Slaying Hanyue and Qingxu, Clearing the Field!

Autumn of the sixtieth year of the Myriad Demons Calendar.

Decades have passed in the blink of an eye, and the golden age of the Demon Race race on the Profound Spirit Continent has reached an unprecedented peak.

In the nine provinces of central and western China, the Yao Qi surges like a tide within the Myriad Demon Domain, and all spirits vie for power.

With abundant resources and a relatively fair order, outstanding talents emerged from all races; the six branches of the Bear Clan were renowned throughout the land, the Flying Feather Clan roamed the nine heavens, and several new Golden Core Demon General emerged from various tribes of the Water Marsh, such as the Golden Crocodile and the Wanxiang.

Both the Heavenly Ape Domain and the Sea Beast Demon Domain have seen the emergence of rising stars. Although there are undercurrents in the three demon domains, they maintain a rare tacit understanding on the surface.

All the demons were waiting.

With only a dozen years left before the Kunyuan Secret Realm opens once every century, Shi Jian and White Crane plan to destroy it and attempt to escape this world.

The Sea Abyss and Eight-Clawed Giant Beast races, on the other hand, mostly observed the situation.

Purple Firmament Peak, Purple Pivot Secret Realm.

In the center of the Thunder Pool, Shi Jian slowly opened his eyes, and two beams of purple-gold divine light tore through the void.

Before his knees, the twelve-foot-long [Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear] floated silently, its shaft faintly emitting low dragon roars; eighteen Golden Core souls transformed into mysterious dragon patterns that flowed endlessly, their purple lightning and red tassels exuding destructive sharpness.

After decades of nurturing with Law Power and merging with his own energy, this peerless weapon, forged from the bones of three Nascent Soul dragons, has become completely connected to his mind and spirit.

Shi Jian stood up and reached out to grasp the gun barrel.

Buzz!

The raging source of Dao of Lightning instantly merged like rivers flowing into the sea, becoming one with the demonic spear; the lightning throughout the entire secret realm resonated and surged.

"The Kunyuan Secret Realm will open in ten years. There are some hidden dangers that need to be addressed in advance."

Shi Jian, with an indifferent expression, stepped out of the secret realm.

He did not disturb the White Crane, nor did he mobilize a single soldier from the Myriad Demon Domain; a flash of purple-gold lightning surrounded him, tearing through the void, and he flew alone towards the southeast of the continent.

The Wei Kingdom, the last province, Grand Purity Mountain Range.

The once sacred Daoist site, blessed with natural beauty and spiritual energy, is now completely surrounded by demonic Yao Qi from all directions.

For decades, the entire prefecture had been kept in captivity, with ordinary people and low-level cultivators living numbly in a small area.

Like lambs to the slaughter, they lived in constant fear of being harvested by the Demon Race every day.

Before the gate of the Grand Purity Sect, the protective array's light barrier was as thin as a cicada's wing, its Spiritual Qi faint.

On the white jade plaza in front of the main hall, True Lord Hanyue and True Lord Qingxu stood side by side.

Both were thin, with hair as white as frost.

Back then, Xuanlie and Zhaohuo absconded overseas with 30% of the Devil Cultivator's resources, Shi Jian knew this all along, but deliberately let them leave.

Two defeated and pathetic beings, barely clinging to life, are utterly incapable of causing any trouble. Staying overseas will allow them to probe the true strength of the Devil Cultivator for him.

The remaining Hanyue and Qingxu were true suicide warriors.

"Senior brother, did you sense it?"

True Lord Qingxu gripped his magic sword tightly and gazed towards the northwest horizon.

The True Lord Hanyue remained calm, gently brushing the dust from his Daoist robe. "They've come. What's meant to come will eventually come."

Before he could finish speaking...

Boom--!

The sky was instantly torn apart, revealing a vast chasm. Rolling purple-gold thunderclouds swept in, completely enveloping the entire Grand Purity Mountain Range.

The terrifying power of the Dao pressed down like the sky collapsing. In an instant, the protective array of the sect let out a mournful cry of being unable to bear the burden, the mountain peaks collapsed, and the earth cracked.

Amidst the thunderclouds, Shi Jian, clad in a purple and white robe, stepped out into the air.

