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Chapter 319 Body Refinement Completed, Great Battle Begins (4000)

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged, his body crackling with lightning. His eyes were open, and his double pupils swirled like the sun, exuding an oppressive aura.

His expression was icy as he gazed at the creatures gathering outside the formation:
"roll!"

A loud shout.

The formation trembled, the desert exploded, and tens of millions of tons of sand and gravel were thrown up.

One by one, figures coughed up blood and retreated.

Whether they were demons or human cultivators, they all stared in horror at the great formation.

However, some powerful figures, their faces filled with anger, roared to the sky:
"who?"

"presumptuous!"

“There are living beings here in seclusion; it is not that a treasure has been born.”

Some left silently, while others, both human and demon, lingered around, watching the formation with ill intent.

The other party was too domineering; they had only searched the area for a short while before making their move.

Given this, it is natural that some beings would want to disturb those who are in seclusion and cultivate.

Several blurry creatures stood high in the sky and suddenly launched an attack.

The heavens and earth trembled, and streams of magic and demonic energy transformed into torrents, bombarding the great formation and creating ripples.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression remained unchanged, the situation outside the formation taking in his mind.

A thought came to my mind.

The lightning around him subsided, and the dark clouds in the sky dispersed.

"Want to die? Fine, I'll grant your wish."

The young man stood up and strode out of the formation.

It's just a body-refining exercise, not a closed-door breakthrough. It can end whenever it wants.

The Thunder Dragon Spirit Realm flew out from his arms, hovered above his head, and cast streaks of lightning.

Ta-ta-ta~
The heavy footsteps shook off wave after wave of attacks.

At this moment, the young man stood on the ground like a thunder god, surveying the many figures.

kill!

The youth transformed into lightning, streaking across the sky.

The mirror trembled, lightning burst forth, and charred figures fell to the ground, lifeless.

In less than ten breaths, the surroundings became clear.

Except for those who left at the beginning, all perished.

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu returned to the formation, activated the great formation, and began body tempering once again.

boom! Boom!

Dark clouds appeared, lightning flashed, and the kidneys rapidly absorbed the lightning, constantly refining themselves.

Time passes day by day.

In the blink of an eye, twenty days had passed.

During this time, no living beings came to disturb the young man's cultivation.

The night was deep, and the bright moon had disappeared.

Zhang Yuanzhu sat cross-legged on the riverbed. The once underground river had long since evaporated with the fall of thunder.

The young man closed his eyes and looked inward at his body. Subtle lightning flickered in his liver, heart, lungs, spleen, and kidneys, and an inexplicable flow and convergence of energy was observed.

He quietly sensed the changes in his body, feeling the rise in his qi, blood, and strength.

"The third level of the Nine Tribulations Thunder Body has been achieved!"

Zhang Yuanzhu spoke softly, a smile playing on his lips.

The strengthening of the body is not the greatest benefit of tempering the five internal organs.

He slowly opened his eyes.

Crackling~
Strands of lightning flashed from his eyes, illuminating the darkness.

Raise your palm and spread your fingers.

Five colors of lightning—green, red, yellow, blue, and gold—emerged from the fingertips, swirling and flowing, covering the palm.

"A lightning technique, that's quite a good gain."

Thunder magic was initially created based on the circulation of the five internal organs and the five thunders, and cannot be considered fully completed.

Most importantly, this thunder technique is compatible with the Great Void Thunder Technique, serving as the resources for that killing technique.

Zhang Yuanzhu comprehends the thunder in his palm.

It is unknown how much time passed before the five-colored lightning slowly dissipated.

Next comes the fourth level of body refining – tempering the blood.

He tempered himself with the blood of nine thunder beasts, suppressed the lingering resentment within, and achieved his own perfection.

Tempering blood was nothing to him.

However, collecting the blood of the Thunder Beast might be a bit troublesome, as it requires the essence blood of a Thunder Beast at the fourth level of Foundation Establishment.

