Daqin Zhentiansi

The calls of the wolves echoed back and forth.

The wolf's eerie green eyes shone like countless cold stars in the darkness of its lair.

"call--"

White Claw abruptly shook off the priest's hand, tightened his grip on the snow wolf cloak, and his figure, like a ghost blending into the wind and snow, darted out of the cave entrance in an instant.

In the darkness, she drew two sharp, curved bone swords from her waist, holding them in her hands as she crouched low.

Using the jagged ice rocks as cover, they stealthily made their way to the chaotic rear of the Yamaguchi Demon Army.

Her target was none other than the temporary Spirit Devouring Crystal transfer camp that the demon army had piled up!
In the camp, the three-eyed demon soldiers were directing their lowly skeletal servants to move rhomboid magic crystals, which shimmered with an eerie blue light, from beside the massive wreckage of the Myriad Souls Bone Ship onto bone trailers.

In the chaos, vigilance was somewhat relaxed.

"kill!"

Just as a box of magic crystals was being loaded onto the trailer, dozens of nimble white wolf shadows suddenly pounced out from behind the snow-covered hillside!
These are not ordinary wolves, but war wolves containing a trace of the bloodline of the Icefield Wolf Demon, their pounces and bites carrying a chilling aura.

Caught off guard, the demon soldiers were thrown into chaos by screams and roars.

The epicenter of chaos!
A snow-white figure moved with ghostly speed, wielding two swords in reverse, the sword light like the aurora sweeping across the snowfield, silent yet deadly!
She didn't attack head-on; instead, she targeted the joints!

The bone sword swiftly sliced ​​through the junction of the demon soldier's neck and limbs, severing the energy transmission bone chain on the trailer shaft, and instantly cutting the connecting ropes between several magic crystal boxes and the dragging demon.

"Crash!"

The heavy magic crystal box crashed to the ground, cracking open.

The pure yet filthy demonic energy instantly spread out, causing the surrounding demon soldiers to scramble in confusion.

"Roar!"

A roar echoed from the edge of the camp!
A three-eyed demon general in charge of escorting her spotted her, swung a bone spear burning with demonic flames and hurled it at her, aiming straight for her back!

Out of the corner of his eye, White Claw caught a glimpse of an ice-blue figure being dragged along by a demon soldier on the ground.

It was Ye Ningshuang!
That tattered sword robe was so striking.

"Go away!"

The ferocity in the girl's eyes was completely ignited, and her pale golden wolf eyes seemed to burn!

She parried the bone spear with a backhand stroke, the immense force splitting her tiger's mouth open, dripping wolf blood.

Without the slightest hesitation, another bone sword flew out of his hand and pierced the head of the demon soldier who was dragging Ye Ning Shuang's ankle like lightning!

At the same time, an ancient frost wolf totem phantom suddenly appeared on the back of her neck, emitting a piercing wolf howl!

She lunged forward, using one arm to parry the demon's subsequent claws!
"puff!"

The dull thud of the bone sword piercing flesh rang out simultaneously with the sound of skin tearing.

White Claw was jolted backward, a deep, bone-revealing gash cut into his shoulder blade by the demonic claws, the blood instantly staining the snow wolf cloak crimson.

But she used all her strength to push the demon general away, and then scooped up Ye Ningshuang, who was almost unconscious on the ground, and shoved her onto her still thin but exceptionally resilient back.

"catch!"

She patted Ye Ningshuang's cold wrist with her blood-stained hand, letting her rest her hand on her shoulder.

Shouldering this heavy, icy burden, White Claw ceased its fighting, wielding its twin swords to tear apart the demons blocking its path, while simultaneously letting out a sharp retreating wolf howl.

"Ow—"

Upon hearing the news, the wolf pack ceased their fighting, leaving behind a scene of corpses and chaos in the demon soldier camp. Like a receding tide, they shielded the women and vanished instantly into the vast snowstorm and icy crevices.

……

Deep within the ice cave, under the faint glow of spirit crystals.

Ye Ningshuang struggled to prop herself up, her icy blue sword robe soaked in blood: "I must go to Heavenly Sword Gorge, the sect is in grave danger..."

A hand, its white claws stained with blood, suddenly pressed down on her shoulder: "Don't move! The Frost Wolf scouts have risked their lives to send a message to Heavenly Sword Gorge!"

Her pale golden wolf eyes reflected the churning demonic clouds outside the cave, and her voice was hoarse, "But whether we can save them, nobody knows. The main force of the Heavenly Demons has surrounded Heavenly Sword Gorge, and it will be very difficult there as well."

