War Begins! Sweeping Through the Outpost!

Three short months have passed in the blink of an eye.

At the northern end of Li Bear Plains, five Nascent Spirit Transformation, eighty Enlightened Nascent Soul, and over a thousand Golden Core cultivators gathered on a desolate stretch of Gobi Desert.

Shi Jian stood at the very front, his body enveloped in a concealed arc of lightning.

His Purple-Gold Lightning Pupils swept over the dark mass of demons before him, but he said nothing.

Cang Wuji stood to his right, his aura as steady as an abyss as he was in the Late Spirit Transformation, with the phantom of a pale giant bear appearing and disappearing behind him.

The other three Spirit Transformation stood on the left wing.

The one from the Ape Emperor Clan was a Dark Gold giant ape named Yuan Chong, who Early Spirit Transformation. He was ten thousand feet tall, and his body was surging with Ultimate Force Dao energy.

The Kui Lang Imperial Clan sent a black wolf named Lang Xin, who was also in the Early Spirit Transformation and had cultivated Immortal Foundation under the Conjoined Fire Dao. His body was as black as ink, and dark red flames danced in his eyes.

The one of the Lightning Beast Imperial Clan members was a four-legged Lightning Beast, resembling both a lion and a mountain demon, named Lei Ming. He cultivated the Immortal Foundation of the Profound Lightning Dao, Early Spirit Transformation realm, and his body was surrounded by crackling and exploding electric arcs.

The three early-stage Nascent Spirit Transformation, though not highly skilled, each represented a royal family, and the resources and intelligence they could mobilize far exceeded their individual combat strength.

Shi Jian didn't exchange pleasantries with them, but simply tossed a Jade Slip slip over.

"Take a look at the marching arrangements."

The three Nascent Spirit Transformation received the Jade Slip, probed it with their Divine Sense, and their expressions varied.

Yuan Chong grinned, Lang Xin remained expressionless, and Lei Ming frowned slightly, but none of the three voiced their objections.

Cang Wuji leaned closer to Shi Jian and lowered his voice. "Can these three be trusted?"

"You don't need to rely on them," Shi Jian said calmly. "Just be obedient."

Cang Wuji chuckled and said no more.

With the deployment finalized, the army set off immediately.

Five skeletal warships slowly rose from the depths of the Gobi Desert.

The warship was entirely white, with the spine of a Spirit Transformation beast as its keel, ribs as its hull planks, and skull as its bow. The ship was ten thousand feet long, with wings spread out like the shoulders of a giant beast, and the surface of the bones was engraved with Barbarian Bone Dao runes.

This is the most common large-scale war machine in the Beast Realm. In terms of grade, it is only a high- Law Treasure, but it is strong, durable, and has a huge carrying capacity. One ship can carry hundreds of Demon Cultivator.

More importantly, the hull array is driven by the Daoist aura of Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator, which can unleash a wide-range attack of profound light, almost equivalent to a natural disaster for cultivators below the Golden Core.

Five warships took off, forming a goose-shaped formation.

The bone-white hull of the ship, under the gray sky, resembled five flying skeletons of giant beasts, moving eerily along.

The Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator sat cross-legged on the decks of each ship, channeling their Daoist energy into the talisman arrays. The warships exhaled and exhaled Spiritual Qi, accompanied by a sky full of demonic clouds that blanketed the heavens and the earth.

Shi Jian stood atop the skull at the bow of the lead ship, the gray wind whipping his white hair around him.

It remains to be seen how the Spirit Race will respond to this provocation.

During the march, Shi Jian pulled up a detailed map of the Spirit Marsh Plains and repeatedly analyzed it.

The Spirit Race has been operating in the Marsh Plains for two hundred years, with its strongholds scattered across more than ten locations of varying sizes; the core stronghold is located in the center and radiates outwards to all areas.

Outposts were set up on the perimeter, and these outposts were connected by Spirit Vein, allowing them to exchange information and deploy reinforcements.

To win, you must first sever the connection between the periphery and the core, and then devour them one by one.

Cang Wuji squatted at the bow of the ship, gnawing on the remains of a savage beast. "Which one should we attack first?"

"Attack the southernmost outpost first."

Shi Jian pointed to a bright spot on the map, "Reconnaissance indicates that there are two Nascent Soul and over ten Golden Core cultivators stationed there; this is the smallest force."

"Let's use it as a test to see how quickly the Spirit Race react."

Cang Wuji smiled and nodded in agreement. He would mainly oversee the battle; Shi Jian would be in charge of the specific execution of orders and deployments.

Several months later, at the southern end of the Spirit Marsh Plains.

The warships lowered their altitude, skimming close to the clouds.

Beneath their feet lay an endless swamp, its eerie green waters shrouded in poisonous mist. Giant spirit lotuses floated on the surface, their leaves as broad as islands.

The dense forest rose from the swamp, its vines intertwined, blocking out the sun, and its Life Dao force was so strong that it almost solidified.

Shi Jian spread his Divine Sense, taking in the entire area spanning tens of millions of miles.

