Shushan: A Century of Idle Cultivation, Emerging as a Sword Immortal
Chapter 1027

A Human Beacon Leaves the Prodigies of Every City Dumbfounded

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At the northeastern horizon, stands an Ancient Gods and Devils Altar, mostly collapsed.

The frozen soil around the altar turned a dark red color, and the Resentment Qi left behind by countless ancient beings who died in battle solidified into a tangible form, manifesting in mid-air as a strange phenomenon of ten thousand ghosts wailing.

At this moment, a hundred miles away from the altar, at the foot of a cliff, more than a dozen young Cultivators from Greater Ghost in the Outer Domain were clinging tightly to the rock face.

Each of them was covered in breath-concealing talismans, and they didn't dare to even breathe loudly.

"This is insane! This Ancestral Land trial is absolutely insane!"

A Black Mountain City Ghost Cultivator clad in bronze armor spoke in a trembling voice.

He pointed to the Sha Qi altar in the distance, his hands trembling.

"That altar is home to at least eight Primordial Corpse Fiends at the Half-Step Heavenly Monarch level, and there are no fewer than thirty thousand True Lord Realm ghost soldiers surrounding it!"

"Don't even mention us, even if Blood Butcher from Rakshasa City came with his battle formation, they would die on the spot if they disturbed what was inside!"

The surviving Cultivator from the White Bone Sect standing beside him gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

Hold your breath, everyone!

"If we just sneak along the edge and kill a few lone Early True Lord Stage ghost beasts, we'll be considered successful if we get a dozen or so points."

"We must not reveal even the slightest Spiritual Qi, otherwise, if we attract a horde of ghosts, we'll all perish here!"

Everyone nodded, carefully concealing the Ghost Qi within their bodies, and moving slowly in the shadows like thieves.

For all those who enter the Ancestral Land Minor World for trials, every inch of this land is fraught with deadly danger.

The demons of the Primordial Battlefield have no sense of pain, and their perception is extremely sharp.

Therefore, concealing one's whereabouts and gradually consuming prey is the only survival Principle recognized by all the Ghost Domain the Ghost Realm.

However, just as this group of Ghost Cultivators had moved less than ten feet away...

Boom!

A deafening sonic boom suddenly echoed across the southern horizon.

Immediately afterwards, a dazzling golden beam of Qi and Blood ripped through the dim sky, sweeping in from afar and crushing down from the sky.

That Pure Yang Qi and Blood was simply too vast and too domineering.

In this desolate, sunless wasteland, this figure was like a blazing sun rising in the night, instantly illuminating the barren plains for thousands of miles around.

The dozen or so Outer Domain Ghost Cultivators below the cliff froze on the spot, each tilting their heads back with their mouths agape, wide enough to fit a fist.

"What... what is that thing?!"

The Cultivators of Black Mountain City nearly popped their eyes out, gasping in astonishment.

"Someone has pushed their Pure Yang Qi and Blood to its limit? Are they courting death?!"

"Such a commotion, wouldn't it attract all the Primordial Ghost Fiend within thousands of miles?!"

Before the words were even finished, the white-robed figure in the distance had already crossed the void and landed directly above the ancient altar.

The person who arrived was Chen Changqing.

He stood with his hands behind his back in the void, looking down at the densely packed Primordial Yin Soul below, making no attempt to conceal his presence.

Moreover, in order to lure out the scattered ghosts and monsters lurking deep underground, Chen Changqing once again activated the "Primordial Nine-Turn Body Refining Art" within his body.

Buzz!

A golden furnace of Qi and Blood manifested behind him, evolving into Heaven and Earth Manifestation, and a vast Daoist sound resounded Universe.

"Roar!!"

In an instant, the entire ancient altar erupted in chaos.

More than 30,000 True Lord -level ghost soldiers, who were originally in a dormant state, seemed to smell the fragrance of an unparalleled elixir and let out earth-shattering roars.

