Achieving physical sainthood starting from Hunyuan Gong

Chapter 112 This Battle, Mending the Sky

Like a dark cloud descending.

Golden wings, covering the sky and the sun, descended outside Zhennan Pass.

"The feast is over. All sects, please disperse!"

Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu looked around and dispersed the terrified crowd.

"My lord!"

An old man leaped into the air and landed on the platform. "Do you need our assistance? Our Divine Seal Sect is ready to be dispatched at any time!"

Chu Tianshu shook his head and said, "You should go back first. It's not a matter of whether or not you're to be deployed now. Perhaps, there will come a day when you will have no choice but to take up arms."

"this----"

Horror had crept onto everyone's faces.

This roar signifies the return of the peerless demon king who stirred up the world fifty years ago.

No, this overwhelming power is even more terrifying than it was back then.

The words of the Jade Sword Marquis sent chills down their spines even further.

"It seems our battle will have to be put on hold for now."

Chu Tianshu looked at Xiang Xuan, "I have more important matters to attend to now."

Xiang Xuan looked at the demonic clouds on the border and said in a deep voice, "It is much stronger now than it was back then."

Chu Tianshu smiled wryly and said, "That's natural. Not only can they absorb the pure essence of the earth's veins, but they also feed on the entire population of a nation. How can you and I compare?"

Just then, a deafening roar came from afar, like clay shattering, filled with some kind of terrifying groan.

"The great formation has been broken?"

The demon-slaying envoys with the Star Jade Seal were all shaken. The appearance of this hissing sound foreshadowed a terrifying beginning.

Too fast! With just one strike, the great formation was completely breached. Then, a golden figure fell like a meteor into the depths of the Candle Shadow Mountains.

"Return to the Demon Suppression Bureau!"

Chu Tianshu rose into the air, riding the wind, and asked, "Is Sect Leader Xiang coming?"

Xiang Xuan glanced coldly at Song Shen and said, "Out of duty, I, the sect leader, must listen to Lord Chu's arrangements, lest anyone say that my Ziyang Sect, as the leader of the righteous path, is just a figurehead who only knows how to exploit the martial arts world."

Song Shen remained unfazed. These grandmasters were truly undeniable; this Xuanlong Sword Sect master was clearly very dissatisfied with him.

He hadn't gone far when Song Shen could feel the difference in their cultivation levels.

The two grandmasters, Feng Xuyu, were already flying directly through the air, as free and easy as fish swimming in water.

Riding the wind, so graceful and serene.

Riding the right course of Heaven and Earth, and controlling the transformations of the six qi, one can roam freely in the boundless realm.

The realm of a grandmaster unfolded before Song Shen's eyes like a vast world.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived at the Demon Suppression Division's Training Tower.

A series of urgent ringing sounds rang out, instantly echoing throughout the entire Demon Suppression Division.

Named after the building, it hangs atop the Xuntian Tower, cast in iron with a copper core, and its surface is engraved with star patterns from the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Normally silent, but once it rings, it signifies that the Dragon State Demon Suppression Division has entered a state of highest emergency, and all those in purple and white robes who are capable of action must rush to the scene immediately.

As dusk fell, the entire Xuntian Tower was filled with people dressed in purple and white, the elite of the Longzhou Demon Suppression Division.

It's a matter of life and death.

The Heavenly Bell hadn't rung for almost decades, and coupled with the resounding bang that had just ignited in the sky, everyone thought with a heavy heart.

Chu Tianshu's first sentence confirmed this.

"Gentlemen, today may be the last time you meet."

The moment he spoke, the already somber atmosphere intensified once more.

Xiang Xuan said in a deep voice, "Doesn't the garrison commander send a message to the Nine Cauldrons Palace? The Golden-Winged Roc King has returned; no single state can withstand him."

