Mountain Warfare Beyond the Mountains, the Great Sage Displays His Might!

Legend.

In High Antiquity times, the great shaman Wu was ordered to manage the eight hundred volcanoes. He inadvertently came into contact with a strange insect that lived in the magma deep within the volcanoes. The strange insect fed on the great shaman's flesh, bone marrow, and even soul. It had a small appetite but was very lively and scurried around inside Wu's body all day long.

Each time, it triggers excruciating pain that feels like it's tearing your heart apart.

The strange insect possesses two sharp pincers, which even a great shaman would find difficult to contend with. Furthermore, it can shift between reality and illusion, operating without restraint.

There are virtually no ways to control it, making it difficult to eliminate.

Its power is not great, and its reproduction is subject to many restrictions, resulting in an extremely small population. The marrow, flesh, blood, and even souls and thoughts it absorbs cannot keep up with the normal growth and expansion of a great shaman.

Therefore, it is not fatal.

But there is only one thing—

Pain!

An indescribable pain!

For forty-nine days and nights, Wu screamed in agony, but finally could not bear it any longer. The mighty shaman could not endure the pain and deliberately exploded to find relief.

Horrified by the High Antiquity.

This strange insect, resembling an ant and as small as a grain of rice, was said to emit a faint roar like a tiger as it gnawed and swam. Furthermore, the great shaman "Wu" was indirectly killed by this insect, hence the world called it—

'The Yanxiao Devouring Wu Ant'!

The great shaman 'Wu' died by self-destruction, also turning the High Antiquity strange insect into dust. Only a trace of his bloodline remained in the world, evolving into the 'Yanxiao Devouring Wu Ant' of today.

Although it no longer possesses the power of High Antiquity, it still retains some of its might. The pain of its bite is enough to terrify even immortals, and is unbearable for Changsheng cultivators.

The so-called "Yanxiao Torture" is the punishment of Yanxiao Devouring Wu Ant, which is one of the most cruel punishments in both the immortal and mortal realms.

The Thunder General of the Heavenly Court Thunder Ministry, Plague-Driving Essence-Slaying Thunder General, once wrote a book called "The Odd-Insect Heart Sutra Insects," which listed 7,482 strange insects in the world. He ranked the 365 most powerful and bizarre types of strange insects and established the "Odd-Insect Ranking."

The Six-Winged Golden Silkworm ranks ninth.

Yanxiao Devouring Wu Ant, ranking tenth!

"The Divine Empyrean Sect used twenty-five heavenly horses to tie the head and limbs of the third junior brother. With five horses working together, they exerted force from five directions at the same time, tearing the third junior brother's torso, limbs, and head off and suppressing them under the six dragon veins."

"Then they took the larvae of the 'Yanxiao Devouring Wu Ant' and placed them in six places on the body. As the larvae continued to grow by breaking through bones and sucking marrow, the pain intensified."

"At the foot of Mount Meng Kingdom Black Bell Mountain, one can faintly hear the roars of ferocious beasts, as if the eighteen levels of hell are hidden there, which is where my third junior brother's head is located!"

Lin Ye clenched his fists, his lips turned white, and his eyes were filled with pain and boundless hatred.

These years.

Whenever she thought of Wen Guang, Lin Ye felt as if a thousand insects and ants were gnawing at her body. She couldn't imagine what kind of torment that must have been, so she poured all her energy into her cultivation, hoping to rescue him as soon as possible.

It is precisely because of this that, in the previous 100,000 years, she was only at the peak of the Tribulation Transcendence stage, but in the last 10,000 years, her cultivation has advanced by leaps and bounds, and she has already reached the Mahayana Pinnacle.

"Divine Empyrean Sect".

Lu Qingfeng's eyes were calm and deep, like a still pool.

Looking up to the north, he opened his palm and saw a miniature divine knife, glowing with a ghostly, blood-red light, lying quietly in his hand.

