelin alone. There must have been other results.

"That Sword Immortal who cut through tribulations destroyed the Demon of Desire and then stormed into the Cold Heaven, repelled the ancestral spirits guarding the city, severely injured Jingxing, and captured Tiesui. At least 50% of the results of this battle depend on this True Man Xu."

Fu Yun spoke in a low voice. He had not retreated from beginning to end, only using the secret treasure in his hand for protection. As a result, he saw the surrounding commotion clearly and just happened to see that Sword Immortal Xu returning from the north, carrying two heads.

Jingxing was not dead, but his true spirit was nowhere to be seen. However, Tiesui's true spirit was in that head.

"Zhixi, and that Tie Sui."

Arashiyama's gaze sharpened as he looked at the remaining traces of the battlefield. His heart pounded, and he solemnly said:

"How old is he? Less than two hundred years old. He has already perfected three supernatural powers. He will probably be able to complete all five methods before he turns three hundred. With two hundred years left, who in the world can subdue him?"

"Song Minglan, are you afraid?"

Fu Yun turned his gaze, a hint of sneer in his voice, and looked at Prince Li Song beside him.

"Back then, your Song family slaughtered the Shu people to open up Kunwei, causing a lot of trouble. I remember that the one who cultivated the Xuanjian Dao also died there. This Master Xu has a lot of blood on your Song family's head."

"Exterminating the remnants of the ancient Shu lineage was an act of blessing and relief, while ordering the death of Fengxuan's successor was Fuchen's decree. My Song family was merely doing this out of necessity to resist foreign enemies and protect the people."

Arashiyama's tone grew colder, and he said in a deep voice:
"Even if he has two hundred years to run rampant in the Purple Mansion, what difference does it make? Can he still compare to the immortal Golden Core? If he were smart, he wouldn't bring it up again, unless he doesn't care about his sect anymore."

"Moreover, several hundred years later, Da Li should also ascend to heaven and completely sever these karmic ties, and She Lei will have no chance to seek gold."

Fu Yun shook his head, seemingly not agreeing with the other party's statement. He broke through the void, rode on a spiritual cloud, and took one last look at the King of Lanshan.

“I can tell that Xu Xuan and Wei Shuang are the same kind of people.”

He vanished into the void and left abruptly. If this great battle hadn't involved the Demonic Path of Desire, Fu Yun wouldn't have gotten involved. The True Man of Mu Wushan doesn't obey Li Song's orders.

The true path of Qi is to cultivate truth through martial arts, vanquish demons and monsters, refrain from lust and chaos, seek the Dao amidst water and fire, and comprehend the workings of Kan and Li.

In ancient times, there was another continent beyond the North Sea, inhabited by demons. It was a great master of the True Qi Dao who wielded his sword and marched north to vanquish the demons for sixty years, ultimately annihilating the demonic path.

Mu Wu's northward advance is merely an imitation of the ancient Zhenwu story, and the Joyful Desire Demon Land is the best target for his attack, being the most in line with the demonic path among the three demon lands.

'The matter in the wilderness should be settled by now; you can go and ask Senior Brother Fuchang.'

The void closed, the spiritual clouds dispersed, and Lanshan's gaze gradually darkened. He pondered Fuyun's words from earlier, and could only sigh in the end.

'If those within the grotto-heaven were willing to provide more support, the Liao region could be easily pacified.'

He knew best the underlying strengths of Xiao Liao and Li Song. His own grotto-heaven contained more than one lineage. The mere emergence of the True Persons from the various lineages under the Black Fiend Great Dao was enough to easily create a force that could overwhelm an entire sect.

'With the True Lord absent, everyone is thinking about preserving themselves and waiting to reap the benefits at the end.'

Arashiyama's heart grew colder. Back then, the lord issued an edict ordering the Song family outside the grotto to study the way of seeking honor, while those inside the grotto were to cultivate the method of seeking obedience. Thus, the distinction between "Respectful Purification" and "Old Burning" arose.

His final supernatural power is not to cultivate the Fire of Departure, but to cultivate the Lesser Yang. As for that King of Lishan, Song Yuanli, he will cultivate the Water of Kan!
As the ancients said, "When the ruler is in power, it is easy to obtain a seat, but difficult to attain a position of honor." Not to mention, the only truly attainable position of honor among those in the Li Fire realm is the position of "Zhu Li," which has already been reserved by that Tian Chi.

This emperor cultivates the Four Separations and One Greatness, but because of his background, he behaves just like a cultivator who has reached the Perfection of the Separation Fire!
【敬缉熙】To achieve great victory and brightness, not to be dimmed, 【旧焚除】simply burn down the old palace, burning people and burning oneself.

Liaodong was destined to be conquered, but how it would be won was hard to say.

At least for the few high-ranking Song clan cultivators within the grotto-heaven, all they needed to do was descend at the last moment; the work of selling blood and exerting themselves would be left to the outsiders.

When two countries are at war, one careless move could lead to being plotted against and having one's path cut off. This could be due not only to the Liao region's methods, but also to the actions of certain True Lords who are unwilling to leave the Great Fire.

The ones who were truly used as live targets were Arashiyama and Reiyama to the east!
"Lishan, Song Yuanli, the eastern front is much tougher to deal with than this side. I'd like to see how you proceed."

(End of this chapter)