"The eleventh one!"

Watching the mountain of demons collapse under the onslaught of the sword formation, Feng Bingwen's lips curled up slightly. As long as he defeated these demons with divine and demonic bloodlines and devoured their remains, he could clearly feel the growth of his own foundation. Such a feeling was extremely wonderful.

Go!

An increasingly dense chaotic aura surged behind Feng Bingwen, and then a divine being of immeasurable stature emerged from it. A terrifying domain of law descended, enveloping the remnants within the sword formation, which still exuded a terrifying pressure.

But soon, as the wisps of divine and demonic energy within were absorbed, and the remaining essence was completely devoured, the oppressive aura emanating from the corpse gradually weakened until it vanished completely, leaving only a pile of useless, withered bones.

"ah!"

When the Dharma form returned, Feng Bingwen could clearly feel his own foundation growing even more clearly without needing to carefully comprehend it. He couldn't help but let out a comfortable and pleasant murmur.

"Hey, Fellow Daoist Xia, you've found another one!"

Before the joy in his heart could subside, Feng Bingwen quickly sensed something else, and at this moment, even his eyebrows curved into a smile.

"This fellow Daoist is truly my lucky star. When I achieve Dao, I must not treat him unfairly."

Feng Bingwen couldn't help but sigh. Nearly half of the powerful demons he had killed were discovered by Xia Yan, who then informed him.

This was by no means a simple favor. In such a dangerous place, where even Feng Bingwen sometimes had to temporarily avoid the limelight and flee, the other party was risking their life to help him.

Although Xia Yan believed she was acting for the greater good and for the safety of the people of Qin on the ground, ultimately Feng Bingwen was the one who directly benefited, which was undoubtedly a cause and effect.

Feng Bingwen knew this and naturally didn't intend to take advantage of it for free; he knew he had to repay this kindness in the future.

"You heartless brat!"

Within Feng Bingwen's sea of ​​consciousness, the Five Elements Heavenly Wheel, radiating a hazy immortal light, muttered to itself, indeed not daring to speak it openly.

Because he had to address Feng Bingwen as "Master," otherwise this stubborn brat would rather sever all ties with him than speak to him again. Relatively speaking, it was definitely more disadvantageous for a celestial artifact that had little autonomy.

After all, finding a cultivator who is perfectly compatible with him is by no means easy. Although there are many Five Elements Bodies, there are only two or two people with the Innate Five Elements Dao Bodies throughout history, and they appeared at different times. The connection between them is something that makes people think deeply.

If you miss this one, who knows how many tens of thousands of years it will take to wait for the third one. Even the highest-grade immortal artifacts cannot withstand the ravages of time.

"Fellow Daoist Xia!"

At this moment, Feng Bingwen naturally didn't care what the spiritual artifact within his body was thinking. He formed his fingers into a knife and lightly slashed in front of him. The power from the Five Elements Heavenly Wheel was mobilized by him without any stagnation, easily tearing through the space in this ancient battlefield.

Then, through the connection between the immortal artifact and the qi, he saw the sword immortal Xia Yan fleeing in a sorry state, and behind him were three monsters with bodies as tall as mountains.

"Well done!"

Upon seeing the horde of demons huddled together, Feng Bingwen's eyes lit up instantly. This time, he didn't even bother to summon his immortal artifacts or dharma forms. With a single step, he instantly transformed into a giant capable of overlooking mountains.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, be careful!"

Sensing the sudden appearance of a powerful aura, Xia Yan, who had been fleeing in a sorry state, breathed a sigh of relief. He stopped his sword flashing, looked at the giant that had reappeared in front of him, shouted, and then found an excellent spot to watch the battle before beginning to meditate and recover.

He had no intention of continuing to flee. After all, this wasn't the first time they had cooperated, and he already had a certain understanding of how terrifying the strength of this disciple of the Supreme Dao was.

Although he had summoned three incredibly powerful demons this time, none of which he could handle, he believed that this would be no problem at all for the Supreme Disciple, and would even be easier for him.

