I Shall Be Everlasting In the World of Immortals
Chapter 438: Unprecedented Wealth, Frontal Battlefield

Chapter 438: Unprecedented Wealth, Frontal Battlefield

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"It's the Unseen Gate-"

The moment the Shadow Blade struck, True Monarch Cyanwood's scalp went numb, his heart thumping wildly as he sensed a crisis of death.

Turtle Lan was shameless, completely without martial virtue, actually playing dirty outside the battlefield!

There was no time for him to feel anger or confusion:

How could a killer from the Unseen Gate choose to help Lan Chang'an?

In this moment of life and death, True Monarch Cyanwood couldn't afford to maintain the Azure Profound Sword Formation; he hastily withdrew his mana to protect himself and save his life.

Almost at the same instant across from him, Lan Chang'an's eyes burst forth with brilliant divine light; his soul force surged dramatically, radiating a terrifying pressure.

The fluctuation of his spiritual sense instantly climbed to the peak of the Nascent Soul mid-stage, and even stronger!

Before cultivating the Thousand Machines Divine Transformation Art, under the enhancement of his fourth life's descent, Lan Chang'an's soul force was already comparable to the peak of Nascent Soul mid-stage.

The sixth layer of the Thousand Machines Divine Transformation Art brought a small enhancement, not the qualitative leap of the seventh layer, but his spiritual sense became stronger, more condensed, and subtly more refined.

Under the unprecedentedly powerful augmentation of his soul force, Lan Chang'an unleashed a long-prepared strike, the Barbed Arrow.

The shrill screech of metal tearing through the air, piercing the soul dimension, arrived at True Monarch Cyanwood almost simultaneously with the Shadow Blade.

The flow of the material world seemed to freeze.

Not far away, the clash between Lord Earthrock and the fourth-rank Peng Bird slowed into a sluggish motion.

Whoosh-slice—

A shadow of a long sharp arrow flashed across the void, vanishing in a blink; even a Nascent Soul-level spiritual sense could only catch a fleeting glimpse, unclear and blurry.

"A soul attacking magical treasure-"

True Monarch Cyanwood's hair stood on end; a chill filled his heart.

The tip of the arrow flickered with a dark golden gleam, carrying an aura so fearsome it could annihilate ghosts and gods, almost transcending the material realm and stabbing straight at his Nascent Soul consciousness.

Tsssh!

The Shadow Blade from behind had already cut through his green robe, revealing a dark blue scale armor underneath.

Faced with deadly threats from both front and back, True Monarch Cyanwood could hardly defend properly; the hastily mobilized mana could not block them both completely.

He had to make a choice.

"Block—"

Within his body, the cyan Nascent Soul burst forth with spiritual light.

The Nascent Soul miniature figure formed a hand seal, and a skull-shaped mask emerged on its face, wreathed in a cold grayish-white flame, actively confronting the long-nailed arrow shadow.

Crack!

Large cracks spread across the skull mask; the grayish-white flames extinguished.

It barely managed to block the nailed head arrow, preventing it from directly piercing the Nascent Soul spiritual body.

Boom!

The explosion of the arrow shadow's eerie light caused the Nascent Soul miniature figure to grunt, its face paling.

Its consciousness throbbed with searing pain, almost falling into momentary dizziness.

At the same time the Nascent Soul was injured, True Monarch Cyanwood’s physical body was struck directly by the Shadow Blade from behind.

Beneath the shattered green robe, the Dragon Scale Armor lit up with a faint layer of draconic scale membrane, covering True Monarch Cyanwood's entire body.

Due to the rushed defense and the disruption of his consciousness, the immensely powerful Dragon Scale Armor could only activate about half its strength.

Splurt!

The draconic membrane was slashed open by the Shadow Blade, and blood sprayed.

An ear and part of his scalp and skull were sliced clean off.

"Hiss..."

True Monarch Cyanwood let out a painful grunt, staggering backward; at the last moment, he had barely managed to tilt his head slightly.

If not for the buffering effect brought by the Dragon Scale Armor, his head would have been split open.

One could say he had walked through the gates of hell.

The fourth-rank poison on the wound began to take effect, but fortunately, his Evergreen Technique's exceptional detoxification abilities managed to suppress it.

