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Novel: [The Primordial Law]
Volume 4: [Shuangsheng Dao Sect (Twin Rice Sect)]
Chapter 177 (432): [Blood Stains the Western Territory]
(177th of Volume 4)
Translator: Shadow Knight AK
Editor: Shadow Knight AK
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The entire Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain was enveloped in Spiritual Qi, the earth shook violently, the Blood Mist churned, and Scripture fragments scattered like rain.
A golden radiance moved with blinding speed, flashing like Starlight across the sky.
The surrounding provinces felt the overwhelming power of Zen Hai Guanwu, and countless living beings prostrated themselves, worshiping the Immortal Plain.
The Army of the Dead had lost its initial momentum.
Some Ghost Marquises and Ghost Monarchs sensed something amiss.
Peering into the distance, they saw the Ghost King they had sworn allegiance to - a being whose combat prowess rivaled that of Transcendent Humans - obliterated by a single palm strike from an unknown entity.
The Demon Kingdom's elites overseeing the blood sacrifice altars, acutely aware of danger, immediately ordered their forces to pack their belongings and prepare for immediate evacuation upon seeing the Azure Phoenix's mangled corpse plummet from the cliff.
Those who had cultivated to the Dao Seed Realm and Immortal Realm possessed extraordinary insight, capable of independently assessing the situation.
Nearly all Transcendents possessed formidable protective treasures and had cultivated escape techniques for millennia.
Yet none of it mattered.
They couldn't defend themselves, nor could they flee.
Zen Hai Guanwu, wielding the Physical Immortal Technique, had surpassed their comprehension of both power and speed.
"If she could maintain this state indefinitely, she would have used this move long ago," Qilin Zhuang declared in a deep voice, rallying his troops.
He then turned to the Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom.
A resolute light surged in both their eyes, the indomitable will forged from millennia of cultivation rapidly suppressing their fear and rekindling their battle spirit.
"Fight!"
The Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom, with his towering physique and vitality far exceeding other Transcendents, regrew his severed neck.
His upper body was tattered, the blood flowing from his wounds igniting into inky demonic flames. The surrounding sky darkened to a pitch-black hue.
Spatial power violently shook around his Ancestral Field, tearing the flesh of his abdomen.
"Heaven... Awaken..."
The Crown Prince threw his arms wide and roared skyward.
From his Ancestral Field erupted a Scripture River and a sea of Spiritual Qi, enveloping his body in layers of protective barriers.
The mere residual shockwaves leveled the land for miles around his feet.
In the distance, Lingxiao City crumbled under the relentless attack of inky Spiritual Qi.
The Third Palace Master manipulated the Ghost Banner, flying it toward the South City of Lingxiao City.
The towering figure of the Mo Ye Ghost God, wreathed in ghostly energy and cloud mist, stood at the edge of the ruined city.
From its mouth poured Duling Cold Fire, blocking the destructive aura unleashed by the Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom.
At that moment, the citizens of Lingxiao City had yet to fully evacuate.
The Fourth Immortal Gate, Heavenly Revelation, possessed the greatest power.
The Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom had yet to fully master it, requiring time and sacrifice to unleash its full potential.
Would Zen Hai Guanwu grant him such an opportunity?
She descended from mid-air in an instant, her sword slashing down in a decisive strike.
The Second Palace Master and Lord Lan intercepted her from the left and right, attempting to buy time for the Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom.
The orchid pattern between Lord Lan's eyebrows flickered, and Heavenly Emperor Scriptures materialized across his skin, unleashing the Remnant Power of the Heavenly Emperor from his corpse. Every strand of his hair crackled with lightning, and each glance could cleave through the void as he ascended to his peak state.
"Boom!"
The Void Sword shattered the light barrier erected by the Yellow Mud Lamp, annihilating all the spectral images of the Sea of Corpses.
Zen Hai Guanwu landed, and the three warriors clashed in a furious melee.
The Second Palace Master moved with lightning speed, her body transforming into pure electricity as she assisted Lord Lan, circling the periphery of the battle.
Having cultivated the Nine Heavens Secret Treasury, her mastery of Thunder Method was unparalleled.
Lord Lan's formidable combat prowess allowed him to temporarily withstand Zen Hai Guanwu's relentless attack.
"Boom!"
The Second Palace Master's twin swords shattered into two broken blades under Zen Hai Guanwu's strike.