Fortunately, obtaining the Thunder Beast will be easier during the war between humans and demons.

and……

Zhang Yuanzhu waved his hand, and a bluish-gray ox carcass appeared on the riverbed.

The cow's carcass was grotesque, with strands of lightning coiling around its body, and blood mixed with lightning continuously flowing from its wounds.

This thunder beast was killed by him while protecting Qi Heng. Its bloodline was extraordinary and could be used as blood to temper one's own blood.

Extend your palm and point it out of thin air.

Crimson-gold flames rose from the gray-blue ox corpse, melting flesh and bones into ash.

The enormous cow carcass shrank rapidly.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, only a clump of blood and a pair of bull horns remained in the crimson-gold flames.

Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze fell on the bull's horns, which were dark black and resembled two divine swords, their sharpness fully revealed.

With a wave of his hand, a pair of bull horns floated down into his palm.

Gently tap and rub with your five fingers.

A hint of regret flashed across Zhang Yuanzhu's face.

Good materials, but unfortunately he is not proficient in the art of weapon crafting.

Or rather, one has exhausted all one's energy on body refinement, cultivation, spells, and formations, leaving no energy for anything else.

With a flick of his wrist, he put away the pair of bull horns and looked at the mass of blood essence floating in the air.

Open your mouth.

suck~
A fierce wind arose, and blood was swallowed directly.

boom!
It was as if a bolt of lightning had entered his throat, causing the beast's blood to scatter and surge throughout his body.

In his mind, a gray-blue thunder bull appeared, its beastly eyes scarlet, its body filled with resentment and unwillingness.

roar~
The thunderous ox roared, its four hooves pounding as it crashed into the six-story pagoda.

In an instant, the bull's horns broke off, its resentment vanished, and its entire body disappeared into thin air.

The six-story pagoda remains as radiant as ever, unchanged in the slightest.

At the same time, the violent beast blood began to soften.

As the resentment and hatred dissipated, only the purest beast blood began to temper the blood throughout the body.

Zhang Yuanzhu, sensing the progress of the training, speculated:

"It takes about fifteen days to hone the essence blood of a thunder beast."

Lost in thought, the young man stood up and dusted off his red robe.

Now that my training is over, it's time to go back and participate in the battle between humans and demons.

He took a step forward, searching his surroundings, and saw array plates and flags rising from the ground, which he then put into his arms.

Once all the surrounding array materials had been collected, the young man transformed into lightning and sped away.

Thunder roared, and within a few hours, a vast city came into view.

The aura of war soared to the sky, and waves of killing intent permeated the vast wilderness.

Whether they were demons or cultivators, the two sides faced each other across the desert, the atmosphere extremely heavy.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils slightly. Was a great battle about to begin?
As soon as the young man reached the city gate, a deep voice reached his ears.

"Junior members of Immortal Soldier Valley, ascend the city wall."

The young man paused slightly, sensing several familiar presences on the city wall.

He leaped up and strode forward.

High in the sky, a dozen or so figures sat suspended in mid-air, looking down.

Some were shrouded in eerie gloom, some were enveloped in divine light, and some shone with golden brilliance... Each of them exuded a powerful aura.

These are all True Immortals of the Condensing Fiend realm, gathered here at this moment, like a dozen great suns blooming, dazzling and impossible to look directly at.

Zhang Yuanzhu strode over, looked up, nodded to his own mountain lord, and then looked at the many immortals.

He looked calm and composed, casually draped his arm over the long ruler, gazing at the old man in feathered robes standing in the middle.

"What business does the Master have with me?"

The old man in feathered robes had a serene expression, his arms resting flat on his knees.
"Young friend, your return is timely. If you hadn't come back soon, I might have had to ask your sect's leader to come in person." He paused, a hint of seriousness appearing in his eyes.

"The battle between humans and demons will begin tomorrow morning. The victors will reap the rewards, and the losers will retreat."

"This battle concerns the countless lives of the ancient cliffs, young friend, you must do your best."

Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes were calm as he gently stroked the long, white ruler with his five fingers.

"I will win!"

The young man's voice was calm, yet it contained absolute confidence.

He was never worried about the outcome of the battle; what he took seriously was the journey home after the fighting.

"The young man is indeed confident, regarding the demon race as nothing."

The old man from the Sword Sect lineage laughed heartily.

A demonic figure, shrouded in black mist, sat cross-legged on a pale paper bed and spoke:
"I've heard that you traversed thousands of miles of demonic lands and defeated many of the geniuses of the Puppet Sect. I imagine you won't disappoint the fellow Daoists of the Boundless Palace either."

"but……"

The paper-figure Daoist Master paused slightly, his scarlet eyes peering down through the black mist.

"Is it too selfish of you to make all sorts of demands on the fellow Daoists of Wuliang Palace?"

"This battle concerns Ancient Cliff Mountain. As disciples of Immortal Soldier Valley, we should fight to the death."

Zhang Yuanzhu tilted his head slightly, glancing sideways at the paper-figure Daoist Master, and whispered:
"I heard that two Ning Sha True Persons died in the Paper Doll Dao lineage, one of whom was a peak Ning Sha True Person. They were truly selfless."

Boom!

The demonic figure suddenly stood up, and a surge of energy pressed down upon it.

Like a sacred mountain collapsing, or a vast ocean being overturned.

"You little brat, you're courting death!"

The Great True Person at the peak of the Condensation Realm, whose foundation was considered profound within the Dao lineage, perished in the war between humans and demons, causing heartache to the Paper Doll Dao lineage. Now, however, this incident is being brought up again, reopening old wounds.

The paper-figure Daoist Master's killing intent surged, almost undisguised.

"Old ghost, the disciples of my Zhuoyang lineage are not under your control."

Chen Zijing stood up, took a step forward, and blocked the young man's path.

His white robes fluttered like the rising sun, dispelling any murderous intent.

Zhang Yuanzhu strode forward, standing shoulder to shoulder with the mountain lord, looking directly at the serene-faced old man in feathered robes, a smile spreading across his face:
"When did the real man take in a dog? How can he let it out so that everyone knows about it?"

For a moment, the world fell silent, and all the immortals were stunned into silence, staring blankly at the young man.

The other party is crazy to speak like that in front of so many Taoist sects of Guyashan.

'Is there anything in this world that the other person wouldn't dare to do?'

Such thoughts inevitably arose in the minds of all real people.

"Hahaha!"

"Young friend, you misunderstand. The promise made by Wuliang Palace will naturally be fulfilled."

The old man in feathered robes laughed heartily, his Taoist robes fluttering, as if a celestial being had descended to earth.

Zhang Yuanzhu glanced indifferently at the old man.

"Don't forget the evil aura, precious medicine, and thunder magic."

The words drifted off, she turned and left, clean and decisive.

Chen Zijing took a deep look at the paper doll Daoist Master, then left with the young man.

For a time, only a number of immortals sat cross-legged on the city wall, their spiritual consciousness pulsating and exchanging ideas.

……

the other side.

Zhang Yuanzhu walked side by side with the mountain lord, slowly making their way towards their encampment.

"Yuanzhu, news of your deal with Wuliang Palace and your plan to lead your seriously injured disciples away has spread throughout the city."

Chen Zijing sighed.

During this period, many different schools of thought came to inquire, offering a variety of ideas.

Some criticized him, some expressed dissatisfaction, and some even wanted Zhang Yuanzhu to leave with a group of people before he departed.

Zhang Yuanzhu remained expressionless, lightly tapping the long ruler with his five fingers as he gazed at the crimson palace ahead.

It's obvious which force was behind this information leak.

"It seems that all the cultivators are very confident in me and believe that victory is inevitable."

Chen Zijing looked bitter.

That's for sure. If we didn't think our disciple would win, we wouldn't be making such a fuss.

After all, if you lose, you gain nothing and you might even lose your life.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in front of the palace, various thoughts flashing through his mind, which he finally calmed down.

