Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 262 The Sinking of the Dragon Pool
A blood-red curtain of clouds shrouded the heavens and earth.

Master Chen Ya's body was filled with surging spiritual energy, his beard and hair were slightly raised, and his eyes were filled with flashing lightning. His body was wrapped in golden-white lightning, making him impossible to look at directly.

Facing the thin Taoist priest, he took a step forward.

A massive, winding bolt of lightning suddenly appeared beneath their feet.

He raised his hand as if to press down, and uttered a low shout: "Thunder Decree!"

In an instant, the sky above Dragon Pool Mountain was filled with swirling clouds, and a pure bolt of lightning suddenly took shape, trapping the thin Taoist along with the ghostly heads flying around him.

Countless bolts of lightning, as thick as water buckets, transformed into dragons and snakes, rushing towards the thin Taoist from all directions.

The deafening roar of the thunderstorm swept across the entire valley, and many cultivators in and around the large building below felt their blood churn and blood flow from their ears and noses.

"Duh."

Amidst the sky filled with lightning, the thin Taoist chuckled softly, but his hands did not slacken.

As immense spiritual power converged, countless ghost heads suddenly swelled up, and solidified black demonic energy surged from their hollow eye sockets and mouths.

The demonic energy was constantly evaporated in the Thunder Prison, but new demonic energy surged out from its body.

The thin Taoist priest formed a hand seal, and a small ghost skull quickly materialized in front of him. He stretched out his large hand and slapped the top of the ghost skull.

A mournful ghostly howl suddenly erupted!

From the seven orifices of that ghostly skull spewed out countless twisted and wailing phantoms of resentful souls, which surged into a raging torrent of demonic flames and instead rushed towards the Thunder Prison.

The vengeful spirits collided with the lightning and vanished.

But the fragments that burst forth, like maggots clinging to bones, slowly spread within the thunder, causing the brilliance of the Thunder Prison to visibly dim.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the thin Taoist struck the void with his palm, and the sudden impact blasted a gap in the Thunder Prison.

Master Li Luo of Mount Xuanjian brandished an ancient longsword.

His spiritual energy surged forth, flowing from his fingertips and onto the sword.

Facing the fat Taoist priest who was riding the turbulent waves of the Yellow Springs, he pointed his sword at the void.

The cold river breaks through the clouds.

However, the previous sky full of sword light was gone, and there was no sword aura cloak to be seen.

The endless illusory sword shadows behind him instantly solidified and converged, transforming into a blue torrent that swept across the sky in an instant.

With terrifying power to annihilate the soul and freeze the spirit, it instantly pierced through the turbid waves of the Yellow Springs and went straight for the fat Taoist's body.

A look of seriousness flashed across the fat Taoist's face, and he began to form a Taoist incantation with his hands.

The turbid waves of the long river beneath my feet no longer surged and churned, but suddenly became incredibly viscous and deep, within which countless pale arms and distorted faces struggled and floated.

He spread his arms wide, embracing the Netherworld, and the turbid waves of the Yellow Springs around him formed a huge vortex.

The moment the sword energy plunged into the Yangtze River whirlpool, the turbid waves unleashed a terrifying suction and corrosive force.

That sharp, ingenious idea kept tearing apart those arms and faces, but it seemed to be sinking into a bottomless quagmire, its sharpness diminishing.

Even the decaying aura flowed upstream along the sword energy, attempting to erode its very source.

At the same time, some of the turbid waves transformed into countless filthy water arrows, which fell from the sky like a torrential rain.

Thunder raged, ghostly howls echoed, sword light crisscrossed, and the Yellow Springs swept through.

The aerial battlefield had long since descended into complete chaos.

Every move made by a Golden Core cultivator carries terrifying power that cannot be ignored. The wind pressure twists and vibrates, and spiritual energy overflows, turning into a storm that shakes the large enclosed building and the Dragon Pool Mountain below.

If it weren't for the inherent formations of the Dragon Pool Mountain Range itself providing a meager support, the cultivators below would likely have already been reduced to dust in the aftershocks of this battle.

Gods are fighting in Longtan Mountain.

Outside of Longtan Mountain, the entire cultivation world of the Chu Kingdom was in complete chaos.

"The Demon Ruins... have really arrived?!"

The scene of the gathering at Longtan Mountain is still being witnessed by cultivators from the outside world through the photographs taken by Shi Lingyun.

Although the scene is somewhat unstable due to the epic battle between four Golden Core cultivators, that is no longer the main point.

The demonic cultivators of the Demon Ruins have invaded the cultivation world of the Chu Kingdom.

It's going to change!

If the State of Chu was invaded by demonic forces, what about the other border states?

What about the Central Region...?

In the cultivation world of Chu, everyone—from independent cultivators and large and small cultivation families to minor sects—is judging and speculating about what the future holds.

Lanxi Cave.

