nyslfriends Chapter 1975: Standoff between two clans, and their reactions!
Chapter 1975: Standoff between two clans, and their reactions!
Right in the center of the island!
Inside the ancient palace...
The half-elder of the Tiger Shark Clan, seated at the head of the table, frowned deeply, his fingertips unconsciously tracing the ancient beast patterns on the chair as he pondered:
Before this, although there was no large-scale and brutal battle between the human and demon races, small-scale skirmishes and conflicts would break out every now and then, which never completely stopped.
Why did humanity suddenly fall silent seven years ago?
A chilling guess slowly took shape in his mind, and a coldness spread throughout his body along his veins:
'Could it be... that the clan leader has already been suppressed and imprisoned by the president of the Cultivator Association?'
That's why they completely lost contact?
'If not, how could such a bizarre coincidence exist in the world?'
Upon thinking of this,
The half-saint of the Tiger Shark Clan felt a slight chill run through his body, and his fine scales stood up faintly.
Having lived for thousands of years and experienced countless battles, he deeply understands that the difference in cultivation level is an insurmountable chasm.
Without the presence of a Nascent Soul Demon Lord, even if all the demon forces in the True Dragon Sea were united and all troops were gathered...
There is absolutely no way they can withstand the terrifying sharpness of a human cultivator at the Nascent Soul stage.
Once the human army breaks through the defenses, it will advance straight into the True Dragon Sea...
This last sanctuary of the demon race will be completely lost.
At that time, it won't just be the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan,
All demons within the seas will become spiritual materials for human cultivators to cultivate, and raw materials for alchemy and weapon crafting...
Their fate was utterly tragic.
Unless a newly ascended Divine Transformation Demon Lord emerges against the odds in the short term and breaks the deadlock in this desperate situation.
Otherwise, the destruction of the demon race would have been inevitable.
There is absolutely no other possibility.
This half-respect of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan has been in charge of this defensive line for many years and has witnessed countless life-and-death battles, but at this moment he sees no light at the end of the tunnel for the future of his clan.
However, he still suppressed the fear in his heart and did not reveal the top-secret news of the clan leader's disappearance.
This matter is known only to the half-saint realm experts within the Black Spirit Tiger Shark clan. If it were to be leaked, it would surely cause panic among all demon cultivators, leading to their collapse without a fight.
That's enough.
The situation is chaotic right now; we can only take it one step at a time.
He took a deep breath, suppressing the chill and worry surging within him, and his gaze regained its composure:
'First, send this information back to the clan, and also report my speculation about the clan chief's disappearance.'
With this in mind, the Tiger Shark Clan Half-Supreme no longer hesitated.
With a slight turn of his large, dark hand, a white, conch-shaped treasure engraved with deep-sea ripples quietly appeared.
The surface of the conch shell shimmered with a soft, warm glow, its patterns intricate and delicate, and a faint sound of ocean waves could be heard emanating from it.
This is a top-secret long-range communication treasure exclusively used by the demon race.
He twitched his lips slightly, silently chanting a secret phrase, condensing the intelligence and his own speculation into a beam of pure sound waves, which silently disappeared into the conch shell.
A flash of inspiration struck, and the conch shell trembled slightly...
A pale white streak of light shot through the air, piercing the rock strata of the palace roof, and sped towards the ancestral land deep within the True Dragon Sea.
It disappeared into the horizon in an instant.
……
Just as the demons were feeling uneasy and secretly speculating about the situation...
On an unnamed island on the border between the two races, where the human race was stationed, the atmosphere was equally tense and oppressive.
This island has barren land, lacks the blessing of high-quality spiritual veins, and has thin and scattered spiritual energy. It is also constantly battered by sea winds and littered with rocks.
The island is dotted with simple stone houses and makeshift wooden barracks, forming a rudimentary military outpost.
Inside a roughly hewn, uncarved stone hall...
More than ten Nascent Soul True Monarchs of the human race sat at separate tables.
The hall's stone walls were rough and uneven, lacking any ornate decorations, creating a solemn and somber atmosphere.
After a long silence, a slightly impatient voice suddenly broke the stillness:
"Island Lord, how much longer must we hold out here?"
Sitting here so monotonously, doing nothing day after day, is making my cultivation level practically rust!
The speaker was a monk in a blue robe, with an impatient expression.
His brows were furrowed, his knuckles tapping incessantly on the stone table, his spiritual energy restless and unstable, and his long-suppressed irritability almost overflowing.
"Yes, Island Master!"
A white-robed monk standing next to him immediately echoed, his tone full of helplessness.
"This deserted island doesn't even have a small spiritual vein."
For the past seven years, we have only been able to slowly absorb the thin and impure spiritual energy of heaven and earth to maintain our cultivation, and even normal meditation and cultivation have been difficult to guarantee.
If this continues, not only will our cultivation level fail to improve,
It might even fall backwards.
"I have already sensed that my cultivation level is weakening, my spiritual energy is dull and stagnant, and there are obvious signs of regression."