"Mountain Lord, there's no need to worry. It's just a few underhanded tricks."

Young people laugh and step across the threshold.

Chen Zijing watched his disciple enter the palace, then disappeared without disturbing him further.

Zhang Yuanzhu stood in the courtyard, hands behind his back, gazing at the starry sky.

His eyes were deep, his black hair flowed over his shoulders, and he no longer had the domineering air of the past, but instead exuded a gentle and calm demeanor.

The young man gazed at the night sky.

Only when the stars disappeared, the moon set, and the bells rang did they turn their gaze to the outside of the city.

Stepping forward, crossing the threshold, I gazed at the familiar figures.

Mountain Lord, Fire Elder, and Qi Heng are all old acquaintances.

At some point, he was no longer alone; he carried the expectations of many people.

Zhang Yuanzhu smiled and gently nodded.

He then strode quickly towards the outside of the city.

Following the Zhuoyang and Hanhai rivers, the flow of people was like a stream, converging towards the outside of the city.

At this moment, powerful lineages left the city and came to the desert, each establishing its own territory.

One by one, demons arrived, carrying billowing demonic energy. Their enormous, beastly bodies, resembling both demons and monsters, were awe-inspiring.

The two tribes faced each other across a hundred miles of desert, their killing intent, demonic energy, and the aura of war intertwined and entangled, transforming into invisible winds and waves that stirred up sand and gravel across the sky.

A thousand-foot-tall demonic figure emerged from the sky filled with demonic mist.

"The demon race has arrived as agreed. Ten battles will determine the victor, and the loser will retreat."

"Humans have come as agreed. Ten battles will determine the victor and the vanquished. If we are defeated, we shall retreat to Ancient Cliff Mountain."

An old man wearing a feathered crown arrived through the air, his body radiating divine light, transcending all ordinary beings.

As the words fell, a series of long howls shook the mountains and rivers, and even the sun in the sky.

War! War! War!
Kill! Kill! Kill!
The demons roared, the cultivators howled, and their killing intent clashed violently.

The old man and the great demon exchanged glances, then each retreated and rejoined their respective groups. Today's stage was not built for them.

At this moment, the demons dispersed like a tide, revealing a path.

bang bang bang~
Heavy footsteps echoed from the demon horde, drawing ever closer.

A beastly figure with a single horn, sharp teeth, vertical pupils, crimson scales, and slender, snake-like body, but with four legs, gradually appeared before the many creatures.

"Dragon!"

"A crimson dragon!!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out from the cultivators.

Dragons are mythical beasts, and have been a symbol of power since ancient times, possessing formidable combat strength. Among them, the Jiaolong (蛟龙) is the most outstanding.

Zhang Yuanzhu narrowed his double pupils, scrutinizing the dragon that walked out from among the demons, a strange smile playing on his lips.

He was quite familiar with dragons, having killed two of them.

The crimson dragon's vertical pupils were icy as it scanned the group of cultivators, its mouth opening to reveal sharp teeth.

"Crimson Sun of the Demon Clan, Qi Refining Level 12, which fellow Daoist would like to offer guidance?"

"I come!"

With a loud shout, the malevolent aura that filled the sky dissipated.

A burly figure strode forward, and divine halos appeared, floating above and below, making him appear as if a god had descended to earth.

It was a robust young man who stopped before the red dragon.

“Xi Yuan, a disciple of Wuliang Palace and a cultivator at the twelfth level of Qi Refining, has come to fight.”

"This battle will determine victory or defeat, life or death!"

Xi Yuan laughed loudly, very arrogantly, with a kind of pride that came from the bottom of his heart.

So what if they are dragons? The demon race suffered defeat after defeat in battle, and was driven away from Ancient Cliff Mountain by their ancestors, living in constant fear.

Today, he will continue the glory of his predecessors, defeat the demon race again, and forge the tenth level.

"kill!"

The human and the demon shouted and attacked simultaneously.

(End of this chapter)