A deep crimson line appeared across her chest, and the five Qi Seas within her body exploded, plunging her Spiritual Qi into chaos.
She was sent flying backward for dozens of miles, blood gushing from her mouth like a spring.
Gazing at the broken swords in her hands, the Second Palace Master felt all will to resist drain away.
Her arms went limp, and the shattered blades clattered to the ground.
Throughout her life, she had been fiercely competitive, refusing to admit defeat and striving to surpass everyone.
Sensing Zen Hai Guanwu's gaze lock onto her, she knew her end was near.
Escape was impossible.
Desperate to avoid death, the Second Palace Master knelt, tears streaming down her face, just as she had done whenever she made mistakes in her youth.
"Master... I was wrong... Your disciple knows she was wrong..."
She hoped to awaken the emotions in Zen Hai Guanwu's heart, believing that only their past affection could serve as her best defense.
Zen Hai Guanwu's golden figure materialized before her.
With a single finger, he pierced the Spirit Realm between her eyebrows, then struck her Ancestral Field with a palm strike.
"Boom!"
The Second Palace Master's protective treasures offered no resistance.
Her Ancestral Field shattered, tearing open her entire abdomen.
Her body nearly split in two at the waist.
Two Other Shore Heavenly Pills materialized in Zen Hai Guanwu's radiant golden palm.
As if all her strength had been drained, the Second Palace Master collapsed to her knees, her face deathly pale.
Her voice, hoarse and ragged from her shattered lungs, rasped, "Master! I offer you my Other Shore Heavenly Pill. I sincerely repent and vow to shave my head and become a nun, dedicating myself to cultivating Buddhist Dharma... cough cough... to atone for my sins..."
Zen Hai Guanwu crushed both Other Shore Heavenly Pills before her, transforming them into swirling clouds of Spiritual Qi and endless streams of Scripture that dissipated in the wind.
The Second Palace Master lifted her head, disbelief etched across her face. "No... how could you...?"
Millennia of cultivation, reduced to nothing in an instant before her very eyes.
The most precious thing she possessed, the Great Dao she valued more than life itself, had been pulverized into dust by Zen Hai Guanwu.
The psychological shock was overwhelming, shattering her understanding of reality and invalidating her entire past existence.
"Let me teach you one final lesson, disciple," Zen Hai Guanwu said, "Cultivation is not merely about attaining power and strength. Those who cultivate solely for power will inevitably resort to any means necessary, plunging into the abyss of insatiable desire."
Zen Hai Guanwu refused to set a poor example for the Void Enlightenment Manual lineage.
If she seized the pills today, her future disciples and descendants could justify seizing their masters' or fellow disciples' cultivation with any fabricated, self-righteous excuse.
Zen Hai Guanwu had her own Dao to follow, her own Other Shore Heavenly Pill to cultivate.
"Today, I will cripple your cultivation and take half your life. The remaining half I leave for your Senior Sister. From this day forward, you will live in constant terror. When she emerges from the Six Thoughts Divine Mind Curse, her willpower will reach unprecedented heights, bringing her within reach of becoming the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor. From then on, the gap between you will be as vast as the heavens and the dust."
Zen Hai Guanwu had absolute faith in Yu Yaozi. Xianmin must overcome this trial herself.
Sow the cause, reap the consequence.
Sever the cause, attain the fruit.
"Boom!"
Zen Hai Guanwu swung the Void Sword, sending the Second Palace Master flying over two hundred miles, a massive cloud of blood mist erupting from her body.
She turned away without a second glance, striding forward and unleashing Nether River Sword Qi to attack the Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom from the Heavenly Revelation Immortal Gate, as well as Lord Lan, who wielded the Yellow Mud Lamp.
"Heavenly Emperor Awakening Spirit! Dragon Blood ignites!"
"Aow!"
Qilin Zhuang transformed into his true Qilin form. The Heavenly Emperor Dragon Blood and Dragon Soul he had inherited from the Flying Dragon ignited within him, his scales radiating a cyan glow.
His aura surged relentlessly, now carrying the full majesty of a Heavenly Emperor.
"Master, take the Hundred Hells Wind Chime!"
The Third Palace Master, holding the Ghost Banner, descended above the Mo Ye Ghost God and hurled the Hundred Hells Wind Chime.
