nyslfriends Chapter 1959 Ignoring it, the True Lords gather!
Chapter 1959 Ignoring it, the True Lords gather!
even!
They may be completely wiped out by the human race.
This is an ending that no demon cultivator can accept.
Therefore, the closer the human alliance's battle line gets to the True Dragon Sea, the greater the resistance they will face.
The fight became increasingly difficult.
The war intensified daily, and casualties on both sides continued to rise.
Every day, countless cultivators and demons fall on the battlefield, their corpses sinking to the bottom of the sea to become food for fish and shrimp.
The boundary between the Inner Sea and the True Dragon Sea stretches for tens of thousands of miles, and almost every moment, the sounds of fighting, clashing weapons, and magical explosions resound throughout the heavens and earth.
A large number of human cultivators and demons perished in this sea area.
Hot blood mingled with the cold seawater, spreading with the waves and almost staining the endless, seemingly limitless battle line red.
The seawater turned a glaring dark red.
Even the sea breeze carried a pungent, nauseating smell of blood.
For a time,
This world was filled with endless malevolent energy and a thick stench of blood. The malevolent energy condensed into mist, obscuring the sun and moon.
Even sunlight can hardly penetrate it.
The entire border was shrouded in an atmosphere of despair and tragedy.
It was like a living hell.
The fierce and brutal battle lasted for seven days and seven nights.
The two sides exchanged blows, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
The fighting finally subsided by the evening of the seventh day.
During those seven days and seven nights, the semi-saint level experts at the front lines witnessed firsthand the heavy casualties among their subordinates. Seeing the advance of the battle line becoming increasingly difficult, they were filled with anxiety.
They even jointly wrote to Cheng Buzheng, who was overseeing operations from the rear, imploring him to personally intervene.
Hopefully, he can use his supreme divine power to crush the last line of defense of the demon race in one fell swoop and end this tragic war completely.
however,
This joint petition was ultimately rejected by Cheng Buzheng.
Some speculate that he is planning a larger scheme.
Many more cultivators secretly complained about him, blaming him for disregarding the lives of those on the front lines.
But in any case...
It was precisely because of Cheng Buzheng's rejection that the intensity of the war gradually subsided seven days later.
Subsequently, the war between humans and demons entered a stalemate.
They beat each other a little every ten days and a big one every half month.
There was no longer a large-scale, all-out offensive, but it never truly stopped.
Small-scale skirmishes continued.
Both sides are secretly accumulating strength, testing each other's bottom line, and waiting for the next decisive battle.
For this,
Having received all the intelligence from the front lines, Cheng Buzheng remained completely still, sitting firmly in the main hall of the Cultivator Association headquarters.
His expression was calm, and he did not show his emotions.
It was as if the fierce fighting on the front lines and the life and death of his cultivators were none of his concern.
Only in the depths of those deep eyes would a fleeting, almost imperceptible hint of helplessness occasionally flash.
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This day!
In the outer void, billions of miles away from the human race's Zhenhai Immortal City...
A terrifying blue expanse stretches silently across the land.
Above this peculiar void, an extremely cold Daoist aura perpetually lingers, with swirling and billowing icy air.
It constantly exudes a terrifying aura that can freeze everything in its entirety, as if it were an eternal ice barrier.
Even a wisp of escaping cold mist can cleave the void and freeze one's soul.
Centered on this azure void, within a radius of a thousand miles, all was deathly silent.
No birds or beasts roamed the vast emptiness.
Not a single cultivator dared to set foot near it.
Don't even mention ordinary foundation building cultivation.
Even a Golden Core cultivator would have their physical body crushed and their soul frozen by the icy Daoist aura the moment they stepped into this place.
They won't even leave you a chance to be reincarnated;
Even a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator, with a long lifespan and dominance in their domain, would feel extreme apprehension and avoid this area if they sensed its terrifying pressure.
They dared not tread even half a step.
That's right.
This desolate, cold airspace, where no living being dares approach and all spirits retreat...
It is a forbidden land that has emerged out of nowhere in recent years and shocked the entire human race.
This place, too, is a peerless killing array personally set up by Cheng Buzheng, using the supreme array artifact, the Myriad Immortals Pure Source River, as its foundation and pouring out the full essence of the Great Dao.
The core of the [Qiankun Zhengfan Tianhe Grand Formation].
Looking up...
A vast, boundless river of azure sky stretched across the heavens.
The river water surged with the ultimate laws of ice, and a chilling aura swept in all directions.
The entire Milky Way resembles an ancient, icy dragon awakening from its slumber.
Head to tail, swirling and intertwining,
It transformed into a colossal, unparalleled ring-shaped barrier, completely encircling and trapping the surrounding vast expanse of space, forming an impenetrable net.
Within Tianhe···
Every inch of space was covered in ice, and the air itself was frozen solid.
Any ordinary creature that dares to enter will have its soul frozen instantly, turning into an ice sculpture.
Within the confined space at the center of the grand formation, a terrifying, towering figure stood majestically, its body radiating an overwhelming, world-destroying aura.