...

"Sure enough, he has a soul-path treasure!"

Lan Chang'an sighed inwardly.

The near-perfect pincer attack had only barely left True Monarch Cyanwood clinging to life.

One had to admit, this man's foundations were profound, his ability to protect himself far exceeded imagination.

Compared to Lan Chang'an's amazement, True Monarch Cyanwood's heart was even more shaken.

Both his Nascent Soul and physical body had been wounded. Sensing the terrifying soul-pressure radiating from Lan Chang'an, his heart pounded wildly with fear.

"How can someone at mere early-stage Nascent Soul possess such overwhelming soul power?"

True Monarch Cyanwood could hardly believe it.

At this moment, the soul force Lan Chang'an possessed was comparable to the leaders of the Xuan Sect and the Demonic Path, perhaps second only to a Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

True Monarch Cyanwood's own spiritual sense was strong, comparable to mid-stage Nascent Soul, and even possessing a soul-path treasure, he still hadn't been able to fully block it.

"Lan Chang'an, who on earth are you-"

True Monarch Cyanwood wiped away the blood, soothing the wounds of his Nascent Soul, strong suspicion rising about Lan Chang'an's true identity.

Not only him, even True Monarch Jue Ying hidden within the shadows in the distance showed an expression of deep doubt.

"Who am I?"

Lan Chang'an’s gaze was profound and far-reaching, his hands clasped behind his back. His demeanor carried an ancient, lofty air, his long hair stirring lightly with strands of silver.

The floating dust around them seemed to freeze, as a tremendous pressure dominated the entire battlefield.

"I have traversed endless cycles of reincarnation, a being not belonging to this era..."

The several Nascent Soul combatants present, True Monarch Cyanwood, True Monarch Jue Ying, the Peng Bird and the Earth Burrowing Rat, and Yi-Wood Clone fell into a brief silence.

They all gazed up at that towering, mysterious figure, awaiting the revelation of the truth.

Thunk!

Lan Chang'an's voice abruptly stopped.

From within his sleeve, hidden behind his back, the palm he had concealed was secretly condensing a second Barbed Arrow, which he suddenly unleashed toward True Monarch Cyanwood without warning.

Heaven and earth shook, light and shadow shifting drastically.

This was the strongest Barbed Arrow Lan Chang'an had ever nurtured, one he had never before used, its power several times greater.

"I fell for it! Another sneak attack..."

True Monarch Cyanwood's face turned ashen.

He had originally hoped to seize a brief moment to catch his breath, stabilize the injuries to his head and Nascent Soul, and then find a chance to escape.

Lan Chang'an’s prior display of profound mystery had made him wary and suspicious, yet also inevitably curious, drawing his attention.

Who would have thought that the very next moment, Lan Chang'an would launch a sneak attack without the slightest regard for the bearing of a great power!

Whoosh-slice!

The shadow of the long arrow seemed to freeze time and space, tearing through the void so fast that no physical body could hope to dodge.

True Monarch Cyanwood was scared out of his wits, overwhelmed by deep despair and sheer terror.

With his soul-path treasure damaged and his Nascent Soul wounded, he knew he could never block this strike.

There was no time even to think, the nightmare-like arrow shadow once again pierced into True Monarch Cyanwood’s body.

The cyan Nascent Soul gritted its teeth fiercely, forcibly splitting off a Nascent Soul shadow that fused with the skull mask, barely managing to block the arrow for an instant.

Crack! Boom!

The skull mask and the Nascent Soul shadow shattered in quick succession.

The piercing metallic shriek and the terrifying soul-destroying force stabbed into the cyan Nascent Soul, making its consciousness chaotic and disoriented.

While bearing the soul-level shockwave, the pale-faced cyan Nascent Soul stabilized its mind, and quickly formed a hand seal with both hands.

Swish!

The Nascent Soul miniature figure flickered and vanished from within the body.

At the same moment, the freshly repaired dragon-scale membrane on True Monarch Cyanwood’s physical body was slashed open head-on by the returning Shadow Blade.

Splurt!

The glowing edge of the blade cut across his neck, and True Monarch Cyanwood’s head was sent flying several meters into the air, blood gushing like a fountain.