"This knife—"

Lin Ye glanced at it, and in an instant, he felt a crimson glow before his eyes, and an endless murderous aura filled his heart, as if it wanted to fight against heaven and earth and destroy the world. Such a ferocious weapon, how could Lin Ye dare to look at it any longer, and he quickly looked away.

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

"What a strange knife!"

His chest heaved as he gasped for breath, finally reviving. Not daring to look at the blade, Lin Ye looked up at his teacher. The boy's face, pale with a rosy glow, now gleamed faintly with a blood-red light from the demonic blade, adding a touch of sinister allure.

Seeing the teacher gazing out of the mountains, Lin Ye's heart stirred, and he couldn't help but look towards the north as well.

The northern sky.

Immortal Master Zhengqing held a sharp sword, and a Golden Tiger rode on the wind and thunder, running endlessly, exuding a terrifying Sha Qi.

With a huff.

The white clouds are scattered for thousands of miles.

Below the clouds.

Daoist Jiyuan stood with his hands behind his back, his long hair flowing gracefully like that of an immortal. Beneath his feet, Immortal Crane cried softly, its wings flapping as it soared, its flight no less impressive than the Golden Tiger above.

The two leaders headed south side by side.

The former had a frosty face and exuded a chilling aura.

The latter is leisurely and carefree, without a trace of worldly concerns.

Daoist Jiyuan's robes fluttered, he gazed towards the Southern Borderlands: "Yun Qing and Yun De are not worthy of being mentioned, but the two demons of the Savage Wilderness Chi Yin and black clouds are quite powerful. Even I, outside of the Hao Kingdom, would not be able to capture them alive."

"That Daoist priest—"

In his mind, he recalled the scene outside Seven Treasures Mountain that the Daoist Nun Cheng Jin had described—

The Daoist priest effortlessly captured four sixth-level experts in succession, all in a single move.

"At least at the Heavenly Realm!"

The Fourth Realm Earth Immortal: Dust-Cleansing, Immortal Destiny, Dao Establishment, and Heaven-Soaring.

Longevity Earth Immortal are free from calamities and tribulations, and are immortal and indestructible. Their cultivation takes tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years. Therefore, even among Earth Immortal of the same realm, their combat strength can be worlds apart.

If we also take into account the differences in Cultivation Method, Immortal Artifact, and Divine Ability, the gap between the strongest and the weakest becomes even more enormous.

Even so.

Let's leave Yun Qing and Yun De aside for now.

Those Chi Yin and Black Glow were, after all, genuine sixth-order demons of the Dust -Dust-Cleansing Realm. Even if they rashly broke into the Hao Kingdom, relying on the advantage of the terrain, Daoist Jiyuan would not dare to boast of capturing them alive.

Let alone mention Hao Kingdom.

"Capture him with a backhand?"

Daoist Jiyuan shook his head and looked at the Immortal Master Zhengqing in the sky, "I'm afraid this trip will be fruitless."

He was thinking to himself, and also pondering how to deal with that Daoist priest later.

They remained silent the entire way.

In the blink of an eye.

Before long, Seven Treasures Mountain came into view.

"Arrive."

Through the clouds, Daoist Jiyuan could only see a Flame Demon God in the form of Zhurong hovering above Seven Treasures Mountain. Before the demon god, a cauldron swirled, emanating booming sounds. Each boom was accompanied by waves of heat, and along with the heat waves came piercing screams from within.

"Refining Immortals with Fierce Fire".

"What a powerful dragon crossing the river!"

Upon seeing this, Daoist Jiyuan's eyes gleamed with a strange light. Instead of immediately descending on his crane, he paused briefly in the clouds, as if waiting for something.

The next moment.

Daoist Jiyuan chuckled softly.

"Presumptuous!"

The Immortal Master Zhengqing riding the Golden Tiger above, upon seeing the scene below, burst forth with fury. His eyes widened, and his long hair danced wildly. Without any apparent effort, he spurred the Golden Tiger forward, and it truly charged down the mountain like a fierce tiger, heading straight for Seven Treasures Mountain.

Hundreds of miles were covered in the blink of an eye.