Liang Feng and his wife Hu Qing were gathered around a jade wall at the foot of Chaosheng Stream, along with many other wandering cultivators from Lanxi Cave, observing the condition of Longtan Mountain.

Originally, it was a scene of laughter and joy, with people predicting who might surpass their peers and become famous in the cultivation world.

But when they saw the scene of the demonic cultivators invading, everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

"Husband."

Hu Qing nervously grasped Liang Feng's hand.

After many twists and turns, the two finally came together again and built this small home.

If the demonic forces truly invade, Lanxi Cave will likely not escape unscathed.

Although Liang Feng was also worried, he gently patted Hu Qing's hand: "Qing, don't be afraid."

hum-

Everyone looked up at the sound and saw a streak of light shooting towards Dragon Pool Mountain.

This person was none other than Jiang Chaosheng, a newly promoted rogue cultivator and Golden Core cultivator from Lanxi Cave.

at the same time.

The Lingfu Sect, a thousand miles away, was shrouded in a mournful wail of grief and indignation.

Everyone saw it just now.

Grandmaster Ye Ding was killed in front of everyone by two demonic cultivators who suddenly appeared.

A Golden Core cultivator has perished.

It is foreseeable that the Lingfu Sect will not have an easy time in the future.

Dongyuan Sect.

Inner Gate Library.

Chen Linyuan and Wu Xusheng sat on futons by the chessboard, with a water mirror reflecting the scenery and spirits of Dragon Pool Mountain.

Wu Xusheng's appearance had changed considerably since the last time Chen Linyuan saw him; his hair and beard were now completely white.

He didn't even look at the situation on Longtan Mountain; he just kept playing chess by himself.

Chen Linyuan calmly watched the scene unfold, the earth-shattering battle high in the sky.

"Tsk, there's never a peaceful place to go."

His slightly furrowed brows showed that he was not entirely indifferent: "Don't let me crush that promising sword cultivator."

Wu Xusheng raised an eyebrow: "It seems that the feng shui of Chu is not very good, as it keeps attracting these unlucky things."

He put down the book in his hand and casually asked, "Aren't you going to take a look?"

Chen Linyuan raised his eyelids, glanced at the battle on Dragon Pool Mountain, and lazily rolled his eyes.

"Two Golden Core cultivators are nothing, it's not worth making me do it myself."

Wu Xusheng continued, "Going out for a walk is always a good thing."

For some reason, the look in his eyes when he looked at Chen Linyuan carried a hint of worry.

"The Chu Kingdom only has a few Golden Core cultivators on the surface. If the demonic cultivators really come and mess up your junior sister's homeland, you won't be happy about it then."

"The Demon Ruins are testing me..."

Chen Linyuan shook his head, but his gaze seemed to inadvertently sweep towards the chaotic Dongyuan Sect disciples.

His gaze lingered briefly on Song Yan in the crowd.

"If we really want to take down the Chu Kingdom with swift and decisive measures, then it will be time for Nascent Soul cultivators to make their move."

"They probably know I'm here, and after three hundred years, they still don't know what state I've become. They want to find out what's going on, which is why they're making such a big fuss." "No, no."

Chen Linyuan said casually, "Being a coward is fine."

Upon hearing this, Wu Xusheng was not annoyed: "Suit yourself, you're in charge."

……

Longtan Mountain.

At the scene of Ye Ding Zhenren's fall and the appearance of the demonic cultivators, the cultivators in the Great Enclosure Building were undoubtedly in despair.

Adding to this bizarre blood array, most cultivators originally thought they were going to die here.

However, the arrival of Chen Ya and Li Luo, both Golden Core cultivators, gave everyone a boost of confidence.

Their battle with the two demonic cultivators instantly ignited the dying embers of survival in the hearts of countless cultivators within the Great Enclosure Building.

Not everyone sat idly by and awaited death under the overwhelming wrath of the demonic cultivators; a glimmer of hope began to grow.

"A Golden Core cultivator has arrived to our aid! We're saved!"

"Don't just stand there and wait to die! Do it!"

"Are there any fellow cultivators who are knowledgeable in formations? Let's join forces to break this formation!"

When Chen Ya appeared earlier, his sharp shout restored some of the sluggish spiritual energy within many cultivators.

Amid the chaos, several cultivators from major sects who were proficient in formations quickly stepped forward and became guides for breaking the formations in their respective viewing areas.

Regardless of who stood beside them, the cultivators of the Nine Meridians, under the threat of death, set aside their sectarian differences and displayed unprecedented unity.

"The southwest Kun position is also a weak point."

"The foundation of the formation has been damaged, and its effectiveness is waning!"

The cultivators, who were proficient in the art of formations, spread their divine senses to the fullest extent, capturing the subtle traces of the formation's operation amidst the crimson light, constantly searching for an opportunity to break it.

Many cultivators who were unfamiliar with array formations, under their guidance, unhesitatingly poured their remaining or newly recovered spiritual energy into a weak point in the array.