His wide-open eyes were frozen in an expression of terror and unwillingness.

Lan Chang'an’s Barbed Arrow, combined with True Monarch Jue Ying’s vicious stabbing, was simply impossible to defend against.

...

The moment the cyan Nascent Soul fled into the sky, a cold bird cry sounded behind him.

"That's-"

The cyan Nascent Soul’s heart trembled, as his senses picked up on the appearance of a Five-Colored Peacock.

This peacock was graceful and magnificent, its pupils emerald green, its wings spanning seven or eight zhang. Between its feathers flowed multicolored light, exuding an ancient and chaotic aura.

Whoosh!

The Exotic Spirit Peacock launched a twisted five-colored divine light, directly targeting True Monarch Cyanwood's out-of-body Nascent Soul.

"Five-colored divine light!"

True Monarch Cyanwood was deeply shocked, almost unable to believe it.

The Lan Chang'an who had already forced him to the desperate point of escaping with his Nascent Soul actually still had hidden trump cards.

The cyan Nascent Soul's escape technique was astonishing. Its figure blurred, flashing several li away, narrowly dodging the first wave of the five-colored divine light.

But immediately after, multiple waves of five-colored divine light came crashing down.

The cyan Nascent Soul had nowhere left to dodge; he summoned an ancient mirror, placing it in front of himself.

The ancient mirror activated a beam of polar light, managing to block several waves of the five-colored divine light but after that, the light on the mirror’s surface dimmed and the mirror dropped, drained of strength.

The cyan Nascent Soul fled dozens of li away, finally escaping the attack range of the Exotic Spirit Peacock.

His flying speed vastly exceeded that of an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul spirit body escape.

"This fellow’s Nascent Soul escape technique is exquisite."

Lan Chang'an lightly sighed and shook his head.

The final Barbed Arrow failed to lock onto the lightning-quick Nascent Soul of True Monarch Cyanwood.

Just then, the sixteen floating Azure Profound Swords in the air glimmered, attempting to break through the void and escape.

This sword formation was True Monarch Cyanwood’s life-bound magical treasure, capable of being summoned back remotely within a certain distance.

"Not so fast!"

Lan Chang'an waved the Five Birds Venom Fire Fan, and a large swath of five-colored poisonous flames swept out, enveloping and wrapping the sixteen Azure Profound Swords.

Without their master's mana control, the sixteen Azure Profound Swords were like rootless duckweed.

Under the burning of the poisonous flames, the swords’ spiritual light grew dimmer and weaker, their struggling power diminishing steadily.

While collecting the sword formation, Lan Chang'an remained vigilant of the battlefield and the surrounding situation.

The Exotic Spirit Peacock descended from the air to support Lord Earthrock, forcing the fourth-rank Peng Bird down near the ground, leaving it with no path of escape.

The Peng Bird was heavily injured, one of its wings had been poisoned, and it was now pinned down by Lord Earthrock riding its back.

Seeing its master's physical body destroyed and his Nascent Soul spirit body escaping, the Peng Bird let out a mournful cry, completely losing its fighting strength.

Swish!

A dark green Essence Spirit Core was spat out of the Peng Bird’s mouth, trying to flee together with its master.

But from the sky, a wave of five-colored divine light descended, immediately freezing the Peng Bird's Essence Spirit Core in place.

By this time, Lan Chang'an had forcibly collected the Azure Profound Sword Formation, he flashed across in a single step.

Taking out several sealing talismans, he cast restrictions, sealing the Peng Bird’s Essence Spirit Core into a jade box.

Lord Earthrock, covered in blood and riddled with wounds, stared at the Essence Spirit Core with eager eyes but eventually pulled his gaze away.

Shrinking a full-size smaller, Lord Earthrock first drank several mouthfuls of the Peng Bird’s blood, then gouged out and ate its eyeballs.

Afterward, it began rapidly scouring the battlefield, gathering up the spoils of war.

...

When True Monarch Cyanwood’s Nascent Soul exited his body, the situation was far too urgent, he had only managed to grab his spatial tools.

The Thunderwood Stake and ancient mirror he had used during the earlier battle had fallen to the ground.

Also, on Cyanwood’s corpse remained the Dragon Scale Armor.