Its appearance is ferocious, like an ancient demon god, with its body covered in jet-black scales and crisscrossing blood-red patterns.
With each raise of his hand and each step he took, bursts of dazzling crimson divine light erupted, and the incomparably violent power exploded, slamming into the inner wall of the [Heaven and Earth Reversal Heavenly River Formation].
Boom—!
The continuous, deafening tremors reverberated throughout the entire airspace, as the crimson brute force and the icy Daoist aura collided wildly, stirring up boundless void turbulence.
Accompanied by relentless and ferocious attacks...
Above the incredibly sturdy barrier of the [Heaven and Earth Reversal Heavenly River Array], layers upon layers of azure light waves rippled and spread, resisting every destructive impact.
It is obvious that the ancestor of the Purgatory Clan, trapped in the killing formation, despite his immense resources and terrifying combat power,
However, his current attack intensity is still insufficient to tear through the Heavenly River Barrier.
They were simply unable to break through this supreme formation that imprisoned them.
at the same time,
Deep within the azure sky and the river that encircles the entire airspace, billowing fog and frost blanket the sky.
In a secluded, mist-shrouded void...
A hazy, indistinct figure was appearing and disappearing, its aura perfectly blending with the surrounding icy void, making it difficult to discern.
As the view slowly zoomed in, the thick, cold fog that had been obscuring the view gradually dissipated, and the blurry figure became clearer and more distinct.
Upon closer inspection, one could see a Taoist priest in an elegant robe, exuding an ethereal aura, sitting cross-legged in mid-air.
The area is shrouded in a chilling aura, making it difficult even for Nascent Soul cultivators to survive for long.
A slight mishap could damage one's foundation.
Yet this cultivator sat there calmly, his expression serene, his body radiating Daoist energy, completely unaffected by the extreme cold.
This person is none other than Cheng Buzheng himself, who sits at the center of the great formation, trapping the ancestor of the Purgatory Clan and holding the safety of the entire forbidden area in his hands.
However, if one focuses their attention closely and senses carefully, they will discover...
The terrifying pressure emanating from Cheng Buzheng was still incredibly powerful, but compared to his peak, it had clearly weakened by several points.
His Daoist aura appeared somewhat superficial.
His breathing was slightly unsteady.
An overwhelming sense of weakness quietly spread through me.
Suddenly...
Cheng Buzheng, who was sitting quietly in the cold mist with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes after his long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Two sharp, deep gazes suddenly burst forth, a clear and lustrous light of law flashing briefly in their dark eyes before disappearing in an instant.
He slowly focused his mind and introspected, carefully sensing the changes in his own foundation and the origin of the laws. In the depths of his calm and unwavering eyes, a deep sense of regret and melancholy quietly passed by.
A barely audible sigh slowly rose in my heart.
"This time, the price paid was far too high."
"I had already reached the peak of the second realm of the Blood Law, with a profound foundation and a clear path ahead, but now I have suffered such a decline and decay."
His cultivation level plummeted.
"The foundation of the Great Dao, built up over hundreds of years of arduous cultivation and countless opportunities, was mostly destroyed and lost in a single bitter battle."
Thinking of the severe damage to his own source of laws,
Cheng Buzheng focused his mind into his body, quietly examining himself.
Next second,
A phantom light screen, accessible only to his exclusive divine sense, slowly unfolded within his sea of consciousness.
The light screen was woven and condensed from countless intricate and profound Heavenly Dao runes and intertwined Dao principles, clearly displaying all his current cultivation foundation at a glance.
Master of the Jade Tablets of All Heavens: Cheng Buzheng
Spiritual Root: Metal (33%)
Fire (33%)
Soil (34%)
Realm: Nascent Soul Realm (Mid-stage 4%)
Cultivation Technique: Xuanhuang Undying Body (Level 4/10)
law:
The Laws of Chaos (Rune Realm 1/72)
The Law of Blood (Rune Realm 36/72)
The Law of Gold (Microscopic Realm 1/365)
The Law of Wood (Microcosm 1/365)
The Law of Water (Microscopic Realm 1/365)
The Law of Fire (Microcosm 1/365)
The Laws of Earth (Microscopic Realm 1/365)
Laws and Divine Powers:
The Five Elements Reincarnation Realm!
Nine-Rank Divine Power:
Spatial Escape (Spatial Movement)
True Spirit Dharma Body (True Spirit Transfer)
Soul-Slaying Sword (Sword of Consciousness)
Holy Light that transcends tribulation (Immune to all laws)
Illusory World Method (Reincarnation Method)
Luo Tian Divine Eye (Master of Evolutionary Laws)
The World of the Soul (A Moment in Time)
The Gate to the Soul (Space Corridor)
Nirvana Mind Method (Unlimited, Repetitive)
Ten Directions Devouring Void Domain (Spatial Projection)
Ancestor Imprints (Tracing Origins and Shaping Ancestors)
Laws and Secret Techniques:
Creation and Heaven-Mending Technique
Taiyi Six Lines Divination
Heaven and Earth Sacrifice Method
···
Inference value: 7
Rule value: 0.199
Cheng Buzheng's divine sense swept rapidly across the light screen, passing over numerous entries such as spiritual root aptitude, cultivation realm, and physical body techniques.