The earth cracked open, and eight Primordial Corpse Fiend corpse demons, each a thousand feet long and covered in corpse fluid, shot up from the bottom of the altar, transforming into eight earth-shattering gray tornadoes that rushed towards Chen Changqing.

Moreover, the Flying Yakshas, White Bone Demon Spider, and Headless Ghost Riders roaming within a radius of two thousand miles were all attracted by this "human-shaped beacon," converging from all directions into a black torrent that blotted out the sky.

The group of Outer Domain Ghost Cultivators below the cliff were so frightened that their legs went weak and they collapsed to the ground.

"It's all over! Everything's over!"

"With so many demons wreaking havoc, that idiot is doomed, and we'll be caught in the crossfire too!"

"Run! Get away from that lunatic!"

The dozen or so Ghost Cultivators were instantly annihilated and turned to flee in the opposite direction.

However, what happened next made them freeze in place.

Above the altar, facing the encirclement of tens of thousands of ghosts and the eight great Corpse Baleful Qi, Chen Changqing didn't even blink.

"You've come at the perfect time."

Chen Changqing's calm voice echoed throughout the surrounding area.

With a wave of his right hand, five Avatars at the Late True Lord Stage level once again stepped into the air.

This time, he didn't simply defend; instead, he pushed the art of offense to its extreme.

"Ten Thousand Swords Return to Origin, the Immortal Execution Sword World!"

Boom!

The Immortal Execution Sword, suspended in the sky, unleashed a dazzling Sword-Ray that shattered the river of time and space.

One sword strikes, and ten thousand follow.

Boundless Chaos Sword Qi intertwined in the sky, instantly transforming into a vast sword world independent of the Nine Netherworlds, enveloping the entire ancient altar along with tens of thousands of ghost tides as if covering the sky with one hand.

The first Avatar, wielding the Dragon-Patterned Sky-Splitting Spear, took a step forward, the spear flashing like a dragon.

The third move of the "Immortal-Extinguishing Three Spears" is: Heavenly-Immortal Execution!

A black spear beam, stretching for tens of thousands of feet, traversed the sky with an indomitable and domineering force, instantly stringing the three Half-Step Heavenly Monarch -level Corpse Baleful Qi at the forefront into a string of candied hawthorns.

The force of the spear exploded, and the three enormous, mountain-like ancient corpses instantly turned into ashes.

At the same time, the second Avatar raised the Haotian Hammer high with both hands, his body swelling in the wind, like a celestial king descending to the heavens.

"Chaotic Cloak Hammer Technique, Star Shatterer!"

The power of the Top-grade Immortal Artifact erupted completely; with a single hammer blow, the void collapsed.

The ground of the altar below was smashed into a bottomless abyss, and the two Primordial Corpse Fiend that could not dodge in time, along with more than 5,000 ghost soldiers around them, were crushed into dust by the violent thunder hammer force.

The main body and its five Avatar advance simultaneously.

Chen Changqing was like a tireless ancient Slaughter machine. Wherever he went, Sword Qi stretched for 30,000 miles. One sword could cleave a river, and another could cleave down a star.

There was no fancy pulling or dragging, and not a trace of hesitation.

Those Primordial Ghost Fiend that struck fear into the hearts of the geniuses of various cities were as fragile as wheat in a field within his Sword World, falling down in swathes.

[Defeat a Late True Lord Stage Ghost Soldier to gain 60,000 AFK Points!]

[Defeat Half-Step Heavenly Monarch level Primordial Corpse Fiend, gaining 1,600,000 AFK Points!]

[Defeat Half-Step Heavenly Monarch level Primordial Corpse Fiend, gaining 1,700,000 AFK Points!]

The system notification sounds formed a straight line in Chen Changqing's mind.

Below the distant cliff, the dozen or so Outer Domain Ghost Cultivators who were preparing to escape were all stunned.

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