Xian Ling Dies in Battle

For Demonic Path cultivators to break through to the Primordial Spirit realm, they must first overcome their own karmic obstacles and guard their true nature; otherwise, their minds will be devoured by Demon Baleful Intent energy, ultimately turning them into monsters that are neither human nor ghost.

Throughout history, almost all the Demonic Path cultivators who ascended to become Demon God gods in the Purple Yin Realm were Human Race Dao Lord who had become demons.

Only Human Race Dao Lord with extraordinary talent and wisdom, who possess both temperament and enlightenment, and who can maintain their own cultivation philosophy even after falling into demonic possession, have a greater chance of ascending to immortality.

For example, the Netherworld Ancestor, the number one Demonic Path cultivator in the Eastern Wilderness Domain, Daoist Longgu, the strongest Demonic Path in the Eastern Sea Cultivation World, were both Human Race Dao Lord who fell into demonic Demonic Path halfway through their journey in pursuit of greater strength.

It is rare to hear of cultivators like the Blood Transformation Ancestor, who have cultivated the Demonic Path since childhood, cultivating the Primordial Spirit realm.

With this thought in mind, Chen Nianzhi said, "Regardless of the reason, since that Blood-Transforming Old Devil is gathering Nascent Soul Cultivator like this, he's probably already planning to break through to the Primordial Spirit."

"This demon is, after all, the number one Nascent Soul Devil Cultivator in the Eastern Wasteland. No one knows whether he can break through to the Primordial Spirit realm. We should not underestimate him."

"Kindness."

Jiang Linglong nodded and said, "But there's no need to worry. If that Blood-Transforming Old Devil wants to break through, our Human Race Dao Lord will naturally not ignore it."

"I understand that," Chen Nianzhi sighed, then said, "I'm just worried that when the Abyssal Demon Calamity comes, my Human Race Dao Lord will be too busy to attend to anything else and will only be using the opportunity to break through."

"This..."

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this, their hearts sinking slightly.

Nine Rivers Daoist hesitated for a moment before speaking, "I will inform the Star Palace about the matter of the Blood-Transforming Old Devil."

"Our most pressing matter is to consider what to do now."

Chen Nianzhi then withdrew his thoughts. He glanced at the Desolate Demon Ridge, pondered for a moment, and then said, "We are currently powerless to destroy the Desolate Demon Ridge. We can only wait for a while and then choose an opportune time to start the war."

"That's the only way," said Kunling Fairy, a hint of sorrow in her eyes. "It's just a pity that after this battle, the Devil Cultivator of the Nine Rivers Continent will be powerful, and countless mortals will fall into demonic calamity."

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes trembled slightly. They had suffered a silent loss in this battle, and the arrogance of the Devil Cultivator in the Nine Rivers Continent would likely rise. In the future, the Human Race in the Nine Rivers Continent would probably face much greater pressure.

Thinking of this, Chen Nianzhi said, "Let's wait another hundred years. If our strength can improve within a hundred years, perhaps we can pacify this Desolate Demon Ridge before the Abyssal Demon Calamity."

They fell silent upon hearing this. In a mere hundred years, how easy would it be to further improve one's strength?

Perhaps within a hundred years, the Heavenly Hut Sect might be lucky enough to break through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, but even if another Nascent Soul Late Stage were added, it would probably still be difficult to completely suppress the Desolate Demon Ridge, which is backed by the Blood-Transforming Old Devil.

If they cannot eradicate the Desolate Demon Ridge after a hundred years, then during the Abyssal Demon Calamity, they will probably have to leave behind a considerable force to guard against the Desolate Old Devil and his ilk.

Seeing this, Nine Rivers Daoist smiled and said, "Enough, everyone, cultivate diligently, and we will fight again in a hundred years."

"If we win this battle, all the better. If we fail to capture the Desolate Demon Ridge, then when the Abyssal Demon Calamity comes, I will personally guard the outside of the Desolate Demon Ridge to relieve you of the troubles in the rear."