Without stopping at all,
It directly locked onto the "rules" section.
His gaze lingered, finally settling on the section on the Blood Law, which had suffered the most damage, and his eyes showed even greater regret.
"In order to trap this old monster of the Purgatory Clan, he did not hesitate to sacrifice his own Law Origin to activate the Myriad Immortal Pure Source River and the Heavenly River Array, which severely depleted his Blood Origin."
"If it weren't for my solid foundation and profound resources, the strength of my Law Body would probably have dropped significantly by now."
Cheng Buzheng sighed inwardly, a helpless sigh lingering in his heart.
A moment later...
He composed himself, suppressing his regret and resentment, and his thoughts raced as he considered the entire plan he had already meticulously devised.
Then, Cheng Buzheng's tense lips slowly turned up, revealing a confident smile.
Immediately, he raised his eyes and gazed into the distance, piercing through layers of icy mist and crossing the thick array barrier, his eyes precisely locking onto the center of the great array.
There, the progenitor of the Purgatory Clan continued his tireless and frenzied bombardment of the formation, attempting to wear down his foundation in the laws of the universe through prolonged attrition.
Wait patiently for the moment when his essence is exhausted.
"Lying dormant and patiently waiting, deliberately wearing down the enemy."
I know exactly what you're up to.
Cheng Buzheng's eyes were deep and unfathomable, and he murmured to himself:
"However, it's time for the offense and defense to shift."
The words had barely left his mouth...
He raised his hand and took out a communication jade talisman with ancient patterns and restrained spiritual light from his Qiankun thumb ring.
A light touch of fingertips, a slight movement of lips.
The deep, majestic voice condensed into a pure sound wave, which steadily entered the jade talisman without leaking out in the slightest.
After a while,
Cheng Buzheng slowly lowered his arm, held the jade talisman in his palm, and his expression returned to calm.
Just as the spiritual power of the communication jade talisman dissipated...
Hundreds of millions of miles away, in the heartland of the human race, within the prosperous and thriving Zhenhai Immortal City, a sudden storm is brewing.
One after another, powerful and incomparable auras soared into the sky from various buildings in the Cultivator Association headquarters, streaking across the sky and tearing through the clouds, rushing towards the continuous and majestic palace complex deep in the Immortal City.
In the blink of an eye,
Dozens of dazzling spiritual lights descended simultaneously, hovering steadily in front of a magnificent hall.
As the spiritual light slowly dissipated, figures gradually emerged.
They were all Nascent Soul Realm True Monarchs with powerful auras and solid Dao foundations.
Among this group of Nascent Soul cultivators are many veteran powerhouses who once guarded the various borders of the human race and governed large immortal cities.
There are also top-tier array cultivators who are proficient in array runes and can deduce array formations.
Each of them was renowned and powerful.
They are also a crucial and top-tier fighting force within the human race's territory.
Outside the main hall...
The group of Nascent Soul True Monarchs stood side by side, their gazes meeting subtly, each with a hint of doubt and probing in their eyes.
The familiar cultivators exchanged glances, shook their heads slightly, and looked bewildered.
Even more extreme, some secretly used a telepathic technique to whisper among themselves.
"Fellow Daoist, you have also been urgently summoned. I wonder what the purpose is for the Guild Master to suddenly issue an order to gather us at headquarters?"
"I was completely unaware of this. Just a few days ago, I was on the front line guarding the defenses when I suddenly received a decree from the chairman, ordering me to immediately return to the association headquarters and await further instructions."
"Me too, this sudden summons only makes me more curious."
"The war between humans and demons is currently at a stalemate, and the situation on the front lines is critical."
The guild leader has chosen this sensitive moment to gather all the Nascent Soul stage experts; there must be something of paramount importance that requires our joint efforts.
"It must be true."
Ordinary trivial matters would never warrant such a fuss, causing us all to gather here.
"···"
Subtle whispers circulated among the crowd, and an atmosphere of doubt quietly spread.
While the Nascent Soul True Monarchs were secretly discussing amongst themselves...
The two heavy, ancient iron doors in front of the main hall opened slowly to the sides without any wind, accompanied by a dull creaking sound.
A detached, calm, and authoritative voice slowly emanated from the deep and solemn hall, clearly reaching the ears of every cultivator:
"Please come in, everyone."
Upon hearing the order, none of the Nascent Soul stage experts present dared to be negligent in the slightest.
They quickly composed themselves, straightened their clothes and robes, and concealed their aura. They then lined up neatly and stepped into the main hall in an orderly fashion.
The moment they stepped into the main hall, everyone looked up at the high platform.
A majestic throne stood at the very front of the hall, upon which sat a figure of imposing stature and unparalleled bearing.
This is precisely the person in charge of the entire Human Cultivator Association.
The association president who intimidates all races—
Cheng Buzheng! (End of Chapter)