Outside Seven Treasures Mountain, even before Daoist Nun Cheng Jin and Daoist Yuan Shan could react, they saw the Daoist from Outer Dao the heavens riding Golden Tiger, wielding a sharp sword, and attacking with a single strike—

Clang!

The sword light shot straight up to the heavens, threatening to shatter the Seven Treasures Mountain.

"The Divine Firmament Sect Leader!"

Upon seeing this imposing force, Cheng Jin and Yuanshan's expressions changed, and they quickly dodged the attack.

Inside and outside Seven Treasures Mountain, the cultivators, whose cultivation was far inferior to those of the Mount Mao Daoists, only reacted when the sword light was almost upon them. Terrified, they hastily summoned their escape techniques, creating wind and mist, and fled in all directions.

Looking down from the sky.

The demon god appeared as bright as the sun, and with a sword coming from the west, he was about to annihilate the golden crow. Figures shot out from the flames like celestial maidens scattering flowers.

The chaos is beyond description.

Fortunately, most cultivators anticipated that Seven Treasures Mountain would not be peaceful in the future and had already retreated. Only a portion of the Seven Treasures Mountain cultivators and a few others who were either on good terms with Seven Treasures Mountain and came to lend a hand, or who had some connection with Seven Treasures Mountain, remained.

The intentions of the latter two are self-evident.

With the imminent arrival of the fierce threat, the cultivators who had harbored opportunistic intentions scattered like birds and monkeys. Their minds were shaken, and they had no time to care about anything else, fleeing for their lives!

"Call!"

Cheng Jin and Yuanshan, being the most skilled and fastest in their respective fields, were not the targets of Immortal Master Zhengqing and thus avoided the danger from afar. When they turned around and looked back, they witnessed this scene.

"A bunch of fence-sitters."

Daoist Nun Cheng Jin snorted inwardly, quite disdainful.

Daoist Yuan Shan was captivated by the splendor of that sword strike.

The sword flashed, arriving in an instant, unleashing a thunderous roar as it was about to slay the demon god.

But just as the sword light was a hair's breadth away from the head of the Zhurong Demon God, a streak of blood-red light emerged from Seven Treasures Mountain, arriving first and blooming leisurely.

Half the sky was dyed blood red.

Boom!

It was like a deafening roar that seemed to split the heavens and the earth.

Cheng Jin and Yuanshan watched as the sword light shattered, and blood continued to flow along the path where the sword had struck—

Golden Light flashed wildly.

Immortal Master Zhengqing was struck as if by a heavy blow, and his entire body flew hundreds of miles away.

"Puff!"

A sharp pain shot through his chest, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, spilling blood into the sky. The divine sword in his hand was struck, and with a series of clangs, dozens of nicks appeared.

The once divine sword of the sect leader was now in a pitiful state.

The Golden Tiger beneath the immortal master transformed into a Golden Light that enveloped the immortal Immortal Master Zhengqing the moment the blood-red light struck, but then shattered instantly, dissipating into the world as its essence.

"That's—"

Cheng Jin and Yuanshan felt a dryness in their mouths as their throats moved.

Others may not know, but these immortal masters certainly do: the Golden Tiger of the Divine Empyrean Sect was forged using Secret Method and nourished by the Wang Chao's fortune. Even the most prosperous Wang Chao like the Meng Kingdom and Hao Kingdom, which existed for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, could not escape the cycle of Wang Chao.

Even over ten thousand years, it would take forever to raise such a Golden Tiger.

It would probably take several Wang Chao rising and falling, and tens of thousands of years of Secret Method to cultivate such a climate.

Once forged—

Human Path's fortune is boundless, Golden Tiger's power is limitless.

It can be used for both offense and defense, and can ward off all evil spirits.

Even Cheng Jin and Yuanshan, when facing them, could only flee at the mere sight of the wind.

Now, however, they have been shattered in a single blow!

"This--"

The two were shocked.

However, before the shock could even subside, the crimson light continued to flash six times in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Each time, it traversed hundreds of miles forward, each time accompanied by a deafening boom. Immortal Master Zhengqing was sent flying backward like a sandbag, utterly powerless to resist.

