Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

Chapter 1522: Chapter 823: Human Clan Cultivators, Report Your Names

The terrain of the Heavenly Rift Valley is unique, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

However, in the face of the all-pervasive gales, the special terrain of the Heavenly Rift Valley increased the power of the winds tenfold.

As one tornado pillar followed another, countless giant stones slammed into the barrier, causing it to flicker violently, and it seemed on the brink of complete collapse.

At this moment, there was no need for orders from above, as a group of Foundation Establishment cultivators scrambled to retreat to the high tower, hoping to take refuge in its sturdiness and escape the destructive storm.

Seeing this, Zhao Yongxian’s face looked extremely grim.

Master Ming Yue’s expression was solemn, and he secretly harbored thoughts of retreat.

He suddenly suggested, "The enemy is powerful! How about you and I temporarily retreat into the tower to escape the wind?"

"Escape? I’m afraid there’s no escaping!" Zhao Yongxian said grimly, sighing, "The Ancestor... alas, he left at the most inopportune time!"

Crack, crack...

Just then, the barrier finally couldn’t withstand the force of the wind, shattering instantly into countless starlights, which were immediately blown away by the gale.

"Retreat!" Zhao Yongxian shouted coldly, and his figure flashed, descending straight toward the high tower below.

Master Ming Yue’s face changed slightly. Hesitating for a moment, he dared not flee immediately and had to follow closely, rushing into the lower tower.

As the two retreated into the high tower, the gale swept over, engulfing the entire camp in an instant.

The Golden Gang Stone high tower stood firm as a mountain, unwavering in the storm.

Just as the Zhao Family cultivators felt slightly relieved, the situation suddenly turned dire.

Under the control of an unseen Divine Thought, the tornado pillars targeted the Golden Gang Stone high tower, and hundreds of Wind Blades appeared out of nowhere, viciously cutting into the tower’s outer wall.

In an instant, the tower was "covered in wounds," with the heavy and strong Golden Gang Stone being worn away layer by layer by endless Wind Blades, and the tower’s outer wall rapidly thinning, becoming precariously fragile.

Seeing this, the cultivators were filled with anxiety, and they hastily employed various Earth Element Magic to strengthen the tower.

Meanwhile, Zhao Yongxian reached the bottom of the tower, placed his hands on the ground, and secretly activated a hidden Array with his Divine Sense.

Next moment, the ground quietly cracked open, revealing a passage leading underground.

This passage extended several hundred yards underground, with its exit suspended mid-air at a cliff eighty miles away, prepared by the Zhao Family as a retreat path.

Not only this tower but each tower had its underground passage, though each exit was different.

As Zhao Yongxian opened the passage, the underground passages of the other towers also opened, with the Zhao Family cultivators entering the passages one after another, rushing towards the exits quickly.

Without anyone presiding over it, the tower’s outer wall was soon breached by the sharp Wind Blades, and one tower after another was destroyed by the gales.

This camp, managed for so long, was turned into flat ground in less than 45 minutes due to the gale.

As they say, success and failure come by the Heavenly Rift Valley! The unpredictable nature of fate has always been thus.

Ah ah!!

Suddenly, a series of screams echoed from deep within the passage, as a group of Drilling Armor Demon Beasts appeared from nowhere, ambushing the Zhao Family cultivators fleeing for their lives.

Each of these Drilling Armor Demon Beasts was powerful, with the lowest level being above the third-tier.

They relied on their near Vajra-like Scale Armor to rampage through the passage, unleashing bloody havoc wherever they went.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators of the Zhao Family were no match for these Golden Core Level Demon Beasts, and suffered heavy casualties almost instantly.

However, the situation soon changed again.

After fleeing a certain distance, some Foundation Establishment cultivators suddenly threw out a Yin Chen Wood Coffin, slashed their wrists, and sprinkled a large amount of essence blood over the coffin.

With a series of incantations, the coffin lid was opened, and a tall Golden Armored Corpse covered in Heavy Armor rose into the sky, instantly pouncing on the attacking Drilling Armor Demon Beasts.

In the blink of an eye, the Golden Armored Corpse and the Golden Core Demon Beasts began a frenzied battle.

Not only in this passage, but similar scenes unfolded in other passages.

With the addition of the Golden Armored Corpse army, the Zhao Family cultivators’ casualties drastically reduced, transforming the dire situation into one of precarious survival.

However, without unexpected assistance, most people’s fate was already sealed, with no path to life, only the road to death.

