Cultivation Starts from Farming

Chapter 1123 - 471: Sword Dao Unrivaled, One Against Three

Wind Origin Realm.Outer Sea.

This place was no longer a vast expanse of ocean, but had transformed into a battlefield of Asura!

As far as the eye could see, the formidable sea had been stained a shocking dark red.

Countless grotesque and massive corpses of Sea Race Demon Beasts were piled like mountains, with severed limbs floating with the waves. The stench of blood mixed with the wailing and violent Demon Qi emitted by the beasts before their demise formed a nauseating crimson gale, howling and sweeping through the air.

The boiling sea water was not from heat, but from the frantic collisions of countless Magic and Divine Techniques, alongside the instantaneous annihilation of life force.

Star Palace Cultivators, clad in standard star-patterned armor, formed a mysterious battle Array. Rays of brilliant starlight, like a rain of death, continuously poured down, harvesting the lives of the Sea Race army.

They were well-trained and cooperated seamlessly, relying on the advantages of their Arrays and Magical Treasures. Even though the Sea Race Demon Beasts were numerous and fierce, fearless in death, they still held the upper hand, steadily pushing the battle line deeper into the ocean.

Every moment, thousands of Sea Race Demon Beasts were ground to dust in the starlight, tragically.

But what determined the final outcome of this war was the Divinity Transformation battle in the higher heavens above.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Loud crashes, like the collision of stars, came continuously from high in the sky. Space collapsed and shattered in pieces, then barely mended itself.

There, three figures exuding an aura that made all beings tremble were engaging in a siege on a massive entity.

It was a five-clawed golden dragon, extending thousands of feet. It was Ao Guang, the Dragon King.

The dragon scales shimmered with noble golden light, but at this moment, the gold appeared dim and beleaguered, covered in scorched marks from lightning strikes, deep sword wounds, and eerie ghostly qi continually eroding the Dragon Blood.

The Star King held a Divine Sword seemingly forged from the core of stars. With each swing, it elicited the stellar force of the heavens, transforming into a galaxy sword beam tearing through the sky.

The Moon God, with a graceful figure, wielded movements in her hands, gathering boundless moonlight into a lunar mystical light that froze the void and corroded the soul, endlessly wearing down Ao Guang, the Dragon King’s Protective Dragon Essence and life force.

Most insidious was the Nine Nether Elder.

He did not directly join the fierce assault but hovered on the battlefield’s edge, sending out dark seals from his hands.

A gigantic Underworld Ghost Array, cloaking a radius of several hundred miles, had long taken shape. Numerous wraith chains stretched out from the void, entwining around Ao Guang’s massive dragon body.

This Array not only severely restricted his movement but also continuously devoured his Dragon Race blood energy and Divine Soul power, making it impossible for him to use the Dragon Race’s Innate Divine Ability to tear space and escape.

Three against one, plus the confinement of the Array!

Even with heavenly capabilities, Ao Guang, the Dragon King, had completely fallen into a disadvantage, unable to fight back.

He could only endure with the immensely strong Dragon Race physique and vast Dragon Essence, but new wounds constantly appeared on his gigantic dragon form, with scalding Dragon Blood pouring out like waterfalls, scorching the sea water below into a boiling state.

"Nine Nether, you treacherous scoundrel!"

Ao Guang, the Dragon King, let out an earth-shattering dragon roar, filled with overwhelming rage and frustration, "You feigned friendship with me earlier, only to then collude with the Star Palace to trap me!"

In the face of the dragon’s reprimand, the Nine Nether Elder’s withered face remained emotionless, as if he hadn’t heard it.

But the ghost fire flickering in his deep-set eyes twinkled slightly.

He had indeed held back.

Seemingly exerting full force to drive the Array against the enemy, he was actually secretly controlling part of the Array’s core, not pushing its power to the extreme.

He was guarding against, guarding against the possibility of Ao Guang, the Dragon King, being executed by the Dual Saints in one stroke.

If the Dragon King perished now, his massive Divinity Transformation Dragon Essence, True Dragon Essence, and the Outer Sea fortune would mostly fall into the Dual Saints’ hands.

By then, the Dual Saints’ power would naturally surge, making all his efforts an unwarranted gift.

This contradicts his initial intention to collaborate.

And the Dual Saints were well aware of the Nine Nether Elder’s scheming.

However, they were waiting for an opportunity.

Waiting for the moment when Ao Guang, the Dragon King, was heavily injured and exhausted.

The real purpose of the Dual Saints was, if Xu Ping did not arrive, to slay Ao Guang, the Dragon King, in one fell swoop.

Now, they could also fulfill their longing, achieving Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation.

No matter what, they wouldn’t end up disadvantaged.

The war raged on, with energy storms ravaging the heavens.

Each side was scheming against the other.

But the weakened aura of Ao Guang, the Dragon King, was visibly declining at a rapid pace.

His massive dragon body was already riddled with scars, the golden light had dimmed, and even maintaining his airborne stance seemed difficult.

A hint of despair flashed in his huge dragon eyes.

Nine Nether Elder’s brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"If this continues, this old dragon might truly not hold up... Should I loosen the Array, give him a sliver of vitality, and let this situation remain muddled?"

The Nine Nether Elder rapidly weighed the options in his heart.

Letting the Dragon King escape wouldn’t bring as much gain as capturing or killing him, but it was better than letting the Dual Saints monopolize the benefits.

Just when the ghost fire on his fingertips flickered, about to make a decision.

Suddenly, a sudden change occurred!

"Buzz!"

A terrifying sword hum, not originating from either side of the battlefield but as if from the very earth and heavens themselves, like the wrath of the Dao, roared unexpectedly from the distant horizon.

Initially subtle, the sword hum transformed within a fraction of a second into a deafening grand Dao sound filling the heavens.

An unparalleled Sword Intent that severs causality, annihilates myriad laws, and stands atop this world’s pinnacle, as if awakened an ancient Sword God, descended with fierce determination.