I bear witness to immortality in the human world.

Chapter 243 The Astonishment of the Radiant Sun Dao Saint

"coming!"

"Be careful when facing the enemy!"

Above the city gate of Diyuan, in the areas guarded by the various peaks of the Holy Land, the Grandmasters at the Eight Refinements and Eight Bloods all spoke in solemn voices with grave expressions.

By this point, almost everyone could foresee that this might be the last and most dangerous surge of demonic tides during this upheaval in the abyss, a decisive battle for the demon race.

boom! boom! boom! !

As dark clouds rolled in, the numerous Daoist cultivators atop the city gate were the first to act. Before the dark clouds could engulf the city gate, countless Daoist techniques burst forth from above.

In an instant, thunder roared, flames surged, and winds howled.

This fierce bombardment immediately halted the momentum of the black cloud's attack, and countless shrill howls of demons rang out from within it.

However, the combined attack of numerous Daoist cultivators was insufficient to halt this long-brewing final battle. After a brief delay, the black clouds pressed down relentlessly with an irresistible force.

When the dark clouds completely engulfed the city gate, everyone noticed the strange occurrence.

"Such a dense demonic aura."

Wu Ming stood at a spot in the city gate, his pupils slightly contracted, a hint of wariness in his eyes.

This wave was the largest attack launched by the demons after accumulating power for nine days. The density of their demonic energy was far greater than in previous battles, at least two or three times denser!
The denser demonic energy also has a greater impact on human cultivators and martial artists, imposing more restrictions on them. Conversely, it provides a more comfortable space for demons to operate, resulting in a balance of power.

of course,

In addition, and more importantly, the demonic energy was much denser, which meant that the perception of the soul was further suppressed and restricted. Wu Ming's soul was even restricted to within a dozen feet, and he could only perceive the situation in a small area.

This kind of drastic limitation of perception is like a sudden decrease in an ordinary person's vision and hearing by several times or even ten times, which puts a lot of psychological pressure on them.

Even Wu Ming, who possesses multiple trump cards, was on high alert at this moment.

After all, the demonic energy was pervasive and the dark clouds were shrouded in darkness. He had no way of knowing what was hidden in the rolling demonic fog. Perhaps at any moment, several seventh-order demons would attack him, or even an eighth-order demon lord might suddenly attack.

"Hehehehe, all of you will become our food!"

"Your world will eventually be conquered by us demons; this is destiny!"

Voices, some like old men, some like young men, and some like young women, rang out from all directions. Then, one after another, demonic shadows, carrying magnificent demonic energy, suddenly burst out from the dark clouds and attacked the many Qingming Peak disciples near Wu Ming.

In just a moment, the sixth-level disciples of Qingming Peak were engaged in fierce battle with the demons.

In previous battles, although the demons always came with great force, the disciples of the various peaks of the Holy Land were able to defend themselves with relative ease. There were occasional close calls, but not many. This time, however, it was different. The demons' offensive was clearly much fiercer, and they came out with an almost desperate attitude, putting the disciples of the various peaks at a disadvantage from the start.

Wu Ming narrowed his eyes, and with a slight lift of his right hand, a dazzling bolt of lightning rose from his palm, then surged outwards, transforming into countless dense lightning threads that spread in all directions, striking at more than a dozen demonic figures.

In previous battles, he rarely took the initiative to deal with low-level demons. On the one hand, there were always seventh-level demon kings restraining him on the front, and on the other hand, this was also a way to hone the skills of the disciples from each peak.

But the current situation is different; the Abyss Demons are clearly ready for a decisive battle.

Given this situation, both sides are bound to suffer heavy casualties.

The city gate stretched for a very long distance, and the demonic energy was much thicker than before. Wu Ming couldn't manage a large area, but he would at least try his best to take care of the seven or eight Qingming Peak disciples within a range of a dozen feet that his soul sense could detect. He wouldn't just stand by and watch these fellow disciples fall into a life-or-death crisis.

"what!!!"

The scattered lightning struck the dozen or so demonic figures, causing each of them to scream in agony.

Although surrounded by demonic energy, they still could not withstand Wu Ming's lightning magic. Several demons perished and collapsed on the spot, and the rest of the demons were also severely injured.

but,

The moment Wu Ming made his move, the demon's counterattack followed immediately.

Suddenly, three demonic figures emerged from the black mist and launched a fierce attack on Wu Ming, almost at the very instant that Wu Ming had just released his Divine Firmament Thunder Technique!

These three demonic figures seemed to have been eyeing Wu Ming for a long time. They seized the opportunity to attack suddenly, and the aura they emitted was extremely terrifying. Each of them had reached the peak of the seventh rank, and their momentum was truly astonishing!
"die!"

All three demonic figures were filled with murderous intent.

