Chapter 249 Yan Zu
The mountains are as vast as the sea, and the setting sun is as red as blood.
The roars faded into the distance, and the sounds of spells and magical artifacts exploding gradually subsided.
Thick, black bloodstains have congealed on the walls of Mingfeng Mountain Immortal City.
Beneath the city wall lay a large number of demonic beast corpses, as well as those of cultivators.
Some of the more resilient monsters had not yet completely died, and they let out low moans.
The air was filled with the smell of burning.
Under the command of the high-level cultivators, the low-level cultivators were divided into two groups: one group searched for survivors of the battle, and the other group dealt with the remaining monster corpses.
Some cultivators had their limbs bitten off by demonic beasts, some had their bellies torn apart, and some were cut in half by spells such as wind blades.
However, if a cultivator who has suffered external injuries is given a healing elixir and carefully recuperates, they will be able to continue fighting after a few days.
Lin Qiubai's sharp eyes betrayed his exhaustion. He sighed deeply and gave the order:
"You continue cleaning up the battlefield, I'll go and report to the ancestors."
Today marks the tenth day since the battle began, and the intensity of the monsters' attacks has far exceeded everyone's original expectations.
The attack began at sunrise and ended as the sun set and darkness fell.
The offensive was like a surging tide, one wave after another, with no time to stop.
There are Chaoyuan-stage monsters hiding among the beast horde, and the city walls are breached by them from time to time.
Lin Qiubai acted like a firefighter, constantly launching wide-range attacks to resolve the crisis on the city wall.
Other cultivators in the Chaoyuan stage did the same thing as him.
As the sword rang out, he moved like a beam of light towards the summit of the immortal city.
He stopped in front of a cave on the mountaintop, and the cave door slowly opened.
"Qiu Bai, come in."
A kind voice rang out, carrying a special magnetism that made people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
Lin Qiubai strode into the cave, and even though he was very tired, his stride was still measured with a ruler and compass.
Each step is two feet and seven inches, no more and no less.
The round-faced cultivator, resembling a wealthy old man, extended his hand, gesturing for his disciple to sit down, and said gently:
"The battle is over. What are your thoughts on this?"
The cultivator was none other than Yu Xiao Zhenren, a Golden Core cultivator from the Golden Spirit Sect.
"The intensity of the battle has reached the limit for low-level cultivators. Although there is a rotation system, based on the intensity of the attack, Mingfeng Mountain Immortal City cannot hold out for more than a few months."
Unless we send more disciples to the Immortal City, the rear will be relatively weak.
Lin Qiubai pondered, expressing his current pessimism about the long-term defense of Mingfeng Mountain.
Today, he has consumed 70% of his magical power, reaching a critical point.
As magical energy continues to be depleted, simply consuming pills and meditating for a night is not enough to replenish it.
He is currently at the fourth stage of the Chaoyuan realm, which is stronger than most cultivators of the same level. Other cultivators will inevitably face a more severe situation.
"If we increase the defensive strength of the mountain-protecting formation, the situation will be much better."
If the intensity of the attacks continues to be just as high in the coming days, I will discuss the matter with my fellow Daoists.
Master Yuxiao said firmly, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
Based on the previous pattern of demonic calamities, the Central Continent would send Nascent Soul cultivators to oversee the situation, allowing the Golden Core cultivators of the Western Continent to fight with relative peace of mind.
With the accompanying Golden Core cultivators and the hundreds of late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators who came with the intention of gaining experience and engaging in combat, the situation would certainly not be so passive.
When the Golden Spirit Sect moved to the Western Continent, several major sects made guarantees.
With reinforcements yet to arrive, the Golden Core cultivators dared not act rashly.
He heard the cultivators of Fallen Maple Valley recount the last demonic calamity. When faced with a large immortal city target, the demonic beasts' strategy was to first besiege and wear it down, and only launch a fierce attack after several months.
This time, the situation faced by the immortal city was completely different. There was almost no siege phase; it went straight into a fierce attack.
He pondered the changes in this demonic calamity and dared not act rashly.
The spirit boat passed through the Chaoyang Peak formation and hovered above the treasure pavilion on the mountainside.
A figure leaped down from the flying boat and casually sent out a golden communication sword.
The golden sword soared into the air, like a bird flying towards the mountaintop.
Upon hearing the sound, Jia Yu walked out of the main hall.
"Junior Brother Qin, why are you back?"
A bad feeling rose in his heart. The other party was on a guard mission to Mingfeng Mountain Immortal City and should not have returned to the sect for a year or two.
Qin Yan glanced back and said with a wry smile:
"Senior brother, the situation on the front lines is much more difficult than expected."
The attacks of the demonic beasts came wave after wave. The Demon King had not yet appeared, but the mountain-protecting formation was already fully activated, and several patriarchs began to oversee the front lines.
The demonic beasts attacked like madmen, completely tying down the cultivators in Mingfeng Mountain Immortal City.
The medium-sized strongholds established around the Immortal City were breached one by one, resulting in heavy casualties among both sect cultivators and independent cultivators.
Except for a very few exceptionally powerful individuals who managed to break through the encirclement and return to the Immortal City, all other cultivators became prey for the demonic beasts.
The defensive line planned to be built around the Immortal City was breached by more than half of it halfway through half a month after the full-scale outbreak of the demon calamity.
Jia Yu was stunned:
"Have the demon kings gone mad? Is their goal to drive human cultivators out of the Western Continent?"
If this is indeed the case, it means that there must be a Nascent Soul stage demon beast involved behind the scenes.
Qin Yan let out a long breath, "Who knows? Even though we've broken through to the Chaoyuan stage, in the face of such a great battle, we can only manage to protect ourselves."