Teamed up with Master Ming Yue, Zhao Yongxian and the two Golden Core Masters quickly defeated the obstructing Golden Core Demon Beasts, eventually leading seven or eight Foundation Establishment juniors to escape to the exit 80 miles away.

Yet, they never expected what kind of enemy they were truly facing.

"Hehe, some little mice escaped?" Jun Tianxing stood on the head of the Roc, suddenly raising his head to look dozens of miles away, a malicious smile appearing on his face.

As the son of the King of Dapeng Demon Country, Jun Tianxing was always unconventional, being one of the few rebellious demons among the king’s many offspring who walked the path of Heavenly Demon Transformation.

In this war between the Demon Country and the Human Clan, he was first marginalized from the high ranks of the Demon Country, then dispatched to the rear lines of the Human Clan to engage in trivial matters.

All this injustice fueled Jun Tianxing’s fiery rage, which he vented on the Human Clan cultivators.

Over the past six months, Jun Tianxing, whose strength is close to that of a Human Clan’s God Transformation, has destroyed nearly thirty Human Clan outposts, with over ten thousand Human Clan cultivators having died at his hands.

The Zhao Family camp was not only small in scale but also lacked a single Nascent Soul cultivator.

Jun Tianxing found it extremely dull, his naturally cruel disposition now targeting the Zhao Yongxian and those trying to escape for their lives.

Zhao Yongxian could never have imagined that their enemy was the bloodline rightful, power equalling Nascent Soul Perfection son of the Demon Country’s king.

"Hehe, fly forward the Jiao!" Jun Tianxing stepped on the Roc’s head, suddenly giving an order.

This Green-winged Roc was a mixed-blood Roc, albeit naturally low in intelligence, yet strong enough to rival Nascent Soul cultivators.

With its master’s command, the Green-winged Roc flapped its wings, suddenly stirring a whirlwind and swooping downward from over thirty miles away.

Boom!

Just as the Green-winged Roc spread its wings to dive, a giant explosion echoed from the cliff sides.

The next moment, the cliff walls inexplicably crumbled, two enormous stone hands as large as mountains reached out from within the cliff, slamming heavily on the Roc’s wings.

The Roc let out a piercing screech and its huge body crashed heavily to the ground, instantly creating a massive pit.

"Who dares?" Jun Tianxing’s eagle eyes widened, angrily roaring.

As his voice began, a domineering Divine Thought instantly enveloped a hundred-mile radius, almost immediately identifying the sneaky attacker.

Jun Tianxing’s eyes flashed with a fierce light, his Feather Robe suddenly expanded, the feathers standing vertically and rapidly shooting out.

The feathers, dense as forests, shot fast like countless lightning bolts, landing nearly instantly in the void a hundred yards away.

At that instant, a platinum circular mirror appeared out of the void, blocking directly in front of the Feather Swords group.

The circular mirror shone brightly, its surface rippling like waves, swallowing the Feather Swords into it.

No, they were absorbed into the Golden Mirror.

Jun Tianxing narrowed his eyes slightly, thoughts racing, and his Divine Thought instantly controlled the remaining Feather Swords to turn back.

Little did he know, the Golden Circular Mirror suddenly produced an immense suction force, drawing nearly a hundred Feather Swords out of control, irresistibly into the mirror’s interior.

At that moment, behind the White Gold Circular Mirror emerged a tall and heroic young man, none other than the long-missing Zhao Sheng.

As he appeared, he immediately emitted a powerful aura, his Divine Thought surging forth like a torrent, faintly contending with Jun Tianxing.

Zhao Sheng extended his hand to grab the Western Xiantang Mirror, then suddenly released three streams of light from within his body.

The streams of light rose into the air, transforming into blue, black, and red circular mirrors, suspended before their master, representing the Eastern Kongsang Mirror, Northern Mirage Cloud Mirror, and Southern Haoyang Mirror!

Jun Tianxing’s expression turned cold and deadly as he first glanced at the Green-winged Roc, trapped by a Stone Mirror and unable to move, then raised his head to look at the Human Clan cultivator a hundred yards away, chuckling coldly:

"Hehe, able to evade the king’s perception, not one of nameless origin! Human Clan Cultivator, announce your name! Once you’re dead, the king will etch your name onto the Sky Tower."

Zhao Sheng smiled and said, "If you survive, you will naturally come to know this old man’s name. Now... let the old man demonstrate the Great Five Elements Extinction Divine Light."

Before his words fell, the Five Directions Treasure Mirror simultaneously radiated brilliance!