Xuanchengzi, sixth heir of the True Net, appeared; Nascent Soul pressure shattered the grotto-heaven
Hundreds of demons, like locusts, trailed long, dark streaks of light as they swarmed through the hall, hovering around the black-robed Daoist priest, eager to pounce. Their vertical pupils gleamed with a terrifying hunger as they stared intently at Chen Shuangbai and the others.
The Daoist in black robes took a step into the air, and the demons swarmed in, using their bodies as steps for their master to tread upon. He descended from the clouds step by step and came before Chen Shuangbai.
Chen Shuangbai held a [ Foot-Long Silk ] in his right hand and concealed his left hand in his sleeve, where he held a talisman. It was a Nascent Soul level talisman bestowed upon him by True Person Mei before his departure, and it was a treasured possession of the sect.
"My lord, this feeling... it must be the Nascent Soul, right?"
Feiguang had already been retrieved into the beast ring by Chen Shuangbai long ago.
Changming concealed in his sleeve, facing the aura impact of the black-robed Daoist together with his master.
The [ Swaying Moon Sunken Cold Treasure Mirror ] shone with unprecedented brilliance, and the golden phantom of the immortal osmanthus appeared, but it could not stop trembling, and delicate golden stamens fell in a flurry, countless of them.
Chen Shuangbai's face remained unchanged, but her heart was far from calm.
Pure, powerful, and evil permeated the Daoist's aura. With each step he took, the demon beneath his feet let out a joyful cry, as if cheering for the restoration of its master's power.
The demons circled and danced around him, their dark light flashing like stars surrounding the moon, making the Daoist priest in black robes appear even more mysterious and terrifying.
" Nascent Soul!"
Under the suppression of this immense and malevolent aura, everything in the outer hall was pinned to the ground.
It was as if the entire outer hall had been frozen in time.
Purple lightning surged continuously around Jixuan's body, and his Law Power was operating more intensely than ever before. However, this pressure was at the Nascent Soul level, and no matter how heaven-defying the Golden Core stage was, it was of no use. He could only grit his teeth and utter those two words.
Behind Hong Qing's head, the Five Luminaries Light Wheel shone continuously, making him slightly better off than Jixuan, but Liang Shuyan was in a completely miserable state.
She was the furthest away, and the moment the Daoist in black appeared, she tried to escape, but it was too late.
More demons descended from the sky, swarming like locusts, rushing to kill him in a frenzy. In the end, under Hong Qing's unbearable gaze, this True Disciple of the Crimson Cloud Sect was devoured by the demons, leaving only his tattered robes and the Crimson Fire Glazed Lamp.
Hong Qing closed her eyes slightly, her expression showing some reluctance.
But at this point, he was also in dire need of protection himself, and it was impossible for him to act rashly for the sake of an outer sect disciple and risk his life.
"To comprehend a Sword Intent belonging to the Grand Yin at the Golden Core stage is indeed rare."
The Daoist in black robes stopped three steps away from Chen Shuangbai, his gaze falling on him. His tone was calm, yet carried a condescending and scrutinizing air.
"Senior, are you a disciple of the True Net Cult?"
Chen Shuangbai glanced at the True Net Law Seals hanging at the man's waist and asked a question.
The Daoist priest in black robes' eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't answer immediately. He simply said, "So what if it is? So what if it isn't?"
Chen Shuangbai calmly met the gaze of the black-robed Daoist and slowly said, "If you are a member of the True Net Cult, then you should spare us. After all, this is a time of great chaos. If you wish to revitalize your lineage, our respective sects are willing to lend a hand."
Upon hearing this, the Daoist in black robes showed a strange glint in his eyes, then chuckled and said, "Young man, you certainly have a silver tongue."
"Very well, at least you'll die knowing why."
"I am the sixth-generation successor of the True Net Cult Sect, with the Dharma name Xuanchengzi."
Their pupils all flickered slightly.
The records of the True Net Cult from their various sects stop at the sixth generation, which is the legendary sixth generation that the True Net Cult died out. But that was in the medieval era, more than 10,000 years ago.
No matter how much Nascent Soul Cultivator extends their lifespan, or how much they consume various life-extending spiritual resources, they can only defy the heavens and postpone it by about two or three hundred years at most.
More than ten thousand years... How did this person manage to do that?
But these are clearly things they couldn't possibly know.
The Daoist in black robes Xuanchengzi, ignored their shock. He slightly raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and an invisible force surged from his hand. Three streaks of dark gold lightning burst forth, transforming into three enormous palms that crashed down.
"Let the blood, flesh, and souls of you juniors serve as a sacrifice to the defiled legacy of my True Net Cult!"
With everyone's lives at stake, naturally no one dared to hide anything anymore.
Chen Shuangbai unleashed the Nascent Soul talisman, Hong Qing took out a talisman resembling a star ring, and Jixuan unleashed the remaining three golden-red light arrows, clearly the three of them's trump cards for protecting their Nascent Soul.
A violent shockwave swept out, completely destroying the already dilapidated outer hall. Countless rubble and dust shot into the sky, obscuring everyone's view.
Xuanchengzi's gaze remained indifferent, unchanged, as he coldly asked, "How many life-saving measures do you still possess?"
The black soul banner rooted in the soaring spiritual light hummed, and countless golden and jade patterns were constantly being eroded and corrupted by it. More and more demons fell like locusts, like a black tide, engulfing the three of them.
Chen Shuangbai encountered the biggest crisis since achieving the Golden Core stage.
"This is only an avatar... If the real body were here... I'm afraid the Sword Intent would be useless, right?"
He fought back desperately, his aura constantly dissipating, and his Sword Intent merged into the [ Swaying Moon Sunken Cold Treasure Mirror ], unleashing an unprecedentedly brilliant light, barely managing to create enough space for him to catch his breath.
Feiguang was constantly pulsating within the beast ring, emanating intense mental energy.
"My lord, let me out!"
"Take advantage of the moment I self-destructed my Golden Core and escape on your sword rainbow!"
Chen Shuangbai felt a slight warmth in her heart and forcibly suppressed Feiguang's next words. Changming was in her sleeve, couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, finally understanding why his status was inferior to Feiguang's.
Jixuan was gradually reaching his limit.
His right arm had been torn apart, and the demons gathered together to devour it.
Left with no other choice, he resorted to his last trump card once again.
Just as Jixuan was about to unleash his last trump card to save his life, the entire Grotto-Heaven suddenly trembled violently.
However, this violent tremor did not originate from the battle in the outer hall, but rather from the very foundation of the Grotto-Heaven, as if something was shaking the very foundation of the Grotto-Heaven from the outside.
Xuanchengzi's clone and his main body, who were deep inside the palace in front of the Black and White Mystic Pool, looked up at the same time. Their eyes were as sharp as a falcon's as they saw the top of the soaring spiritual light. A power that did not belong to the Grotto-Heaven was constantly invading from outside the Grotto-Heaven, trying to forcibly break open a gap.
His face immediately darkened, and he gritted his teeth, cursing, "Damn it, they tampered with things at this crucial moment!"
His clone suddenly turned around, looked at Zhao Buyan, transformed into a ball of black light, and directly entered the brow of this True Disciple of the Parting Hate Gate. A cruel voice rang in his ear.
"Kill them."
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