The chime's resonant tones reverberated, distorting and twisting the surrounding space.
Nurtured by the Heaven-Law Earth Spring of Lingxiao City, the Supreme Scripture within the Hundred Hells Wind Chime fully awakened, unleashing its supreme power in a collision with the four Immortal Gates, the Yellow Mud Lamp, and the Night Emperor's Silver Moon.
The Mountain Monarch of Huihuo and the Purple Phoenix dared not approach the battlefield directly, instead circling the periphery and launching Dao Technique ambushes.
Soon after, the Third Palace Master and Tang Shituo joined the fray, activating their Supreme Artifacts: the Thunderstrike Jade and the Immortal Slaying Sword, respectively.
"Boom!"
"Rumble!"
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The Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain crumbled in vast swathes.
As the tremors subsided, Xia Jin and Master Guan ascended to the plain's summit.
Before them lay the ruins of Lingxiao City, once a thriving metropolis, now half-destroyed, its ruins choked with smoke and flames.
The southern region of the Immortal Plain had collapsed hundreds of feet, its terrain now lower and riddled with fissures.
Throughout history, the Lingxiao Realm had witnessed countless dynastic shifts.
This wasn't the first calamity to befall the Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain, but never before had it been so utterly ravaged, its very landscape transformed.
Even clashes between Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor had never wrought such devastation.
After all, the material structure of the Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain far surpassed that of the Twenty-Eight Prefectures within the Life Realm.
The thunderous echoes of the Transcendents' battle and the surging power of their Supreme Artifacts had long since drifted beyond the Immortal Plain, reaching the Western Territory thousands of miles away.
"Qilin Zhuang and the others deliberately lured the battle westward," Xia Jin observed, her expression somber.
Proceeding cautiously, the pair discovered the corpse of the Purple Phoenix two thousand miles from the Cloud Heaven Immortal Plain.
The Purple Phoenix's head was missing, its body crushed by the spatial power of the Hundred Hells Wind Chime, its bones shattered into a mass of purplish-red Blood Mud.
Though its corpse was a treasure beyond measure, Xia Jin dared not claim it.
This was both the Mist Celestial's war trophy and the daughter of the Flying Phoenix.
From the horizon came the anguished roar of "Mountain Monarch of Huihuo," the Lingxiao Realm's foremost Demon King.
The sky above the Western Territory turned crimson as its beasts prostrated themselves.
By the time Xia Jin and Master Guan arrived, a golden tiger corpse the size of a mountain lay sprawled across the Western Territory.
The blood flowing from the tiger's corpse had pooled into a vast lake, turning the surrounding hundreds of miles into a desolate wasteland.
The transcendent power emanating from the area had transformed it into a forbidden zone, where Martial-Mystic Cultivators below the Dao Seed Realm would have their soul spirits annihilated by the lingering malevolent remnants of filth and calamity.
Master Guan jumped into the Blood Lake for a bath, absorbing a massive amount of transcendent blood essence Qi before continuing their journey.
Along the way, they constantly encountered transcendent corpses and fragments of spiritual artifacts.
Where the battlefield had shifted, mountains lay shattered, rivers had withered, and the landscape had been utterly transformed.
Qilin blood and the Crown Prince of the Demon Kingdom's demonic blood stained the battlefield, evidence of severe injuries sustained by both.
After passing Divine Light Pass, they arrived at a vast, burning plain.
A prolonged battle had raged here, turning hundreds of miles into a sea of fire.
Lord Lan's Yellow Mud Lamp had fallen here, carving a massive canyon over ninety miles long into the earth.
The surrounding region was now eternally ablaze, and even Dao Seed Realm Martial-Mystic Cultivators who approached would be reduced to ashes.
At the bottom of the canyon, Xia Jin discovered Lord Lan's mangled remains.
His soul spirit had dissipated, a third of his body had been obliterated, and what remained was riddled with holes.
Her heart was filled with complex emotions and profound sorrow.
Lord Lan, who possessed the corpse of the Martial-Mystic Dao Heavenly Emperor, had dominated the southeastern Nether Realms for millennia. He was an ancient figure in southern Yingzhou, yet who could have imagined he would meet his end today?
One after another, renowned and supreme figures fell like rain.
Who in the world wouldn't tremble with fear?
The higher one's cultivation, the greater the terror.
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END OF CHAPTER
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