Chant~
A melodious sword cry, like the roar of a dragon, resounded, followed by a magnificent sword light that cleaved a ferocious six-armed monster in two, naturally rescuing a rather disheveled white-armored soldier from beneath it.
"Thank you for your help, fellow Daoist. I am deeply grateful."
Having escaped danger, the Taoist soldiers regrouped and returned to their scattered positions, forming battle formations with them. They also remembered to thank the young Taoist standing between the dragon-shaped water spirit's two horns.
"It was nothing!"
Feng Bingwen didn't care at all. Most of his divine sense was focused on controlling the sword formation to kill. After the immortals of the Supreme Dao sent down their Dao soldiers, his pressure was greatly reduced.
On this battlefield, where the lines are clearly drawn yet partially chaotic, a cultivator like him, whose cultivation level is at the Yuan Dan realm but who possesses the power to slay immortals, is like a fish in water. As long as he maintains a proper balance, reaping monsters and accumulating merit is no problem at all.
Since monsters exceeding the limit will naturally be stopped by equivalent Dao soldiers, there is no need for that nagging spirit artifact to lend a hand.
"May I ask which country you come from, my friend?"
However, although Feng Bingwen was single-minded and focused on killing the monsters born from the corruption of the extraterrestrial beasts in order to accumulate merit, many of the Dao soldiers who descended from the cave noticed him. When he spoke, a commander-like figure immediately took the opportunity to ask him questions.
Because a cultivator like Feng Bingwen was simply too conspicuous in their eyes. Although the aura he exuded was not particularly strong, he was able to cross borders and kill demons from beyond the realm.
With such strength, if they were in their own Dao Kingdom, they would be chosen by a celestial being to be the ruler, and their future would be limitless.
Of course, aside from his ridiculously powerful killing ability, Feng Bingwen's appearance also intrigued them. They were a race that resembled humans but were somewhat different, with an average height of over ten feet.
Compared to them, Feng Bingwen's usual height only reached their upper thighs. Of course, the Dao body he occasionally manifested through the Dharma of Heaven and Earth was hundreds of feet long, so there was no need for comparison.
"Daoguo?"
Feng Bingwen, who was busy slaughtering monsters, spared a moment of attention when he heard the question. A thought struck him, and he made a guess.
The thirty-six grotto-heavens left behind by the Supreme Daoist Master must be even more vast than he imagined.
“I am different from you; I am not from the Dao Kingdom!”
Without much thought, Feng Bingwen replied that he had not concealed his identity; there was nothing to hide about it, and these people could all be considered his own.
"Not from the Dao Kingdom?"
The white-armored commander who had asked the question was slightly taken aback by the unexpected answer, but he quickly recovered and stared intently at Feng Bingwen, his attitude quite different from before.
"Could you perhaps be a disciple of a celestial being?"
"If the immortals you're talking about are those mentioned above, then I can tell you very clearly that I am not; I'm just somewhat related!"
Feng Bingwen was very direct: in the Supreme Dao, those who can manage a grotto-heaven must be celestial immortals; if they are too weak, it would be a complete waste.
As for the Supreme Dao Celestial Immortals who are related to him, apart from the Dao Lord who is likely at a higher level, the only other one is his master's biological father, and even then, there is a further layer of relationship between them.
"You are indeed a disciple of the lineage established by the immortals!"
Feng Bingwen's explanation calmed the Daoist soldiers around him somewhat, but their gazes remained intense. Without his request, several different Daoist soldiers split up and gathered around him.
What are you doing?
Seeing the thousands of Dao soldiers surrounding him, Feng Bingwen was truly helpless. He had only slightly revealed his identity, yet he received such treatment.
If he were one of those spoiled second-generation immortals from other major sects, born into a prestigious family but incompetent, merely coming here to gain experience and gild his reputation, he would be overjoyed to be actively protected by these Dao soldiers.
But not him. For him, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He could simply close his eyes, kill cleanly and efficiently, and accumulate merits without having to bear too much karma.
"Protect your safety and ensure you are protected from any harm on the battlefield!"
A cavalry general answered methodically, and as he spoke, he thrust out his spear and stabbed a ferocious monster that had emerged from the mountains to its death.
"I came here voluntarily to undergo training, and you are hindering my cultivation!"
Feng Bingwen looked serious. These guys were quite enthusiastic, cleaning up all the monsters around him, which made him feel very distressed.