The southern outpost is located in the center of a giant cluster of spirit lotuses; beneath the spirit lotuses, several water- Spirit Vein converge, and the Spirit Race has used Life Dao techniques to create a vine fortress spanning a hundred miles in circumference.

The fortress's surface is covered with layers upon layers of emerald green vines, within which Life Dao energy flows, allowing it to repair itself.

The auras of two Nascent Soul Spirit Race cultivators were hidden deep within the fortress, while more than ten Golden Core cultivators were scattered around the perimeter, serving as sentries.

Small place, weak military force.

Shi Jian raised his hand, and the five warships simultaneously slowed down and dispersed, lining up in a row from the front, intending to push across this outpost.

"Send Golden Core pills to suppress the outer perimeter."

"The Nascent Soul remains on the ship, gathering strength for a volley."

The command was brief, and the jade talisman was issued instantly; the hulls of the five warships opened, and hundreds of Golden Core Demon Beast poured out like locusts.

There were giant pythons, iron-backed turtles, red-eyed apes, antlered deer, and gray wolves, all of varying sizes, but all exuding a fierce and savage killing intent.

They crashed into the swamp, splashing water everywhere, and then pounced on the Golden Core sentries outside the fortress.

The Spirit Race's Golden Core cultivators reacted swiftly, their vines bursting forth from the swamp, transforming into countless green whips that lashed out at the invading Golden Core Demon Beast.

The Life Dao force was infused into it, and the vine whip grew wildly as it touched flesh, attempting to entangle and strangle it.

However, the size and brute strength of the Golden Core Demon Beast were far beyond what the vine whip could restrain.

A Iron-Backed Black Tortoise endured more than a dozen vine whips, its shell covered in vines that grew wildly, only to be crushed into dust by the tortoise with a single roll.

Several wolves spewed flames and stirred up storms; in an instant, they chopped the vine whip into pieces or turned it into a sea of fire.

The outer perimeter was in complete chaos, while deep within the fortress, the auras of the two Nascent Soul suddenly surged, clearly indicating that they had sensed something was amiss.

"Volley."

On the decks of the five skeletal warships, more than ten Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator simultaneously activated their Daoist energy, channeling it all into the ship's talisman array.

The Barbarian Bone Rune Array suddenly lit up, and the pale white Daoist light spread along the bone wall to the bow of the ship. From the eye sockets of the five giant beast skulls, five thick, black-white beams of light shot out!

The beams of light shot out simultaneously and fell at the same time.

Cloud Piercer in an instant, crashing down on the vine-covered fortress.

The next moment, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked.

The vine fortress, spanning a radius of a hundred miles, was instantly charred and shattered under the bombardment of the five beams of profound light. The Life Dao force desperately tried to repair itself, but the Barbarian Bone Dao aura contained within the profound light suppressed its vitality.

The rate at which the vines repair themselves is far slower than the rate at which they are destroyed.

The fortress cracked open after just the first volley.

The second salvo followed immediately; the Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator continuously infused the talisman array with Daoist energy, and wave after wave of profound light poured down, completely shattering the remaining structure of the fortress.

The shattered vines mingled with the marsh water and rose into the air.

The swamp was blasted into several deep pits, and the earth's energy leaked out from the broken Spirit Vein, causing spiritual light to scatter wildly; the two Nascent Soul Spirit Race cultivators finally could not hold on any longer.

A streak of emerald light burst forth from the ruins of the fortress, desperately fleeing northwards—the direction of the Spirit Race's core stronghold.

Unfortunately, in the next instant, he was surrounded and killed by several Nascent Soul Demon King.

As for the other Nascent Soul Nascent Soul, his fate was even more tragic.

Cang Wuji stepped out from the side of the warship, his Dao power as Late Spirit Transformation pressing down like a mountain. With a slap of his pale giant palm, the Nascent Soul Spirit Race didn't even have a chance to struggle.

He was then slammed into the depths of the swamp by the palm strike, his breath extinguished.

The outpost was destroyed in less than a quarter of an hour.

The Golden Core Demon Beast swept away the remaining enemies, Nascent Soul Demon Cultivator began to plunder the remaining resources in the Spirit Vein; although there were only a few, they were still a piece of meat.

Each Demon Beast gets a share of the profits, thus gaining a sum of resources for free.

Shi Jian stood atop the warship, looking down at the scorched swamp ruins below, his face expressionless.

Its gaze was turned northwards.

The outpost is just an appetizer; the real battle is yet to come.

Shi Jian withdrew his gaze, turned around, and walked into the cabin.

"Adjust formation and continue pushing north."

"Next outpost, arrive before dawn tomorrow."

Five skeletal warships rose into the air once more, forming a wedge formation, and hurtled towards the depths of the Marsh Plains; their pale skeletons disappeared into the thick fog, leaving only the white trails of flame trailing behind them, like five pale knife marks against the eerie green sky.

This is Shi Jian's chance to make a name for himself, and also an opportunity for him to advance his cultivation to a higher level!