"Having lost the 'Azure Profound Sword Formation', even if True Monarch Cyanwood manages to reconstruct his physical body, he’ll struggle to recover. At the very least, he’ll pose no threat for a hundred years."

Lan Chang'an’s heart finally settled, and a smile surfaced on his face.

True Monarch Cyanwood’s wealth was astonishing, probably exceeding that of most mid-stage Nascent Souls.

This made Lan Chang'an unimaginably rich.

However, because of True Monarch Cyanwood’s numerous life-saving measures, Lan Chang'an had ultimately failed to capture his Nascent Soul spirit body.

True Monarch Cyanwood’s combat power even slightly surpassed some mid-stage Nascent Soul giants, and his divine means were even greater.

In other words, the battle just now was equivalent to Lan Chang'an slaying a mid-stage Nascent Soul powerhouse, and he had nearly destroyed even the opponent’s Nascent Soul.

Such a feat was already an unbelievable miracle in the cultivation world.

Boom!

A loud explosion interrupted Lan Chang'an’s thoughts.

It turned out that the Yi-Wood Clone, under the combined chase of the green-armored puppet and True Monarch Jue Ying, had self-detonated at the brink of death, scattering into countless fragments of green wooden light.

"What a pity."

Lan Chang'an felt a pang of regret, unable to capture the Yi-Wood Clone alive.

There was no help for it, the life and death of a clone was dictated entirely by its master’s will.

After reaching a safe distance, True Monarch Cyanwood had clearly judged that the Yi-Wood Clone and the fourth-rank Peng Bird had no chance of escape, naturally, he would not leave behind anything that could benefit the enemy.

Fortunately, when Lan Chang'an had earlier sealed the Peng Bird’s Essence Spirit Core into the jade box, he had secretly used the Nine Seal Stele to devour the Peng Bird’s essence core, creating a slight time difference.

The Nine Seal Stele's fifth life imprint had now been lit up to ninety percent.

...

After finishing cleaning up the spoils of war, Lord Earthrock handed over the Thunderwood Stake, Dragon Scale Armor, the ancient mirror magical treasure, and other items to Lan Chang'an.

Standing nearby, the tall and slender True Monarch Jue Ying cloaked in black robes gazed at Cyanwood’s corpse, his eyes flashing slightly.

At that moment, sensing Lan Chang'an’s gaze falling upon him, his heart tightened in alarm, feeling an invisible pressure.

Lan Chang'an, after merging the divine soul of his fourth life, still carried a powerful spiritual sense pressure, his aura was so overwhelming that it was comparable to that of a demonic sect leader.

"True Monarch Lan, I have not failed my mission."

True Monarch Jue Ying bowed slightly, his tone still steady.

Within the folds of his cloak, his sharp, cold features were shrouded in shadow, hard to make out clearly.

Lan Chang'an thought to himself, the difference between Jue Ying and his cousin Xing Peng was like heaven and earth, whether in bearing, accomplishments, or courage.

Had it been a coward standing here, they would have already fled at the sight of Lan Chang'an who descended like a star of calamity and killed such a strong enemy.

"During that battle just now, were there any spectators nearby?"

Lan Chang'an approached Cyanwood’s corpse, inspecting it with his spiritual sense, and casually asked.

"Rest assured, True Monarch Lan. Prior to this, all Beast King Valley and Unseen Gate scouts and spies in the vicinity had already been withdrawn. As for the few remaining living beings, I personally eradicated them."

True Monarch Jue Ying replied, and then solemnly raised his hand and swore:

"I swear upon my heart demon that I will not reveal any detail of today’s battle to anyone."

"You’re a smart one. Make sure you don’t leak Lan's ‘identity’."

Lan Chang'an nodded in satisfaction, appreciating Jue Ying’s handling of things.

He then casually pointed to Cyanwood’s corpse:

"Cyanwood's head will be at your disposal. Take it back and exchange it for battle merits."

"Thank you for the reward, True Monarch Lan."

True Monarch Jue Ying secretly breathed a sigh of relief, his back slick with cold sweat, feeling as if he had just escaped death.

It was only now that he truly confirmed Lan Chang'an had no intention of silencing him.