"boom--"

Outside the cave, a deafening roar, like the earth splitting apart, suddenly erupted!
The tainted light of the Corrosive Realm Demonic Light tore through the wind and snow, and the shadow of the Myriad Souls Bone Ship shrouded the Xuanbing Sword Pavilion's mountain gate.

The mournful cries of the disciples forming their formation, along with the faint cracking sound of the Sword Pavilion's protective formation shattering, could be heard.

Ye Ningshuang trembled violently, and the last glimmer of hope in her icy eyes was extinguished, turning into a deathly silence and bewilderment.

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Tianjian Gorge.

Inside the military tent, a frost wolf scout lay prone and urgently reported: "Ice Plains is in dire straits! The Xuanbing Sword Pavilion is surrounded by a million demonic troops!"

Its silver-gray fur was scorched by the demonic flames, and its wolf ears trembled rapidly with tension.

Zhang Yuan's gaze swept over the dying spiritual light of the icy plains reflected in the Observatory Mirror, and his dark black python robe fluttered without wind: "Wu Daoling!"

"Your subordinate is here!" The sect leader of the Nine Yang Sword Sect stepped forward, his body radiating the blazing sun sword intent.

"I hereby command you to lead the newly arrived 100,000 sword cultivators of Yongtian, and with the projection of my thirteen fierce swords, rush to the aid of the Ice Plains!"

Thirteen illusory sword shadows burst forth from Zhang Yuan's fingertips, disappearing into Wu Daoling's sword. "After saving the Sword Pavilion, make sure I leave a nail in the icy plains, and I won't retreat a single step!"

"I obey!" Wu Daoling's eyes flashed with a sharp light.

He came from the Nine Yang Sword Sect. The Supreme Yang Sword Dao and the Ice Plains Cold Fiend were originally mortal enemies, but now, due to the mutual restraint of their attributes, he showed even more killing intent.

The blazing sword light pierced through the military tent, turning the swirling snow into white mist!
Zhang Yuan turned to Tuoba Han and said, "You lead a squad of Dragon Vulture Riders to the Frost Wolf Tribe immediately!"

His gaze pierced through the void like lightning.

"The Heavenly Demon will surely block their way back, and among those with half-demon blood, only you can gain the wolf clan's trust the fastest!"

"Here!" Tuoba Han stroked the wolf-headed sword at his waist, the barbarian battle markings on his neck faintly glowing.

As soon as the order for Tianjian Gorge was issued, a sharp light flashed in Wu Daoling's eyes!
"Yongtian Sword Cultivator, follow me—open your blade!"

"Chong-"

One hundred thousand sword cultivators rang their swords in unison, the sound waves tearing through the wind and snow!
The sword formation, like a torrent of black iron traversing the heavens and earth, crashed fiercely into the raging demonic cloud storm in the northern border.

Wu Daoling stood at the head of the formation, his Nine Yang Sword Intent burning fiercely like fire, clashing violently with the extreme cold of the icy plain, actually steaming up a hundred-mile-long scorching heat wave, which forcefully burned a crimson passage through the surging filthy demonic clouds!

Ahead, the spatial restriction set up by the Bone-Eating Demon Lord was suddenly triggered.

Countless void chains, flowing with viscous demonic blood, descended from the sky, weaving into a net that blotted out the sun. The chains were adorned with wailing vengeful spirits, attempting to drag the sword formation into the abyss of nothingness!

"A mere demonic obstacle dares to block the sword of my Great Qin?" Wu Daoling roared, his hair and beard bristling, "Projection of the malevolent sword, activate!"

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

Thirteen illusory and real ancient sword shadows rose up from the formation with a roar!
The Immortal Slaughtering Sword's aura surged like a reversed river of blood, shredding the filthy chains inch by inch; the Immortal Slaughtering Sword's chilling intent froze space and time, causing wailing, resentful souls to condense into ice crystals and fall in a flurry; the Immortal Slaughtering Sword's edge was unstoppable, tearing apart spatial barriers like thin paper wherever it passed! Wherever the sword formation passed, the demonic net collapsed, and the wind and snow swirled backward!

The vast ice plains reflected the chilling shadows of swords, like a roaring steel dragon charging fiercely towards the frosty ice plains!

……

The gate of Xuanbing Sword Pavilion.

The last hundred-foot-long ice wall, under the bombardment of the Netherworld Erosion Cannon of the Myriad Souls Bone Ship, made a crisp "crack" sound as it could not withstand the pressure and collapsed with a bang!

