At the same time, traveling through time, starting from subverting the war at the top

Chapter 334 Transformation into God
A world where mortals cultivate immortality.

Chaotic Star Sea, a certain sea area.

On the azure sea, a spirit boat sped through the waves, its hull shimmering with runes that glowed faintly in the sunlight.

On the deck, two monks on guard leaned against the ship's railing. Seeing that the surroundings were calm, they began to chat in hushed tones.

"Senior Brother Ming, I heard that the Reverse Star Alliance and the Star Palace fought another battle near Falling Star Island a few days ago." One of the cultivators, dressed as a scholar, said leisurely, waving a folding fan. "This time, the Reverse Star Alliance lost a Core Formation cultivator, which was quite a loss."

"Hmph, the conflicts between the two sides have become more and more frequent in recent years. It looks like another great war is about to break out." Another blue-robed cultivator frowned slightly and said in a low voice, "It's strange. In terms of strength, the Reverse Star Alliance clearly has the upper hand—they occupy more than 20 of the 36 islands in the Inner Sea. But in terms of winning and losing, the Star Palace wins more often than it loses."

"Heh heh, what's so strange about that? Because the Twin Saints of Heavenly Stars have cultivated the Primordial Magnetic Divine Light, they are practically invincible as long as they don't stray far from Heavenly Star Island. However, the Twin Saints of Heavenly Stars dare not stray far from Heavenly Star Island for too long, otherwise their cultivation will drop drastically. In this way, these two families each have their own concerns, which has brought great misfortune to us small sects," the scholar cultivator sneered.

"Yes!" The blue-robed cultivator sighed, looking frustrated. "Being conscripted is one thing, we can just send a few low-level disciples to deal with it. But before, we only had to pay tribute to one family, but now we have to pay double... These days are getting harder and harder to bear."

"Haha, Senior Brother Ming is really sentimental. How can two Foundation Establishment disciples like us concern ourselves with such matters? Our Grandmaster and Master will naturally take care of them. As long as Master is around, these two families won't push our sect too far. We just need to get through these two years of our term of office and then return to our cave to cultivate in peace. Speaking of which, since I came out of seclusion last time, I've had a vague feeling that I'm about to break through to the early stage of Foundation Establishment. It seems like I should be entering the middle stage of Foundation Establishment!" The scholar cultivator suddenly said with a hint of pride.

"What? Junior Brother, if you can advance to the mid-stage in a hundred years, that's truly extraordinary talent. I've been stuck in the mid-stage for decades without any sign of breaking through." The blue-robed Taoist was stunned upon hearing this, then an envious look appeared on his face.

"Senior Brother Ming is joking. Everyone knows that the difference between the initial bottleneck and the mid-stage bottleneck is like heaven and earth. After I enter the mid-stage, I'm probably not as good as you, Senior Brother!" The scholar waved his hands repeatedly.

The blue-robed Taoist gave a bitter smile upon hearing this, and just as he was about to say something more, a deafening roar, like thunder from the heavens, resounded, followed by a jolt and violent shaking of the entire spirit boat.

The two were startled and exchanged a glance before hurriedly looking into the distance.

Where the sea meets the sky, a magnificent cloud formation, as colorful as a sunset, rolls and surges, and from within the cloud comes the roar of ten thousand galloping horses.

As the sound rang out, a giant wave over a hundred feet high suddenly surged up on the nearby sea, and a silver-white line rushed rapidly toward their spirit boat from afar.

The cultivators on the spirit boat rushed out of the cabin, their faces pale, staring intently at the swirling clouds and mist in the distant sky.

The towering waves posed little threat to these cultivators who could fly on swords.

But the spiritual pressure emanating from those beautiful clouds was truly astonishing!
Even though they were so far apart, they were all terrified by the fluctuations in spiritual energy, as if some ancient monster was about to descend upon the world.

The entire sea was trembling.

The blue-robed monk and the scholar were so parched that they could no longer speak.

At this moment——

"Shh!"