"this……"
"Retreat immediately! I don't need your protection. You can go and find other disciples. There should be others like me who may need your protection even more than I do!"
When it comes to cultivation, even though these Dao soldiers were extremely enthusiastic, most of them had to disperse. Even so, several hundred elite Dao soldiers still voluntarily followed him to protect him and be on guard against the powerful monsters that might endanger his life.
At this point, Feng Bingwen acquiesced and allowed them to follow him. His outstanding performance easily attracted the attention of monsters deeper in the battlefield, monsters capable of fighting immortals, including some that had transformed from ancient alien species.
However, Feng Bingwen was also well-versed in guerrilla tactics. After a massacre, he would move on to another place and continue the slaughter, never lingering in one place for too long. Therefore, even if a powerful monster set its sights on him, it would be difficult for it to overcome the numerous obstacles.
After all, the Dao soldiers released by the Supreme Dao Immortals were no pushovers. The weakest among them had the cultivation of the Yuan Dan realm, and some of the generals even possessed the power of a Human Immortal. With the support of the military formation, the combined power they unleashed was enough to make the sun and moon lose their color and mountains and rivers tremble.
With the protection of these Taoist soldiers, and because Feng Bingwen himself knew how to avoid danger and seek advantage, he never ventured deep into the battlefield. Therefore, his merits were steadily increasing at a steady pace.
This made Feng Bingwen even happier. He became more and more energetic when slaughtering those monsters that he could now appreciate and find pleasing to the eye. Such a good thing was rare, not to mention a hundred years, even a thousand years. He had to seize the opportunity.
While he was focused on the killing, he did not forget to spend a small portion of his time communicating with the Dao soldiers around him. They were also intelligent, no less so than humans. In fact, they could be considered a branch of the human race, but they possessed certain peculiar powers.
After Feng Bingwen first demonstrated his frank and straightforward nature, the Dao soldiers who followed him and claimed to protect his safety answered all his questions. As a result, Feng Bingwen was able to learn about some of the resources and strengths of his sect.
Just as he had guessed and predicted, in each of the thirty-six grotto-heavens opened up by the Daoist, there was an intelligent race that had evolved from humans or had a very close relationship with humans, who lived and multiplied there.
However, due to the special nature of the grotto-heavens, the races that live and reproduce within them inevitably worship the immortals who govern the grotto-heavens, since everything in the grotto-heavens is subject to their will.
However, immortals do not cultivate the divine path and do not need incense offerings. They generally adopt an indifferent attitude towards the worship of the creatures and races in their grotto-heavens, only providing appropriate guidance.
Therefore, among the many grotto-heavens, the Dao Kingdom, which reveres the Supreme Dao Immortals, was born. In the Dao Kingdom, everyone cultivates and seeks the Dao—the spiritual energy contained within the grotto-heavens is sufficient to support this.
With enough time, these Daoist kingdoms will naturally be able to cultivate a Daoist army capable of fighting for the Celestial Immortals.
"I see. Then what's going on?"
Feng Bingwen pointed to a scene that was happening not far away, where he saw a Dao soldier die tragically in the mouth of a monster. Similar things were happening from time to time in various places in the Taishang Dao Mountain Gate Continent.
Of course, along with the fall of these Dao soldiers, many more monsters were killed. After all, compared to the well-trained Dao Lord legion, which knew how to cooperate with each other and had a large number of magical treasures to squander, these monsters, who relied on instinct and did not know how to cooperate, were simply not worth mentioning. Apart from their numerical advantage, they had nothing else to offer.
However, although the Dao soldiers perished, the commotion they caused was truly extraordinary, unlike the Yuan Dan cultivators that Feng Bingwen knew of.
When these Dao soldiers fall, except for a very few whose Yuan Dan is detonated because they are swallowed by monsters, the Yuan Dan they cultivated actually flies away when the vast majority of Dao soldiers die in battle—this is a bit outrageous.
Although Yuan Dan cultivators possess many extraordinary abilities, they are still not detached from the mortal realm. Once their bodies are destroyed, even if only a Yuan Dan remains, it is of no use, as it is difficult for them to possess another body and be reborn. This is something that only Human Immortal cultivators can do.
A cultivator in the Cave Profound Realm, who is revered as a human immortal, can abandon his physical body, escape his Yin spirit, and be reborn by seizing another's body when necessary. However, after that, his path to immortality is basically destroyed.
"This is the work of a celestial being!"