Ice shards mixed with the remains of disciples flew everywhere.

Pavilion Master Ling Qingjue knelt on the ground, leaning on the Cold Dragon Sword. The sword was covered with spiderweb-like cracks, and the icy blue bloodstains on his lips had long since frozen.

Behind her, the "Seven Absolute Formations of Profound Ice" formed by the remaining dozens of disciples was dim as a candle in the wind, and each of them had a deathly despair on their face.

"Human Sword Saint? He's nothing more than nourishment for my Lord, Guixu!"

The three-headed Bone-Eating Demon General grinned as it tore through the cold wind, its giant claws, wreathed in Void Ember Demon Flame, ripped through space, and with a deathly stillness that annihilated life, it reached out to grab Ling Qingjue Tianling!

Just as the devil's claws were about to reach out—

“Rumble——!!!”

Above the sky, the demonic clouds churned and exploded like boiling water!
A blazing white torrent, formed by the convergence of 100,000 sword intents, crashed down like a bursting dam of the Milky Way, carrying the bloodthirst of the Immortal Slayer, the icy chill of the Immortal Slayer, and the sharpness of the Immortal Slayer!
Before the sword light even arrived, the terrifying killing intent had already frozen the demon general's movements!
"Puff puff!"

As the Immortal Slayer Sword flashed, the Three-Headed Netherwolf Cavalry Regiment, along with their wolves, turned into a sky full of blood mist and ice shards!
The chilling aura swept across the area, instantly freezing the giant claws and half of the Bone-Eating Demon General's body into a pale ice sculpture, which was then shattered by the subsequent sword energy!

The power of the Immortal Slayer Sword was like an invisible giant blade, piercing through a Myriad Souls Bone Ship from bottom to top, blasting it into a rain of burning demonic remains in mid-air!

"Roar--!!!"

From the rear of the demon army came the shrill scream of the Bone-Eating Demon Lord, filled with shock and rage. The sudden sword strike had ripped a scarlet blood groove a hundred miles wide and deep enough to see the frozen earth!
The remaining Sword Pavilion disciples stood frozen in place, their frostbitten fingers gripping the sword hilts tightly, staring at the sky in disbelief.

That Great Wall of sword light that cleaved through the eternal night and illuminated the entire icy plain!

"Reinforcements?!"

A young disciple's hoarse voice trembled with tears. In his lifeless, icy eyes, beneath the shattered despair, a glimmer of light flickered wildly.

"Zhang! Yuan!"

The will of the Bone-Eating Demon Lord pierced through the void, carrying the fury of being provoked by ants.

A gigantic claw, entirely formed from the Void Ember Demon Flame and blotting out the sky, carrying the power of the Void that corrodes space, fiercely emerged from the deepest part of the Demon Cloud and grabbed at the 100,000 Sword Formation suspended above the Sword Pavilion!
This claw strike contained the might of a Venerable One, far exceeding what Wu Daoling could withstand!
The sword formation trembled violently, and the 100,000 swords let out mournful cries, while the outer layer of sword energy melted away like ice and snow!
A close call!
At the core of the Heavenly Sword Gorge fortress, Zhang Yuan's eyes flashed with cold light!

"You wretched creature! How dare you act so violently!"

He pointed his fingers like swords, and then pointed them in mid-air!
"Thirteen Deadly Swords - Prison Suppressor!"

Within the chaotic space, thirteen silent ancient sword shadows suddenly erupted with fierce divine light that pierced the universe!

The powerful Dragon Elephant Prison Suppression True Meaning traversed the void and instantly injected into the fierce sword projection above the icy plain!
“Zheng——!!!”

The projection is so realistic!

The Demonic Sword of Immortal Slaughter transformed into a roaring blood dragon, while the chilling intent of Immortal Slaughter condensed into a giant sword that froze the stars. The sharp edge of Immortal Slaughter tore through space like a rift in the sky!

The remaining ten sword shadows also displayed their divine power.

The intent of the Immortal-Trapping Sword transforms into a vortex that devours demonic energy, while the Fiendish Immortal-Slaying Sword weaves a net to imprison the soul...

Thirteen sword shadows intertwined, instantly constructing an "Ancient Sword Prison" composed of pure laws of destruction above the icy plains!
"Boom—crash!!!"

The Demon Lord's giant claw slammed violently against the Sword Prison barrier!

The filthy Void Ember Demon Flame and the ferocious sword aura clashed and annihilated each other, and the space shattered inch by inch like fragile glass!

