Daqin Zhentiansi

“Buzz—boom!!!”

The destructive torrent of the Netherworld slammed violently into the light barrier!

The demonic energy that devoured spiritual power trembled violently before the barrier ignited by the pure Dao heart, and was actually blocked for five breaths!
Behind the barrier of light, Yun Canglan's body had become transparent as it burned.

He turned around abruptly, his gaze piercing through the flames and locking onto Cheng Yue, whose eyes were bloodshot with rage. His soul roared, echoing through the heavens:
"Keep your disciples alive! Zhao Zhou is in your hands!!!"

The words have not yet been spoken!

"boom--!"

The light barrier shattered!

Billions of sword spirit fragments, carrying the last will of the Seven Saints, crashed into the depths of the largest spatial rift like a reversed galaxy!

Seven profound and endless blazing sword marks, carrying the supreme inheritance imprint of the Flowing Cloud Sword Cleansing Pavilion and the trajectory of the Demon Realm passage, are deeply imprinted into the Netherworld Barrier!
Like a star piercing the eternal night, it guides the swordsman to the core of the void!
Yun Canglan and the six Supreme Elders vanished into the heavens and earth, leaving only the mournful sword cries echoing through the wind and snow of Sword Gorge.

And at this moment——

On the ruined walls of Tianjian Gorge, Wu Daoling was covered in blood!

The Qin swordsmen he led in Yongzhou were all severely injured at this moment.

These elite warriors of Yongzhou, clad in black armor with rune patterns and wielding standard heavy swords, had long fought alongside their sword-wielding comrades from Zhaozhou.

The demon riders' ghastly green sword energy left countless deep marks on their heavy black armor, and their comrades fell one after another, but the sword formation never dissipated!

The "Broken Wave" heavy sword in Wu Daoling's hand, which came from the Great River Sword Sect and had drunk the blood of immortals and demons, was full of nicks on the blade, yet he remained as steadfast as a rock at the forefront of the defensive gaps.

"Hold on! Hold this last line of defense!" he roared hoarsely, the blood from his split tiger's mouth staining the hilt of his sword. With a single stroke, he cleaved the head of a three-eyed demon rider, and the aftershocks of his sword energy swept away several low-ranking demon soldiers.

Cheng Yue's eyes were filled with uncontrollable grief and indignation, and his body shimmered with the light of a sword.

He led the core disciples of the Flowing Cloud Sword Washing Pavilion behind him, and set up the "Flowing Cloud Remnant Light Array" using the last remaining ruins of the Ancestral Hall.

The sword energy, like a wisp of silk, flickered stubbornly amidst the raging demonic energy, relentlessly sniping any stragglers that tried to break through the sword armor's defenses.

Witnessing the sect leader and the supreme elder burn their sword souls to ashes, Cheng Yue felt as if his heart was being torn apart, but he transformed his grief and indignation into an even more resolute will to protect them.

"Uphold the orthodox tradition! Await the arrival of the Marquis!"

Cheng Yue's voice was hoarse with the sound of tears, and the broken ancient sword in his hand shone with its last light as he desperately protected the young disciples behind him who carried the hopes of Zhao Zhou's future.

Ling Hao and Xuan Chengzi stood side by side!

The elite disciples of the Great River Sword Sect led by the two, as well as other cultivators from Yangtian Continent who had submitted to the sect, also suffered heavy casualties.

Ling Hao's "Great River Flowing Sword Intent" became sluggish under the erosion of demonic energy, and the talisman light of Xuan Chengzi's whisk also dimmed considerably.

However, after witnessing the glory of the seven saints' martyrdom, the last trace of hesitation in their eyes vanished completely, leaving only a do-or-die determination.

"Cultivators of Yangtianzhou, heed my command! Form the 'Heavenly Dipper Subduing Demon Formation'! Assist Elder Cheng in defending the formation!" Ling Hao shouted sternly.

Xuan Chengzi bit his tongue, spitting out his blood essence onto his whisk, and channeling his last bit of spiritual power: "Today, I will atone for my past sins and fight to the death to avenge the Great Qin!"

The remaining cultivators of Yangtianzhou unleashed their last bit of spiritual power, forming a broken array to fill the crumbling defensive line.

The three forces—the Yongzhou Sword Armor, the Zhaozhou Broken Sword, and the Yangtianzhou Allied Cultivators—unleashed their last desperate courage within the precious five breaths that Yun Canglan and the other seven saints had fought for by burning their souls, desperately guarding the last core position of Tianjian Gorge!

