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Chapter 313 The Battle Ends, Time to Take the Ruler! (4000)

A huge red sun sank in the west, the sunset glow was like blood, the red clouds were thick, and the sky turned crimson, spreading like blood, desolate and eerie.

A strong, pungent smell of blood assaulted the senses of the creatures.

This is not an illusion, it is real. The sounds of battle are deafening on the earth. Countless creatures are engaged in a life-or-death struggle. Blood and bones cover the mountains and rivers, everywhere.

Too many, too many lives were lost in this battle; everyone was driven to madness by the fighting.

Zhang Yuanzhu's crimson robe was so bright red that it was impossible to tell whether it was the color of blood or the color of the clothes themselves.

He wore the Mountain Seal on his head, held the Heaven Measuring Ruler in his hand, and his body was like a red dragon, killing wantonly.

Before and behind him, there were no more old friends or fellow disciples. This war lasted for seven days, and they had long been scattered on the battlefield.

At this moment, all he can do is take care of himself.

"Roar!"

"Ant, die!"

A roar exploded, scattering blood and dirt across the ground.

Not far away, a gray-blue bull demon, its hooves like pillars of heaven, stomped down on a Taoist priest in a blue robe.

The air billowed out, and a vast cloud of dust billowed up.

Before the hooves even got close, the overwhelming pressure caused the blue-robed Taoist to cough up blood and retreat continuously, seemingly on the verge of death.

"Qi Heng?"

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, his double pupils narrowed, and he made his move.

Raise both arms as if embracing a mountain.

Boom!

The dark seal above his head trembled and then transformed into a vast, ancient mountain that connected heaven and earth.

kill!

He stepped forward and slammed his arms down.

The massive mountains, carrying the will to crush the sky and annihilate all enemies, pressed down.

The gray-blue bull demon stopped its hooves, suddenly raised its head, its beastly eyes bloodshot, and stared at the massive, crashing mountain.

"A low-grade magic weapon? You're courting death!"

The bull demon roared, and streaks of azure lightning burst forth from its body, converging towards its horns.

At this moment, the pair of bull horns resembled two peerless divine swords, the explosive power of thunder and the sharpness of the swords merging into one.

Its limbs and hooves stomped the ground, causing the earth for dozens of miles to tremble violently. The bull's head suddenly charged forward, stabbing towards the mountain.

Sword energy crisscrossed, lightning flashed majestically, and mountains stretched endlessly.

In the blink of an eye, the sword light and the mountain had clashed nearly a hundred times.

The deafening roar continued unabated.

On the earth, Qi Heng stared in horror at the sky as they fought, even the slightest aftershock was enough to make him bleed and lie dead.

"Stop charging forward, retreat."

A peaceful voice slowly entered my ears.

Qi Heng suppressed the shock in his eyes, nodded at the blood-stained figure, and left without saying a word.

Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled up in a smile.

'Not bad, at least you know how to be flexible.'

The young man whispered in his heart.

He then looked up, his expression icy as he stared at the gray-green bull demon, his eyes filled with fierce killing intent.

With a single step, lightning crackled in his palms, and his five fingers shifted unpredictably.

A majestic, sacred, and awe-inspiring purple gate appeared atop the Great Mountain.

The portal seemed to connect to the depths of the heavens, and a desolate and violent aura filled the world.

Taixu Leique!

The portal trembled slightly, causing the entire mountain to shake violently. Its already powerful aura surged several times over in an instant.

Click~click~
The dazzling sword light split open, and the bull demon that had charged towards the sky began to retreat and fall.

Roar roar~
The bull demon roared desperately and rammed into the mountain.

bang~
The two horns exploded, turning into fragments that wiped out living beings and unleashed a torrent of blood.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged as he continuously changed hand seals and slowly took a step forward.

With each step taken and each change of spell, the purple gate trembled slightly, causing the bull demon to bleed and its body to be stained with blood.

It struggled desperately, supporting the great mountain, but was reduced to silence by the suppression of the Mountain-Embracing Seal and Thunder Magic.

Once the bull demon had completely stopped breathing, Zhang Yuanzhu retrieved his magical artifact, dispelled his magic, and put away the demon's corpse.

A Thunder Beast at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment with extraordinary bloodline is worth collecting.

Bang bang bang~
“Zhang Yuanzhu, the prodigy of Immortal Soldier Valley, I have heard of your name in the Star Sea.”

A young man dressed in a plain white robe strode over, his palms clasped together.

With each step taken, the people or demons around them would perish, turning into a pool of blood that reeked of a foul stench.

Zhang Yuanzhu casually slapped several demons who were trying to take advantage of the situation to death, his gaze fixed on the young man in a plain white robe.

He felt a sense of familiarity and quickly recalled what he had seen and heard.

Gradually, a savage grin spread across his face.

"So the so-called major foreign corporations are just a bunch of vermin like you."

"The Soul-Eating Poison Palace is colluding with the demon race; they're practically courting death!"

As the words fell.

He took a step forward, his body slightly tilted, and in an instant, Zhang Yuanzhu's figure seemed to rise infinitely, filling the space and becoming the only one in the world.