A flash of yellow light appeared, and a burly man in a yellow robe suddenly appeared on the deck.

"Greetings, Senior Uncle!" The blue-robed cultivator and the scholar, as if seeing a savior, hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects.

The burly man in the yellow robe waved his hand, his expression extremely solemn, his gaze fixed on the distant sky, without uttering a word.

"Senior Uncle, what... what is this? Is there some high-level demonic beast breathing clouds and mist in the sky over there?" The scholar-cultivator swallowed hard and asked cautiously.

"No." The burly man in the yellow robe frowned and shook his head. "There's no demonic aura in the clouds, so it's definitely not the work of a demonic beast. Besides, a demonic beast with such power would at least be at the Transformation stage, and it's impossible for it to appear in the Inner Sea." "Then... could it be a celestial omen of a treasure's birth?" A glint of greed flashed in the blue-robed cultivator's eyes.

"If that's really the case, such a powerful celestial omen means this treasure must be extraordinary." Upon hearing this, the scholar-cultivator's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but show interest.

"What kind of treasure has appeared? I think you lot are tired of living. This commotion is more like a celestial phenomenon caused by someone breaking through, but even when your grandmaster broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, it couldn't compare to this."

The burly man in the yellow robe sneered, then said, "Hmph, even if it really is a treasure, how could you possibly have a chance to get your hands on such a precious item? Even if you were lucky enough to obtain it, it would only bring you death."

“I remember that the lair of the Primordial Demon is in the nearby sea area. He couldn’t possibly not come and take a look at such a celestial phenomenon.”

Upon hearing the words "Primordial Demon," the two men's expressions changed drastically, instantly turning extremely ugly.

Just then, a blinding white light appeared in the distance, instantly obliterating the colorful clouds and mist. Even the middle-aged cultivator in yellow robes at the late Core Formation stage couldn't help but close his eyes.

Just as the colorful clouds disappeared, a massive spiritual pressure, several times stronger than before, suddenly descended, and the entire sky seemed to be distorted for a moment!
However, before anyone could react, the spiritual pressure vanished abruptly, as if everything that had just happened was merely an illusion...

Then, an island suddenly appeared in front of them.

It felt like a fairyland.

Just as the middle-aged cultivator in the yellow robe was filled with doubt, a dark cloud suddenly rolled in from another direction on the horizon. It moved with incredible speed, as if it had also noticed the anomaly in the sky and wanted to go to the suddenly appearing "immortal island" to find out what was going on.

The middle-aged cultivator in the yellow robe's expression changed slightly upon seeing the imposing presence of the black clouds.

Before the dark clouds even approached the immortal island, a blinding sword light suddenly shot out from the island, piercing through the dark clouds like lightning!
The sword light moved with incredible speed, piercing through the dark cloud in an instant.

The cultivator hiding in the dark clouds had no time to react, and even his primordial spirit failed to escape.

Then, a large amount of blood suddenly sprayed down, and this cultivator of a not-so-low level was completely killed in one fell swoop.

This scene not only turned the two Foundation Establishment cultivators pale and filled them with panic, but even the yellow-robed cultivator who had been relatively calm before showed a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Go! Go quickly!"

The yellow-robed cultivator shouted, and the spirit boat immediately changed direction and fled frantically!

Even after flying an unknown distance, the people on the spirit boat were still shaken.

"Senior Uncle, is that a disciple of the Primordial Demon Lord in the dark cloud? Otherwise, how could it be?" The scholar-cultivator's voice trembled.

"What disciples? It's none other than Old Demon Hun himself! Otherwise, how could that black cloud have such a presence!" the yellow-robed cultivator said in a deep voice.

Despite prior speculation, these words still elicited a collective gasp of astonishment on the spirit boat.

"The Primordial Demon Lord was a Nascent Soul level cultivator just like our Grandmaster. How could he have been killed so easily? It seems he didn't even have time to escape from his Nascent Soul stage!" the blue-robed cultivator exclaimed in horror.

(End of this chapter)