Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

The final battle of Qingmingtian ended at dusk on the seventh day.

When the golden divine kingdom of the last demigod city shattered with a deafening roar, and when the stubborn late-stage Purple Mansion demigod was slapped into the dust by the Grand Void Immortal, the battle in the entire Lower Three Heavens finally came to an end.

Standing atop the ruined city wall, Li Xiaoyao looked down at the army mopping up the remaining enemy forces, but felt little joy.

One month.

The battle raged for a full month across the three heavens and three realms.

From the Azure Heaven to the Crimson Flame Heaven, and from the Crimson Flame Heaven to the Dark Yellow Heaven, each level of heaven is a bloody battle.

The resistance of those demigods was even more frenzied and reckless than that of the Five Realms. They knew this was their stronghold, and there was no way to retreat.

Post-war statistics are not yet available, but Li Xiaoyao knows the numbers must be devastating.

"Fellow Daoist Shangyuan."

Jinpan Zhenren flew down beside him and handed over a jade slip: "Taixu Zhenren has summoned all fellow Daoists for a meeting. The meeting will be held in the Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord Hall in one hour."

Li Xiaoyao took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Three days in the middle?"

"right."

Master Jinpan nodded. "The next three days have been decided. Next, it's time for the middle three days. Master Taixu said that we need to consolidate resources and rest for three days before discussing the strategy for attack."

Li Xiaoyao remained silent for a moment before putting away the jade slip.

"Let's go."

The Xuanhuang Heavenly Lord's Hall was originally the core temple of the Three Heavens under the rule of the demigods, but it has now been converted into a temporary meeting place for the Immortal Sect.

An hour later, more than one hundred Purple Mansion True Persons gathered in the hall.

Master Taixu sat solemnly in the main seat. Beside him sat several later-stage Masters, including Chongyi, Miaochong, Luanfeng, and Husong.

Fellow Daoists

Master Taixu spoke, his voice echoing throughout the hall, "The Lower Three Heavens have been decided. You have all worked hard in this battle."

Everyone fell silent.

"But the war is not over."

Master Taixu changed the subject, "The Middle Three Heavens, the Upper Three Heavens, and the Sixth Heaven await us. Let's rest for three days, and then we'll discuss our attack strategy."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a commotion arose outside the main hall.

"What happened?"

Master Taixu frowned.

A figure rushed in; it was a Foundation Establishment commander on duty. He knelt on one knee, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Reporting to the True Immortal! News has arrived from beyond the realm... from beyond the realm! The True Lords... have won!"

The hall fell silent instantly.

Immediately, a deafening cheer erupted.

.....

Let's rewind to three months ago.

The outer void.

The three True Lords, Taiyao, Yuansu, and Lingguang, have been locked in a fierce battle with the three native Golden Core cultivators from the Heavenly Demon Realm for four whole months.

For the past four months, both sides have been testing each other, pulling each other along, and waiting.

The three native Golden Core cultivators—known in the Heavenly Demon Realm as the "Haotian Demon Emperor," the "Xuanming Demon Emperor," and the "Chilian Demon Emperor"—initially did not take these extraterrestrial Golden Core cultivators seriously.

Having cultivated in this realm for ten thousand years, they possessed a profound foundation and were further blessed by the Heavenly Dao of this plane, believing victory to be assured.

But soon, they realized something was wrong.

Those three human Golden Core cultivators never engaged them in direct combat. Each encounter was a brief skirmish, a retreat without lingering. If they couldn't win, they retreated; once they were far enough away, they would return, like three stubborn pieces of chewing gum they couldn't shake off.

"They're trying to stall us!"

Haotian Demon Emperor was the first to react.

The Xuanming Demon Emperor sneered, "So what if we hold them off? As long as we survive, those human ants in the lower realm won't be able to turn the tide."

The Crimson Demon Emperor, however, felt a vague unease.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

A month later, he realized something was wrong.

His fervent prayers and offerings began to wane.

"What's going on?" he exclaimed, filled with shock and anger. "My lineage... is dwindling!"

Haotian and Xuanming also discovered at the same time that their incense offerings and prayers were being lost.

"It's the lower realm!" The Demon Emperor Haotian's face turned ashen. "They're attacking the lower realm! Those demigods, demon kings... are being killed!"

