Xiuxian: Start with the medicine boy

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A series of faint sounds came...

The treasures that rushed forward were completely obliterated and reduced to ashes the instant they came into contact with the annihilating light wave, without even a ripple.

Not even a trace was left.

It was as if they had never existed.

However, the sacrifice of these treasures was not entirely meaningless—

Although they failed to block the final beam of light, they did slightly slow its advance.

This bought those mysterious cultivators a little breathing space.
This also led them to their final decision.

Just then...
A hoarse, broken voice echoed within the array space.
His voice carried a hint of madness and resolve;
"Old monster, today we will risk our lives to get rid of you, this scourge!"

"If we don't kill you, our sects will never have peace!"

"Fellow Daoists, activate the final trump card!"
"Detonate the core of the formation and perish together with this old monster!"

"kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

"···"

A series of resolute roars echoed within the array space, carrying the madness of a do-or-die mentality.

at the same time,

The crumbling formation suddenly erupted with an extremely violent fluctuation.
A terrifying aura instantly swept across the heavens and earth, far surpassing any previous outburst.

A dazzling, intense light erupted from the great formation.

moment!

The void within a radius of tens of millions of miles was completely submerged.
Even the sun's rays were overshadowed by this radiance.

Then came an explosion that was far more deafening than any of the previous roars.
The explosion seemed to shatter the entire world.

The ultimate destructive power erupted completely from the core of the great formation.
It sweeps away everything, devours everything.

boom!
The void shattered completely before this destructive force, forming a massive black void turbulence, with countless spatial fragments flying everywhere.
Wherever it went, everything was torn to dust.

Within the headquarters of the Cultivator Association, the magnificent palace complexes were utterly destroyed by this terrifying force.

Gold bricks and jade tiles turned to ashes, and beams, pillars, and pavilions collapsed instantly.
Even the ground was blasted open with deep, bottomless trenches.

Even the all-ending power unleashed by the multicolored light sphere began to retreat steadily in the face of this terrifying destructive force.

The power of the light waves gradually weakened.
Ultimately, it was completely devoured and obliterated by the destructive force.

boom!
A dull thud was heard.

Within the endless sea of ​​light, the enormous, multicolored sphere, radiating power to end everything, shattered.

The light scattered, and Cheng Buzheng inside seemed to have suffered a severe blow as well.

Then, a shrill scream came from within the sea of ​​light.

That voice was indeed Cheng Buzheng's, tinged with pain and resentment.
But it was quickly drowned out by endless explosions.

A short while later.

The endless radiance gradually faded, and the destructive power slowly subsided.
The void recombines.

But it left behind a mess.

What comes into view...
The once magnificent and imposing headquarters of the Cultivator Association had completely vanished.
Instead, there was a barren, white field.

The ground was covered with deep, bottomless ravines.
The air was thick with the pungent smell of blood and burning.

There are still residual fluctuations of the laws.
Chilling.

Not long ago.

The group of cultivators, whether low-level or high-level, were still discussing the matter inside the Cultivator Association headquarters.
Even among high-level cultivators, not a single one was able to escape.
Before they could even utter a scream, they were completely buried by the destructive power of the array's self-destruction, turning into ashes.

Not even a trace of his soul remained.

Wu Ming, who had been severely injured in the previous battle and was left with only a sliver of life, was no exception.

In the aftermath of this destruction, he was instantly reduced to ashes and perished completely.

Obviously!

The self-destruction of the Law Array, in a mutually destructive manner, completely buried all the cultivators at the Cultivator Association headquarters.
As expected,

There were no survivors.

at the same time,

Within Zhenhai City, countless cultivators gazed towards the direction of the Cultivator Association headquarters...

Their eyes were filled with horror, and their faces were etched with disbelief.

Some people were so frightened that they trembled all over and didn't dare to breathe.

The terrifying destructive power from just now could be clearly felt even from a great distance; that power was enough to instill fear in any cultivator.
Even a half-saint cultivator is as insignificant as an ant in the face of this power.

Then, murmurs of discussion arose from every corner of Zhenhai City.
His voice carried a mixture of fear, doubt, and worry.

Everyone was talking about what had just happened.
They were discussing Cheng Buzheng's life or death.

They were discussing the future of the cultivation world.

A gasp of surprise came from a private room on the top floor of a teahouse.

The monk who spoke was filled with horror, and he almost dropped his teacup.
"How is this possible!"

Doesn't the Cultivator Association headquarters have a president stationed there?

He is a rare Nascent Soul cultivator in the cultivation world, how could he let the Cultivator Association headquarters turn into a wasteland!
Could it be that even a Nascent Soul cultivator was obliterated by that terrifying formation?

Upon hearing this,

The cultivator sitting opposite him had a furrowed brow and pondered for a long time, his face showing a solemn expression.

Then he slowly spoke:

"Although it is hard to believe, the facts are right in front of us, and we have no choice but to believe them."

The force of that self-destruction was terrifying.
Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would likely find it difficult to withstand.

"If the president of the Cultivator Association was only defeated and escaped by luck, then that would be fine."