"Qian position, Bing 3! Join forces to attack this point!"

The various attributes and varying strengths of spiritual light, like countless tiny streams, converged under guidance into powerful beams of light that impacted the formation.

At this moment.

In a corner of the crowd, a middle-aged rogue cultivator, dressed simply and with an unremarkable appearance, slightly raised his head.

His face was blank, his eyes deep and calm, standing out from the panicked or desperate crowd around him.

The cuffs of his gray Taoist robe trembled slightly.

A tiny paper figure, no bigger than a thumb, floated down.

The little paper figure landed silently, but the instant it touched the ground, it melted away, losing all color and trace, instantly merging into the dust and light on the ground, leaving no trace.

"Well……"

Xin Shan Sanren's lips moved almost imperceptibly, but his barely audible voice was drowned out by the deafening roar of the array breaking: "...almost there."

The ground floor of the Daweilou building.

The Yang family members, who occupy the most open area in the center as the head of the household, are in the core circle.

Yang Kaijun suddenly turned around, intending to leave.

"Kaijun, where are you at such a critical moment?! Come back immediately and fight against the demonic cultivators with your people!"

The white-haired elder of the Yang clan, seeing that "Yang Kaijun" beside him was about to leave the Yang clan gathering place at this time, was immediately filled with anger and rebuked him sternly.

This rising star of the family, who has been exceptionally talented and has enjoyed unparalleled popularity in recent years, now has his back to his worried family members.

no respond.

On that handsome face, there was not a trace of hesitation or lingering affection.

That look in his eyes was so cold it seemed inhuman, and even carried a barely perceptible hint of weariness.

He didn't even stop walking, nor did he look back.

With a casual flick of his wide robe, a gentle breeze quietly pushed aside the crowd in front of him.

Clear a path for him to leave.

The Yang clan members stared in astonishment at his retreating figure until he disappeared into the night.

Outside the large enclosed building, in an inconspicuous corner far from the main battlefield.

Several huge, moss-covered pieces of spirit ore waste formed a natural hiding place.

The air suddenly rippled and distorted, and the paper figure emerged from the shadows, falling into the palm of a black-robed figure sitting cross-legged.

"Oh?"

He raised his head, the lower half of his face peeking out from under the hood; he was thin and withered, a chilling smile curving his lips.

He was none other than Liu, a demonic cultivator from the Yellow Springs Path.

"..."

His hands moved rapidly, forming a complex and mysterious hand seal in front of his chest.

Xin Shan Sanren inside the Great Enclosure Building and the sixteen demonic cultivators inside and outside controlling the formation all moved in perfect sync, ultimately stopping at such a strange magic seal.

hum-

A faint, strange fluctuation flickered across his otherwise ordinary face.

The trajectory of the spiritual energy within his body suddenly changed, instantly transforming into countless invisible and intangible tentacles that probed into the torrent of spiritual energy throughout the entire Great Enclosure Building.

The spiritual energy that originally came from countless cultivators to break the formation was drawn away by a subtle and strange force, and its direction was changed silently.

Covered in the chaotic torrent, it surged entirely into the very core of the entire crimson formation.

The crimson array suddenly froze, and then a change occurred that caught all the cultivators off guard.

The various nodes and bases of this formation, at this moment, resembled a greedy, gluttonous beast that had suddenly opened its massive jaws.

Any attacking spiritual energy from cultivators, all the sword light, sword energy, sound waves, talismans, and magical artifacts that bombard it...

None of them served to break the formation; instead, they contributed to its collapse.

The crimson light curtain expanded and twisted violently at an unbelievable speed.

By the time the monks inside the Great Enclosure discovered it, it was too late.

in the dark.

Xin Shan San uttered softly, "Collapse Formation."

!! ?
In the eyes of the cultivators in the Great Enclosure Building, all sounds in the world vanished for a moment.

A dazzling pure white light erupted from the center of the crimson array!

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force was born from it, and a ring-shaped impact that caused the mountains to collapse and the earth to split open in all directions.

destroy.

Everything in the area touched by that pure white halo was silently destroyed!

The monks inside the large building opened their mouths to shout and howl, but no sound could be heard.

The protective artifacts that were summoned all disintegrated the moment they came into contact with the halo.

Flesh and blood cannot even provide the slightest hindrance.

Countless Qi Refining cultivators melted instantly upon being touched by the shockwave, like ice and snow submerged in boiling water.

The sacrificial altar building completely disintegrated and collapsed.

Gray clouds and yellow earth rose into the sky, only to be swept away and swirled in all directions by the turbulent flow of spiritual energy that followed.

boom--

The mountain was cut in half by the dam, and the entire mountain began to collapse.

Dragon Pool at the mountain peak, cascading down.

This Dragon Pool Mountain was actually under the watchful eyes of all the cultivators in the Chu Kingdom...

It collapsed and sank.

(End of this chapter)