A terrifying shockwave swept across the icy plains, instantly turning low-level demonic soldiers within a hundred miles into dust!

The Sword Prison trembled violently, yet remained unmoved!

"retreat!"

The resentful will of the Bone-Eating Demon Lord resounded throughout the battlefield.

The overwhelming demonic claw collapsed with a deafening roar, and the remaining demonic clouds, carrying the damaged bone ships and remnants of the army, rapidly contracted like a receding tide, disappearing into the even deeper darkness of the north.

The demonic energy above the icy plains temporarily dissipated.

One hundred thousand sword cultivators formed an array across the sky, their swords ringing out like thunder, their chilling sword shadows reflecting across the frozen land for thousands of miles, like a blade of judgment hanging over the throat of the Demon Realm!

Before the shattered gates of the Xuanbing Sword Pavilion, a cold wind howled, carrying ice crystals and lingering demonic energy.

A magnificent sword formation formed by 100,000 Yongtian sword cultivators hung in mid-air, its chilling sword intent acting as a tangible barrier, firmly blocking the remaining demonic clouds outside the icy plain.

The sword light shimmered, illuminating the pale and shocked faces of the Sword Pavilion disciples below who had survived the ordeal.

Wu Daoling descended on his sword, landing in front of Ling Qingjue, who was leaning on the Cold Dragon Sword, his aura weak but his eyes complex.

Although the blazing sun sword intent emanating from the Nine Yang Sword Sect Master clashed with the icy chill of the icy plains, it now concealed its sharpness, exuding a heavy solemnity.

“Pavilion Master Ling,” Wu Daoling’s voice was steady and pierced through the cold wind, “Although the Bone-Eating Demon Lord has retreated, the demonic scourge has not been eliminated.”

"By order of Marquis Qingyang, the 100,000 sword cultivators of Yongtian will be stationed permanently in the Ice Plains to construct the 'Northern Frost Edge Barrier' based on the 'Sword Ridge Great Wall' of Tianjian Gorge!"

His gaze swept over the dilapidated mountain gate and the few remaining disciples, and his tone was resolute: "This fortress is not only for resisting demons, but also for the continuation of your Xuanbing Sword Pavilion's lineage!"

"As Marquis Qingyang said: As long as the sword spirit of Zhao Zhou endures, the flame of humanity will never be extinguished! Your esteemed heritage should be rebuilt and glorified here!"

Ling Qingjue's body trembled slightly, and deep within his icy eyes, the almost extinguished flame suddenly flickered.

She looked at Wu Daoling, at the 100,000 longswords suspended in the air, their tips bowing as if in greeting. An indescribable sorrow and burning heat instantly overwhelmed her will to hold on.

Having survived a calamity, with the sect on the verge of collapse, we have received such powerful assistance. This promise is heavier than mountains!
She took a deep breath of the biting cold air, suppressed her churning blood, and slowly raised her trembling hand.

Although the Cold Dragon Sword was cracked, its tip still steadily pointed to the entrance of the "Mysterious Ice Sword Tomb" behind him, which was frozen and symbolized the core inheritance of the Sword Pavilion.

"Sect Master Wu... Fellow Daoist Yongtian," Ling Qingjue's voice was hoarse yet clear, carrying an almost devout entrustment, "The Seven Absolute True Meanings of the Xuanbing Sword Pavilion, the Cold Dragon Sword Technique, and the Ten Thousand Years of Xuanbing are all contained within this tomb."

"Today... I offer this to the Great Qin, and to all those who follow the Dao in Yongtian! I only pray that our Daoist tradition will not perish, that we may vanquish demons... and uphold the Dao!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the dozens of disciples who remained behind her, regardless of the severity of their injuries, struggled to straighten their backs and bowed deeply to Wu Daoling and the sword formation in the air!
The silent action was more weighty than any vow.

This is to entrust the last roots of the sect to this blood-stained ice plain, to that Great Wall of sword light that cleaves through the darkness!
……

Meanwhile, in the northwest of the Icefield, outside the "Frostfang Nest," where the Frostwolf tribe has lived for generations.

The defensive line that was once built on the cracks in the ice cave is now a scene of devastation.

The ice surface was covered with broken totem poles, the remains of frost wolves and monsters, and filthy blood stained the pure white ice plains with glaring black and red patches.

"Roar--!"

The three-eyed, blue-eyed demon rider clung to them like a leech, relentlessly pursuing the figures staggering and fleeing through the snowstorm. (End of Chapter)