Daqin Zhentiansi

Zhang Yuanli stood in front of the camp, and his voice rang out again.

"Qilin Holy Son Panlin, the central command hub, has established the 'Auspicious Purification Domain' to ward off evil and purify!"

“Panlin obeys the order.” The Holy Son of Qilin bowed slightly.

When Zhang Yuan was with the Huang Lin clan, Pan Lin witnessed his methods firsthand.

Without Zhang Yuan's intervention, the Huang Lin clan would have been wiped out.

At this point, following Zhang Yuan, he naturally obeyed his every command.

Panlin moved gracefully forward, his two horns radiating a soft yet resilient seven-colored glow.

"Om-"

The light, like a light veil, covered the entire core area of ​​the central army.

The stagnant dust, the lingering stench of the Bone-Eating Demon, and the ever-present, irritating whispers of the demon were instantly purified and dispelled.

The soldiers' tense nerves seemed to be soaked in a warm spring, and their spirits were instantly lifted.

"The power of divine beasts..."

Someone whispered, a look of emotion flashing across their face.

Zhang Yuan's voice rang out again in front of the main tent.

"Elder Jinpeng, guard the pass of 'Riftwind Valley' and provide mobile support!"

The Golden-Winged Roc let out a clear cry that could pierce through gold and split rocks. With a flap of its wings, its golden figure appeared above a narrow spatial rift on its side.

Its sharp eyes scanned the turbulent and chaotic spatial currents below, its wings fluttering slightly, ready to pounce on any chaotic monster that tried to break in with lightning speed.

Compared to the Iron Feather Eagle Clan, the Golden-Winged Roc's bloodline power is far stronger.

When this venerable one arrived, the warriors of the Iron Feather Eagle Clan all felt their blood boil.

"Fire Phoenix Venerable, prepare the 'World-Burning True Flame' to purify and erode at any time!" Zhang Yuan's voice rang out.

The Fire Phoenix Venerable hovered above the central army, his body leaping with eternal and inextinguishable Nirvana True Flame.

It calmly observed the chaotic miasma and the faint shadow of the celestial demon.

The power accumulated between its wings is enough to turn a large area of ​​pollution into white land in an instant.

The Fire Phoenix possesses the bloodline of the Phoenix, but its bloodline power is of a higher rank than that of the Phoenix, and is comparable to that of the Vermilion Bird.

However, Venerable Fire Phoenix's own cultivation was insufficient, and this time he came to follow Zhang Yuan through a message from Vermilion Bird.

How could the Fire Phoenix Venerable, who also cultivated the power of the fire vein, not envy the Vermilion Bird's improved cultivation and bloodline power?
"Venerable Riftwind, please—"

As commands were issued, endless divine light flashed throughout the camp.

The deployment process was swift as the wind, yet orderly.

Ten thousand guards and divine beast reinforcements, like the most sophisticated war machine, were perfectly integrated into the Blood Millstone, this land of death, under Zhang Yuan's will.

The shattered remains of stars were used by the giant ape warriors to build a temporary barrier.

The remaining spatial nodes were reinforced and stabilized by the power of the Xuan Turtle.

The high ground occupied by the Rift Archers subtly formed a network of fire covering the entire front line.

The defensive system, woven from various colored lights, was completed in just half an hour.

A brief, suffocating silence fell over the battlefield.

Only the low growl of the eternal chaotic vortex against the backdrop of shattered space, and the faint, heavy breathing of the distant stellar behemoth, echoed in the gray-purple void like the whispers of death.

Zhang Yuan stood on the command platform, his black Taoist robe fluttering gently in the faint ripples of space.

He didn't look up into deep space immediately, but instead focused his gaze on the defensive line that was taking shape below.

At the "Abyss Mouth" on the flank, several giant ape warriors let out deep roars, their bulging, iron-like arms bulging with muscles and veins coiling like dragons and snakes.

Together they lifted a piece of dark, star debris the size of a house and piled it up with a loud bang at the weakest point on the edge of the spatial rift!

