Cultivating a family of immortals

The dragon's gaze swept across the river and fell upon Xuan Wuchen's expression. Immediately, the corners of its mouth turned up, and its enormous head grinned, emitting a silent laugh.

Xuan Wuchen's face was ashen, but he turned and left the cave, heading towards the river.

"Green Bamboo, have Ye Bai summon the people of the Xuan Yuan Sect to come here and kill this dragon. It was injured by a high-level cultivator and its strength is less than 30% of its peak. If I take action, it will have no chance of survival."

Upon hearing this, Green Bamboo quickly threw out his longsword and flew away into the air.

Xuan Wuchen stood in the cave, gazing at the surging river, and pondered:

"Four hundred years ago, when I fought it, it concealed the wound in its abdomen, but today it has exposed it without any attempt to hide it, all to lure me into attacking..."

"Whether it kills us or it has a backup plan to turn the tables on us, it's gambling..."

"Since that's the case, I'll take the gamble!"

Xuan Wuchen smiled slightly, threw out his flying sword, and rode it towards the river. At the same time, he made a hand seal, and the spiritual power in his Purple Mansion surged out like a tide, pushing aside the river around him. In an instant, a Dharma image tens of feet tall rose from the ground and floated behind him.

Only cultivators at the Purple Mansion Realm can unleash the Dharma Body. The Dharma Body is not a simple phantom, but a materialized form condensed from the spiritual energy within the Purple Mansion.

The Dharma Image looked exactly like him, holding two huge swords in his hands, with a vertical eye between his eyebrows, exuding an incomparably majestic aura.

Xuan Wuchen rushed out of the cave and arrived at the river surface in an instant. Immediately, his Dharma form covered the moonlight.

There is no snow tonight, so it is time to kill.

At this moment, more than half of the thousands of cultivators in front of the Mochuan River had died or been injured. Blood kept flowing from the wound on the dragon's abdomen, but it could be vaguely seen that it was slightly swollen.

Its mouth was full of blood, and it even had half a cultivator's body being chewed in its mouth, as it said:

"I knew you were going to make a move!"

Xuan Wuchen calmly replied, "So what if I expected it?"

The dragon swallowed the corpse from its mouth, then calmly said:

"Since you're here, then become nourishment for my Golden Core."

As soon as he finished speaking, a Dharma image materialized behind the dragon. The Dharma image floated behind him like a real dragon, instantly covering the sky and almost spanning hundreds of feet across the Mochuan River.

Immediately, all the cultivators in front of the Mochuan River stared at this scene in horror.

Lin Qingcang's lips trembled as he said bitterly, "Peak of the Purple Mansion Realm..."

Xuan Wuchen, however, remained unfazed and shouted to the crowd:

"It's all an act. Seventy percent of its spiritual power was cut off by the high cultivator's blade. This Dharma form looks impressive, but it's just an empty shell. Everyone, just keep attacking the knife wound in its abdomen!"

Lin Qingcang gritted his teeth and shouted, "Disciples of both sects, listen to my command! Continue the attack without holding back!"

However, as soon as the order was given, several disciples ran towards Qingping Mountain like madmen.

Lin Qingcang roared, "Those who desert in the face of battle shall be executed without mercy!"

After saying this, he immediately leaped into the air and stabbed the disciple who was about to run up the mountain to death with his sword. However, he did not stop flying into the mountain.

Upon seeing this, the disciples immediately began to curse.

Even Lin's own family members were shocked and then started cursing, their faces turning red.

However, everyone underestimated Xuan Wuchen's decisiveness. As early as when Lin Qingcang set off, Xuan Wuchen had already sensed that his intention to use Dao techniques to chase after that disciple was unclear. If he wanted to kill him, he only needed to use a sword technique. Why did he have to come in person?

Therefore, he reached out and made two sword gestures, one to kill the disciple who deserted the battle, and the other to kill Lin Qingcang who dared to desert the battle.

As expected, that was exactly what Lin Qingcang planned.

The sword light streaked across the night sky like a meteor and landed on Lin Qingcang's back.

With a soft "plop," it was cleaved in two.

