The Secret of the Light Spot

Soon, the Shuixuan Warship arrived not far from the site of the surging elemental energy.

Although the mist within the Autumn Mountain Great Marsh was incredibly eerie, Ju Hua gained a basic understanding of the battle after several Loose Immortals skilled in reconnaissance reported the situation to him.

As expected, those fifty Primordial Spirit Fiendgods were no match for the Zhuanshui Clan's three-thousand-strong army. Even if they could stall for a while by leveraging the terrain, they were bound to be defeated given enough time.

"Are you certain there are no ambushes in the vicinity?" Ju Hua asked the scouts via voice transmission.

"None!" one Loose Immortal replied.

"I haven't detected any either!" another added.

"Neither have I!"

"..."

With every scout confirming the absence of an ambush, Ju Hua felt his tension ease slightly. Caution was necessary, but one could not let it hinder progress!

"All forces, attack!"

Ju Hua let out a thunderous shout, and the next moment, the pitch-black Qiuhua Sword appeared in his hand.

BOOM!

Ju Hua shifted his form, instantly transforming into a hundred-zhang giant, and charged into the battlefield ahead.

WHOOSH WHOOSH WHOOSH

Following closely behind him were the magnificent battle formations led by the Loose Immortals.

Once Ju Hua plunged into the fray, he quickly spotted two Primordial Spirit Fiendgods locked in combat with a battle formation.

Despite being two against one, these Fiendgods were merely average, and they were no match for the Loose Immortal commanding the Zhuanshui Clan's formation.

Upon Ju Hua's arrival, the two Fiendgods realized the situation was dire and attempted to flee, but the Loose Immortal, already holding the advantage, would hardly allow them to escape so easily.

The moment they tried to run, the Loose Immortal unleashed a binding treasure, harassing them relentlessly and forcing them to slow down to fend off the restraints.

Ju Hua caught up in a flash, his Qiuhua Sword slicing through the void as he engaged the two Fiendgods.

"You're courting death!"

The two Fiendgods roared in fury, their savage nature erupting as they swung their weapons toward Ju Hua.

Ju Hua was also a Primordial Spirit Fiendgod, but he was only at the early stage, while his two opponents were at the perfection stage.

In terms of raw foundation, Ju Hua was naturally inferior, but his realm of insight far surpassed theirs!

After exchanging blows for a short while, Ju Hua realized that their understanding of the Dao was pitifully low; they were nowhere near comprehending even a basic Dao.

The only reason these two could rival Loose Immortals was the sheer strength of their physical bodies.

Since they were physically robust, Ju Hua avoided head-on collisions, instead using his superior technique to toy with them. Soon, the two Fiendgods were struck by countless blows from Ju Hua's blade.

As their divine power was rapidly depleted, the speed at which their bodies could recover finally began to wane.

Suddenly—

SPLAT! SPLAT!

Ju Hua executed the Intercepting Kill Style, sweeping across the heads of both Fiendgods. The violent force shattered their skulls instantly, and this time, the heads they lost did not regenerate.

BOOM! BOOM!

The two massive Fiendgod corpses crashed to the ground, and Ju Hua felt a slight sense of relief.

Ever since his Qi-refining path had surpassed his Fiendgod path, he hadn't engaged in such close-quarters combat for a long time. Today's battle brought back a few memories of the past.

This was precisely why he had chosen to fight in his Fiendgod form today. He was destined to walk the path of a Fiendgod, and he wanted to use this opportunity while the enemies were weak to familiarize himself with this style of combat, lest he be caught off guard in the future.

The feeling isn't bad. After all, the Sword Dao is a path of slaughter and application; the sword was created for close-quarters killing! This kind of melee combat seems more conducive to my comprehension of the Sword Dao, Ju Hua thought to himself before turning his gaze toward the nearby Loose Immortal.

However, just as he was about to speak, his expression suddenly shifted.

Obscured by the mist, the Loose Immortal failed to notice the subtle change in Ju Hua's face, assuming that Ju Hua had some instructions for him.

"Does Fellow Daoist Ju Hua have any orders?" the Loose Immortal asked proactively.

"...You are Fellow Daoist He Feng, correct?" Ju Hua asked, then added, "You did well just now; I will record a merit for you!"

Hearing this, the Loose Immortal felt a surge of joy, though he remained composed on the surface. "My meager skills are nothing compared to yours, Fellow Daoist Ju Hua, to think you could shake two Fiendgods relying solely on your Primordial Spirit Fiendgod body!"

"Go and assist the others; we shall save the small talk for after the battle," Ju Hua said with a wave of his hand.

"Yes!"

The Loose Immortal didn't think twice. After acknowledging the order, he flew rapidly toward another area where the elemental energy was fluctuating violently.

Under the cover of the thick fog, the Loose Immortal quickly vanished from Ju Hua's sight.

"..."

Ju Hua remained silent. He turned around, his expression flickering with uncertainty as he looked at the two massive Fiendgod corpses nearby.

Just moments after he had slain them, his soul—which had been dormant for so long—suddenly stirred. Two specks of light, smaller than the ones he had encountered before, were pulled directly into his soul.

Could it be that these specks of light come from these Fiendgods? Ju Hua frowned. Previously, with the help of Qing Muling's jade pendant, he had speculated that the tiny specks he absorbed likely originated from a vast number of human souls.

Now that this scene had suddenly unfolded, Ju Hua was even more convinced of his hypothesis: those specks of light likely did not originate solely from human souls, as the primordial spirits of gods and demons also possessed them.

In a battle of that intensity, Ju Hua had been unable to hold back, so the primordial spirits of the two gods and demons had naturally vanished into thin air.

Ju Hua surmised that the specks of light he had just absorbed must have come from the primordial spirits of the two gods and demons he had slain.

"Time to check elsewhere!"

Ju Hua scanned his surroundings, then swiftly headed toward a location where the vital energy had been fluctuating violently but had now gone still.

A moment later, Ju Hua landed at the spot. Beneath his feet lay the massive corpse of a god-demon, and his own primordial spirit underwent another strange transformation, abruptly pulling a speck of light into itself.

It's basically confirmed. These specks of light come from the souls of living beings. Ordinary people don't cultivate, so their souls are weak; that's why magical treasures refined from the souls of countless commoners only contain a few specks. But the primordial spirits of gods and demons are powerful—a single one can form an entire speck! Ju Hua thought to himself. Without further hesitation, he flew rapidly toward another battlefield.

If his guess was correct, then this massive war ahead would surely generate a vast number of these specks of light!