A sense of powerlessness welled up inside him, and he unconsciously clenched his fists.
As the two were talking, a golden sword carrying a message flew down from the mountaintop.
Qin Yan took the golden sword and probed it with his divine sense, quickly reading its contents.
"Senior brother, the Ancestor summons you, please excuse me."
"Junior brother, go quickly."
Jia Yu watched the other person leave, and after a long while, gently shook her head:
"These are turbulent times; the situation is about to become unstable."
He turned and went back into the main hall, leaving behind a soft sigh.
Outside the hall, the leaves rustled, and a few yellowing leaves swirled and fell.
Inside the cave, Master Zhengyang listened calmly to his disciple's report and said indifferently:
"It's better to rely on yourself than on others. If others don't give to us, we'll be in a very passive position."
"The future of our sect and the Western Continent ultimately depends on you."
The biggest problem in the Western Continent is the lack of a Nascent Soul cultivator to oversee things; otherwise, the situation in Mingfeng Mountain Immortal City would not have fallen into such a passive state.
If a Nascent Soul cultivator is backing them up, a Golden Core cultivator will dare to go out of the city to fight.
"What arrangements have been made at the front, and how do we need to cooperate?"
Qin Yan said in a low voice:
"After discussion, the elders decided that each sect should send one more Golden Core stage warrior and several high-level cultivators to stabilize the situation at the front."
As he spoke, he took out a jade slip containing information personally recorded by Master Yuxiao.
Master Zhengyang picked up the jade slip, opened it with the secret key agreed upon by the two Golden Core cultivators, and then placed it on his forehead.
His expression shifted between anger and uncertainty, and finally he sighed deeply.
"Using your hidden resources so early? Fine, please follow me."
The Immortal City of Mingfeng Mountain has spent a great deal of resources and effort on this, and must hold out for a sufficient amount of time before it can be considered to have completed its mission.
As long as the immortal city stands, it will remain an insurmountable obstacle for the demon beasts, and the demon kings will not dare to attack the heartland of the human cultivators with peace of mind.
According to the original plan, the three sects intended to keep the enemy outside their respective spheres of influence.
The support from Central Continent arrived too late, rendering much of their effort futile.
Now we can only hope that the Immortal City can hold out long enough until reinforcements arrive.
In this way, although it cannot completely prevent small groups of monsters from sneaking into the heartland to cause trouble, it can still protect the basic territory.
A fiery cloud, as brilliant as the sunset, rose from beneath the feet of Master Zhengyang, lifting him and Qin Yan to the treasure pavilion halfway up the mountain.
Jia Yu immediately cupped his hands and said:
"Our esteemed ancestor has graced us with his presence; we have failed to greet you properly."
Zheng Yang nodded slightly and said in a deep voice:
"Nephew, open the secret vault."
Jia Yu was greatly surprised, paused for a moment, and then turned to the side and said:
"Ancestor, Junior Brother Qin, please!"
He turned and strode forward, using a hand seal to break the restriction.
Part of the wall slowly receded and parted to the sides, revealing a polished gray stone wall.
A flash of light, and the stone wall disappeared, revealing a doorway about ten feet high and four feet wide.
Qin Yan followed last into the vault. He had never been fortunate enough to enter a sect's secret vault before, and he wondered what kind of things in the vault could possess the combat power of a Golden Core cultivator.
magic weapon?
Even with a magical artifact, using it once could probably drain the mana of a cultivator in the Chaoyuan stage.
Due to the nature of magical artifacts, it is impossible for several cultivators to control them together.
Besides, it seems that the two patriarchs of the sect each only have one magic weapon, so the sect cannot possibly have any extra magic weapons to use.
The secret vault had a ceiling height of five zhang (approximately 10 meters), with huge cylindrical light curtains rising in the middle.
The multicolored light of the barrier shone brightly, dazzling the eyes.
It was impossible to see what was inside, and there were no signs.
"Do not touch the barrier of light, or you will attract the attack of the formation."
Jia Yu turned back and gave a word of instruction, then made a hand seal. The beam of light went up or down and disappeared into the rock wall, leaving the secret vault empty.
Just as Qin Yan was wondering, he saw a yellow light flashing on the stone slab on the ground, and surging demonic power echoed in the secret vault, with the pressure of the Golden Core stage spreading wantonly.
Under the impact of the powerful aura, he felt his breath catch in his throat.
A monster, over three zhang tall and resembling a giant pangolin, appeared.
The difference is that the monster has white horns growing from the tip of its nose, resembling a rhinoceros.
Qin Yan's heart pounded wildly. He had previously thought that since there was only Senior Brother Jia in the secret vault, and the other party would sometimes go out, was it too hasty to rely solely on the array for defense?
In retrospect, I realize that my thinking was too hasty!
A powerful demon at the Golden Core stage is guarding this place; Senior Brother Jia is just a figurehead!
Master Zhengyang bowed respectfully and said in a deep voice:
"Ancestor Yan, we still need to ask you to come out of seclusion for the sake of our sect."
His attitude was very respectful, because several hundred years before he broke through to the Golden Core stage, the guardian spirit beast raised by the sect had already broken through to the Golden Core stage.
This is a closely guarded secret, a legacy left to the sect by our ancestors.
He condensed his voice into a thread and recounted the events of Mingfeng Mountain.
He explained in great detail, and the spirit beast's lantern-sized eyes blinked, indicating that it could understand.
"I don't understand your strategy, and I'm too lazy to bother figuring it out."
I'm willing to go just to help protect it.
However, if the situation becomes extremely critical, I'm going to abandon everything and run away!
The earth dragon beast spoke in human language, saying that Mingfeng Mountain was not the ancestral home of a sect, and it wouldn't truly fight to the death.
(End of this chapter)
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