"Then it's settled."

Chen Nianzhi nodded, and the matter was thus settled.

Soon after, the group withdrew with the Treasure Ship. The Treasure Ship sailed in the void, and several True Lord of the Chen Clan sat together, all with somewhat worried expressions.

Chen Changxuan's expression was somewhat grave, and he said with a slightly thoughtful gaze, "In this battle, our Chen Clan lost five Golden Core realm cultivators, Xian Ling has also perished."

Upon hearing this, Chen Nianzhi felt a slight pang in his heart. These five Golden Core realm cultivators were all high-ranking figures in the Chen Clan, and Chen Nianzhi each of them; they were juniors he had watched grow up.

Especially Chen Xianling, who is one of the few late Golden Core stage in the Lineage, a true Nascent Soul True Lord seed.

He was born when his Lineage was at its weakest, and he has worked his way up to where he is today, finally reaching the Golden Core Eighth Layer.

He was just one more 60 years away from breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, but unexpectedly, he perished in this great battle.

"Well!"

Ya Ya also looked somewhat sad. When Chen Nianzhi brought her back, his cultivation level was already close to the Purple Mansion, so he naturally didn't have much time to take care of her. Therefore, strictly speaking, she was raised by Xian Yan from a young age.

Chen Xianling was Xian Yan's elder brother. Now that Chen Xianling had died in battle, she was unsure how to explain it to Xian Yan.

"Xian Ling."

Thinking of Xian Ling and several younger members who had died in battle, Chen Nianzhi felt a chill run down her spine, and a tremendous sense of urgency pressed down on her heart.

The Abyssal Demon Calamity has not yet arrived; it is merely an attack on a Demonic Cultivator Forbidden Ground. Moreover, the group has gathered several times the strength to besiege the Desolate Demon Ridge, yet they were still caught off guard and suffered heavy losses.

If the Abyssal Demon Calamity were to strike, how would they cope with the onslaught of countless demons?

"I need to break through to the Nascent Soul Middle Stage as soon as possible and find a way to repair the Azure Abyss Sword."

While thinking this to herself, Chen Nianzhi remained outwardly calm.

He understood that he was the pillar of his family, and he could not show weakness even in the face of great difficulties.

So he calmly said with a serene look in his eyes, "Let's go back and rest first, and heal our injuries as soon as possible. A hundred years from now, let's annihilate the Desolate Demon Ridge in one battle, and then avenge Xian Ling and the others."

"Good."

Ya Ya nodded and couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

"..."

The Scarlet Flood Dragon Treasure Ship continued flying towards the Ji Continent, covering countless miles, when suddenly the void between heaven and earth trembled violently, and the entire space shattered.

Chen Nianzhi felt the world shaking and quickly flew out of the Treasure Ship. She then exclaimed in shock, "Be careful, it's a void fracture!"

How could this be?

Jiang Linglong's expression also changed drastically. The space of the Purple Yin Realm was extremely solid. Apart from special spatial Spirit Treasure, even Nascent Soul Cultivator could not tear open the void.

But the void before them had fractured, which was far beyond their imagination.

In that instant, Chen Nianzhi felt an incredibly terrifying intent sweep over her, locking onto her immediately.

However, just a moment later, the aftershock of that thought swept over Jiang Linglong again, and then paused slightly.

"Huh--"

With a soft exclamation, Chen Nianzhi and Jiang Linglong suddenly felt dizzy, as if the entire space around them had been shifted and they were instantly swallowed up into the boundless void, disappearing into the void rift.

"My husband."

Seeing the two disappear, Ya Ya and the others' expressions changed drastically. They frantically tried to pull them back, but to no avail.

At that moment, Chen Nianzhi felt the world turn upside down and the void spun. In the blink of an eye, they had appeared in a dark hall.

Inside the grand hall, a figure dressed in black robes and wearing an unparalleled crown stood silently, his eyes watching them intently.