The onslaught of the Demon Knights was temporarily halted before the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
Just as this defensive line was on the verge of collapse, and billions of demonic soldiers were about to completely engulf Sword Gorge—

“Zheng——!!!”

A streak of profound ink, entwined with thirteen destructive sword shadows, tore through the void from the direction of Yongtian Continent, following the trajectory of the sword marks! Zhang Yuan stood atop the ferocious sword, his voice like divine punishment:

"The Great Qin Iron Cavalry—"

Behind him, crimson flames surged, black armor swayed like mountains, and dragons and vultures came to blot out the sun!

The torrent of troops descended fiercely through the path cleaved open by the murderous sword!

"Demon Slayer!!!"

Zhang Yuan stood firm like a pillar of strength before the torrent of iron and blood.

Witnessing the magnificent scene of the Seven Saints of Yun Canglan burning their sword souls to block the enemy for five breaths and imprinting the trajectory of the Demon Realm, the cold light in his eyes intensified, and he no longer hesitated.

"Congeal!"

With a single decree, the sword tomb was connected, drawing upon the thirteen dormant ancient malevolent sources deep within the chaotic sword bones!
"Clang! Clang! Clang—!!!"

Thirteen terrifying sword shadows, alternating between reality and illusion, reappeared in the void around him: Immortal Slayer, Immortal Slayer, Immortal Trapper, Immortal Slayer...

Each one was imprinted with the primal, deadly Dao patterns that could end all things. But at this moment, Zhang Yuan was not there to slay enemies, but to build a city!

His sword finger moved like a pen, guiding thirteen streams of destructive light. Instead of slashing at the surging demon army, he plunged them fiercely into the edges of the huge cracks that had been torn apart by the Heavenly Demon and were still flowing with filthy demon blood and chaotic spatial currents!

"Using myself as a guide, the sword locks the void—Starry Sky Sword Curtain, rise!!!"

The sword shadows erupted with unprecedentedly intense divine light, containing a vast and powerful intent that contained the supreme meaning of suppressing the prison, forcefully controlling these thirteen unruly and ancient ferocious forces.

Sword energy crisscrossed and intertwined, shattering spatial turbulence, annihilating the overflowing chaotic demonic energy, and even drawing upon the nearly depleted power of Zhao Zhou's earth veins to forcibly mend the rifts.

In an instant, a massive sword net, forcibly fused with pure destructive sword intent and a resilient spatial barrier, covered the entire core battlefield of Tianjian Gorge.

The Starry Sky Sword Curtain suddenly took shape!
The sword curtain was not a physical entity, but a flowing stream of destructive light that flickered with primordial Dao patterns such as "Execute," "Slaughter," "Trap," and "Sever," radiating an aura of cutting and annihilation that even the extraterrestrial demons trembled with fear.

It was like a huge cage covered with barbed thorns, which not only forcibly blocked the passage of the main bone ships of the Heavenly Demons that followed, but also locked most of the three-eyed demon soldiers, the Nether Wolf demon riders and several Ten Thousand Soul Bone Ships that had rushed into Zhaozhou within the Sword Gorge battlefield.

This severed their energy connection with the Demon Realm of Return to Nothingness, making them trapped like turtles in a jar!

"All troops, heed my command!" Zhang Yuan's voice pierced through the deafening demonic howls and the roar of the battlefield, clearly imprinting itself deep within the souls of every Qin soldier and the surviving sword cultivators of Zhao Zhou.

"kill!"

Military orders are absolute, and the long-awaited, iron-blooded torrent was unleashed:

Crimson Scale Cavalry—Burning the Sky to Open the Way!
"Heavenly Fire Box—Open!!"

With a roar from Jin Yuelin, a massive metal box covered in fiery runes suddenly opened within the Crimson Scale Cavalry formation.

The blazing white, piercing lung-melting fire mixed with the purifying and filthy True Flame of Destruction, like a burst dam of magma, roared and surged towards the three-eyed blue-eyed demon cavalry group whose formation was in disarray and blocked by the sword curtain!

"Boom--!"

Where the river of fire passed, the air was scorched and distorted. The black bone armor of the demon soldiers melted instantly, and the three-eyed demon rider and his dark wolf turned into charred charcoal and blue smoke amidst their mournful howls!
They carved out a scorched, smoking, deathly passage, dozens of feet wide, through the dense horde of demons! Armored warriors marched with heavy steps, advancing like mountains!
"Shields rise like mountains—forward!!"