The robes he wore emitted bursts of tiger roars and dragon cries, filled with sorrow.

"Hundred-Patch Demon-Subduing Robe!"

Cheng Jin and Yuanshan did not turn their eyes for a moment.

Even a fifth-order True Immortal could only see the blood and Golden Light flashing on the field, and the battle would move thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, but could not see the situation inside.

However, Cheng Jin and the other man could barely make out a few marks:

The young Daoist priest wore a green robe, with a Green Bamboo branch tied in his hair. He had one hand behind his back and the other holding a knife, casually slashing and unleashing bursts of bloody light.

It may seem haphazard, but it is not.

Cheng Jin and Yuanshan, whose Daoist skills were limited, could not discern the true nature of the young Daoist, but seeing the miserable state of Immortal Master Zhengqing as he struggled to cope, they knew how formidable this young Daoist was.

After seven rounds and seven clashes, Immortal Master Zhengqing's Golden Tiger shattered and scattered, and his magic sword was broken and tattered.

Then, Golden Tiger and Golden Dragon continuously emerged from his robes to resist the terrifying attack.

Six offensives.

He shattered the three-headed Golden Tiger and the three Golden Dragons.

This time.

The Divine Empyrean Sect, with its foundation spanning two to three hundred thousand years, has vanished into thin air.

That's not all!

The magical sword in Immortal Master Zhengqing's hand, comparable to Immortal Artifact, was shattered in the second round. He then took out a jujube pit, an Iron Jar, and a palm-leaf fan.

After the collision.

The date pits were ground into powder.

The Iron Jar Heaven-Soaring.

Three more treasures.

Unlike the Golden Tiger and the Golden Dragon, as long as the Divine Empyrean Sect's fortunes are not exhausted, they will be able to replenish themselves sooner or later.

However, with these three treasures destroyed, the Divine Empyrean Sect will likely suffer a permanent loss of these three treasures without a tremendous fortuitous opportunity of luck.

Its destiny and foundation have been cut by 30%.

It was a devastating blow!

"Good!"

The Daoist Nun Cheng Jin and the Daoist Yuan Shan watched intently, overjoyed.

Upon closer inspection.

The bloodstains on the field faded, and a disheveled, blood-soaked Daoist priest in front of the young Daoist finally managed to stand firm.

Clad in Hundred-Patch Demon-Subduing Robe, and wielding Five-Brilliance Ghost-Subduing Fan!

He appeared to be insane yet was extremely miserable.

It is none other than the Immortal Master Zhengqing!

In contrast, the young Daoist priest had long, neat hair and clean clothes. He put away the Bloodlight Divine Path with a backhand, and a flash of green light appeared in his hand, revealing a Green Bamboo Staff.

Step forward.

Thump thump thump!

The terrified Immortal Master Zhengqing's expression changed drastically, and he retreated repeatedly.

"The Divine Empyrean Sword".

"Spell Jujube."

"Iron Jar".

"The Divine Empyrean Sect has lost three precious treasures in a row, and even the Golden Tiger and Golden Dragon have had seven heads cut off. This Daoist is incredibly fierce!"

Daoist Yuan Shan watched with eyes gleaming with Golden Light and utter satisfaction. For the Divine Empyrean Sect leader of the Shenxiao Sect, a figure of unparalleled stature throughout the entire Human Dao Dharma Domain, to suffer such a miserable fate was truly exhilarating.

Seeing Immortal Master Zhengqing staggering like a frightened bird, Daoist Chengjin couldn't help but click her tongue in amazement. Upon Daoist Nun Cheng Jin noticed that Immortal Master Zhengqing's 'Hundred-Patch Demon-Subduing Robe,' which had been passed down for countless years, had seven large holes torn in it, and the 'Five-Brilliance Ghost-Subduing Fan' in his hand was charred black.

If this fight continues for a few more rounds, the two most treasured artifacts of the Divine Empyrean Sect will likely be lost along with the Divine Empyrean Sword and the other two treasures.