Chapter 908 - 554: Border Breach! Level 4 Fiend!

Chapter 908: Chapter 554: Border Breach! Level 4 Fiend!

Border.

The farther from the Ancestral Mountain, the more barren it becomes.

Because on the Ancestral Mountain, there are twelve spiritual springs planted by the Ancestor.

The Spiritual Springs are incredibly rich.

Apart from a few locations, the closer you get to the Ancestral Mountain, the richer the Spiritual Qi, and the faster the cultivation.

In other places, even if there is an abundance of Spiritual Qi, it often contains more impurities.

The so-called Spiritual Qi impurities, of course, refer to those black particles.

In the past, cultivators regarded black particles and Spiritual Qi as the same, absorbing them for cultivation.

But now, black particles have been identified as substances with great detriment to cultivation.

Although they can be used as equivalent to Spiritual Qi, if impurities are not removed, the cultivation speed can even rival that of the cultivation paradise of Liyuan.

But even so, very few cultivators dare to do this.

The frontier is barren, and occasionally heroes appear who step into Liyuan, creating their own legends.

But ultimately, the population is sparse, and the cultivation civilization is weak.

On the borderline of the frontier, however, the scene is entirely different.

A large number of elite cultivators are stationed here.

The abundant resources and heritages they bring make this place no less than the frontier.

"Cultivators who can step into the three great powers of the Immortal Sect, Demon Pavilion, and Imperial Dynasty must all experience leaving the circle to hunt demons."

"Slaying demons and eliminating evil is an essential cultivation course for a cultivator!"

Frontier cultivators teach their disciple heirs in this way.

"Except for the masters of the Hundred Arts Association, almost all other cultivators have to undergo this trial."

Cultivators look towards the celestial dome.

In the celestial dome are cultivators engaging in sword flight.

There are flying treasures darting in the sky.

Or flying spirit beasts.

They soar across the sky, ultimately landing on the Endless Great Wall of the border.

The city wall stands thousands of feet tall, rising like a high mountain from the ground.

If a cultivator’s flying height exceeds the city wall, they would surely see on the other side of the wall a trench as abyssal as the chasm itself.

The trench stretches into the distance, without end.

In the high sky above.

A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators being brought in by Golden Core Realm elders are all wide-eyed with excitement.

To be able to cultivate to the Foundation Establishment Realm is already above mediocrity.

They appear somewhat composed, but detailed expressions of shock can still be seen on their faces.

The trench is hundreds of years wide, with no end in sight.

In nature, it would make people marvel at the craftsmanship of nature.

But this trench was a circle marked down for the entire human territory by the Ancestor.

This circle was formed by one strike of the Ancestor’s sword.

"That is the pinnacle of current cultivation."

"The Nascent Soul Extreme Realm!"

A talented Foundation Establishment cultivator clenched his fists, longing in his heart.

"If the Ancestor can do it, so can I."

"Someday, I will become such an existence!"

The talented Foundation Establishment cultivator murmured incessantly in his heart, his eyes growing determined.

More Foundation Establishment cultivators revealed faces of awe and reverence.

This circle added a heavy note to their worldview.

Golden Core elders, however, maintained a calm demeanor.

Seeing these Foundation Establishment cultivators is like seeing their younger selves.

Even though they’ve entered and exited the circle many times, they are still awed when looking at this abyss-like trench.

"This circle is called the Dawn Circle by the four direct disciples."

"Legend has it that the Ancestor’s sword strike was called Dawn."

"Thus, countless sword cultivators desire to experience the profound techniques of Sword Dao within the Dawn Circle."

"Enough about that for now."

"Can you all see any other mystical phenomena in this circle?"

A Foundation Establishment cultivator quickly responded with a cupped hand salute.

"Reporting to Elder, the biggest difference should be the weather."

"Within the circle, it’s cloudless, with clear skies everywhere."

"Outside the circle, however, it’s overcast and dark as night, with frequent mists spreading."

"Correct." The Golden Core elder gave him an approving look.

Then continued: "In that mist, there are demons."

"Some of you may have already encountered demons."

"Demons and spirit beasts are different."

"A spirit beast can reach enlightenment and become a demon cultivator, as the Ancestor taught without discrimination. The Demon Pavilion is filled with demon cultivators."

"Similarly, spirit beasts can be transformed into spirit beasts for the use of the human race."

"But demons are different; they are the most evil and eerie existences."

"They naturally stand on the opposite side of all beings with intelligence."

"In legends from the last era, there is mention of the Four Great Evils."

"But most spirit monsters have been recruited, and ghosts have been less threatening due to the rise of Ghost Masters."

"Only demons and the inexplicable are quite troublesome."

"Some inexplicable ones can even cause the death of Foundation Establishment cultivators."

The Golden Core elder shared these stories.

Suddenly, a Foundation Establishment cultivator stood stunned, raising a hand and blankly pointing in one direction.

"El-Elder."

"The demons and inexplicable beings you mention, is it that?"

The Golden Core elder initially didn’t pay much attention.

Perhaps some presence within the mist revealed its form.

Some demons are ugly and deformed; if those inside the circle have never seen such creatures, showing such expressions is normal.

But in the next second.

"Boom————————"

The city wall shook.

"What!?"

The Golden Core elder’s expression changed.

Swiftly turning around.

In an instant, his robe fluttered.

Eighteen ice blue small swords appeared at the cuff.

The small swords swelled, transforming into eighteen flying swords encircling and protecting him.

Looking over.

In the mist.

There were greedy and bloodthirsty eyes.

Its body was enormous, towering a thousand feet.

Like a high mountain.

It wore sharp and hard scale armor.

On its back, six hands spread like wings.