Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone

Chapter 992: Chapter 734: Daluo Seal

Time flowed on, like running water.

Vast Sea turns to mulberry fields, all things change.

Time does not shift for any single person, it presses forward all the same.

As if due to some hidden trigger, the two sides once more plunged into all-out war: the Eight Great Saint Races, the Undying Demon Race and the like, clashing with the Purple Mansion World’s Human Race, Demon Race, and other clans.

In the slaughter, countless Cultivators fell, countless powerhouses died within their destined tribulations, both sides suffering grievous casualties. Yet gradually the Undying Demon Race gained the upper hand under a guise of feigned defeat; the powerhouses of the Ten Sacred Lands collapsed one after another, innumerable Cultivators perished, and territories fell one by one.

Many forces retreated, hiding within Grotto Heavens.

Many Human nations, step by step, degenerated into pastures for the Undying Demon Race, becoming penned-up food, their end truly miserable.

…

Yuan Continent, Chu Country.

At this moment Chu Country was overlaid with strand after strand of Array Pattern, countless Rune marks superimposed atop one another, rising and falling in cycles of birth and death; endless killing intent coiled above, evolving into swords of absolute slaughter that could stab forth at any time, becoming terrifying Killing Moves that annihilated all before them.

In the void stood one Cultivator after another, their auras immense; the weakest was at Harmonization cultivation, the stronger ones had already reached Tribulation Crossing.

Each stood at a cardinal point, circulating their Cultivation Technique; beams of light rose in the void, pouring into the Grand Array.

The Grand Array’s qi-mechanism erupted, transforming into a streak of Sword Qi that thrust upward, or into surging Flame, or into Elemental Magnetic Divine Light that killed all, or into Frost that froze everything, or into flying meteors that crashed into all things.

Swish, swish!

The void flickered, streaks of radiance flashing in and out; Human Race Cultivators clad in Battle Armor swung Long Sabers in cleaving kills, or thrust Long Spears, or hacked with Treasure Swords, their slaughter-arts incomparably fierce. Wherever they passed, Demon Race Cultivators fell one after another in an instant—yet Human Race Cultivators too stepped into oblivion.

There were also Demon Race Cultivators transforming, directly assuming true bodies a hundred li tall; their true forms flickered, wings cleaving, claws rending, jaws tearing and biting. Their means of attack became simple and direct, vicious and overbearing, utterly brutish and savage.

There were also Barbarian Race Cultivators activating the Technique of Heaven and Earth, their bodies likewise enlarging; Barbarian Pattern marks shifted across their flesh, Qi and Blood roared and surged, like walking giant beasts pouncing and ripping toward the enemy without cease.

There were also Divine Race Cultivators invoking Secret Techniques, golden blood boiling across their bodies as one Killing Move after another took form and hammered relentlessly at their foes.

The Human Race, Demon Race, Barbarian Race, Divine Race, Sea Race, and many other races dwelling in the Purple Mansion World had joined forces to resist the enemy—yet the situation was far from favorable.

They were continuously being routed, many territories falling one after another; only Yuan Continent and a few other regions still held out.

Ten thousand years ago, the Ancestral Continent had undergone a great war, shattered into pieces, its vitality dispersed, no longer fit for Human Race Cultivators to live upon.

Aside from a few Cultivators, most migrated to other worlds.

Gradually Yuan Continent replaced the Ancestral Continent, becoming the main gathering place of the Human Race.

As the great war continued, the name of Chu Country grew ever more resplendent.

All because two peerless paragons were sitting in town here.

In the void, Jin Xi hid within the nothingness, her aura tightly restrained; she was like a razor-sharp Treasure Sword that had withdrawn its edge, becoming seemingly ordinary and unremarkable. Beside her stood a woman as cold as Frost, her body exuding an icy chill as if to freeze all things.

This was Ning Xue.

The auras of the two women were incomparably powerful, already at the peak of the Ninth-Layer of Tribulation Crossing, standing at the utmost limit of the mortal realm.

Ning Xue spoke. “Jin Xi, can you still hold on?”

Jin Xi said, “I can, for now.”

Ning Xue sighed softly and asked, “At most how much longer before Yuan Continent completely falls?”

Jin Xi pondered, runes flickering in her eyes as she calculated certain figures, performing a reasonable deduction. At last she said, “By my rough estimation, we can hold out at most ten more years before Chu Country is completely overrun. When that time comes, we’ll have no choice but to withdraw.”

Ning Xue sighed. “Yes… when that moment comes, we can only become deserters. We are peak Tribulation Crossing, standing at the mortal extreme. Even if those big shots make a move, they still won’t be able to keep us. It’s just that so many territories, so many interests must be abandoned—my heart refuses to accept it.”

Jin Xi said, “You’re unwilling; how could I be reconciled either? But if we keep fighting to the last drop of blood, there’s not a single shred of benefit left for us.”

Ning Xue fell silent, with nothing more to say.

Jin Xi said, “Have you heard any news of Xuanji?”

Ning Xue replied, “Ever since ten thousand years ago, Master vanished, leaving no trace. I’ve tried to deduce Master’s whereabouts, but all I see is a field of Chaos, no information at all.”

Jin Xi thought for a moment, then said, “No news is the best news. In that battle back then, Xuanji hid many things. Judging from the current situation, the board hasn’t completely collapsed. There is still a sliver of life left for us.”

Boom, boom, boom!

At that instant, the void shook violently, rumbling with deafening thunder.

Countless Array Patterns shattered, the void crumbled, and a corner of the laid-down Array turned dark and grim, a massive breach appearing.

Jin Xi stepped forward, a Talisman brush appearing in her palm. She traced Runes in the air; the Runes gathered, transforming into strands of Array Pattern that began mending the damaged Array. The formation that had been on the verge of collapse began to restore where it was broken, its aura slowly recovering.

Very soon, it once again returned to its peak state.