Cultivation Starts from Farming

Chapter 1129 - 473: Clash Once Again (Part 2)

"And the Dragon King and I remain hidden in the shadows.""When the demon army and Star Palace forces are entangled, we will strike like lightning, focusing on those tough targets the demon race struggles to overcome, such as the late-stage Nascent Soul great cultivators guarding key positions, and swiftly annihilate them."

He heavily tapped his finger at several key points on the map: "Thus, step by step we advance, constantly weakening the wings of the Star Palace, compressing its living space, and forcing the Dual Saints and Nine Nether Elder to act."

"However, the consumption of various demon beasts is likely to be substantial." Xu Ping’s gaze shifted to Ao Guang the Dragon King.

"It’s just consumption, not worth mentioning."

Ao Guang the Dragon King waved his hand, nodding in agreement with Xu Ping’s plan.

Regarding the consumption of the demon race, he didn’t care at all.

Using demon lives to erode the areas ruled by the Star Palace is undoubtedly a very cost-effective matter.

Eventually, the two agreed to take action eight years later, on the day Ao Guang the Dragon King’s injuries were completely healed.

...

Eight years flew by like a fleeting moment.

On this day.

In the vast sea area where the outer sea and the Inner Sea meet in the Wind Origin Realm.

The originally calm sea surface was suddenly broken by a wild and ferocious aura!

"Roar!"

"Howl!"

"Hiss——!!!"

Countless deafening roars filled with wildness and killing intent erupted from the depths of the sea, from within the clouds, and from atop islands, converging into a destructive sonic wave frenzy.

The demon races of the outer sea, which had been preparing for years, burst out from their territories like a flood from a broken dam.

The sea giant beasts stirred up massive waves and overturned battleships.

Countless demon races, both transformed and untransformed, surged like a mad tide, launching a fearless assault on the defense line maintained by the Star Palace in the Inner Sea.

The Star Palace’s patrol fleets, defense arrays, and frontline outposts placed at the edge of the Inner Sea were suddenly overwhelmed, torn apart, and deluged like paper before the unprecedented scale of beast tide.

Beacon fires filled the skies, and blood stained the emerald sea.

Above this boundless beast tide, at the pinnacle of the cloud layers, two figures stood silently, looking down like gods overseeing a chessboard.

It was Xu Ping and the fully recovered Ao Guang the Dragon King, full of energy and vigor.

They concealed all their presence, quietly following above the stampeding demon army, gazing coldly at the intense battle below, waiting for the "hard target" worthy of their personal intervention to appear.

...

The flames of war spread like rampant wildfire over the vast lands controlled by the Star Palace.

Led by several demon royal clans, the coalition, with implicit or direct support from the Dragon Palace, advanced relentless.

The Star Palace’s outposts and Immortal Cities on the outskirts fell one after another, their defenders either dead or fled, with the forces in disarray.

Demon Qi soared into the sky, paving the way with skeletons, while the once orderly territories of the Star Palace descended into chaos and bloodshed.

However, the Dual Saints of the Star Palace, and the Nine Nether Elder, were nowhere to be seen, just like they’d vanished into thin air, letting their cultivators fight valiantly and perish, watching as the territories cultivated over ages were gradually consumed by the demon race without any strong counterattack.

Odd occurrences suggest hidden motives!

Hovering above in the clouds, Xu Ping, with a divine sense as vast as mid-stage Divinity Transformation, meticulously scanned this battlefield as if with the precision of the finest net.

Soon, he caught an extremely subtle anomaly, barely recognizable to ordinary early-stage Divinity Transformation cultivators.

At the sites where many cultivators and demon races fell, at the moment their divine souls scattered and resentment surged, a kind of invisible, cold power quietly permeated, silently absorbing.

"As expected!"

Xu Ping’s lips curled into a chilling smirk.

No need to think; it must be caused by the Dual Saints and the Nine Nether Elder.

They deliberately let their cultivators die and their territories be lost.

Their fundamental purpose was to collect the vast souls and death shrouds from those killed in battle.

"What a clever plan!" Xu Ping’s eyes flashed with icy brilliance.

This hidden method is extremely sophisticated, and ordinary early-stage Divinity Transformation cultivators might not even notice.

But in the face of his divine sense as mighty as mid-stage Divinity Transformation, such schemes are like fireflies in the dark, leaving no place to hide.

Nevertheless, though Xu Ping saw through the opponent’s schemes, he refrained from taking immediate action to stop them.

His gaze was profound as he looked toward the core region of the Star Palace.

"For a direct assault on the Star Palace’s stronghold, protected by arrays accumulated over ages, it is indeed troublesome."

