Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme

Chapter 703: Chapter 447: Sword Out_2

Just at that moment…

“Bang!”

A crisp sound echoed as the void shattered, revealing a gloomy cavern.

Within the cavern lurked demonic shadows, and even more chilling was a piercing gaze that shot forth.

“Who dares to trespass on Demon Dragon Ridge?”

A cold shout, filled with dreadful demonic might, even through the void, made one’s heart tremble.

Without a doubt, it had to be a Grand Cultivator of the Demon Path.

However, the Taoist man, hands behind his back, paid no attention.

Seeing this, the intention to kill in the cavern grew stronger, yet it was forcibly suppressed, “Mingxiao Taoist, I have heard of your name and know of your tricks, but there are always higher heavens and people outside of people. Do you truly believe that by wielding the power of the Heavenly Dao, you can destroy my Demonic Blessed Lands?”

“Tch!”

“He’s bluffing, he’s bluffing!”

“Why talk so much, if you have the guts, come out and fight.”

“Putting on airs, if you weren’t afraid, would you still talk like this?”

To these words, everyone in the live stream burst into derisive laughter.

Atop the high altar, the Taoist man, hands still behind his back, continued to ignore them.

“Good! Good! Good!”

Seeing his attitude, that person decisively praised thrice and the gloomy cavern vanished instantly.

“The time has come!”

At this moment, the Taoist man looked up, surveying the sky’s colors, and then stepped forward to the altar.

The ritual remained the same: first three sticks of incense were offered, followed by deep reverential bows as a homage to the heavens, with disciples and Taoist children on either side beating the Magical Drum as the wind and clouds gathered strength.

“This…”

“Who are they?”

“Taoist leader, you have disciples now?”

“This bunch actually sneaked away without telling us.”

“Where exactly is Mingxiao Taoist Temple? I’ve been a hermit on Fulong Mountain for half a year and still can’t find the threshold.”

“Taoist leader, show some mercy and accept me as your disciple!”

As the Magical Drum was beaten, the wind rose and clouds surged, and people then realized that beneath the Nine Ceremony High Altar, there was a group of Taoists, immediately feeling envious and spouting nonsensical chatter.

But this did not affect the situation; as the drumming continued, the heavens and earth suddenly changed, and a storm brewed as if from the Great Dark Heaven.

Atop the Mana Altar, the Taoist man finished his incantation and raised the written command to the heavens.

“Qiankun clear and bright, sun and moon shining, witnessed by the heavens, based on the hearts of men, today a Demon Cultivator takes the mountain as his own, oblivious to the cause and effect of heavenly justice, ignorant of the trends of human hearts, acting recklessly, provoking the wrath of gods and humans…”

“I, a devoted disciple, implore the Nine Rituals Heavenly Venerate, to act in accordance with the heavens and answer the people, to eliminate the demons and vanquish evil, to purify all under heaven…”

With both hands, the Taoist offered up the paper of command which spontaneously ignited without fire, turning into a wisp of blue smoke that ascended with the Law Sword’s charm towards the ninth heaven.

In an instant…

“Rumble….”

The sky darkened, sand and stones flew, and the ominous Yang Yun clouds collided, creating flashes of lightning and peals of thunder.

“BOOM!!!”

Finally, a thundering sound struck, and a column of lightning descended upon Demon Dragon Ridge, in a place that was a void.

“BANG!!!”

Under the lightning, the void crumbled, exploding to reveal the Black Abyss Ghost Mountain!

How so Black Abyss, how so Ghost Mountain?

Withered vines, old trees, dark verdant depths, eerie phosphorescent bone fires, and ghosts lurking, the mountain towering a myriad of feet into the sky from the Black Abyss, the gate a thousand feet deep in white bones. As far as the eyes could see, banners beckoning spirits were everywhere, demonic charms in sight at every turn — truly a place where the living lose their souls, the Demonic Mountain Ridge.

In such mountains, Demon Cultivators, already in battle array, awaited sternly.

“Rumble…”

But as Yang Yun clouds blanketed the sky, thousands of heavenly lightning bolts struck down, shattering the void, shaking the Blessed Lands.

“A dragon in shallow waters is toyed with by shrimps, a tiger on flat ground is bullied by dogs!”

Just then, a furious shout rang out, Black Abyss trembled, Ghost Mountain shook, and a Black Coffin burst forth from the void, exploding into pieces.

As the Black Coffin exploded, a demonic figure emerged; it was a gigantic Demon Cultivator, with towering horns on its head, and scales of black inverted the flesh, a terrifying demonic body made its presence known, eying the mortal world with disdain and suppressing it with its imposing presence.

Indeed…

“Ancestor of Demon Dragon Ridge!”

“Demon Dragon Prince!”

“Such might…”

“Could it be… Integration?”

“No wonder in all these years, the disciples of the Demon Dragon Ridge rarely ventured into the world, yet the Blessed Land has been able to maintain itself without dissolving.”

“With an Integration Great Demon, plus the other Grand Cultivators of the Demon Dragon Ridge, this Blessed Land can last at least another hundred years.”

“Is this person… acting a bit too impetuously?”

In the live streaming room, the cultivators’ eyes sharpened as they recognized the identity of the demon, feeling even more startled.