Seeing Feng Bingwen's confusion, a young Dao soldier following him immediately answered his question. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a Yuan Dan that was about to fly into the sky and handed it to Feng Bingwen.
"Please take a look!"
Feng Bingwen took the Yuan Dan and saw that it was indeed different. The surface of this Yuan Dan was covered with a faint golden light, but it was only a faint golden light. According to the original classification, this pill could be considered a fourth-grade true pill!
If an ordinary cultivator were to cultivate a Yuan Dan of this grade, they would have a chance to become a Human Immortal. As for higher realms, they should just give up and go to sleep; they shouldn't be daydreaming about such things.
"A very mixed aura!"
Upon closer inspection, Feng Bingwen discovered more clues. On the surface of this true pill, there were many fine talismans engraved. Of course, the most crucial thing was that at its core, Feng Bingwen actually discovered the soul imprints of more than ten people.
What does this mean?
This indicates that this elixir was once held and refined by at least ten cultivators, which is why it was able to leave its mark at the very core.
This situation reminded Feng Bingwen of a kind of evil method that was extremely popular among unorthodox sects. Some cultivators who lacked talent or were unable to cultivate the Yuan Dan for various reasons would try every means to obtain a pill and use it for their own purposes through secret methods.
However, because they did not cultivate it themselves, they are far inferior to true Yuan Dan cultivators. Such cultivators who break through to the next level through evil methods are called fake Yuan Dan cultivators, and they are at the very bottom of this realm.
At this moment, Feng Bingwen saw this kind of evil technique, which was scorned by the orthodox Taoist sects, in his own sect. Of course, compared with the evil techniques circulating outside, this one in his own sect was simply miraculous.
The Green Gourd Sword Immortal
He had never heard of any sect or clan that possessed a secret technique that allowed ten cultivators to inherit a single Yuan Dan in succession.
But now, he has seen with his own eyes that the Yuan Dan in his hand has been inherited by at least ten people. This also takes into account the possibility that the imprint in the Yuan Dan may collapse and dissipate due to the long time that has passed.
If you calculate it that way, the one in his hand can't even be considered a simple Yuan Dan; it can be considered an extremely special magic weapon, because only magic weapons can be continuously inherited by different cultivators.
"Is there a secret method in the Dao Kingdom that allows ordinary cultivators to directly refine this kind of Yuan Dan?"
Having made a guess, Feng Bingwen directly asked the Dao soldier beside him.
"That's right!"
Dao Bing's answer confirmed Feng Bingwen's conjecture: the immortals of the Supreme Dao had indeed perfected that secret technique that should have been called an evil art.
For example, in this chaotic battlefield, the vast majority of the Dao soldiers fighting against numerous monsters did not cultivate their own power, but rather gained their combat strength by inheriting the Yuan Dan accumulated by the Dao Kingdom.
At the moment of their death, their Yuan Dan, which is inscribed with special talismans, will automatically fly back. If it cannot return, it will explode on the spot, destroying everything in its path.
Upon hearing this secret technique, Feng Bingwen finally understood his previous doubts: a Daoist army formation with tens of thousands of soldiers based on Yuan Dan realm cultivators.
If we include all the Dao soldiers that the Supreme Dao can cultivate in its thirty-six grotto-heavens and seventy-two blessed lands, wouldn't their total number exceed one million?
A cultivator with the power of a million-dollar pill!
What a terrifying number! Even if celestial beings blocked their path, they could be pushed aside by sheer numbers.
But thinking about it, it doesn't make any sense at all. No matter how powerful the Supreme Dao is, it's just a sect or school, and it's not worthwhile to cultivate so many Yuan Dan cultivators. Where would they get so many resources? If they really have that kind of foundation, they might as well focus on cultivating a few Heavenly Immortal seeds.
In retrospect, these terrifyingly numerous Dao soldiers are the foundation accumulated over tens of thousands of years since the founding of the Supreme Dao. They have hardly ever appeared in the world, so the outside world has never known their fame.
"This is terrifying!"
Although he deduced the truth, Feng Bingwen was still shocked. Among the Dao soldiers, although only one in a hundred cultivators had truly cultivated the Yuan Dan, the vast majority of them had fake Yuan Dan.
However, this number is enough to make up for everything. If the Dao soldiers of the Supreme Dao are released, and the high-level combat forces do not come out, Feng Bingwen believes that the Supreme Dao sect alone is enough to sweep across the world.
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