Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

The column of malevolent smoke above the sanctuary was now churning like boiling ink, its dark red core resembling congealed blood, a truly horrifying sight.

An indescribable, seemingly ancient, heavy, oppressive, and chaotic will, accompanied by the creaking sound of something immense being unable to bear the weight, subtly spread, causing panic in the hearts of all living beings.

The tide of blood moons is intensifying! That so-called "breakthrough" feeling is almost becoming a reality!

At the same time, the clouds in the sky were parted by an invisible force.

Three menacing-looking, subtly powerful flying ships, like colossal beasts emerging from the abyss, hovered silently in the void at the edge of the battlefield.

Immediately afterwards, the outlines of several more flying boats appeared in the clouds in the northeast and due north directions.

More than seven unidentified flying ships coldly surveyed the horrific battlefield below and the increasingly blood-red sanctuary.

Their goal is clear; they are patiently waiting for something.

The cultivators on the defensive line were shocked and furious when they discovered the uninvited guests in the sky, which inevitably affected their morale.

"Those hyenas!"

Li Mutian's face was gloomy.

Li Xiaoyao remained calm, but a sharp glint flashed deep in his eyes.

He gazed toward the sanctuary, and Qian Fugui's deep words seemed to echo in his ears—"Breakthrough."

What exactly is being "broken" through deep within the sanctuary? A seal? A restriction? Or... some kind of shackle from another being?

The flying ships in the sky, the evil tides on the ground, the restless sanctuary... everything is converging towards a certain critical point.

"Brother, Tongya, stabilize the defenses, especially the morale of the troops."

Li Xiaoyao withdrew his gaze, his voice steady.

"We can ignore what's in the sky for now. Our primary enemies remain the evil beasts and the anomalies in the sanctuary. I'm going to check on Xiang Ping and the others in the Black Pine Forest, just in case anything changes."

"careful."

Li Mutian said in a deep voice.

Li Xiaoyao's figure disappeared again.

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Above the sky, deep within the clouds.

The largest, jet-black flying ship hovered silently, like a giant beast lurking in the shadows.

The atmosphere inside the main cabin of the airship was somber.

Twelve cultivators, dressed in uniform black outfits and exuding profound auras, stood solemnly. Their cultivation levels were all at the Foundation Establishment stage, ranging from the early to the late stages.

They faced a huge light screen projection on the bulkhead ahead, their expressions respectful, awaiting instructions.

The light screen did not contain human faces, but only a constantly rotating dark red vortex, like a condensed blood moon eye.

A cold, indifferent, and emotionless voice emanated from the vortex, echoing in the silent cabin:

"The intensity and unusual phenomena of this blood moon tide in plane C-749 are unprecedented in the last thousand years."

"Based on this, it can be inferred that the remnant of the extraterrestrial demon sealed deep within the 'Sanctuary of Decay' has reached a critical point of activity and will not be content to remain dormant any longer."

The voice paused for a moment, then continued issuing instructions, concise and ruthless:

"Your team, in coordination with several other 'Breakers,' has only one mission: when the outer seal of the ruins is breached by the Blood Moon Tide and the internal demonic body, work together to break through the gap from the outside, penetrate deep into the core of the ruins, and assist that demonic body... in completely destroying the 'Yin Yang Great Five Elements Ancient Seal.'"

The twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators inside the cabin all had solemn expressions. No one spoke, only their straightened backs showed that they were listening attentively.

The cold voice concluded, "The moment the seal is about to break is your last chance to escape."

"If you are unable to escape for any reason... then crush the teleportation jade talisman given to you the moment the seal is completely broken and the remains of the Heavenly Demon are revealed to the world."

"The power of the jade talisman may allow you and others to seize a sliver of hope amidst the chaos."

"Alright, prepare to move out and wait for the signal."

As soon as the words were spoken, the dark red vortex on the light screen suddenly contracted and disappeared, and the cabin wall returned to its original state.

The twelve Foundation Establishment cultivators remained silent for a moment. The scarred man at the head, with a cold and hard face and an aura that had reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment, slowly surveyed his colleagues and said in a deep voice, "The mission is clear. Check your magical artifacts and talismans, adjust your state, and be ready to descend at any time."

Everyone nodded silently, sat down cross-legged, and began the final preparations.

The only remaining sounds inside the cabin were the circulation of pure spiritual energy and the subtle humming of the magical artifacts.

Their gazes occasionally drifted through the portholes, coldly sweeping towards the filthy sanctuary below, its air thick with malevolent energy and crimson hue.

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Meanwhile, in the vast void beyond the plane of Bing-749.

Far from the dimensional barrier, there are no stars, only eternal silence and darkness.

However, at this moment, four figures, seemingly integrated with the void and as majestic as mountains, quietly floated in four directions, perfectly surrounding the C-749 plane in the center.

The four figures were all different: a Taoist priest in a green robe stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes indifferent as an ancient, cold pool.

An elderly man with red hair lay on his side on a red cloud, seemingly dozing.

A woman in white sat cross-legged, with a white jade zither placed across her lap, her fingertips lightly pressing the strings.

The last one was an old farmer dressed in coarse linen clothes and wearing a straw hat, leaning on a bamboo cane, quietly gazing in the direction of the plane.

The one who just turned off the projection token in his hand was the Taoist in the green robe who stood with his hands behind his back.

He put away the token, his gaze briefly meeting the other three, and nodded in acknowledgment.

The red-haired old man didn't lift his eyelids, only letting out a barely audible hum from his nose.

The woman in white unconsciously traced the strings with her fingertips, creating ripples.

The old farmer in the straw hat simply adjusted the position of his bamboo cane.

There was no verbal communication between the four, nor was there any obvious fluctuation of their spiritual senses.

At their level, many things need no further explanation.

Their mere existence here seemed to suppress the four corners of this void.

In their perception, the C-749 plane is like an egg that is gradually being dyed red.

And that defiled sanctuary is the most vulnerable point on the eggshell, the one about to crack.

Countless subtle energies, causes and effects, malevolent energy, and spiritual power are frantically converging, clashing, and brewing around that one point.

Their eyes held scrutiny, assessment, indifference, and a hint of expectation.

It's as if we're waiting for a long-planned drama to unfold its final act.

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Black pine forest defense line.

The barrier, made of thick ironwood stakes and thorny vines, has been damaged in many places under continuous impact.

The stench of blood and malevolent energy permeating the air was almost tangible, and every breath carried a rusty, burning sensation.

The crimson broadsword in Li Xiangping's hand was covered with layers of dark red stains.

The crimson flames of the [Purple Capital Guard] around him flickered erratically, and each slash of his blade was accompanied by the ear-piercing howl of a ferocious beast and the explosive scorching flames.

Standing beside him was Wang Shouzhou, the head of the Wang family.

This kind-faced, composed middle-aged cultivator was surrounded by a thick, earthy-yellow spiritual light.

He brought the power of the Immortal Foundation [Thick Earth Platform] to its limit.

They continuously raised solid rock walls at key points of the defense line, or manipulated ground spikes to suddenly protrude from the beast horde, creating opportunities for Li Xiangping to kill them.

The two had been working together for a long time. Li Xiangping was the main attacker, while Wang Shouzhuo was the main defender and controller. With the assistance of other Qi Refining cultivators, they managed to keep the defense line from collapsing.