Amidst the continuous roars and tremors, the rising and falling angry howls that eventually weakened and turned into mournful cries, Xia Yan's magical power, depleted from her investigation and escape, gradually recovered.

When his magical power was fully restored, the three terrifying figures, resembling demonic mountains, had already fallen into pools of blood, just as he had seen earlier.

Everything that remained of these descendants of gods and demons who had once again turned into corpses was completely absorbed by this disciple of the Supreme Dao.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, I have almost fully recovered, so let's continue our journey!"

Now, without Feng Bingwen needing to urge her, Xia Yan, who had already adjusted her mindset, took the initiative to ask.

"Fellow Daoist Xia, please rest for a while. There's no rush. There's plenty of time!"

But Feng Bingwen was no longer as anxious as he had been at the beginning, because he discovered that the ancient battlefield at the bottom of the abyss was extremely vast, and there were hundreds of millions of ghosts and evil spirits lurking within it.

Of course, more importantly, there are the powerful demons that contain the bloodlines of gods and demons. Their numbers are not small, and he and this Fellow Daoist Xia alone cannot kill them all in a short time.

However, as a young cultivator who has not yet been practicing Taoism for half a century, he has no shortage of time and has enough energy to devote to this.

The only problem is this chivalrous fellow Daoist Xia in front of us. He is truly exceptional in finding suitable targets, almost matching Feng Bingwen himself.

It should be noted that Feng Bingwen's overall strength is far superior to his. Feng Bingwen is reluctant to let such a useful tool have any problems, so it is very necessary for him to rest for a while.

"But……"

There's no need to rush!

"Then I shall respectfully accept your offer!"

After hearing Feng Bingwen's advice, Xia Yan agreed to the arrangement after a brief delay. After all, constantly walking on the edge of life and death was putting immense mental pressure on him. Although he looked perfectly fine now, he wasn't sure if he could keep going if things continued like this.

"I see you seem distracted, fellow Daoist. I have some pills here; please take them to heal your injuries!"

Feng Bingwen searched himself up and down and found some elixirs that Senior Sister Luo Lingxiao had given him.

The reason why this guy, who is comparable to Taotie and even surpasses him, still has elixirs left in his mouth is mainly because he has eaten so many elixirs that their effects are almost non-existent, so they are left over.

These elixirs are now coming in handy, serving as a way to repay karmic debts. They can also incidentally improve the survivability of this tool in front of us.

"This is too valuable!"

Xia Yan was initially curious, but when Feng Bingwen threw the pill into his hand, he was startled instead.

It's pitiful, really. This is the first time he's ever seen a magic pill in person. There's no way around it; alchemy is an extremely energy-consuming process, and it requires not only energy but also a lot of inheritance and resources.

Every accomplished alchemist inevitably has countless broken alchemy furnaces and enough furnace ash to pile up into mountains. Talent may compensate for this, but it is absolutely unavoidable.

Therefore, the higher the grade of the elixir, the rarer it is. Cultivators at lower levels can use elixirs to aid their cultivation, but once they truly embark on the path of immortality and wish to advance further, they can basically only bury themselves in arduous cultivation or seek opportunities.

"Compared to what you have done for me, a few elixirs are really nothing. Fellow Daoist Xia, please accept them!"

Feng Bingwen smiled.

"There's no need to say anything if you refuse. I know why you came here, but there's no doubt that you helped me. Fellow Daoist, you probably don't want me to incur any karmic debt, right?"

"Since that's the case, then I, Xia, will shamelessly accept it!"

Upon hearing Feng Bingwen's words, Xia Yan experienced a brief but intense internal struggle. However, when he heard Feng Bingwen even bring up the cause and effect, he gave up the struggle and made his choice—to accept the elixir.

"good!"

Feng Bingwen immediately smiled with satisfaction. With his wealth, he wasn't afraid of the other party taking his benefits; he was just afraid the other party wouldn't accept them.

Time slipped away quietly amidst this endless hunt. Feng Bingwen became completely engrossed in it, while Xia Yan, who had initially been anxiously searching for suitable prey for Feng Bingwen, gradually became more skilled.

