Chapter 440: Fallen Demon (Please subscribe)
Chapter 440: Fallen Demon (Please subscribe)
Kyushu World.
Tens of thousands of miles away from the previous battlefield.
The void rippled, and then the palm-sized Second Primordial Spirit peeked out cautiously and drilled forth.
‘As expected, the main body is truly merciless. . . After feeding me a ‘Nourishing Nascent Soul Pill’, it sent me here to risk my life. . . ’
The Second Primordial Spirit grumbled internally, immediately casting an earth-burrowing technique, drilling into the earth. Then, it formed a hand seal and continuously cast teleportation spells.
Swish! Swish!
Phantoms appeared one after another deep underground, and risking severe damage to its vital energy, it continuously used teleportation spells. In just a few moments, Fang Xi was already ten thousand miles away from his original point of descent.
‘Hidden Demon Secret Art! ’
Several hours later, deep underground.
The Second Primordial Spirit sat cross-legged and barely let out a sigh of relief: "The first hurdle is overcome. . . Next, I need to find a low-strength native of this world. . ."
The city where he had previously landed felt as though it had been abandoned for many years, and much of its information was outdated.
Now, Fang Xi urgently wanted to find a suitable person to understand the situation.
Moreover, operating in the outside world with a Nascent Soul body still consumed a great deal of energy.
‘Still, I can't rush things, preserving myself comes first. ’
...
Half a month later.
Fang Xi gazed at a city enveloped by a formation not far away, a trace of joy finally flickered across his small face: "I finally found it. . ."
The city before him was a human stronghold he had finally found after constantly teleporting and investigating.
Unfortunately, this city was constantly shrouded by a formation of at least Fourth-order, its scope even encompassing several thousand square kilometers, firmly protecting the entire city within, with only a few specific gateways for entry and exit.
After discovering this, Fang Xi did not rashly try to break through the formation, but silently waited for an opportunity.
The night wind was chillingly cold. . .
"The moonlight of this world is also a bit different. . ."
Through a crack in the ground, Fang Xi looked up at the starry sky and saw a moon emitting a bewitching purple glow.
Not only that, around the moon, there was also a satellite-like halo of rings.
Debris occasionally fell, transforming into meteors streaking across the firmament. . .
"No, that doesn't seem to be a meteor!"
Having seen countless meteors at night, Fang Xi, on this day, finally saw a meteor "falling" towards his area.
But when the "meteor," entirely engulfed in flames, broke through the atmosphere and descended, he knew he had been mistaken.
That was no "meteor"; it was a spirit ship!
The entire vessel was crafted from a type of black rock, its prow adorned with a ferocious demonic idol, and it was entirely enveloped by a black halo, which was very familiar to Fang Xi.
"A demonic artifact with a very pure bloodline! " Fang Xi secretly commented, "No. . . this bloody and cruel style seems to be even beyond ordinary demonic paths. . ."
Bang!
At this moment, that demonic flying boat, with flames spewing from its stern, crashed into a small hill tens of miles away.
Dozens of figures flew out from within, the lowest among them at the Core Formation level.
Once his Divine Consciousness clearly perceived their appearance, Fang Xi's heart jolted with even greater shock: "Ancient Demon Race? !"
Among these dozens of figures, the males were clad in black armor, with ferocious countenances, and black horns protruding from their heads.
The females possessed beautiful features, tall and slender figures, and streaks of purple patterns on their skin.
They were surprisingly similar to the "Ancient Demon Race" described in an ancient text Fang Xi had once read!
‘According to legend, within the Earthly Immortal World, the Human Race, Yao Race, and Demon Race have always been mortal enemies. . . And among the high-level cultivators of these three races, thirty to forty percent ascended from lower realms as Soul Transformation cultivators. . . Therefore, the lower realms often engage in mutual conquest. . . to seize control of myriad worlds and contend for their race's destiny. ’
‘The Kyushu World should also be a world ruled by the Human Race, but now it's facing a Demon Race invasion? ’
‘My luck is simply something else. . . The Southern Barrens had the Yao Race, and the new world has the Demon Race. . . ’
At this moment, the leading Nascent Soul Demon seemed to sense Fang Xi's Divine Consciousness, and its gaze chillingly swept over.