Gravel and metal fragments were ejected and scattered under immense pressure, sparks flashing.

This was not a random pile-up; each boulder landed precisely at the edge of the spatial rift, interlocking with the surrounding debris to form a menacing yet solid physical barrier.

Their rough, massive paws pounded against the stacked stone walls, producing dull echoes, ensuring they could withstand the most ferocious charges of the behemoths!
Zhang Yuan's gaze then turned to the center of the position, to an area where the flow of energy was somewhat sluggish.

There, the Xuan Turtle Venerable's mountain-like body lay steadily.

Its enormous head was slightly raised, and a deep, earthy yellow halo was slowly flowing across its thick tortoise shell, which was covered with ancient and mysterious runes.

With a deep, long roar, its tortoise foot slammed down with tremendous force!

"Om-!"

A ring of condensed, almost tangible "primordial energy" spread out silently from its center, like steady ripples.

Wherever this powerful aura passed, the fragile, flickering ley lines and spatial folds, weakened by the great battle, seemed to be injected with a stimulant, visibly stabilizing and solidifying.

The chaotic energy flow was straightened, like smoothing out the wrinkles of silk, providing an indestructible "foundation" for the entire defense system.

At Eagle's Beak Cliff and Lone Star Fortress, the figures of hundreds of archers from the Rift Abyss Camp have been driven into the area like nails.

A fierce wind howled high above, causing the dark cloaks covering their armor to flutter loudly.

At this moment, they are silently and efficiently carrying out the final verification.

Cold fingers brushed across the arrow shaft, which was wrapped in fine, annihilating lightning patterns, while sharp eyes measured the preset firing parameters in the void like a compass.

A wisp of pure lightning essence gathered at his fingertips, and he carefully activated the miniature "Shattered Star" rune hidden at the end of the arrowhead. A flash of dark blue lightning disappeared within the grooves of the rune.

They drew their bows halfway, raised their arrows slightly, and echoed each other from their respective high points. An invisible but powerful net of deadly firepower, capable of covering the entire front line, had quietly been unfurled, awaiting a thunderous strike.

Every subtle adjustment carries a cold, almost mechanical precision.

Zhang Yuan took one last look at the defensive system woven from the mighty barrier, the Xuanhuang Earth-Suppressing Formation, and the lightning arrow net; the earthy yellow and thunderous purple aura of the Rock Camp Shield Array; the seven-colored glow of the Qilin Saint Son; the golden light of the Golden-Winged Roc; and the crimson flames gathering power of the Fire Phoenix Venerable…

Various colors of light shone brightly on the shattered battlefield, yet they blended together seamlessly under an invisible command.

In just half an hour, this desolate wasteland had been transformed into a war fortress radiating a chilling light, and an aura of impregnability permeated the air, weighing heavily on the hearts of every soldier.

He slowly closed his eyes, turned around and walked towards the large bronze millstone array plate floating in the center of the high platform.

His mind resounded with the images of every soldier's movements, every shape of every barrier, the range covered by every divine beast's power, and the pulse of every energy node he had just witnessed...

In an instant, his movements perfectly overlapped, magnified, and re-analyzed with the miniature light and shadow sand table flowing on the array plate, precise to the millimeter. He was like a god controlling the game of fate, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the cold light and shadow.

Countless subtle trajectories coalesced, silently deducing the changes in force transmission and energy flow at every joint of this fortress under the impending wave of destruction, searching for that one in ten thousand discord.

At the same time, at the forefront of the "Broken Ridge Gorge", the master of Panshiying Temple, Yue Zhenshan, felt the earth beneath his feet, which had become incredibly solid and heavy after being blessed by the Xuan Turtle.

He took a deep breath, and his calloused, giant hand slowly stroked the edge of the newly forged Xuan Yan Heavy Shield in front of him, which was engraved with the Xuanwu Zhenyuan rune.

The chaotic energy and lightning shimmering on the shield's surface were more refined than ever before.