"But if... the other side believes they are fully prepared and willingly leaves the Star Palace core to confront me here..."

Xu Ping’s eyes shone with a sharp light.

"Killing them would undoubtedly be much easier."

He used their own tactics against them, patiently awaiting the moment the fish would bite the hook.

...

The battle continued to advance.

When the Demon Race’s army advanced with unstoppable force to a very remote inland valley that contained a massive underground yin vein, a sudden change occurred.

"Buzz!"

A tooth-aching buzzing sound abruptly resounded through the heavens and earth.

In the sky above the valley, previously occupied by the Demon Race, space began to twist violently like water ripples.

Three figures exuding an overwhelming aura suddenly appeared.

It was none other than the Dual Saints and the Nine Nether Elder.

Almost at the same time as the Dual Saints and Nine Nether Elder revealed themselves.

"Swish!" "Swish!"

Two equally formidable Escape Lights tore through the sky, as Xu Ping and Ao Guang the Dragon King flashed into the high sky on the other side of the battlefield, confronting them from afar.

Four Divinity Transformations, one Divinity Transformation Dragon King, five of the world’s top figures, clashed fiercely above this desolate valley.

Boom!

The terror-inspiring auras of both sides collided and intersected without restraint.

Like an invisible giant beast tearing and biting in the void.

Causing the elemental energies within a thousand-mile radius to fluctuate and boil violently.

The winds and clouds changed color, the earth trembled, and the lower-level Demon Race members below were even forced to prostrate themselves on the ground, trembling in fear from the oppressive aura.

"Hiding for so long, you’ve finally decided to show yourselves!" Xu Ping held the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, his tone icy.

"Hmph, today shall be your day of death!"

The Star King’s icy gaze locked onto Xu Ping, like two tangible ice spears, with killing intent almost becoming physical.

Neither side wasted any words.

At this point, any verbal arguments were utterly meaningless.

Only a battle to the death could decide the outcome.

Now, everything was prepared; this trap filled with the death energy of countless souls was tailor-made for Xu Ping.

With the Star King’s command, the Nine Nether Elder’s withered hands pressed down sharply!

"Netherworld Locking Immortal Array—Activate!"

Rumble!!

The entire valley, and even the area within thousands of miles, shook violently.

Underground.

The ancient yin vein was completely activated, and countless dark as ink soul locks, formed by pure yin energy and the wails of innumerable souls, burst from the earth, instantly weaving into a massive demonic net covering heaven and earth.

Simultaneously, an immense fifth-tier array phantom, engraved with runes flickering with ghostly soul fire, appeared abruptly above the valley.

The array operated, unleashing a mountainous, mana-suppressing terrifying pressure.

"Hmph!"

Ao Guang the Dragon King grunted, as dragon power surged around him, dark golden light flowing, resisting the powerful suppression of the array, his expression somewhat grave.

This array, converging the power of countless battle spirits and anchored by the ancient yin vein, indeed had formidable power, significantly affecting his strength.

However, within the core of the pressure, Xu Ping merely let his pale golden blood energy flicker slightly, and the overwhelming pressure on his body felt like nothing more than a breeze over a hillside, paying it no mind.

The formidable rebirth golden body far exceeded the imagination of ordinary Divinity Transformation cultivators, rendering such levels of suppression nearly ineffective on him.

"Die!"

Without hesitation, the battle erupted instantly.

Xu Ping wielded the Canghua Divine Wood Sword, with azure-purple sword light tearing through the sky, actively confronting the Star Palace Saints.

Peerless in the Sword Dao, each sword strike contained the essence of creation and destruction, entwined with lightning and eternal vitality, powerful and domineering.

Ao Guang the Dragon King let out a heaven-shaking dragon roar, manifesting part of his true Dragon Race form, his dragon claws tearing the sky, dragon breath scorching the sea, ferociously assaulting the Nine Nether Elder.

The Star Palace Saints saw Xu Ping charging, their eyes turned sharp as they executed their Secret Techniques simultaneously.

Star Power and lunar radiance intertwined, forming a brilliant and dangerous star-moon domain, enveloping Xu Ping.

Freed from the restraint of the earthly rules, the Divine Techniques executed in unison by the duo displayed even greater power, with more harmonious and seamless cooperation.

The stars shifted, lunar radiance froze, with an attack as persistent as a tidal wave.

Moreover, while Xu Ping was within this myriad soulless annihilation array, though his physical body was fearless, his movements and mana still experienced a slight, subtle influence.

For a time, sword light collided with star and moon, with the sides locked in a battle without an apparent victor, evenly matched.