Holding the Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear upside down with one hand, he arrogantly looked down at the remaining Human Race below.

"Grand Purity Sect, I will be removed from my name today."

Shi Jian's voice was calm and even, yet it resounded like a divine decree throughout the entire prefecture, completely reversing the balance of power.

True Lord Hanyue gave a bitter laugh, but his eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. "Shi Jian! My Grand Purity Immortal Sect has a lineage of nearly ten thousand years. Even if our lineage is severed, we will never have anyone who kneels before us!"

"Qingxu, come with me to my death!"

"I will obey my senior brother's instructions!"

The two Human Race, the last Nascent Soul True Lord, roared in unison, their Essence Blood and Nascent Soul origins burning wildly without reservation from the very beginning.

True Lord Hanyue transformed into a Sword-Ray of Extreme Cold that reached the heavens and the earth, freezing the void for hundreds of miles and piercing straight into the sky; True Lord Qingxu formed Dao seals with both hands and offered up the last treasure of the Grand Purity Sect.

[The Grand Void Pure Spirit Mirror]

Transforming into a vast pillar of pure energy, carrying a resolute determination to destroy everything, it fiercely crashed towards Shi Jian, as if to engulf this entire world!

Faced with the desperate attack of two Nascent Soul experts, Shi Jian's eyes did not even show a ripple; he simply slowly raised the thunder spear in his hand.

"Purple Pivot, break the formation."

Shi Jian's arm muscles bulged as he thrust out his spear!

It lacks the complex techniques of Human Race, possessing only ultimate power and the essence of thunder.

Boom!

At the tip of the spear, purple-gold lightning transformed into a ten-thousand-foot-long thunder dragon, roaring forth with eighteen Golden Core souls attached to it, tearing apart the sky.

The moment the Extreme Cold Sword-Ray touched the spear light, it crumbled and disintegrated like thin ice meeting the Lieyang; the Supreme-Grade Law Treasure Grand Void Pure Spirit Mirror, couldn't even withstand it for a moment.

The mirror shattered into countless fragments, and its precious light dimmed.

Pfft!

The lightning spear struck with unstoppable force, piercing through the chest of True Lord Hanyue in an instant.

A violent burst of purple-gold lightning exploded within his body, obliterating his Nascent Soul into nothingness along with it, unleashing a continuous barrage of deadly attacks!

"Senior brother!"

True Lord Qingxu's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to self-destruct his nascent soul when Nascent Soul Lightning suddenly erupted from between Shi Jian's brows.

An invisible Thunder Sound directly blasted into his sea of consciousness; True Lord Qingxu's body stiffened abruptly, his self-destruction process forcibly interrupted.

Shi Jian swung his hand back, Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear swept out horizontally, the shaft of the spear slamming heavily onto the head of True Lord Qingxu.

Bang!

Blood mist filled the air, and the physical body was destroyed.

Immediately afterwards, countless bolts of lightning struck down from the heavens, completely annihilating his Nascent Soul.

The last two Nascent Soul True Lord of the Grand Purity Sect perished under Shi Jian's attack, not even lasting the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Killing two Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators was as easy as killing chickens for Shi Jian.

Shi Jian sheathed his spear and stood there, his gaze sweeping over the completely shattered protective formation below.

The main hall collapsed, and countless Grand Purity disciples and Human Race cultivators collapsed to the ground, their eyes filled with endless despair and numbness.

From this moment on, on the Profound Spirit Continent, the Human Race no longer had the protection of Nascent Soul, and the last place of inheritance was completely annihilated!

The Human Race, which once ruled the continent for nearly ten thousand years, has been utterly reduced to being the blood food and resources kept by the three major demon realms...

The curtain of this era has fallen completely!

Shi Jian did not attack the low-level cultivators below; these ants Demon General from all sides.

He turned around, his gaze piercing through the void, looking towards the center of the continent; the coordinates of that ethereal secret realm.

"The weeds outside have been cleared away."

Shi Jian's heart was in turmoil as he gripped the Thunder Firmament Dragon-Slaying Spear tightly. "Kunyuan Secret Realm, the tomb of the Spirit Transformation Lord."

"I'd like to see if this sky is truly impenetrable!"