Lin Qingcang was horrified. He looked down and saw that his lower body was falling towards the mountain. His consciousness was clear for a moment, then gradually became blurred.

"Damn it! My Lin family has been entrenched here for over a thousand years, yet today we are almost wiped out. I wonder how many will survive after this battle. Second brother... you must not covet that [Soul-Nourishing Purple Crystal]. This is a situation we cannot afford to participate in. Leave quickly..."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Lin Qingcang, the sect master of the Haoran Immortal Sect, perished.

Xuan Wuchen snorted coldly and said, "Disciples of the Haoran Sect and the Chaoyang Sect are here. If anyone still thinks of deserting today, don't blame me for showing no mercy. This dragon is seriously injured. If we don't seize this opportunity, it will inevitably seek revenge sooner or later. Where can we escape to? I have cultivated for thousands of years and finally reached the Purple Mansion realm. Today, I shall fight to the death. Victory or defeat, it all comes down to this!"

Upon hearing this, the hundreds of cultivators knew that they might not escape death today, so they had no choice but to fight desperately for a sliver of hope.

The first person to utter the incantation was Fang Shouzhuo, who also came here with the inner disciples.

As he unleashed bolts of lightning from his incantations toward the dragon, countless disciples behind him finally turned their eyes red and charged toward the dragon together.

Meanwhile, Xuan Wuchen also controlled his Dharma form and engaged in a fierce battle with the Dharma form condensed by the dragon.

Instantly, the Mochuan River surged violently, the water being forced upstream by the spiritual power of the Dharma Image. When the battle subsided slightly, it surged back up again.

The entire Qingping Mountain was shaking, as if the earth was collapsing and cracking.

The dragon looked at the hundreds of low-level cultivators, feeling angry but helpless.

"If it weren't for that damned Dragon Slayer who shattered my foundation with a single blow, reducing my strength to less than 30%, you cultivators would have been nothing but ants in my eyes before!"

but……

Its vertical pupils lit up with a bewitching red.

"No destruction, no construction; this is my chance. It's time to unleash this power!"

The dragon hooked its claws toward the void, tearing the space apart, and a soul banner emerged from the black hole.

The soul banner was dark purple, almost black, and floated in the air. As soon as it appeared, countless painful wails came from its surface, and countless souls could be faintly seen struggling within the banner.

"The Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

Xuan Wuchen was immediately shocked.

Soul banners are generally divided into three types: Hundred Soul Banner, Thousand Soul Banner, and Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Among them, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner can hold the most souls and has the greatest power.

Xuan Wuchen was not only shocked that the dragon could produce this item, but also shocked that it had actually refined the Myriad Soul Banner!

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner must imprison the souls of tens of thousands of cultivators within it, and activate the array flags daily to burn their souls, causing them to generate endless resentment. Once the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is unleashed, the resentment will fill a radius of a hundred miles, and that resentment alone is enough to corrode and kill a cultivator in the Qi Refining Realm!

However, once this item is used, there is a great risk that it will backfire on the flag bearer. If the spiritual power poured into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is interrupted, these vengeful spirits will break free of their restraints. At that time, they will not distinguish between friend and foe, and their resentment towards the flag bearer will be even stronger. They will not be easily eliminated without causing a great upheaval.

"I see!"

Xuan Wuchen suddenly recalled an event from four hundred years ago.

"That city in Changkong Immortal Continent was destroyed by you? What a monstrous beast! You killed countless cultivators to forge this Myriad Soul Banner, committing such heinous crimes. No wonder you're being hunted down by powerful cultivators!"

The dragon chuckled foolishly, its enormous head opening and closing, speaking in human language:

"You cultivators, who pride yourselves on being the righteous path, yet you know not how many evil deeds you've committed. Who among you doesn't have a few lives on their hands? It's just a matter of how many you've killed!"

"But this wasn't my initial thought, and there's nowhere to discuss it. Today, let this Myriad Soul Banner and my cultivation level determine the winner!"

As soon as the words fell, it seemed as if countless vengeful spirits surged out from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and attacked the crowd!