The third cultivator spoke in a deep voice, his expression solemn.
Everyone nodded in agreement, a sense of resentment permeating the air.
Another wealthy Nascent Soul True Monarch gave a wry smile, shook his head, and sighed:
"We Nascent Soul cultivators require a vast amount of spirit stones and spiritual energy for our cultivation."
No matter how wealthy one is, one cannot withstand seven years of excessive consumption and stagnant spiritual practice.
Even with all our savings, it's almost gone.
As soon as he finished speaking...
He rose, cupped his hands in greeting, and looked earnestly at the person in the main seat:
"Island Lord, we humbly request that you grant us permission to temporarily return to the Immortal City for cultivation."
When the front lines require combat strength, a single summons will suffice, and we will rush to their aid from afar, arriving on the battlefield immediately without the slightest delay.
"In my opinion, why should we stubbornly stick to our guns?"
A True Lord, clad in fierce battle armor and exuding a chilling aura, suddenly stood up, his gaze sharp and his tone impassioned.
"On the opposite demon race's position, there are only about twenty Nascent Soul stage demons stationed there."
Although the number of demon cultivators exceeds that of our army,
But please do not forget, our forces secretly harbor a half-Saint level expert!
His eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit:
"Without any demon cultivators at the Half-Saint Realm to guard the enemy, the disparity in strength is enormous. Defeating this group of demons would be a piece of cake!"
It would be better to immediately order a full-scale attack and crush the enemy's demon territory in one fell swoop.
If we win this battle, we will gain considerable merit.
Moreover, it would also bring fame and fortune to the many fellow practitioners in the Cultivator Association, how glorious would that be?
What do you fellow Daoists think?
"That makes sense!"
"That half-saint senior of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect who was stationed on the island and cultivated in seclusion was punished and deprived of his freedom."
But deep down, he surely longed to atone for his crimes, to seek blessings for the future generations of the sect, and to lessen his own punishment.
Someone added in a low voice, a calculating glint in their eyes.
That's right!
Unless there is a major crisis on the surface, the semi-saint senior will not take action.
However, as long as we offer generous terms, promising to help their sect's disciples accumulate merits and shorten their sentences,
Using this as leverage, that semi-saint senior will surely not refuse to fight!
"With a half-Saint level expert in command, our army is certain to win this battle; there is absolutely no reason for us to lose!"
"good!"
"I second that request; I humbly request the Island Lord to issue the order!"
A group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs echoed in unison, their voices rising and falling in waves.
The once quiet hall suddenly became noisy.
All eyes were burning with fervor, focused entirely on the island lord seated in the main seat, their gazes filled with eagerness and longing.
Everyone knew perfectly well that the merits earned by the Cultivator Association were extremely valuable.
Not only can they be exchanged for rare elixirs and precious medicinal herbs,
It can even be exchanged for a high-grade large spiritual vein, bringing blessings to future generations of the sect and benefiting countless generations;
besides……
There are also rare supernatural powers and methods that are hard to come by with spirit stones, as well as exclusive cultivation techniques for those at the half-saint realm, all of which are top-tier opportunities that ordinary cultivators dream of.
On the high platform, the Wood Dragon Island Master quietly looked at the excited crowd before him, his face gentle, his brows full of helplessness, and a bitter smile on his lips.
He wore a dark-patterned brocade robe, and his aura was gentle and restrained. Although he had no fierce or murderous aura, he possessed a calm and composed demeanor that indicated he was in control of the entire situation.
"Fellow Daoists, it is not that I, the island lord, am deliberately preventing you from returning to the city to recuperate."
It wasn't that they were unwilling to order troops to defeat the demon race.
He spoke slowly, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.
"Simply because the association's top leadership issued a death order:"
Before the new decree arrives, the stationed cultivators are not allowed to leave the battlefield without authorization.
Those who disobey orders will be stripped of their positions and have their military achievements revoked;
Serious offenses will be directly deemed treason and severely punished according to the association's laws.
With this remark,
The noisy hall suddenly fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.
The True Lords, who had been so eager for battle and restless just moments before, all composed themselves, and the fervor in their eyes quickly faded.
Instead, there was apprehension and solemnity.
The monks' association has strict laws and harsh punishments, so no one dares to easily violate the prohibitions.
"Furthermore, I would like to advise you all not to attempt to speak ill of that half-saint senior from the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect in private."
The island lord of Mulong Island added calmly, his tone solemn.
"The association's ban also applies to him; without a new decree, he would never dare to act on his own."
He opened his palm, his tone frank:
That's all I have to say.
If you insist on leaving the island, no one at the gate will stop you; you may leave on your own.
However, please do not blame this island lord for not giving prior notice regarding the subsequent punishment.
The group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs looked at each other, and no one dared to bring up the matter of sending troops or returning to the city.
The association's ironclad rules, like a sharp blade hanging overhead, firmly suppressed everyone's greed and restlessness.
Seeing that everyone had calmed down and composed themselves, the Wood Dragon Island Master's expression softened, and he spoke gently to soothe them:
"There is no need for you all to be overly anxious."