Because his strength had also improved by leaps and bounds under Feng Bingwen's tutelage, it was hard to say how much his cultivation realm had improved, but his combat ability had increased several times over compared to before. Of course, the biggest improvement was in his escape speed.

After all, he had provoked powerful demons with divine and demonic bloodlines. If he didn't push his escape ability to its current limit, it would be difficult for him to stay alive and kicking until Feng Bingwen arrived.

As one powerful demon after another was hunted down by Feng Bingwen, it may have had little impact on the ancient battlefield at first, and caused no changes whatsoever.

However, when Feng Bingwen had hunted down nearly a hundred powerful demons, the many gods guarding the abyss also noticed the change.

First, the amount of bloodthirsty energy gushing from the abyss has significantly decreased, further weakening its influence on the human world. Second, the number of weak evil spirits and ghosts emerging from the abyss has also begun to decline.

This change delighted many deities. Despite the great calamity that struck the mortal realm, the amount of incense offerings they received surged, far exceeding the usual amount by ten or even a hundred times.

However, the gods who have existed for at least several hundred years possess a far more far-sighted vision. The sudden surge in incense offerings was accompanied by a decrease in the number of ordinary people, as well as reduced crop yields and stagnation in production.

The damage caused by this chaos will last for years or even decades, and from a long-term perspective, it is simply not worth it.

However, even the gods cannot do much more. Most gods can only protect one place, and even their range of activities is limited to one area. Once they leave, their divine power will be rapidly depleted. Intense and high-intensity battles are out of the question.

Deities who can move freely without restriction are extremely rare. And such deities are at least True Lords, with the most powerful being Emperors.

Even the gods who had the power to intervene, upon noticing the changes in the abyss, chose to remain silent under the influence of some higher will. They merely sealed the entrance from the abyss to the surface, preventing the calamity from spreading further or entering it, thus ending the great disaster prematurely.

Under the watchful eyes of the gods, the blood-fiend energy gushing from the deep abyss fissures that stretched for thousands of miles became increasingly scarce. In less than a year, the fiend energy that was once so dense that it could even dye the sky red turned into blood mist.

By the second year, the blood-fiend energy gushing from the crack was only a few strands, as if it had been exhausted, and some areas had simply disappeared.

Without the cover of this bloodthirsty aura, many of the evil spirits and demons that climbed out from the ancient battlefield beneath the abyss were instantly annihilated under the sun's rays simply because they chose to emerge during the day.

Even at night, few of these evil spirits and ghosts that crawl to the ground survive, because the divine way has already reacted. As long as the order of the human world has not collapsed, the divine way can show its most powerful form.

By the third year, the abyss fissure that stretched for thousands of miles no longer spewed forth any wisps of blood and evil. Only when the gods used their supernatural powers to peer into the deepest part of the abyss could they see the blood mist floating in mid-air.

"it's over!"

A True Lord who had been guarding the abyss for more than three years looked at the abyssal fissure that stretched for thousands of miles and couldn't help but sigh. Although it was insignificant in his infinitely long divine life, it was still a bit too tedious and boring.

Aside from initially needing to stop some powerful demons from crawling out of the abyss, he was basically idle the rest of the time. The Emperor had given an order that he could not leave until the great calamity in the abyss was over.

"Much faster than I initially expected!"

Another deity spoke up, staring at the deepest part of the abyss with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"After all, with someone cleaning up below, it will be much faster!"

"Is someone down there?"

One of the wandering spirits, unaware of the truth, couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Otherwise what? Do you think this place calmed down? Do you really think we can just stand here and wait for all this filthy evil energy to dissipate on its own? Even if it could, it wouldn't be this quick."

"Who cleaned it up down there?"

"A monk!"

"A cultivator?"

"Who's so fearless? He's been down there for three years! Unbelievable!"

"A cultivator from the Supreme Dao!"

"The Supreme Dao?!"

Some of the deities who overheard the conversation between the two True Lords looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This is a calamity for us ordinary people, but for that cultivator from the Supreme Dao, it is an opportunity. That's why the emperors haven't taken action yet. Otherwise, at least one emperor would have displayed his majesty three years ago!"

(End of this chapter)