Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

Dongyang Immortal City may not be able to be defended.

If that really happens, he'll have to trouble the Core Formation cultivators in the Immortal City to help him hold them off.

All the array formations and restrictions were activated, trapping a million cultivators, along with demonic beasts and ghostly mist cultivators, within the city.

This should buy him enough time to escape.

These cultivators should be very willing to sacrifice for him, after all, he is a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

Trading the lives of a million cultivators for the life of a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

It's worth it.

He suddenly sighed and murmured, "Senior sister, I hope you can bless me."

The hall was very quiet.

The cold light of the luminous pearl fell on his face, hiding half of it in shadow.

"Although I killed my master and also stabbed you, causing you to perish both in body and soul."

But considering our past love and happiness, you should bless me.

Right?

He spoke softly and gently, as if he were discussing a trivial matter with someone.

"Look, didn't you say that your biggest wish was to ensure that your family could continue to exist in the Immortal City, which is why you invited me to marry into the Immortal City?"

I kept my vow to you, and your descendants are doing well. They have multiplied in this immortal city for thousands of years and now number in the tens of thousands.

Unfortunately, no cultivators with spiritual roots have been born, and without spiritual roots, one cannot embark on the path of cultivation.

I've done my best, senior sister, you won't blame me.

Right, senior sister?

He spoke tender words, but his eyes were icy cold.

-----

Half a day later, when he walked out of the main hall, he had transformed back into the Dongyang True Lord he always was.

He also considered whether to take a group of direct descendants who had reached the Core Formation stage with him to rebuild the Immortal City.

The final decision was not to bring any of them.

The more people you bring, the slower you escape.

Moreover, after the immortal city was destroyed, all the surviving cultivators in the city would become witnesses.

The group at the Black Sea camp is backed by several Nascent Soul cultivators. If he's the only one who gets out alive...

He can say whatever he wants—that he fought valiantly but was defeated, that he died fighting when the city fell, and that he was the only one who managed to escape.

After all, he is a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and his words are the evidence.

But if anyone is still alive and saw him abandon the city and flee, then it's hard to say.

That's it.

Let those people from the Black Sea camp be buried with the Immortal City.

After the ghostly mist cleared, he returned to rebuild the immortal city.

Ghostly mist attacks generally do not take away a cultivator's belongings.

The legacy of a million cultivators should be enough to gather enough materials to forge a new Dharma body.

He will erect a monument for the fallen monks—no, ten monuments.

They were commended for their contributions to Dongyang Immortal City.

It's a pity that rebuilding the immortal city will take a long time.

However, this immortal city was originally inherited by him from the previous generation of Dongyang Zhenjun, so if it's gone, it's gone.

The cultivators in the immortal city were still cheering, celebrating that True Monarch Dongyang had defeated another Nascent Soul level opponent.

No one knew that he had already abandoned everything in the Immortal City—to lay the foundation for forging a new Dharma body for him in the future.

However, the cultivators from the Black Sea camp were not without vigilance.

The True Lord of Dongyang thought he could easily control these Core Formation cultivators, but he underestimated their abilities.

His cultivation level was forcibly increased by the previous generation's Dongyang Immortal Lord at great cost.

He had never been to the Black Sea camp, so how could he know the capabilities of these people?

Core Formation cultivators who dare to venture into the Black Sea have had their fair share of dealings with fourth-tier demonic beasts.

They don't think that a Nascent Soul True Monarch should be high and mighty.

After several moves, they had already guessed most of Dongyang Zhenjun's background.

Even if these people joined forces, they might not be able to do anything to True Lord Dongyang, but it would be a pipe dream for True Lord Dongyang to control them.

The only thing to worry about is the fourth-order formation of the immortal city. Normally, the formation of an immortal city cannot be destroyed by a Core Formation cultivator.

But if you start from within and make preparations in advance, that's a different story.

The battle lasted for another half month.

A few days ago, there were still a few peak third-tier monsters attacking the city, but no more peak third-tier monsters have appeared since.

Everyone in the Immortal City believed that it was the Dongyang True Lord who had taken action, creating a deterrent effect, and that the ghostly mist was about to dissipate.

The cultivators guarding the city smiled, and some even began to sit cross-legged on the city wall and chat, discussing where to make a fortune after the ghost mist dissipated.

The people at the Black Sea camp were making preparations in secret. Although they did not hold any more gatherings, they had their own means of communication.

-----

That day, the surroundings were unusually quiet, as if all sounds had been suppressed by something.

The sound of waves and wind disappeared, and even the sound of the city's protective array was much lower than usual.

Lin Zhao, who was meditating on the city wall, opened his eyes and vaguely saw blurry figures moving in the gray mist.

They weren't demonic beasts, but ghost mist cultivators.

Moreover, there were many of them, and they were in neat rows, resembling an army of cultivators.

Suddenly, a deafening roar came from the sky.

A beam of black light shot into the sky from the depths of the gray fog, exploded in the air, and formed a black curtain that pressed down.

The moment the sky fell, all sounds were swallowed up, and the surrounding area seemed to turn into a silent space, with only the sound of one's own heartbeat remaining.

The Demon Lord of the Night has descended.

He was a handsome young man with a pale face, wearing a long black robe that fluttered even without wind.

He stood amidst the gray mist, with a dark red, waning moon phantom behind him—his Dharma form.

The true Dharma form is actually formed after the nascent soul leaves the body.

However, the nascent soul is extremely fragile, so no nascent soul cultivator would easily let it leave their body.

Therefore, based on their own characteristics, they formed unique Dharma forms that could be projected outwards.

The Demon Lord of the Silent Night's gaze swept across the Immortal City, devoid of sorrow or joy.

Dongyang Zhenjun's expression changed drastically.

Even though he already knew that the Demon Lord of the Silent Night was strong, he didn't expect him to be this strong—

The mere pressure emanating from the opponent's arrival caused the light barrier of the city's protective array to tremble violently, and the restrictive patterns to flicker erratically.

He can only hope that the immortal city can hold out a little longer.

But following closely behind the arrival of the Night Demon Lord was another aura.

The sea exploded, and a giant python, over a thousand feet long, emerged from the gray mist—a fourth-tier demonic beast, the Sea-Devouring Ancient Python.

The python's body was covered with dark blue scales, and black mist seeped from the gaps between the scales.

The snake's eyes were vertical dark gold, with two grayish-white ghost flames burning deep within them.

This Demon Lord of the Night can actually control fourth-tier demonic beasts.

The Ancient Python Devouring the Sea began attacking the Immortal City's formation.

Each flick of the ancient python's tail carried earth-shattering power. The python's tail slammed into the city's protective array, causing the light barrier to dent violently. The sound of the golden runes shattering could be heard even through the barrier.

Dongyang Zhenjun sternly ordered all cultivators to use their full strength.

His voice resounded throughout the city through the array, each word ringing out: "I swear to live and die with this immortal city!"

The Core Formation cultivators at the Black Sea camp exchanged silent glances, and no one spoke.

Along with the appearance of the Ancient Sea-Devouring Python came a massive beast tide—hundreds of third-tier demonic beasts, including more than twenty at the peak of the third tier.

A large number of resurrected ghost mist cultivators were mixed in with the monster horde, their grayish-white pupils devoid of any life.

Lin Zhao spotted several familiar faces in the crowd. They were cultivators who had died in the ghostly mist during this period. Now they had all returned and were rushing towards the city wall behind the demonic beasts.

Lin Zhao and the cultivators from Camp Seven began to reunite. After they reunited, their expressions turned grim—because they spotted a familiar figure among the Ghost Mist cultivators.

Kou Zhenren.