Yuchi Changshan's voice was like muffled thunder.

Tens of thousands of Xuanjia heavy infantrymen roared in unison, and the specially made "blood-patterned giant shield" slammed heavily on the ground. Dark red "mountain" characters lit up layer by layer, connecting with the earth's veins!
The soldiers' blood and fighting spirit boiled and surged, and one after another, moving mountains made of giant black iron shields, treading on the scorched earth passages opened up by the Crimson Scale Cavalry, rolled forward with a heavy pressure that could crush everything!

Like a moving Great Wall of Steel, through the gaps in the shield formation, armor-piercing spears peek out like poisonous dragons.

The scattered demon soldiers crashed into Shield Mountain, their bones broken and tendons snapped, or their cores pierced precisely by spears.

Wherever the mountain shield array passed, the demonic tide was forcibly squeezed, divided, and crushed!
Frost Dragonflight Riders, Baptism of the Frost Prison!

"Frostfire Crossbow - Coverage! Fire!!"

Tuoba Han stood at the head of the dragon-eagle, and waved the command flag down.

The Frost Dragon Vulture Knights, whose halos blotted out the sky, unleashed a dense hum from their "Demon-Eating Frost Prison Crossbows," which had been urgently enhanced by the Ministry of Works Master to address the characteristics of the Heavenly Demon.

The arrows were not solid ice, but rather extremely refined freezing Dao patterns and demon-breaking runes!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!!"

The rain of arrows, like a reversed deep blue ice storm, precisely covered the demonic hordes attempting to outflank them from the sky or gather around the Myriad Souls Bone Ship to prepare for a counterattack.

The arrows struck the demon's body and instantly exploded. The extreme cold not only froze the demon's movements but also corrupted the filthy demonic energy within its body, causing it to stagnate and even backfire, resulting in a self-destruction!

The Crimson Scale Cavalry, advancing on the ground, and the Black Armored Heavy Infantry provided perfect air suppression and fire support.

Zhang Yuan, stationed in the central command, wielded his divine senses like a net!
He did not personally lead the charge on the front lines; his figure remained as steady as a rock, standing beneath the central command's battle flag.

The thousand-foot-tall dragon-elephant prison-suppressing stele behind him became increasingly solid, with the inscriptions "Power Suppresses the Ten Directions" and "Prison Locks Evil Spirits" flowing endlessly, echoing the starry sky sword curtain and continuously reinforcing the spatial blockade, suppressing the demonic energy level of the extraterrestrial demons within the sword curtain.

Its vast divine consciousness had long since merged with the entire battlefield.

The starry sword curtain constructed by those thirteen fierce swords was not only a barrier, but also the tentacles through which he sensed the direction of the demonic current!
The "Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin Technique" within the Chaos Sword Bone quietly began to operate, not by invoking the will of the masses, but by using its supreme Dao heart to deduce the subtle changes in the billions of energies on the battlefield.

Every tremor of the sword curtain, the gathering and surging of demonic and corrupting energy, the charging trajectory of the bone ship's demonic cannon, the resonant howls of the three-headed dark wolves...

Countless fragments of information, like the trajectories of stars, rapidly swirled, collided, and reassembled in the lake of his mind.

"On the left flank, three hundred feet from the Kun position, demonic energy surges. Three bone ships are about to concentrate their fire on the Crimson Scales' flank. Crimson Scales cavalry, change the direction of the River of Fire, unleash a raging inferno! Cold Prison Crossbows, concentrate your fire on the Kun position!"

"On the right flank, the earth's veins in the Gen position are unstable, and a pack of Nether Wolves is stealthily digging in. The third formation of the Rock Camp, immovable as a mountain, suppress! The auxiliary troops of the Rending Wind Camp, lay down earth fire mines!"

"At the front of the central army, demonic energy is surging in the Qian position, where high-level battle demons are lurking. Shattered Star Guards, Nine Star Demon Locking Formation, trap them! Zhenyue Army Assault Team, Xuanbing Armor-Piercing Spears, target and eliminate the core!"

Each command was clear, precise, and ruthless, like the meshing gears of the most sophisticated war machine.

He didn't waste a single soldier; every move was timed precisely when the demonic tide was about to erupt or shift, dismantling its offensive at minimal cost and guiding his own forces to form the most lethal combined force for annihilation.