Chu Tianshu smiled bitterly and said, "At the beginning of this year, the Peacock King of the Fire Luo Kingdom invaded the Western Regions, the Iron Barbarians came from the Northern Border, and countries such as Penglai and Fusang, which have long been occupied by demons, have invaded the islands. At this critical moment, the result of asking for help is predictable."

Xiang Xuan coldly added, "Furthermore, the current emperor is indulging in the palace, and the national advisor is seeking immortality and enlightenment. In the two major battles this year, Ji Wuwang intervened twice, but failed to achieve anything against the combined attack of the Iron Barbarians and the Fire Luo Kingdom, and against the Sea Demon Clan. I think he is getting old. This great calamity is not only due to the rise of demons, but also to the self-degradation of our human race."

Song Shen was somewhat surprised to hear this.

In his mind, the people of the Ziyang Sect were always high and mighty, never paying attention to the people below the mountain. However, Xiang Xuan of the Xuanlong Sword Sect in front of him was clearly very familiar with everything that happened in Dayong and was paying close attention, rather than being indifferent.

There are differences between masters.

The Demon Suppression Division members present remained silent, speechless.

These things had actually been discussed privately by everyone, but only someone like Xiang Xuan had the audacity to bring them up in public.

Chu Tianshu could only respond with a wry smile, "You have also insulted our late master. It seems that a battle between us is inevitable."

Xiang Xuan's expression remained unchanged; he spoke as swiftly and decisively as drawing a sword.

"Your martial uncle is not just a grandmaster of a holy land, but also the great grandmaster who protects the nation of Dayong. He is far more righteous than so-called leaders of the righteous path in the martial arts world like us."

"Let's talk about the next steps."

Chu Tianshu had no taboos in his life, but he had great respect for this senior uncle and could not utter a single word of dissent.

Xiang Xuan said, "Your plan should include me, otherwise the destruction of Longzhou would be imminent."

Chu Tianshu remained silent for a long time before looking at Song Shen: "After this matter, you must apologize to the Ziyang Sect."

Facing this newly emerging prodigy, the people present were not very familiar with him, but they generally kept their distance with respect.

Song Shen grinned and said, "In the past, I only talked about Yao Ri Peak. I had actually heard of the Xuanlong Sword Sect long ago."

Xiang Xuan said rather jokingly, "Oh? I'd like to hear the details."

Song Shen said, "Did Xiang Jianzong go to Feilong Mountain in Xinyu City several decades ago? Did he kill a snake demon and a rat demon there?"

"Now that you mention it—it seems I vaguely remember." A thoughtful look appeared in Xiang Xuan's eyes. "I remember now. I had just broken through to the Innate Realm and soon after entering the mountain, I sensed a powerful demon within."

"So you backed down?" Song Shen continued.

Xiang Xuan said calmly, "Why should I retreat to such a minor demon? It's just that it infiltrated and hid beneath the earth's veins, and I happened to have something to do, so I let it go."

Chu Tianshu coughed and said, "I think I remember now, wasn't it the year your grandfather passed away? Forget it, kid, that's enough. I've already given you enough face. He never explains what he does. Song Shen, you've got the answer."

Regardless, when facing a grandmaster, Song Shen ultimately displayed the humility and open-mindedness he was expected to show.

"Once this matter is settled, I will apologize to Sect Leader Xiang in front of the entire Longzhou martial arts community, provided that you prove I was wrong."

Xiang Xuan glared at Song Shen: "Be glad you're dressed in white, otherwise you'd be a corpse by now."

Song Shen believed he was completely right, so he stopped arguing.

To be honest, the dignity of a grandmaster must never be dishonored, and even if he tries his best now, he cannot defeat him.

Moreover, he had already made a grand statement in front of the world, which was impressive enough, so it was only natural that the other party was not happy.

Moreover, the Dao Fruit obtained from killing Feng Jianqiu is already in the Dao Fruit inventory.

[Achieved the Essence Dao Fruit: Feng Jianqiu (479 years)]

Among those present, someone asked, "Lord Marquis, now that Jinpeng has returned, may we allow ourselves to settle our family affairs before heading to the front lines?"