Since Wu Ming arrived in the Abyss, he has participated in twenty or thirty battles, large and small. His situation has long been thoroughly understood by the demons of the Abyss. They know that his lightning magic is powerful and his Dharma form is naturally perfect, making him a proud elite among human cultivators.

As the humans predicted, this attack was the final round of turmoil in the Abyss, and also their final battle to accumulate strength and prepare for. The purpose of this battle was not only to hone the demons at the bottom, but also to kill as many of the youngest and most talented elites among the humans as possible!

Wu Ming is undoubtedly one of them!

Wu Ming is currently ranked in the top 30 on the demon clan's kill list!
In every previous battle, no killing traps had been set up against Wu Ming. Everything was saved for this final battle. Three top-tier seventh-order demon emperors joined forces to attack him, taking advantage of the moment when Wu Ming released his lightning magic to support others!

"Heh heh heh, you still dare to protect others, how foolish."

"You've released the lightning magic; you won't have time to use your Dharma Form again."

"Die, you human cultivators!"

All three Demon Emperors were filled with murderous intent, their eyes fixed on Wu Ming.

This commotion naturally alerted Qinglan, the senior disciple of Qingming Peak, who was closest to Wu Ming. He immediately realized that Wu Ming was in danger and was about to help him. However, before he could make a move, a mighty black streak tore through the demonic clouds and fiercely attacked him.

Without a doubt, this is an eighth-order demon lord!
Qinglan's expression changed, and she had no choice but to release her magic to resist the dark streak that was attacking from the sky. At the same time, her heart sank rapidly, and her face became much uglier.

Something is going to happen!
These abyssal demons were clearly setting up a trap to kill Wu Ming!

In fact, although this decisive battle was grand in scale, it was still within a certain range. At least the Nine Refinement Dao Saints and Nine Blood Martial Saints in the camp did not make a move, but only confronted the Ninth-Order Demon Saints of the Demon Clan from afar.

If the demons sent several eighth-level demon lords to attack Wu Ming, the commotion would be too great and too obvious, and it might attract the intervention of the Martial Saints and Dao Saints who had undergone nine blood and nine refinements, which might not be able to succeed.

and,

Even though the Abyss Demons used the turmoil in this area to create a large-scale demonic tide, their accumulated power was still limited. This time, they wanted to kill a large number of human prodigies, and it was impossible to arrange several eighth-order demon lords to kill each of them.

Three top-tier seventh-order demon emperors, taking advantage of the demonic tide to lurk and launch a sudden attack while Wu Ming was releasing his Dao techniques, made this extremely dangerous situation. Even a top-tier seventh-order Dao cultivator could be injured or killed!

Qinglan's face was ashen, her heart pounding. In that split second, she couldn't spare a hand to help and could only watch helplessly as the three Demon Emperors attacked Wu Ming. However,
Faced with such a sudden and deadly situation, Wu Ming showed no sign of tension on his face, nor did his eyes reveal any surprise.

"Is it finally here..."

"Only three Demon Emperors? They really look down on me."

Wu Ming had clashed with demons many times before and was well aware of their cunning and treachery. This decisive battle was fierce, yet strange in every way. Under these circumstances, he had long anticipated being suddenly attacked by the demons.

However, his worst-case scenario was that an eighth-rank demon lord would attack him. But it turned out that the demon race did not take him seriously enough. Only three top seventh-rank demon emperors attacked him while he was releasing his lightning magic.

If it were half a month ago, before he mastered the perfect-level formation, he would indeed have had a hard time resisting this situation, and might even have been forced to summon the projection of the Demon Suppression Disc to save his life.

But now, it's not necessary.

As the three Demon Emperors, each shrouded in terrifying demonic light, attacked from three directions, Wu Ming merely flicked his sleeve, and six small blood-red swords instantly flew out from his cuff.

When the blood-red swords flew out of his sleeve, they looked ordinary, like a broken copper sword that a child would play with. There was no aura to be sensed on them. But when they came to Wu Ming and crossed each other, six terrifying and astonishing baleful auras suddenly rose up!

This overwhelming malevolent energy did not disperse, but instead condensed within a three-foot radius.

The six blood-red swords, carrying the intense killing intent, were linked together in an extremely mysterious formation. Then, with a single slash in mid-air, they created a dazzling crimson sword net!
boom.

The crimson sword net pressed down and collided with the three incoming demonic lights. After a brief pause, it suddenly erupted with a series of booming sounds, and the three demonic lights were directly crushed by the sword net!
The three demon emperors who were attacking Wu Ming also stopped abruptly as they flew towards each other.

The faces they conjured all wore ugly expressions, and their eyes, like those of demons, were filled with surprise and uncertainty.

Sword array!

Unexpectedly, Wu Ming had such methods!
In the past few months, Wu Ming has mainly used thunder magic and Dharma forms in the battle. He has never shown any magic to manipulate objects or activated any spiritual treasures or magical artifacts.