The earlier battle had profoundly shocked True Monarch Jue Ying.

Lan Chang'an's soul power had surged to the level of a Demonic Sect leader, forcing people to doubt his true identity.

A Nascent Soul Great Cultivator not belonging to this era... could it be...

The might of the Barbed Arrow was so terrifying that it shook the heavens and wept the ghosts.

Without the same depth of resources as True Monarch Cyanwood, True Monarch Jue Ying had no confidence at all he could survive it.

Not to mention, Lan Chang'an also possessed a fourth-rank puppet, a fourth-rank spirit pet, and that strange peacock… it was all completely beyond ordinary comprehension.

Even if the Unseen Gate Master himself were to arrive personally, in a direct confrontation, he would not be Lan Chang'an’s match.

"Will this head be enough for you to report back?"

"It’s enough."

True Monarch Jue Ying answered firmly.

The bounty placed on True Monarch Cyanwood within the Demonic Alliance was extremely high. After all, back then, Cyanwood had captured and grievously wounded more than one Demonic True Monarch, while simultaneously affecting the balance of the Seven Kingdoms Alliance and the Righteous Dao Alliance.

The three major forces Beast King Valley, Blood Spirit Sect, and Illusion Demon Palace all hated True Monarch Cyanwood to the bone.

The Unseen Gate had long since accepted assassination commissions against him, though they had never succeeded.

In fact, after the previous joint attempt between the Deputy Sect Master and Beast King Valley ended in failure, Cyanwood’s threat level had been drastically raised.

Now, as long as True Monarch Jue Ying brought back Cyanwood’s head, he could redeem an enormous amount of battle merits, gaining immense prestige among the Six Demonic Sects.

The Unseen Gate only cared about results; they would not bother with the specifics of the process.

Using whatever means necessary during an assassination was completely normal.

Even if the Unseen Gate Master knew Jue Ying had joined hands with Lan Chang'an, it would not be a problem.

Thus, today, True Monarch Jue Ying not only fulfilled his promise to Lan Chang'an but also achieved great merit, a win-win situation.

"Lan sees great potential in you. In the future, it is not impossible for you to become the leader of the Unseen Gate."

Lan Chang'an encouraged him, reaching out and giving Jue Ying’s shoulder a light pat, though it felt strangely intangible.

True Monarch Jue Ying’s heart stirred, understanding the hidden meaning in Lan Chang'an’s words.

To claim he had no ambition for the Sect Master’s position would be self-deception.

The current Sect Master and Deputy Sect Master of Unseen Gate were already very old.

For the past two hundred years, True Monarch Jue Ying had been one of the rising leaders of the new generation. Now, as a Nascent Soul Elder of the Unseen Gate, he was already among the strong contenders.

"Go."

After giving some final instructions, Lan Chang'an waved his hand.

True Monarch Jue Ying merged into the nearby shadows and quickly disappeared from sight.

In truth, back when Lan Chang'an had saved Jue Ying, he had already noticed this person’s extraordinary destiny.

A moment later, Lan Chang'an finished organizing the spoils, then put away the puppet and spirit pet, and soared away through the air.

The battlefield had already been destroyed by Lord Earthrock using earth-type spells, leaving behind little useful evidence.

...

A black-winged streak of light flew back to the frontline stronghold.

Inside the stronghold, most of the elite cultivators had gone to the main battlefield, leaving few remaining.

Lord Earthrock was severely injured after the fierce battle .

Lan Chang'an thought for a moment and decided to leave it behind at the stronghold.

"Take good care of your injuries. This fourth-rank essence core, use it for your cultivation."

Lan Chang'an took out the sealed Peng Bird Essence Spirit Core and handed it to Lord Earthrock.

"Thank you for Master’s grace!"

Lord Earthrock was deeply moved, bowing low in gratitude.

Previously, during the handling of the spoils, some of the Peng Bird’s internal organs had already served as supplements for it.

Swallowing and refining a fourth-rank Essence Spirit Core of the same level, although it would not be crucial for a breakthrough to the middle stage, it could greatly accelerate Lord Earthrock’s cultivation progress.

As for the Peng Bird’s skeleton, wings, sharp teeth, and claws, Lan Chang'an kept them for future use.