The memories from fifty years ago have not been lost; everyone remembers what happened back then.

This battle will undoubtedly be extremely fierce.

"Alright." Chu Tianshu nodded. "I will arrange for your families to be relocated out of Longzhou to settle them, so that you will have no worries about the future."

"You are all serving the country, and we must not shed blood and tears."

"Next, I will make the final arrangements."

Shan State, bordered by the Western Sea to the south and the vast Huan Gu Forest to the north, is a region that has been lush and verdant since ancient times, resembling a labyrinth, hence the name Huan Gu Forest.

What is the country on the other side of the forest like?

Apart from a few narrow paths that are barely passable, only the swift birds flying back and forth can deliver messages.

Among the few messages that can be communicated, the words left by history all tell of the peace and friendship of the people there.

Today, from south to north, all 182 cities in Shan State have had their original names and meanings completely erased and have been reorganized into groups numbered one to one hundred and eighty-two.

Each city has a group of shepherds who are responsible for the regular management of these people's pens, controlling their numbers to prevent them from expanding and consuming too many resources.

To impart martial arts skills, so as to ensure that one's essence and blood are abundant and to guarantee quality.

Ensure the technology is in place, and ensure that even demons can live like human nobles.

From this perspective, the Golden-Winged Roc King divided all the races under his kingdom's demon people into:

The Holy Feather People are descendants of the founding heroes of the Holy Feather Divine Kingdom established by the Golden-Winged Roc King in Shan State. They are a race with pure, ancient blood flowing in their veins and are the backbone of the empire.

The "Management People" are powerful demons that have risen in Shan State. They are responsible for leading the beast tides, managing human communities, guarding passes, and suppressing rebellions.

Those who are henchmen are among the very few who gain the favor of the Demon King, and are human warriors who are driven by the Demon King.

Shepherd: Although human, he has demonic blood and assists the master in managing the human circle during times of peace.

Craftsmen: Responsible for various technical tasks such as forging, document processing, recording, repair, weaving, brewing, construction, and all other technical matters that maintain the daily operation of the Holy Feather Divine Court.

Blood-Eating People: Powerful humans who have studied martial arts since childhood, producing standard quotas of essence blood, laborers, and sacrifices. Those who do not meet the standards will have their resources reduced until they do. Of course, those who are extremely powerful may also be chosen as the king's minions.

Bait: Disposable consumable.

Wild People: They are not domesticated, not numbered, and not recorded. They are powerful and live in the mountains in the northern corner of the divine kingdom. Their existence is for the hunting and military exercises of demon nobles.

In the past hundred years, this system has sprung up in Shan State and is already in full operation on the land called the Holy Feather Kingdom, which was rebuilt by the arrival of the Great Garuda from the north.

Now, their royal court is indestructible!

Even the humans in the human community have become accustomed to all of this, making shepherds loyal to their duties, craftsmen toiling day and night without fatigue, and people unaware that blood food is blood food and bait is bait.

Each performs their own duties.

It's perfect.

Even during the ancient times when demons and monsters roamed the human world, no empire had ever been as perfect as this.

The Golden-Winged Roc King will surely be recorded in history.

Before this expedition, the Golden-Winged Roc King left his crown prince to oversee the country and took stock of the demons under his command. Apart from himself, a demon king at the Great Perfection of the King level, there were still three kings under his command: Xiang Liu, Zhu Yin, and Fei Yi, as well as twelve demon lords. The other reinforcements from within the divine kingdom were preparing to set off!

Before the formation, the Great Roc King's wings covered the sky. Amidst the churning demonic mist, boundless divine power condensed, and his endless wings transformed into a rain of blood-red energy that poured down.

"Laughable humans, trying to stop me with this kind of formation."

The massive formation instantly turned to dust.

The Great Roc King had a cold smile on his lips.