Seeing this, Fang Xi immediately composed himself and shifted his gaze away.
‘Damn it, am I about to be discovered? ’
Just as Fang Xi was preparing to continue casting teleportation spells to escape, the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi suddenly began to fluctuate violently once more.
Boom!
The next moment, another "Sky-Patrolling Warship" tore through the atmosphere and descended, its front cannons gaping open, and streaks of Two Modes Primordial Chaos Divine Light swept across.
The Nascent Soul Demon roared, muttering a few words in ancient demonic tongue, and several Nascent Soul Demons confronted the Sky-Patrolling Warship, while the remaining Third-order demons scattered and fled.
Within the nearby city, the formation suddenly opened a crack, and cultivators, each wielding various magical treasures, formed an army and likewise charged out. . .
For a moment, demonic light intertwined with various artifacts and magical treasures, and the battlefield plunged into chaos.
Fang Xi concealed himself and quietly drew closer to observe the battle. He saw a young Foundation Establishment cultivator point at an iron box on his back, and drones flew out one after another, transforming into a sky full of lightning.
Shaoyang Divine Lightning, Shaoyin Divine Lightning, Gengjin Divine Lightning, Binghuo Divine Lightning. . .
Endless bolts of lightning rained down, actually causing even a Third-order demon to become somewhat dazed from the explosions. . .
"This is. . . a formation formed by drone-laid mines? " Fang Xi glanced at it, secretly commenting: "Although the lightning art's power is average, when combined with the formation and a few late-stage Foundation Establishment helpers. . . it's not impossible to fight a Third-order demon. At the very least, delaying them won't be an issue. It's truly not bad. . ."
According to records from the cultivation world, the Ancient Demon Race is ferocious and skilled in battle. If an early-stage Core Formation cultivator encountered an Ancient Demon of similar cultivation, they would most likely flee in disarray.
‘The cultivators of this world, relying on the external power of mechanisms and puppets, truly possess impressive combat strength. . . ’
Fang Xi sighed with emotion, and then saw brilliant light exploding in the sky, innumerable Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi in chaos, forming a massive vortex.
From atop that incomparably massive Sky-Patrolling Warship, a sharp ray of light shot out, transforming into a female True Monarch with a cold, stern face, clad in a crimson-gold phoenix palace gown.
This woman's cultivation was far deeper than that of the sword cultivator from before. With a wave of her hand, that Sky-Patrolling Warship seemed like her own spiritual treasure, as countless hatches opened, and mechanical puppets such as 'Yellow Turban Strongmen' and 'Flying Sky Puppets' flew out one after another, forming various formations, to resist a Nascent Soul Ancient Demon.
Then, several more ammunition bays opened, and clusters of Two Modes Divine Lightning, Primordial Chaos Divine Lightning, and Five Elements Divine Lightning appeared, transforming into a lightning purgatory, trapping another Ancient Demon.
With this woman's cultivation, and the Sky-Patrolling Warship, she was astonishingly able to contend with several Ancient Demons of the same realm.
"It's True Monarch Yun Ding!"
"True Monarch Yun Ding is a top-tier 'Ship Commander', victory is assured this time!"
A Foundation Establishment cultivator exclaimed with joy.
The next moment, that person's joy turned to sorrow.
Boom!
A Nascent Soul Ancient Demon seemed to realize the formidable power of True Monarch Yun Ding controlling the Sky-Patrolling Warship. It ferociously chanted a few ancient and mournful demonic incantations, and then streaks of crimson appeared on its body, before it suddenly self-detonated. . .
The self-detonation of a Nascent Soul Ancient Demon directly tore apart most of the mechanical puppets and the lightning purgatory.
Even True Monarch Yun Ding had to temporarily avoid its sharp edge, causing the Sky-Patrolling Warship 'Yun Ding' to unleash a clear light, as if dividing two realms, completely shielding herself within, to avoid being harmed by the demonic flames produced by the Ancient Demon's explosion.
Puff! Puff!
Streaks of dark flames rained down on the battlefield like a meteor shower. Whether Ancient Demons or Human Race cultivators, even a slight touch would pierce through their protective spiritual shields, and they would turn into ash before they could even cry out.