The three demon emperors finally understood

Those three human Golden Core cultivators didn't intend to kill them at all. They wanted to hold them off so that the army from the lower realm could gradually uproot their foundations.

"Damn it!" roared the Xuanming Demon Emperor. "Go back! Go back immediately! As long as we return to this plane, with the Heavenly Dao suppressing them, they are no match for us!"

The three demon emperors exerted their power simultaneously, trying to break free from the entanglement and rush back to the Heavenly Demon Realm.

But Taiyao Zhenjun smiled.

"Trying to leave? Too late."

From the depths of the void, two figures stepped out—True Lord Zhaoming and True Lord Xuangui, one on the left and one on the right, blocking their retreat.

The five Golden Core cultivators have formed a complete encirclement.

"You..." Haotian Demon Emperor's face turned pale.

Taiyao Zhenjun asked leisurely, "The three of you, have you been comfortable these past four months?"

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Another month later.

The news that the three lower realms had all fallen finally reached beyond the borders.

Seventy percent of the incense offerings and prayers of the three demon emperors have been lost. Their connection with the Heavenly Dao of the Demon Realm is also constantly weakening.

"It's over..." the Haotian Demon Emperor murmured, "Our foundation... is broken."

The Xuanming Demon Emperor, his eyes bloodshot, roared, "Fight them! Even if I die, I'll take one of them down with me!"

The Crimson Flame Demon Emperor remained silent.

He glanced at Haotian, then at Xuanming, and then at the five human Golden Core cultivators, a complex light flashing in his eyes.

"I have a plan," he suddenly said.

Haotian and Xuanming looked at him.

"What strategy?"

The Crimson Demon Emperor whispered, "The three of us combined our strength and exhausted all our power to forcibly open a passage. As long as we return to the plane, with the help of the Heavenly Dao's suppression, we still have the power to fight."

Haotian and Xuanming exchanged a glance and slowly nodded.

"This is the only way."

The three demon emperors simultaneously unleashed their demonic power, their terrifying pressure permeating the void. They were going all out.

Taiyao Zhenjun frowned: "Be careful, they're trying to break through—"

Before he could finish speaking, something unexpected happened!

Suddenly, the Crimson Flame Demon Emperor turned around and unleashed both claws, slamming them hard into the chests of Haotian and Xuanming!

"boom!"

Caught off guard, the two demon emperors' protective demonic light shattered instantly, and they coughed up blood as they fell like meteors.

"Chi Lian! You—" Haotian Demon Emperor was filled with shock and anger, but he was powerless to resist.

The Crimson Demon Emperor withdrew his hand, looked at True Monarch Taiyao, and slowly knelt in the void.

"The sinful demon Chi Lian surrenders."

Taiyao Zhenjun looked at him and suddenly smiled.

"Okay. Very good."

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Three days later, in the Heavenly Demon Realm, in the Upper Three Heavens.

When the two demon emperors, Haotian and Xuanming, were escorted down from the sky, and when their massive, mountain-like bodies were sealed, pierced by chains, and forced to kneel in the void, all the demigods and demon kings in the entire Nine Heavens felt the oppressive force emanating from the depths of their souls.

That's a suppression stemming from bloodline.

That was the "god" they had worshipped for thousands of years, now completely reduced to a prisoner.

The True Lord of Elements stood atop the Nine Heavens, the power of the Yin like mercury spilling onto the ground, enveloping the entire Middle Three Heavens and Upper Three Heavens.

Wherever her divine sense swept, demigods and demon kings involuntarily knelt down, facing east, trembling.

That is a gesture of submission.

That was the posture of fear.

That was a sight never seen in ten thousand years.

The Elemental True Lord withdrew his divine sense and looked at the four True Lords beside him: Taiyao, Lingguang, Zhaoming, and Xuangui.

"The lower three days are already decided; the middle three days and the upper three days will be lost without a fight."

Zhaoming Zhenjun nodded: "What should we do with those demigods and demon kings?"

Lord Lingguang said calmly, "Those above the Purple Mansion level will be dealt with later. Those below the Purple Mansion level..."

He paused, then spoke slowly and deliberately:

"Extermination order".