King Xiangliu exhaled demonic mist from between his ferocious fangs. "Your Majesty, we must hurry, or we risk being beaten to it by that peacock or those creatures from the grasslands. We'll be in trouble."

The most rational of them all, the Fei Yi King, said, "Your Majesty, the rear of my Holy Feather Divine Kingdom is vulnerable. Could it be coveted by other powerful figures?"

Xiang Liu coldly replied, "Right now, everyone is dividing up the land of the Nine Provinces. Who would dare to covet the land of my Holy Feather Kingdom? With Your Majesty here, what demon in the world could not be terrified?"

In fact, the overlords of the sea are also stirring, for there are indeed powerful forces in the world.

In the Western Sea adjacent to the Holy Feather Divine Kingdom, the ancient overlord Yanzigu is reviving. This overlord of the sea is one of the longest-lived demons, and the damage caused to him by the human's mountain-sealing and demon-slaying campaign was the least.

King Dapeng was not worried at all; his confidence surpassed everything.

"With my son holding the rear, what is there to fear even if that king from the sea comes ashore?"

King Dapeng valued this son highly.

Although the demon race is naturally powerful, it is extremely difficult for them to grow up. This offspring of his is the only one who has been able to grow up in the past thousand years. Therefore, he spent countless efforts to finally become king.

Thousands of years ago, he appeared in human religious texts. As the most powerful warrior under the ancient saint Zhulong, he survived Zhulong's death with great speed. Not only did he not die, but he also spent very little time in slumber and soon established great achievements in the south.

The war fifty years ago was just a small part of the battle.

Fifty years is a long time for the poor and weak, but for him it was just a long sleep!

Thinking of this, the Great Roc King said emotionally to the son of the Candle Dragon, "Zhuyin, we have finally returned. Your father died on this plateau, and the mountains that his body transformed into are still lush and green. It is time for revenge."

The son of the Candle Dragon stepped forward from the crowd, his dragon horns on his head were incomparably majestic, his eyes were as deep as the sea and about twelve feet long, he was dressed in dragon robes, and his body beneath the dragon scales was filled with explosive power.

Although the old demon, Saint Zhulong, died, his son survived and inherited Zhulong's powerful bloodline and name.

The glory of the past has not been forgotten.

Gazing at the Zhuyin Mountains, which his father had transformed into, the son of Zhulong's eyes were filled with complex and profound emotions.

Centuries have passed; "it's time for humanity to experience pain."

The kings under their command gathered above the demon clouds, and the vast demon army marched through the ancient forest path. The human world was right before their eyes.

"Zhuyin! Head towards Moonsea City."

"Here you go!"

"Xiang Liu! Head towards Ganlin City."

"Here you go!"

"Feiyi! Head towards Taiyun City!"

"Here you go!"

The fortress defense line centered on Zhennan Pass was divided among the three kings, with the remaining demon lords following closely behind.

"Smash it!!"

Golden wings soared into the sky, and with one foot, it stomped down on the fortress standing atop the mountains. Its power stirred up the swirling clouds, transforming them into a giant footprint that stomped down from the sky.

boom!!!!!

The magnificent Zhennanguan Pass collapsed and vanished without a sound.

Having done all this, the Sky-Piercing Wings rose from the ground, soaring straight up into the clouds, heading towards the depths of the Candle Shadow Mountains.

"Ah! This aura of a saint!"

King Dapeng was completely captivated.

If it weren't for that powerful human, the land of Kyushu would already be a world of demons and monsters!

At the end of the Taikang era, three sages were born at the same time. The ancient sage Zhulong rose to prominence in the land of Yunmeng, the Gu Diao dominated the wilderness of Shouhua, and the Qiongqi roamed the wilderness of Jizhou. Although no demon emperor had yet appeared, the golden age of demons was about to arrive.

As a result, that terrifying human suddenly appeared.