Looking back at the scene, the Demon Dragon Prince broke out of the Black Coffin, and there were demonic shadows flitting about in Demon Dragon Ridge; Deity Transformation Elders, Nascent Soul Stewards, and Golden Core Disciples all burst forth from their retreats, each performing their duties, shoring up the sect’s defenses, and weathering the bombardment of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Indeed, it was a top-tier Ancient Sect’s Blessed Land; the likes of Fulong Mountain could not compare.

“Hmph!”

The Demon Dragon Prince stood atop the mountain, his gaze domineering as he looked toward the Nine Ceremony High Altar outside the Blessed Land, and at the Mingxiao Taoist who was invoking the Heavenly Tribulation on the altar. He snorted coldly and commanded resolutely, “Where is Long Yi?”

“Here I am!”

One person soared into the sky; it was a youth with remarkable horns and scales, wrapped in black. He was the progeny of the Demon Dragon Prince.

The Demon Dragon Prince glanced coldly and ordered, “All cultivators within the mountain, below the level of Deity Transformation, shall follow Long Yi out, slay this evil Taoist, and destroy his Mana Altar.”

“This…”

Upon hearing this command, not to mention others, even Long Yi’s face showed difficulty.

He was the son of the Demon Dragon, his Cultivation having reached the realm of Deity Transformation. Although the current changes between heaven and earth had eliminated many deadly tribulations, that only applied to those below the level of Deity Transformation. Being of Deity Transformation and a Demon Cultivator, once he left the Blessed Land, he was bound to draw the Heavenly Tribulation upon himself.

It was extremely dangerous, with the likelihood of nine deaths and one chance of survival!

Therefore, his face showed difficulty, and his heart was filled with incomprehension.

In Demon Dragon Ridge there were many Elders who were of Deity Transformation Cultivation besides him. Why did the Demon Dragon Prince not send them but instead let his own son take such a risk?

However…

“Hmph!”

The Demon Dragon Prince snorted coldly, imposingly saying, “I give you this treasure for protection; it will keep you unharmed from the Heavenly Tribulation, go forth with no worries!”

With that said, he flung a streak of dark light into Long Yi’s hands—it was a complexly patterned black scale.

“This…”

“True Dragon Treasure Scale!?”

Looking at the Treasure Scale in his hands, Long Yi’s eyes narrowed, his heart filled with more trepidation. He looked up, wanting to speak, but met his father’s chilling gaze: all sounds, all objections, were suppressed. He bowed his head and accepted the command, “I will obey!”

After speaking, he turned and transformed into a dragon shadow, heading straight out of the mountain.

“Disciples of the Demon Dragon Ridge, follow me out, and slay this evil one!”

“Yes!”

With a roar from the Demon Dragon, the cultivators responded, and Deity Transformation beings and Golden Core disciples followed Long Yi in a furious charge out of the gate of Demon Dragon Ridge.

The Demon Dragon Prince stayed inside the mountain, watching the situation with a cold eye.

As an Integration Grand Cultivator, his vision was extraordinary; at a glance, he saw that the people outside the mountain were not past the Nascent Soul stage.

Even so, he did not neglect them. After all, the matter concerned the survival of the Blessed Land and his own life and death.

Therefore, he made the difficult decision to send out Long Yi, his blood descendant, with all the fighting force below Deity Transformation level, and even bestowed upon him a True Dragon Treasure Scale that could protect and shield him from Tribulation. The aim was to be utterly foolproof.

“Roar!”

Long Yi reverted to his original Jiao Dragon form, covered his body with the True Dragon Treasure Scale, and led over ten Nascent Soul and dozens of Golden Core disciples in a mighty exodus from the gates of Demon Dragon Ridge.

“Holy shit?”

“Is that a dragon?”

“So many people!”

“Taoist, can you hold up?”

“Where’s the Madman Big Brother to lend a hand?”

Seeing this scene, the people in the live streaming room were shocked.

Atop the Nine Ceremony High Altar, the Taoist remained unresponsive, not even distracting his concentration, continuing to preside over the ceremony and summon the Heavenly Tribulation thunder.

The Heavenly Tribulation descended, but not as before against Fulong Mountain, to decimate this batch of cultivators who had surged out of Demon Dragon Ridge; instead, it continued to bombard Demon Dragon Ridge relentlessly.

“Kill!”

Seeing the Taoist unresponsive and no Heavenly Tribulation falling, Long Yi was momentarily startled, but soon suppressed his surprise and charged furiously towards the Nine Ceremony High Altar.

Just at this moment…

The camera swiftly shifted, jumping to a distant place.

In the distance, atop a lone peak, a figure could be seen.

The person was clad in white, with dark hair held in a black pin; his sword-like eyebrows stern over brave eyes, his bearing lofty like that of an exiled immortal descending to the mundane world, like a Sword Venerate stepping into the mortal realm.

On his shoulder and behind his back, he carried a long sheath that devoid of any edge revealed or Spiritual Treasure glow. It was plain and unadorned, seemingly an ordinary item.

But just at this very moment, when dragon roars filled the heavens…

The Swordsman’s shoulder shifted, the long sheath suddenly shone brilliantly, and a sharp edge shot out into the world.