The remaining human cultivators didn't even bat an eyelid, continuing to hunt down Ancient Demons.
Such was the cruelty of a racial war!
...
Finally, with the support of another Sky-Patrolling Warship that arrived, True Monarch Yun Ding continuously unleashed astonishing divine abilities, using the 'Primordial Chaos Demon Annihilation Cannon' to slay the last Nascent Soul Ancient Demon, thus completely stabilizing the battle situation.
Dawn was breaking.
Figures landed wearily one after another, beginning to swallow pills, restore their magic power, and cleanse the demonic qi from their bodies. . .
Jing Zian was setting up a formation.
The Ancient Demon Race's magic power, flesh, bone, and blood all contained strong demonic qi, which was extremely unfriendly to cultivators, easily contaminating their True Yuan and magic power.
Even if it didn't contaminate their magic power, long-term exposure to it would also increase the probability of succumbing to demonization.
This was a lesson learned from the blood and tears of countless cultivators.
Therefore, after battling demons, the first thing to do was to cleanse the demonic qi!
He wore a sci-fi-looking monocle, downloaded a 'Demon-Exterminating Dao-Protecting Array' from the 'virtual network' that covered the entire Kyushu Continent, and sent the design schematics to the nanorobots he controlled.
Soon, from his 'sub-dimensional pocket', a burst of silver light flew out.
This light landed on the ground, rapidly eroding the existing marks, and imprinting complete array patterns one section at a time.
"The third-generation nanorobots from Dema Technology are truly effective. . . It's just a pity that the final step still requires us cultivators to 'enlighten the spirit' of the array, otherwise, it would be a form without substance, merely a dead formation! Sigh. . . it's also thanks to this, otherwise, a dignified Core Formation True Person like myself might well be optimized out of a job. . ."
Jing Zian muttered, forming a hand seal, and a stream of earth-attribute spiritual energy injected into the formation, piercing through the final point of all the major array patterns.
Buzz!
Streaks of spiritual light flickered, then suddenly transformed into a misty rain that fell, carrying various functions such as calming the mind, dispelling demons, and healing. Most of the cultivators present opened their arms, feeling the baptism of the formation, and the redness in their eyes seemed to dissipate considerably. . .
Seeing this scene, a faint smile appeared on Jing Zian's face.
In his early years, he had been gravely wounded in a battle against Ancient Demons. Now, one of his thighs and an arm were prosthetics. While his bodily injuries could be salvaged, the injuries to his Golden Core and Divine Soul had no good solution, or rather, the treatment costs were too exorbitant, and he had already given up hope of advancing to the Nascent Soul realm.
Now, besides fighting for the Human Race of Kyushu, his only thought was for his part-time 'Formation Master' job not to be optimized away, so he could receive a high monthly salary to subsidize his household. . .
"Alright, the demonic disaster here has been eliminated. You may all return now."
With a flash of white light, True Monarch Yun Ding returned to the Sky-Patrolling Warship, also named 'Yun Ding' after her Daoist title, and directly soared into the sky.
"We respectfully send off True Monarch Yun Ding!"
Jing Zian quickly followed the crowd of cultivators, bowing in salute.
Most of the Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Kyushu Continent had to patrol the Nine Heavens above, forming the most crucial 'Taiyin Defense Line', and only during outbreaks of demonic disaster would they descend precisely.
Jing Zian was used to this, but felt a little regretful: "Sigh. . . my wife used to be a fan of True Monarch Yun Ding back then, but unfortunately, she never dared to go up and ask for an autograph. . ."
What he did not notice was that, within his body, in his Sea of Consciousness, an uninvited guest had appeared at some unknown point. . .
‘I have to admit, my rash use of the Nascent Soul Possession technique this time indeed had an element of gambling, but thankfully, I won. . . ’
Amidst the chaotic battle, he found an opportunity, and randomly chose a Core Formation cultivator who had been struck into the ground to possess.
He was betting that his secret art wouldn't be discovered!
If it were discovered, then he would only be able to teleport away to escape, and then call upon his main body to retrieve him. . .
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