He turned his head, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the three thousand armored soldiers behind him, their massive shields standing like a mountain range. He shouted in a deep voice, his voice echoing between the shield formation: "Hold your ground! Behind you is the Fire Commander's central army! Not an inch—not a step back!"

After a while.

Zhang Yuan opened his eyelids, and his eyes, imbued with chaotic divine light, pierced through the boiling gray-purple chaotic mist, precisely targeting the ominous, churning area deep within the Blood Millstone.

A massive, chaotic pressure, imbued with a greedy, devouring intent, was rapidly approaching, stirring up the already turbulent spatial currents.

"They've arrived." Zhang Yuan murmured, his voice low, yet like a resounding battle bell, clearly imprinted on the souls of every core general under his command.

The light and shadow on the sand table changed abruptly under Zhang Yuan's divine will, outlining a terrifying silhouette rapidly approaching from the distant chaos.

"Star Beast 'Devouring Realm'!" Zhang Yuan's voice was like thunder. Before he finished speaking, the colossal beast covered in lava patterns and resembling a mountain had already crashed into the Rock Camp's defensive line with an aura that could burn the sky and destroy the universe!

"boom--!!!"

The "Star Core Breath," powerful enough to pierce through stars, erupted with a destructive torrent of blazing white light!

"Black Tortoise Supports the Heavens! Suppresses the Prison of the Yellow!" Yue Zhenshan roared, and three thousand giant stone shields surged forward, instantly solidifying the thick Yellow Domain, blessed by the Black Tortoise Venerable, into an iron wall!

The scorching breath struck the light shield, creating a deafening roar!

A blinding light and a scorching heatwave exploded, and the dark yellow halo fluctuated violently!
The shattered earth beneath the feet of the Rock Camp soldiers cracked inch by inch, and countless fragments of stone instantly vaporized!
But the shield array stood firm like a mountain, forcefully bearing down this world-destroying torrent and dissolving it into the earth!

Dark gold lightning patterns flashed wildly on the shield, reflecting the resolute faces of the soldiers behind them, who were clenching their teeth and bulging their veins!

On the distant Meteor Cliff, the surviving soldiers were terrified by the apocalyptic impact!

The star fragments beneath my feet trembled violently, like a small boat in a raging sea!

"Heavens...heavenly soldiers and generals..." The old soldier with the missing arm dug his remaining right arm into the rock, his cracked lips trembling. His cloudy eyes no longer held despair, but only a fanatical devotion and an unbelievable shock.

"Bone-corroding demonic tide! Arrow rain washes the ground!" Zhang Yuan's second decree tore through the echoing explosion!

As soon as the words were spoken, countless Bone-Eating Demons formed a terrifying wave from the gray-purple chaos, like boiling black pus. They shrieked as they climbed over the corpses of their companions, their claws and teeth flashing with a deadly cold light, and surged madly toward the weakest point in the line of defense!
"Rift Abyss - Shattered Star!" Lei Zhen's icy voice echoed from the high vantage point.

"Buzz—Sizzle—!"

At Eagle Beak Cliff and Lone Star Fortress, hundreds of replicas of Rift Abyss warbling roared simultaneously!

The specially crafted arrows, wrapped in raging annihilation lightning, were like countless purple lightning bolts tearing through the night sky, precisely covering the vanguard of the demonic tide!
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The thunderous explosions created a devastating symphony!
Each arrow that fell instantly transformed into a thunderous vortex several meters in diameter!

The Bone-Eating Demons caught in the attack were like fragile terracotta figures, exploding and vaporizing in large numbers amidst the lightning powerful enough to annihilate even the souls of gods and demons!
Scattered limbs and blackened demonic energy splattered everywhere, and the pungent smell of burning flesh filled the air instantly!

The surging tide of demons was abruptly halted, and several bloody, mangled blank areas were forcibly plowed out!

"That lightning, those lightning arrows... were more terrifying than any divine punishment we had ever seen..."