A single fourth-rank early-stage demon king corpse alone was far from enough to refine a fourth-rank puppet.

Crafting a fourth-rank puppet required a large quantity of high-quality rare materials, especially for the core mechanisms.

Puppets and corpse refining were fundamentally different.

Even if he tried to directly refine a corpse into a puppet, the spiritual nature of the demon king would have severely declined after death, without the supplementation of other heavenly materials, the result would be a downgraded product.

However, even a downgraded quasi-fourth-rank Peng Bird puppet would still be an extremely rare treasure in the Great Qing cultivation world.

Not staying long at the frontline stronghold, Lan Chang'an set out directly for the main battlefield in the southern regions of Feng Kingdom.

Unfortunately, time was too tight.

He had no time to refine the "Azure Profound Sword Formation" or other magical treasures.

The marks left by the previous owner on a life-bound magical treasure were not something that could be erased in a short time.

Lan Chang'an instead wore the slightly damaged Dragon Scale Armor beneath his white robes.

As for the ancient mirror magical treasure, it was of a special type, and Lan Chang'an could activate the Polar Light without needing to refine it.

...

Southern Feng Kingdom.

Stretching across thousands of li, the Demonic battlefield surrounded three of the Righteous Dao Alliance’s major immortal cities with an endless black tide.

In the skies floated numerous massive spirit ships. Their spirit crystal cannons fired beams of destructive light, melting countless fragments of blood and debris, bombarding the city’s protective formation.

Flocks of spiritual birds and swarms of spirit insects filled the sky, flying treasure lights and sword glows darting through the air. The brilliance of talismans and spells resembled billions of fireworks bursting at once.

Blood light, black flames, giant stones of ice and fire, the roars of beasts, the rumbles of thunder—

Amid the grand spectacle, screams and angry shouts rose and fell.

The land had been scorched into a wasteland, split open everywhere, forming countless ravines and valleys.

Rumble rumble rumble!

Several colossal fourth-rank Demon Kings, each as large as mountains, rampaged across the battlefield, either crushing the enemy cultivators or assaulting the immortal cities directly.

To prevent the strongholds from being breached by the Demonic faction, many elite cultivators of the Righteous Dao Alliance fought fiercely outside the cities, charging at the Demonic faction’s spirit ships.

Formations of Core Formation cultivators formed "Hunter King Arrays" under the protection of the immortal city’s grand formation, launching counterattacks against the fourth-rank Demon Kings.

Among the three immortal cities, the one at the center was the primary target of Beast King Valley's assault.

Above this stronghold floated a massive, ancient-looking drum.

Several tall, bare-chested men, clad in beast hide, were sweating profusely as they pounded with all their might on the Heaven-Shaking Drum, pouring their mana, blood essence, and vitality into it.

Ooom~

The deep drum sound, as if from a foreign abyss, spread outward in semicircular ripples, radiating toward the Beast King Valley army.

The warbeast armies and flying spirit pets of Beast King Valley were all disturbed and uneasy, their morale clearly plummeting.

"The Heaven-Shaking Drum, such a strategic treasure, and yet Xuan Sect’s 'Dragon-Tiger Mountain' lent it so easily to the Righteous Dao Alliance!"

The beast tamers cursed and swore, struggling to maintain connection and control over their spirit pets and beast armies, making command increasingly difficult.

...

Above the clouds, the Nascent Soul True Monarchs of both camps were locked in fights, lightning and thunder flashing continuously, with booming explosions echoing across the sky.

Each Nascent Soul cultivator beneath their magic cloud rings wielded power comparable to that of mighty deities, every strike capable of shattering mountains, every clash of magical treasures and divine abilities creating tidal storms.

The leftover shockwaves and stray flames occasionally rained down, instantly killing groups of the fierce battling cultivators below.

Besides the Nascent Soul True Monarchs, Beast King Valley’s fourth-rank demon kings also participated in the slaughter atop the clouds.

"Wretched beast—!"

An ancient thunderous roar rang out, shaking the firmament.

A blood-red sword river, stretching across several li, pierced through a massive black bear demon king.

Boom!

An explosion of dazzling blood light burst from the black bear demon king’s head, like a miniature sun.