Powerful to the point of being terrifying, powerful to the point of being hopeless, powerful to the point of being terrifying, it reminded all the demons of the ancient calamity. The Candle Dragon, which had made him feel invincible, was slaughtered like a dog in front of this human, fled, and was finally beheaded in Longzhou.

Unfortunately, humanity has never been accepted by this world. No matter how strong humanity is, it will eventually grow old, and now the vast empire it left behind is decaying and dilapidated.

In the Golden Palace, singing and dancing filled the air, and the officials, all dressed in their finest robes, seemed oblivious to the sounds of battle raging from all directions, sliding step by step into the abyss in a life of decadence and debauchery.

Now is the time when humanity is at its weakest!

The Golden-Winged Roc's figure slowly shrank, leaving a golden tail flame in the air before descending upon the mountain range.

Just then, two sword lights, like two mountain peaks, rose slowly in the east, their imposing aura pressing down.

In an instant, the rain of swords transformed into a storm that roared and swept across the sky, causing the entire Zhuyin Mountain Range to shake!

Thousands of powerful raindrops collided, clashed, and exploded in the air, transforming into thunder and flames that rained down within a radius of several kilometers.

"Humans! You are very strong! But I don't have time to fight you right now."

Dapeng sneered and descended from the Zhuyin Mountain Range, the dragon bones beneath his feet seemingly burning hot.

Chu Tianshu and Xiang Xuan were both surprised. The demon's ability to unleash such demonic power with a wave of his hand far exceeded their expectations.

"What exactly does this demon king want to do?"

Both powerful figures were utterly shocked.

"Chase!"

The two pursued on their swords, but the golden light on the ground instantly seeped into the vast earth and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Aura Observation Technique, activated!"

Chu Tianshu used his method of observing the mountain's energy to his advantage, and was immediately shocked.

"This aura—"

With this master-level aura-gazing technique, a terrifying scene unfolded before my eyes.

At this moment, the Zhuyin Mountain Range beneath our feet resembled an ocean of demonic energy, surging with a chilling red light.

"Hasn't that old dragon's blood run dry yet?"

Xiang Xuan was also shocked. Although he did not have the ability to observe qi, he had already sensed this terrifying blood aura by relying on his sword heart's clarity.

Underground, the Golden-Winged Roc King slowly descended along the earth's vein corridor.

Amidst the intricate flow of the river, his figure moved with lightning speed, and in the blink of an eye, the core of the mountain range formed from the corpse of the ancient saint was right before his eyes.

"Boss Zhulong, I know you're not dead yet."

In the still, silent center of the river, the earth's energy, like a deep, boundless pool, gathers before your eyes.

Thump, thump, thump—a faint heartbeat appeared on the earth, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, yet it did not escape the notice of the Roc King.

"Now, I'm approaching the level you were at back then. I know you're waiting for your chance to rise again, but in this era of great strife,..."

There's no time left.

The demonic energy around them began to surge.

"Humanity is disintegrating."

"The strong are making a comeback."

"The demon court you once envisioned, I have already established."

The Peng King spoke in a low voice, almost like a murmur, and the pulse at the bottom of the pool seemed to resonate in harmony.

In the silence, "Perhaps, in the next cycle of reincarnation, you will be able to return as you wish, relying on the power of the earth."

"But I need your strength now to take that step!"

"I think you'll understand me. Let's unite our thoughts!"

A large hand reached into the bottom of the pool. At the same time, the pulse of the earth seemed to resign itself to its fate and stopped beating. In the roaring silence, the pool of water formed from the earth's vein energy gushed forth a vivid red.

The intense demonic energy, almost boiling and scorching with poisonous blood, seeped out and gushed out in springs hundreds of kilometers away, flowing down the mountainside.

"This is your Candle Dragon Heart—"

Five hundred years after Zhulong's death, his last drop of essence blood was hidden in the earth's veins, and the Zhulong Heart, which grew from it, is now held in the palm of the Great Roc King. The blood-soaked web of the mountain, having lost its demonic heart, has gone completely berserk, and the water stained with demonic blood surges everywhere along the hidden channels. "A trace of a saint's aura still remains; let it be used by me!"