His magical power, vital energy, and spiritual awareness surged forth, rushing towards the Measuring Ruler that hovered beside him.

He always remembered Xie Beiling's warning: when facing the Soul-Eating Poison Palace cultivators, do not waste a single word, but attack directly and kill them with all your might.

buzz~
The long, white ruler trembled, bursting forth with rays of light, like celestial radiance, eternally unchanged.

He raised his arm and grasped the measuring rod.

Boom~
Like a great sun blooming in the palm of your hand, one after another illusory figure emerges from the radiance.

There was a noble and graceful princess, a ferocious Xuan Shui dragon, and the towering Lord of Chu Yun Mountain, former adversaries, roaring, howling, and burning, giving their all to push the Measuring Ruler forward.

At this moment, the young man in the plain white robe lost his composure; his opponent had attacked with all his might, which was beyond his expectations.

His poison techniques were not yet ready to be used, and he vaguely saw the shadow of the Puppet Sect in the current attack:
"How could the methods of Painted Skin Peak be possible!"

There was no response, only brilliance!
Glory!!
Still Radiance!!!

Endless radiance engulfed and covered everything.

A long, shimmering white ruler, like a beam of celestial light, swept across the earth, tearing everything apart.

No one knows how much time passed, but the light faded, and the earth was empty.

Only one crimson figure stood amidst the mountains and rivers, holding a long ruler, and strode forward.

The blood-red sunset shone on the young man, stretching his shadow to an extremely long length.

The conquest continues, the slaughter never ceases, and Zhang Yuanzhu keeps moving forward, battling against the hordes of demons.

He had been wounded, leaving gruesome scars on his body; he had bled profusely, severely injured by powerful demons who overwhelmed him with their cultivation levels; he had even faced a demon who had condensed evil energy, whom he had defeated and attempted to kill, only to have the demon escape.
His battle robes were stained with blood, his face was covered in blood, but his eyes were bright as day.

Spiritual consciousness, physical body, and magical power are like refined iron falling into a furnace, constantly being tempered and becoming increasingly brilliant and dazzling.

A day has passed!
Five days have passed!
Eight days have passed!!!

This campaign lasted for a full half month, leaving countless demon corpses floating in the air and cultivators lying dead on the ground.

Zhang Yuanzhu arrived at the edge of Guyashan Mountain. Looking down, he saw a desolate and vast landscape stretching to the horizon.

Behind the youth, the demon city crumbled, and with the impact of the ninth level, it turned into wreckage and fell to the earth.

At this moment, there are no longer any large-scale demons putting up resistance on the battlefield, and they are rapidly falling.

"The demon race has been defeated!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, his eyes calm and unwavering.

He turned around and began searching the battlefield, looking for the lineage's predecessors.

The youth trudged through flesh and blood, pausing occasionally to collect the remains of the powerful.

Too many people had died—Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, and even Qi Condensation stages—their flesh and blood mingled together, easily separated and selected by Zhang Yuanzhu. Suddenly, the young man stopped, his gaze falling.

A pair of eyes pierced through flesh and blood, and discovered an arm beneath the shredded flesh.

This arm was strong and bronze in color. At the break, blood flowed, each drop of blood as clear and translucent as a ruby.

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes flickered, and with a light wave of his hand, the arm beneath the flesh vanished.

Within the storage bag, array patterns bloomed, transforming into chains that bound the severed arm, sealed its aura, and suppressed its blood energy.

'A severed arm at the Qi Condensation Realm, not a bad gain.'

Whispering in the heart of a young man.

He continued searching the battlefield, while the communication stone in his pocket flickered, sending messages to several senior members of the Daoist lineage, trying to inquire about the situation, but there was no response.

He could only walk the battlefield, exploring inch by inch.

During this time, he found the remains of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator and carefully put them away.

Meanwhile, many surviving cultivators silently walked the battlefield, searching for spoils of war, and everyone tacitly kept their distance from each other.

Time passed second by second, and the sound transmission stone in Zhang Yuanzhu's arms trembled slightly.

He suddenly stopped in his tracks.

The next instant, crackling sounds!
Transforming into lightning, it traverses the sky, crossing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, hovering in mid-air.

The young man lowered his gaze and looked at the red-haired old man, then breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Huo Lao's aura was weakening, it was good that he was still alive.

Lost in thought, he landed on the ground, a thought flashing through his mind.

A phantom azure phoenix appeared, and scattered specks of azure light began to heal the old man's injuries.

"Senior Huo, it's good that you're alive."

When the old man saw Zhang Yuanzhu arrive, a smile appeared on his cold and hard face.

"I am an old man, so I may die, but Yuanzhu, as long as you are alright."

"The conquest is not yet completely over, do not waste your magic power on this old man."

Zhang Yuanzhu draped his arm over the long ruler and changed the subject.

"Elder Huo, have you seen the Mountain Lord and the two elders? I tried to send a telepathic message but received no response."

Old Huo shook his head.

"I don't know about Zijing. He hasn't returned since the battle with the Ning Sha demon clan. As for the two elders..."