The first real clash between the armies of the two realms erupted in this devastated Heavenly Sword Gorge!
The Starry Sky Sword Curtain isolates external aid.

The blazing fire river tore through the formation.

The mountain shield formation crushed the resistance.

The Frostfire Arrow Rain froze the counterattack, supplemented by the desperate courage of the remaining sword cultivators of Zhao Zhou under Cheng Yue's leadership, and Zhang Yuan's flawless and precise command of the overall situation...

The Soul-Bone Ship, which was impacting the sword curtain, was riddled with wounds by the sword intent.

The demonic soldiers surging towards the passage fell in droves amidst the sea of ​​fire and icy rain.

The assembled demon cavalry were thrown off balance by the Xuanjia shield formation.

The stealthy high-level battle demon was locked on and surrounded before it could even unleash its power.

The Mountain-Shaking Demon Clan's war beasts roared furiously from behind, tearing apart any lone demons.

The devastating first wave of the extraterrestrial demonic tide crashed against the rocky embankment constructed of black iron, blazing flames, freezing ice, sword intent, and absolute will, but failed to budge it in the slightest. Instead, it was smashed to pieces by the embankment's counterattack!

When the last Soul Bone Ship that broke into the Sword Curtain was torn apart by the combined forces of the Crimson Scale Fire River and the Frost Prison Crossbow Rain, it turned into burning demonic remains and fell into the abyss.

When the last organized group of three-eyed demon soldiers within the sword curtain was completely crushed by the Xuanjia Heavy Infantry.

When Zhang Yuan sensed the intense energy fluctuations, filled with shock, anger, and apprehension, emanating from the Void Demon Realm beyond the sword curtain, yet no new bone ships dared to forcefully attack...

The setting sun, like blood, illuminated the battlefield strewn with corpses, where demonic energy was gradually being cleansed by sword intent and golden light.

The Zhenyu Army Flag, symbolizing the black battle banner of the Great Qin Dynasty, flutters in the wind at the shattered Tianjian Gorge pass!
The first major clash between the armies—Tianjian Gorge held its ground!
"Om-"

The demon army has regrouped.

The Netherworld Erosion Light, tearing through the starry sky, and the demonic shadows once again crushed the sky above Heavenly Sword Gorge.

“Sizzle——!!!”

Above Zhao Zhou's shattered sky, the foul demonic energy from Qi Zhou's Guixu Demon Realm poured out like a burst dam.

This time, the target of the Myriad Souls Bone Ship Cluster was extremely clear.

The floating sword city, "Lingjueding," is located on the side of the Sword Gorge and is as precipitous as a broken sword hanging upside down.
Reach the summit.

This last stronghold and early warning center of Zhao Zhou's sword path, with its massive spiritual energy flowing through its base, is a more tempting feast than flesh and blood for the extraterrestrial demons who rely on devouring spirits to transform into gods for survival!
"Whoosh—BOOM!!!"

Dozens of skeletal ships fired their main guns in unison!
The filthy demonic light of the Netherworld Corrosion Cannon was no longer scattered, but condensed into a pillar, weaving into a giant net of destruction, fiercely enveloping the floating sword city where spiritual light flowed!
The space groaned under the strain, the sword energy and spiritual light dimmed rapidly under the erosion of demonic energy, the entire Lingjue Peak trembled violently, and the city-protecting sword formation emitted a piercing cracking sound!
Sword City is in imminent danger!

Once it falls, Zhao Zhou's last aerial surveillance and command node will be completely extinguished, and the ground defense line will lose its last aerial barrier and battlefield awareness!
Under the banner of the Prison Suppression Battle, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed with a cold light.

"Frost Dragonhawk Riders—Take Off!"

Zhang Yuan's command was decisive and pierced through the deafening demonic howl.

"Frostfire Rain—Target: Bone Ship Movement Chain Joints! Freeze them!"

"Here!"

Tuoba Han's roar exploded amidst the cries of the dragon vulture.

The 100,000 Frost Dragon Vulture Cavalry, who had been circling and waiting for orders, suddenly rose up, like a rising cold tide sweeping against the sky!

The "Demon-Eating Frost Prison Crossbow" emitted a dense buzzing sound, and deep blue freezing runes rapidly condensed on the crossbow string.

“Swish, swish, swish, swish—!!!”

A volley of arrows! (End of Chapter)