Within that blood-red sun, an old silver-haired elder self-detonated his Nascent Soul and entire mana reserves, falling in battle on the spot.

The mutilated black bear demon king's body plummeted down from the clouds.

"Old Wei!"

"True Monarch Wei—!"

On the Righteous Dao Alliance’s side, Chu Tianfeng, Six Sun True Monarch, Zhang Tianfeng, Liang Shaotian, and other Nascent Soul cultivators turned their gazes toward the site.

True Monarch Wei hailed from Feng Kingdom’s Blood Sword Valley, his sect’s mountain gate had been captured by the Demonic faction. To reclaim his sect and resist the Demonic faction’s invasion, the aged True Monarch Wei had chosen to perish in battle today, self-detonating without hesitation.

"True Monarch Wei... I swear, if the Demonic faction can be driven out in the future, I will help the disciples of your Blood Sword Valley return to their ancestral mountain gate."

Chu Tianfeng’s expression was sorrowful, silently making a promise in his heart.

His opponent was Beast King Valley’s Sect Master Meng, an old rival of many years.

"Damn old man! Even at death’s door, you dragged down one of Beast King Valley’s fourth-rank spirit beasts with you!" Sect Master Meng’s expression was dark and sullen.

That black bear demon king had been personally nurtured by him in his sect, almost akin to a personal spirit pet.

Today’s great battlefield had already witnessed several unexpected incidents.

Earlier, Zhang Tianfeng of Jin Yun Valley had demonstrated a power far beyond his usual, heavily wounding an old Nascent Soul cultivator from Beast King Valley, rendering the latter unable to fight.

Fortunately, the Grand Elder had returned in time to suppress Zhang Tianfeng.

At the moment, Zhang Tianfeng and Fairy Xia Wenyue were teaming up to engage the Grand Elder, barely holding him at bay.

"Good thing the Grand Elder's current condition is problematic! Otherwise, after I spent my blood essence and vitality to unleash forbidden arts to wound that demonic Nascent Soul cultivator, I might not have been able to stop him now."

Zhang Tianfeng noticed that the Grand Elder’s state was no longer at its peak, his formerly calm and leisurely demeanor was gone, his face also visibly pale.

Zhang Tianfeng had promised Lan Chang'an that in the coming battle, he would no longer hold back, he would aim to cripple at least one Nascent Soul fighter from Beast King Valley’s camp.

If this battle could be won, the Righteous Dao Alliance might enjoy a long period of peace and development.

Thus, earlier, when injuring that Demonic Nascent Soul cultivator, Zhang Tieshan had all but unleashed his full strength, holding back only from using the remnant spiritual treasure.

Chu Tianfeng, Zhang Tianfeng, and Xia Wenyue had stabilized the situation on their side but elsewhere, other Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the Alliance were in more precarious straits.

For instance, about a hundred li away, True Monarch Golden Moon was barely holding on.

Facing her was an old woman with crane-white hair and a childlike face, not only did she possess deep mana, but she also controlled a sky-filling swarm of "flying locusts," trapping True Monarch Golden Moon in an airtight siege, relentlessly draining her mana and gnawing away the spiritual light of her magical treasures.

This old woman was from a Beast King Valley-affiliated force, a sect specializing in the cultivation of insects, recently brought forward as strong reinforcements.

The "flying locust swarm" was impervious to sword and spear, immune to water and fire, and boasted strong resistance against spells, each strike could only kill a small number of them.

True Monarch Golden Moon’s mana reserves were already showing signs of depletion; two of her magical treasures had suffered slight damage.

Her luxurious golden robe had been chewed through in many places by the insects, and one of her magical shoes had two holes gnawed through, oozing thick blood.

"Alliance Leader Chu previously said that Lan Changqing would block one of Beast King Valley’s mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators… but now, with the Grand Elder of Beast King Valley having arrived, Lan Changqing is nowhere to be seen. Could it be that he has already been gravely injured and defeated?"

True Monarch Golden Moon clenched her silver teeth tightly, dark thoughts surging up:

"Lan Changqing couldn't have run away again, right?"

In fact, not only True Monarch Golden Moon, but even Six Sun True Monarch, Liang Shaotian, and others had similar doubts about Lan Chang'an.