Grab it in one go, and refine it instantly!

On this day, poisonous fire erupted from the earth, and calamities descended from the sky.

A terrifyingly powerful wave of demonic energy surged through the Zhuyin Mountains. The last drop of the Zhulong Demon Saint's essence blood vanished from the mortal realm, and the earth's veins and waters, polluted by the demonic energy, rose in layers. The immense calamity caused by the complete annihilation of this demon saint was as terrifying as the monstrous catastrophes described in ancient books.

The underground river formed by the condensation of the demon's heart is polluted by the blazing demonic blood. Once it loses its core, the terrifying calamities formed by the remaining poisons will be unbearable for ordinary strong people.

Amidst the overwhelming shockwaves, the two swordsmen wore solemn expressions.

"Tianqing Town South Gate has been reached."

Xiang Xuan remained silent, looking back at Ziyang Peak, wondering if anything would remain after today.

However, when the nest is overturned, no egg remains intact. If this demon runs rampant, Longzhou will also perish, and what will become of a sect's territory?

Chu Tianshu's giant sword spun and darted through the air before finally landing in his palm.

Two sword lights stood alone amidst the white clouds in the sky.

Birds and beasts howled mournfully, and the rocks were stained with the color of blood.

But the sound of human voices could be heard.

What are the chances of winning?

Xiang Xuan's gaze was deep and unfathomable.

Chu Tianshu grinned.

"With lofty aspirations and the willingness to sacrifice, we dare to change the world. When faced with tasks that must be done, I never ask about the outcome. Success or failure, what difference does it make?"

His gaze fell upon the surging flames, and a golden figure slowly emerged from the ground.

"As the garrison commander of Longzhou, if the earth collapses, I will fill it in; if the sky falls, I will mend it!"

"Mending the heavens!" Xiang Xuan's lips curled into a smile. "This is a feat worthy of a sage! Even the founding ancestor of my Ziyang Sect dared not speak of mending the heavens! This is indeed a great merit and a great righteousness. My sword heart is boiling."

Now, with the earth's veins collapsing and the giant demon descending from the sky, what else could their actions be but mending the heavens?

Chu Tianshu chuckled and said, "That kid also said that your Ziyang Sect only knows how to be high and mighty and has done nothing for the human race. It seems that what he said was untrue. Having known you for so many years, I know that you have long harbored murderous intent. Is it because of my relationship that you have not dared to act rashly?"

Xuanlong Sword Sect said calmly, "If I want to kill, why should I care about other people's feelings? Today, the world is in chaos, and people are struggling under the corrupt sects, imperial power, and aristocratic families. The vicious demons are determined to exterminate our human race. This boy is indeed a rare genius among the human race. Although I don't know when he will die because of his arrogance, I want to spare his life for now."

Chu Tianshu remained silent for a long time.

"If he manages to get out of here alive, I will make him go to the Ziyang Sect to apologize and atone to the world! Otherwise, I will execute him without mercy!"

Xuanlong Xiangxuan shook his head and said, "If an apology is needed, I have my own methods. Why do you need to force me?"

"In human politics, victory and defeat are easy to predict, but morality is hard to define. The only thing I care about is the battle that we have been looking forward to since we were young, and today is the perfect moment."

"This is not only a battle for us to mend the heavens, but also a battle for who has a more resolute sword heart and who has a stronger sword path."

Jade Sword Marquis Chu Tianshu, with a solemn expression, nodded and said, "Very well! If either of us survives, we should continue to fight for the human race! Never retreat!"

"Okay! Let's high-five and make an oath!"

The sound of the crackling echoed for a long time.

Mountains, wind, and thunder are all insignificant.

Perhaps only Heaven and Earth can bear witness to this oath.

The next second, two sword beams that shook the heavens and earth simultaneously shot towards the towering figure with unstoppable force!