Based on my calculations, the day when the association's new decree will be issued is fast approaching.
These monotonous and relentless days cannot last long.
If we can endure seven years, why should we care about this short period of time?
Just wait a little longer.
Upon hearing this, the group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs, who had been dejected, suddenly had a glint of light in their eyes, and their expressions instantly became excited.
In the past, the Lord of Wood Dragon Island always strictly adhered to the rules and never leaked any information.
These words clearly conceal a deeper meaning.
One of the cultivators, unable to contain his curiosity, quickly asked:
"Island Master, do you mean you know some latest inside information?"
Do not hide anything from us!
Everyone looked up, their eyes fixed intently on the Wood Dragon Island Master, filled with anticipation.
The Island Master of Wood Dragon Island did not deliberately keep them in suspense, but frankly offered his guidance:
“You usually only focus on meditation and spiritual practice, and rarely pay attention to changes in the flow of troops stationed here.”
In recent years, apart from the idle cultivators, the people sent by the association to reinforce the island are mostly cultivators who are proficient in various immortal arts, such as array masters and weapon refiners.
However, this year saw an unusual change: the association did not send any cultivators proficient in various immortal arts.
His gaze was deep, and he slowly uttered his judgment:
"This unusual allocation was by no means unintentional."
The association is likely secretly preparing a large-scale operation, and the start of the operation is not far off.
We only need to wait patiently for instructions.
"Only after the island lord reminded me did I realize that I had never noticed this anomaly before!"
One of the True Lords suddenly realized what was happening and looked moved.
"Thank you for your guidance, Island Master!"
Fortunately, the island owner oversaw the overall situation and had keen insight into the details.
Everyone expressed their gratitude, their voices filled with admiration.
The Wood Dragon Island Master smiled faintly and calmly explained:
"As the island lord, I need to control the situation on the entire island, and all the reinforcements must be registered and verified by me personally."
These subtle changes are naturally obvious at a glance.
It's normal that you all dislike complicated and trivial matters and haven't noticed this.
Inside the hall, the crowd began to discuss the matter again, their tone no longer filled with anxiety and complaints, but rather with anticipation and longing.
Everyone was secretly speculating about what kind of big operation the association was preparing.
What these Nascent Soul cultivators didn't know was that while they were discussing and speculating...
The mysterious president of the Human Cultivators Association had already quietly crossed the border between the two races and stepped into the perilous depths of the True Dragon Sea.
Deep within the True Dragon Sea, in a dark void far removed from war and sparsely populated by humans...
Suddenly, fine ripples spread across the space, gently rippling outwards like waves on water.
The surrounding seawater was stagnant, and the spiritual energy was frozen.
Even the floating sea mist seemed to freeze in mid-air, and the entire space fell into an eerie silence.
next moment,
A tall, slender figure, dressed in simple, elegant robes, slowly stepped out from the distorted void rift.
The person who arrived was none other than Cheng Buzheng.
His face was cold and indifferent, his brows and eyes were aloof, and no trace of powerful spiritual energy emanated from him; his aura was dull and flat.
Like an ordinary mortal, he showed no trace of cultivation, yet he possessed an indifferent and imposing aura that looked down upon all living beings.
Behind Cheng Buzheng, a massive array of light curtains stretched across the sea and sky, thick and vast, separating the two sea regions.
This is the supreme isolation array personally set up by the ancient Langya powerhouse.
The fortifications are strong and impenetrable.
He paused in the void, slowly turned his head, his indifferent gaze sweeping over the majestic array behind him, before turning to look at the vast and boundless True Dragon Sea.
The dark seawater surged and churned, and terrifying dangers lurked beneath the gloomy depths.
The sea breeze, carrying a strong, eerie aura, rushed towards us.
Cheng Buzheng's gaze quickly scanned the surrounding sea area, finally settling precisely on a dark, deep sea below.
Without any unnecessary movements, he casually raised his hand, and his wide sleeves moved without any wind.
An invisible, intangible, and vast terrifying force suddenly swept across the area, forcibly pushing aside the surrounding seawater and creating a vast, empty vacuum.
boom--!
A dull, deafening roar suddenly erupted.
The deep sea suddenly burst open, and dozens of thick water columns shot into the sky, carrying seawater and sand, rising hundreds of feet into the air before crashing down, splashing water everywhere.
In the turbid, turbulent seawater...
A massive deep-sea serpent was forcibly imprisoned by an invisible force.
Its body twisted and struggled, its scales screeching as they rubbed together, its head thrashing violently, yet it could not break free from its restraints.
It could only fly backward uncontrollably towards the void where Cheng Buzheng was.
This snake was entirely black, with hard, cold scales. Its long tongue flickered constantly, and it was surrounded by a fierce and malevolent aura.
A pair of jet-black vertical pupils were now filled with extreme fear.
The icy snake eyes were fixed on the seemingly ordinary figure before it.
Instinctively sensing a deadly danger.
...(End of this chapter)