On Meteor Cliff, the one-eyed cultivator muttered to himself.

His only remaining left eye was tinged with purple and white by the continuous bursts of purple lightning in the distance that turned the demonic tide to ashes. He stared blankly at the eternally burning thunder forest.

"'Soul-Devouring Demon'! Purification Domain! True Flame!" Zhang Yuan's gaze was like lightning, locking onto the gray shadows that twisted and writhed amidst the chaotic lightning and demonic shadows.

The invisible and formless howl pierced straight into the soul!
Whispers of despair and fear gnawed at the hearts of every soldier like maggots.

"Auspicious omens descend, evil spirits vanish!" Qilin Saint Son Panlin shouted, and the seven-colored rays of light from his two horns surged, instantly covering the entire army like a sacred curtain!

As the gentle yet resilient light swept across, the mind-corroding, piercing screams seemed to be instantly weakened and dissipated, like snow thrown into boiling water!
"Wow—!"

The Fire Phoenix Venerable, hovering in the center of the army, launched his attack simultaneously!
With its wings outstretched, the long-accumulated "World-Burning True Flame" transformed into a pure, blazing white waterfall of fire, precisely pouring onto several areas where the demonic shadows were densest and attempting to corrupt the remaining array nodes!

"Sizzle sizzle—!"

Like boiling oil poured on snow!

The gray shadow tumbled and twisted violently in the holy flames, emitting a silent, shrill howl, before being quickly burned into wisps of blue smoke!
Several key nodes of the array that had been tainted by demonic energy instantly regained their clear and spiritual light!

"Divine beasts... the auspicious Qilin... the true fire of the Phoenix... are actually... fighting for them?" On Meteor Cliff, the cultivator with a severe chest injury was barely breathing, but he struggled to see the intertwined, rising seven-colored rays of light and the blazing white waterfall of fire that burned away the invisible demonic shadows.

Further away, at several other Bloodmill positions that were also struggling to hold on, the defenders were also shocked to death by the earth-shattering commotion coming from the direction of Bloodmill!

They hid under the crumbling protective shield, the fragmented ground beneath their feet trembling terrifyingly!

Like a roar that could tear the entire Shattered Star Sea apart, a destructive symphony was formed by the sharp sound of laws shattering, the howls of giant beasts, the shrieks of demons, and the roars of soldiers.

The sound pierced through layers of spatial barriers, frantically assaulting their eardrums and souls!
"Is it... the Blood Millstone?"

"Is it the direction of Battalion C7? They...they've run into the main force of the Heavenly Demons?"

Someone's voice trembled.

"It's over... that commotion... even the Venerable One would perish if he went there..."

Desperate whispers spread within the protective shield.

"Hold on! Even if we die, we'll take a few down with us!"

Some generals had bloodshot eyes and roared like trapped beasts, but their hands, gripping their weapons, were trembling slightly.

The commotion from the direction of the Blood Millstone was like a harbinger of death, making them even more desperate as they foresaw the end of their position—a devastating torrent they could not resist.

Zhang Yuan stood on the command platform, his black Taoist robe fluttering gently in the faint ripples of space.

He slowly closed his eyes, turned around and walked towards the large bronze millstone array plate floating in the center of the high platform.

His mind roared, and he was like a god controlling the game of fate. His fingertips unconsciously traced the cold light and shadow, silently predicting the coming storm.

"The aura of the Primordial Chaos level... has arrived!"

Zhang Yuan's eyelids snapped open, and his eyes, imbued with chaotic divine light, pierced through the boiling gray-purple chaotic mist, precisely locking onto the most turbulent area deep within the Blood Millstone!
A massive, chaotic pressure, imbued with a greedy, devouring intent, was rapidly rising, stirring up the already turbulent spatial currents. Its intensity surpassed that of any known entity on the battlefield!

What is Hongmeng?

Hong represents the ultimate strength, and Meng represents the ultimate intention.

The unity of primordial chaos is an existence that even a Venerable at the third level can crush. (End of Chapter)