In this situation, it's easy to imagine that Wu Ming's ability to manipulate objects might be too weak, or perhaps he hasn't yet refined a suitable spiritual treasure, which is why he hasn't been able to use this method.

Unexpectedly, Wu Ming's ability to manipulate objects was not weak at all, but rather too strong, to an extent beyond expectations!
Those six blood-red swords, each of them, were probably at the level of mid-grade spiritual treasures. They were clearly a set of combined spiritual treasures, far rarer than ordinary single spiritual treasures, and they could also perfectly form an array together.

What's most astonishing is its power. The power of this sword formation, released by the six flying swords, has undoubtedly reached the top level of the sixth level of refinement. It is even extremely fierce, forcefully breaking through the killing move released by the three demon emperors together!
It wasn't just those few demon emperors.

Even Qinglan, who was caught up in the entanglement and unable to provide immediate support, showed a look of shock at this moment.

What shocked him was not the six flying swords released by Wu Ming. Although such a set of flying swords that reached the level of mid-grade spiritual treasures was quite rare and precious, it was only slightly surprising to him and nothing to him.

What truly shocked him was the sword formation Wu Ming used to unify these six flying swords. The sword formation was incredibly profound, and with his discerning eye, he could almost immediately tell that its level was above the Dexterity level!

"A perfect-level formation?"

"How can this be……"

For a moment, Qinglan felt somewhat bewildered.

Wu Ming's talent these days is indeed extremely high, and he has no doubt that Wu Ming can construct a perfect-level formation. If news of Wu Ming's mastery of a perfect-level formation spreads in seven or eight years, he probably wouldn't be too surprised.

The problem is, how long has Wu Ming been at the seventh level of cultivation?
Less than a year at most!
To comprehend a perfect formation in less than a year is beyond genius; it's monstrous.

As far as Qinglan knew, among all the Seven Refinement Dao cultivators born in the entire Holy Land in the past hundred years, the person who mastered the perfect-level formation the fastest did so in the third year after breaking through to the Seven Refinement stage.

of course,

The Great Jin Holy Land was created by immortals, and its origins are untraceable. It has existed in the world for countless millennia. In such a long period of time, there may have been peerless geniuses who comprehended perfect-level formations in the first year after breaking through to the seventh level of cultivation. But the only thing that can be confirmed is that Wu Ming's speed in comprehending formations is far ahead of all the seventh-level cultivators in the Holy Land this generation. This is not just a little talent, but a truly peerless talent!
……

At the same time, Qinglan's heart was filled with turbulent emotions.

From the direction of the camp.

A figure bathed in golden light floated in the air, its eyes reflecting the entire battlefield.

The dense demonic energy that permeated all directions could not obstruct his vision in the slightest.

He is the Holy Saint of the Radiant Sun.

To him, this seemed to be the final battle in the turmoil of the abyss, but in reality it was just a test for the younger generation. Therefore, even though the demons were launching a fierce offensive, he had no intention of intervening.

But when his gaze swept across the battlefield and inadvertently fell upon a certain spot, his eyes paused slightly.

"Ok?"

His golden eyes reflected Wu Ming's figure, as well as the six blood-red flying swords surrounding Wu Ming.

"he is……"

A strange look appeared on Hui Ri Dao Sheng's face.

Within the sacred land, there are countless geniuses and numerous young grandmasters. Although comprehending a perfect-level formation is commendable, it is not enough to stir up any waves in his heart. However, the young man in his sight is different.

He recognized the other person.

Seven years ago, during the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms' Prodigies, he guided the other party into the Holy Land. At that time, along with Da Fan and Qing Jun, two outstanding talents, all of whom were at the Five Refinements and Five Blood realms.

"Seven years? A perfect-level formation?"

Hui Ri Dao Sheng's expression looked somewhat strange.

For him, it wouldn't be surprising if it were just a matter of breaking through to the seventh level of the Nascent Soul realm in seven years. But the problem is that the sword formation released by Wu Ming is clearly based on a perfect-level formation, which is quite astonishing!

In just seven years, he has progressed from the fifth level of cultivation to the seventh level and has also mastered a perfect-level formation. Such a cultivation progress would definitely rank him among the top three among all the geniuses born in the entire Holy Land over the past few thousand years!

Thinking of this,
Hui Ri Dao Sheng couldn't help but glance in another direction.

That was the area guarded by Hui Ri Peak. In one corner, there was a disciple wearing a blue Taoist robe. He was Qing Jun, who had joined Hui Ri Peak seven years ago. Now, his strength had reached the peak of the sixth level of cultivation. Among the disciples of Hui Ri Peak over the years, he was not considered to be lagging behind. However, he was somewhat inconspicuous on this battlefield.

Looking at his disciple Qingjun below his peak, Dao Saint Hui Ri couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)