Old Huo clenched his fists, his face filled with sorrow:

"The war was too brutal. The disciples of the sect were all lost on the battlefield. I saw one of the elders from afar. He turned into blood and bones in the aftermath of the battle between the strong."

Zhang Yuanzhu remained silent. This was the battlefield; anyone could die.

Compared to this campaign, the previous wars between Yan and Qian were like children playing.

Zhang Yuanzhu and Huo Lao remained silent for a moment before beginning their search of the battlefield. One by one, the surviving disciples were found and gathered together.

More and more information came to the attention of the two of them.

Another elder, whose whereabouts are unknown, has also perished.

A disciple once witnessed the elder being killed by a powerful demon.

As for the mountain lord Chen Zijing, there was no news for three days in a row, and Zhang Yuanzhu had already prepared for the worst.

"what!"

The young man was surprised. The sound transmission stone in his bosom vibrated slightly, and a voice entered his mind.

In an instant, Zhang Yuanzhu breathed a sigh of relief.

The mountain lord has replied!
Without hesitation, the young man tilted his head slightly:
"The mountain lord is fine. We will wait here and arrive soon."

"okay, I get it."

Huo Lao nodded, loosened his grip on his fingers, and felt much of the sadness in his heart dissipate.

It is truly fortunate that the pillars of the Daoist tradition, both now and in the future, have survived such a perilous battlefield.

The two, along with their disciples, stopped and waited quietly in place.

Half an hour later, a huge warship appeared in the sky.

A man dressed in white with an ordinary face stood at the bow of the ship, waving to those below.

"Mountain Master!"

"Zijing!!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out from the crowd, boosting their spirits.

Zhang Yuanzhu looked at the mountain lord, his gaze shifting to the other's left arm, a ripple stirring deep within his eyes, his five fingers gripping the long ruler tightly.

Chen Zijing seemed to sense something, nodded to the young man, and then glanced at the many disciples:
"Board the ship and return to the city!"

As the words fell, streaks of rainbow light shot into the sky and landed on the warship.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked his sleeves, tossing the last few disciples, whose magical power was exhausted, onto the warship before stepping into the air and boarding it himself.

He stepped onto the deck, came to the left side of the mountain lord, and whispered:

“Rebuilding a severed arm should not be difficult for you, Lord Yu.”

"I knew I couldn't hide it from you!"

The mountain lord's face was bitter. He lightly stomped his foot, and the warship sped away.

He glanced sideways at Elder Huo, who was arranging his disciples, and spoke in a voice only two people could hear:
"The demonic energy at the severed arm was too dense, containing the malevolent energy and laws of a powerful demon, which had penetrated deep into the bone marrow and could no longer be removed."

"No need to overthink it. Surviving such a campaign and continuing to protect the lineage is already a great achievement."

Chen Zijing looked at his left arm, the arm conjured by magical power, which ultimately carried a trace of illusion and was seen through by his own disciple.

Zhang Yuanzhu loosened the long ruler, letting his arms hang naturally. He gazed at the distant mountains and rivers.

The two fell silent, and the warship sped across the battlefield, guiding one after another of the Zhuoyang and Hanhai disciples onto the warship.

After searching the entire battlefield, they slowly drove towards the ninth level.

At this moment, this ancient city sits on the edge of the ancient cliff mountain, like an ancient god overlooking the entire demon land.

In front, they blocked the demons from climbing; behind, they blocked the demons' return journey.

"Wuliang Palace has won!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, his expression indifferent.

Although the Boundless Palace suffered considerable losses in this battle, driving out the demon race, they ultimately emerged victorious.

Chen Zijing remained silent, gazing at the jagged cracks on the city wall, as he steered his warship into the ancient city.

Only after arriving above the encampment did he allow the disciples to leave and recuperate.

At this moment, only Zhang Yuanzhu, Chen Zijing, and Huo Lao were on the warship.

At this moment, the mountain lord no longer concealed himself, dissipating the magic power in his left arm to reveal his arm, which had been severed at the shoulder.

At the fracture, a dense demonic aura permeated the air, constantly corroding the flesh and blood, attempting to spread upwards, but was blocked by crimson magical power.

The two sides fought fiercely amidst blood and flesh, resulting in a stalemate.

"Zijing, you...you..."

Old Huo whispered, his eyes filled with worry.

"No need to worry, it's already a good thing to have survived this battle."

"In this battle, quite a few Ning Sha True Persons perished."

Chen Zijing laughed, not caring about the injury on his shoulder.

Zhang Yuanzhu's double pupils were deep and unfathomable. He carefully observed the demonic aura emanating from the wound, and vaguely sensed something inexplicable, but he could not discern it.

A blue light shone in their eyes, and a rich vitality filled the warship.

A glint flashed in the young man's eyes, and a blue light already covered the mountain lord's severed arm.

zizi~
Flesh and blood wriggled, bones reappeared, skin appeared, and in the blink of an eye, a third of the arm appeared.

next moment.

Bang bang~
Flesh and blood sloughed off, bones turned to ash, and the regenerated arm exploded open.

The severed arm was restored to its original state.

(End of this chapter)