Cultivation begins in Qingfeng Market.

In the void, the three Nascent Soul True Monarchs stood side by side.

Tianqing Zhenjun was in the center, with a thin face and wearing a white robe that was clearly from the Tianlu Divine Sect, with golden command patterns embroidered on the cuffs.

On the right, Youlian Zhenjun, dressed in a bright and alluring black palace gown, had a playful smile on her lips, and was surrounded by faint, ethereal magical ribbons.

The Xuan Yang True Lord, appearing as a young man, stood calmly with his hands behind his back on the far left, dressed in a red blazing sun robe, his expression indifferent.

The three of them remained observing from the void.

They had been watching ever since the three men stormed into the Qingyu Clan's territory.

The Azure Eagle Dharma Form appeared, and True Monarch Gray Owl launched a sneak attack, but neither of them moved.

The three of them only made a move when the Hou appeared.

Tianqing Zhenjun flipped his hand and took out a fist-sized pearl. The pearl was transparent, and countless tiny silver runes flowed inside.

Youlian Zhenjun summoned a pitch-black demon banner. The banner moved without wind, and fine black mist as thin as hair kept emanating from its edges.

Xuan Yang Zhenjun then held up an ancient red mirror. The mirror surface was clear, but there were faint cloud patterns flashing across it.

The three activated their magical treasures, and three invisible waves fell from the void, wrapping around Hou's body like threads.

Killing a creature like a Hou directly is not very effective, as it will soon revive elsewhere.

The true form mark must be locked while it is active before it can be sealed, and this process takes a certain amount of time.

While urging the demon banner, True Lord Youlian shouted downwards, "Little White! Go, go! Take down that eagle!"

Youlian Zhenjun then turned to Tianqing Zhenjun, her tone filled with undisguised schadenfreude: "Tianqing, your little guy is about to be beaten to death, and you're not going to lend a hand?"

Tianqing Zhenjun glanced expressionlessly at Tianhao, who was being chased and left in a sorry state by the Hou.

Then he withdrew his gaze and said in a calm tone, "As a sect's holy son, he's not so easy to die. If he really dies here, it only proves that he wasn't qualified to be a holy son."

If he were to act now, it would delay the time to lock onto the Hou, putting him at a disadvantage in the subsequent struggle for the Hou. He wouldn't do something so foolish.

As the strongest hegemon in the Cangyuan cultivation world, the Tianlu Divine Sect has nine candidates for Holy Son and has never lacked figures of Holy Son level.

The so-called hope that the Holy Son has become a God-level being is just that—hope. When the three of them were young, weren't they all at the level of the Holy Son?

Only those who survived are qualified to stand before them; the dead are nothing.

If it were truly worthwhile to exchange a Saint-level figure for the combat power of a Nascent Soul cultivator, it would be well worth it.

Youlian Zhenjun found it boring.

The Heavenly Law Divine Sect claims to be the most disciplined, but it also has another characteristic: everything has value.

They evaluate every person and every matter, and never do anything that results in a loss.

Outsiders perceive it as fair, just, and strictly regulated, but that's because you haven't even touched the real core of the matter.

If you don't have enough value, the rules are ironclad; if you have higher value, the rules can be changed.

Tianqing Zhenjun felt it was worthwhile to exchange a Holy Son for a Hou, so he did it without any emotion, only pure calculation of interests.

This is the Heavenly Law Divine Sect.

Youlian Zhenjun then looked at Xuanyang Zhenjun, changing the subject: "I heard that this little fellow from your sect is the only secret disciple of the Cangming Sect in ten thousand years. Aren't you afraid he'll die here?"

Xuan Yang Zhenjun remained expressionless, his voice calm: "The secret disciples of my sect are designated by Qing Yuan Zhenjun, and I cannot interfere."

He paused, then continued, "If you want to kill him, you can try."

Youlian Zhenjun pursed her lips but didn't say anything more.

When it comes to Qingyuan Zhenjun, who dares to say anything more? His cultivation level is still a mystery, and even many Nascent Soul Heavenly Lords are wary of him.

Furthermore, she glanced down at Lin Zhao, who was locked in combat with True Monarch Gray Owl.

Didn't she realize that it was just a clone? What's the point of killing a clone? It's a waste of effort and you'll only offend people.

She snorted to herself, then turned her gaze downwards to the white-haired girl wielding a bone scythe and hacking wildly. A smile involuntarily crept onto her lips: "As expected, my little white-haired girl is the cutest."

Bai Jing is a descendant of her elder brother's lineage and the holy son she has wholeheartedly supported.

To secure this position, she personally eliminated a Holy Son and several so-called candidates for Holy Son, clearing away all those who stood in her way before finally pushing Bai Jing into the position.

Bai Jing is indeed living up to expectations, having already fused three strands of primordial demonic energy, and she still has two strands of demonic energy left.

If one can fuse the five paths before advancing to the Nascent Soul stage, then one truly has a chance to break through to the Divine Transformation stage.

This is the demonic path: doing whatever one pleases, appointing relatives and friends, and eliminating dissidents.

What's the big deal about a Nascent Soul cultivator suppressing a Core Formation cultivator?

The Nine Nether Demon Sect once had a peak Nascent Soul cultivator. To prevent anyone from threatening his position, they conducted a thorough investigation of everyone from Qi Refining to Nascent Soul cultivators.

That's right, we're talking about the current Heavenly Demon Lord.

In that incident, more than twenty Nascent Soul cultivators and over a thousand Core Formation cultivators of the Nine Nether Demon Sect completely disappeared, almost wiping out the entire generation of cultivators in that sect.

Most of the thirty-six demonic souls in his hand came from his own sect.

He was imprisoned for a thousand years afterward, but the so-called imprisonment was a joke to him. Everyone knew that the one imprisoned was not the real Heavenly Demon Lord, but a demon soul.

This is the Nine Nether Demon Sect.

The Heavenly Law Divine Sect measures everything by value, while the Nine Nether Demon Sect devours everything with power; each has its own cruelty.

Although the three were bickering, their hands never stopped moving.

We are now 50% confident in capturing the Hou.

But capturing the Hou is not enough—this is not a simple capture operation, but a battle for control among several dominant forces. Only when they are more than 90% certain will the three of them actually make their move.

Meanwhile, in the more distant outer seas, the battle was also raging.

Four Nascent Soul cultivators arrived from Dragon Abyss Immortal City, along with two subordinates from the Silent Night Demon Lord. Five members of the Myriad Laws Alliance also arrived, and some other Nascent Soul cultivators were drawn over to watch the battle from the outside.

The Mitian Alliance also sent seven Nascent Soul cultivators, and the two sides fought fiercely on the outskirts—spiritual light splashed everywhere, and the sea surged, making it seem like a grand spectacle, but in reality, it was all Dharma Bodies fighting.

Nascent Soul cultivators cherish their lives, while those from the Misty Heaven Alliance are Dharma Bodies, and most of those from this side are also Dharma Bodies.

They don't have any direct benefit from this incident, so who would really risk their lives?

It's just a show for the higher-ups, a few impressive displays of divine power between them, then they all step back and wait for the next round to unleash a few more.

Of the three battlefields, Tianhao was the first to succumb.

The Hou's attacks were too powerful; each claw carried a special, ferocious, and magic-breaking power.

The True Yang Spirit Shield is a fourth-tier defensive magic weapon. Even a full-force attack from an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator would be harmless against this shield.

Despite the Hou's continuous dozens of claw strikes, the blazing sun totem on the shield remained brilliant, but the nearby flame runes had already dimmed at a visible speed.