But if he truly perishes in this calamity...

The situation in the cultivation world, which had finally stabilized, was about to be disrupted again.

"Yes!"

Another cultivator sighed, a hint of regret on his face.

"The cultivation world has been in chaos for so many years. It's not easy to find a Nascent Soul cultivator like President Cheng who has the world in his heart and possesses formidable strength."
Thanks to his deterrent power, the major sects dared not easily start wars, and the cultivation world was able to remain peaceful.

If he truly perished, the various sects would inevitably vie for territory once more, plunging the cultivation world into endless war again.
In the end, it will be us ordinary cultivators who suffer.

"Ah, what a pity..."

"···"

While cultivators throughout Zhenhai City were discussing the matter and filled with unease...

In the void outside the now-white headquarters of the Cultivator Association, faint spatial fluctuations suddenly rippled.

This fluctuation was extremely weak, yet it stood out remarkably clearly amidst the deathly silence.

Then, a violent coughing sound came from the spatial fluctuations.
Cough! Cough cough!
The cough, though weak, instantly shattered the quiet scene before them.

It also attracted the attention of all the cultivators in the distance.

Then, one by one, mysterious cultivators with veiled faces slowly materialized from the void.

Their figures were somewhat ethereal, and they all bore injuries to varying degrees, their breathing was also very disordered.

Obviously,

They also suffered a significant impact during the formation's self-destruction.

But when they saw the monks' association headquarters below, now reduced to white ruins...

A fleeting, barely concealed joy flashed in his eyes.

The fatigue and injuries on her face seemed to be lessened by this joy.

"We did it! We really did it!"

A mysterious cultivator spoke excitedly, his voice trembling slightly.

Clearly, killing Cheng Buzheng came at a great cost to them.
This also filled them with immense joy.

"good!
Faced with the extreme power of such a formation self-destruction, even if that old monster was incredibly strong, he would surely die.

There is absolutely no chance of survival!

Another cultivator chimed in, his tone tinged with smugness and relief.
"Although we paid a heavy price and exhausted almost all of our resources,

But eliminating this scourge makes it all worthwhile!

That makes sense.

The only pity is that in order to kill this old monster, our sects have consumed too much of their resources, almost emptying most of their most treasured artifacts.

The sect's future development will likely be significantly affected.

A monk's face showed a hint of regret, but he still couldn't hide the joy in his heart.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

If we hadn't fought desperately at the last moment, self-destructing the formation and unleashing the full power of all our treasured artifacts, the outcome would be uncertain.

Perhaps, it will be all of us who die.

Absolutely!
The power that old monster just displayed was terrifying.
That all-ending shockwave almost broke through our great formation.

If the power of the formation's self-destruction had been slightly weaker, it would have been impossible to destroy it.
It's even less likely that they could kill it.

This outcome is already a stroke of good fortune amidst misfortune.

"From this day forward, this person will no longer exist in the cultivation world."

Our sects can finally rest easy!

"···"

The group of mysterious cultivators chatted amongst themselves, their faces filled with the joy and pride of surviving a calamity.

at the same time!

inland.

In a deep, secluded canyon surrounded by mountains, clouds and mist linger year-round, and birds and beasts rarely venture there.

At the bottom of the valley, on a flat area, stands a solitary bamboo house.

At first glance, this bamboo house appears no different from the dwellings of ordinary mountain hermits.

The three-story structure, with its slightly upturned eaves and walls woven from interlocking bamboo joints, exudes a sense of simplicity.

But what if there were cultivators here...?
Just a moment of focused observation will leave you deeply moved and horrified.

Every bamboo stalk that makes up the bamboo house is so green it's almost eerie.

The surface of the bamboo has a faint, lustrous sheen.

When the midday sun pierces through the thin mist above the canyon and shines obliquely, faint yet distinct halos of seven colors ripple around the bamboo house.

Red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, and purple, layer upon layer, like a dream.

Even stranger...

Whenever a living being approaches within a hundred feet of the bamboo building, an indescribable sense of tranquility and peace arises spontaneously.

The distracting thoughts in my mind were washed away as if by a clear spring, and my spirit was refreshed.
Even the flow of spiritual energy throughout his body became smoother.

If a low-level cultivator were here, they would probably think they had encountered an extraordinary opportunity.
However, if someone with cultivation above the Golden Core stage and extensive knowledge were to arrive, they would likely be unable to suppress their shock and greed.

This entire bamboo house is actually built entirely from "pure and enlightened bamboo"!

This bamboo grows where spiritual veins converge, and it takes three hundred years to mature. The bamboo itself contains a pure and tranquil Daoist charm, making it a top-grade spiritual material for refining magical artifacts that calm the mind and soothe the spirit.

Ordinary sects would find it difficult to obtain even one or two sections of material to refine magical artifacts, yet this place is so extravagant as to use them as building materials!

Not to mention, the bamboo house itself subtly exudes a harmonious aura that blends seamlessly with the surrounding天地灵气 (heaven and earth energy)...

This is clearly a complete "cave dwelling-type magic treasure" that has already given birth to the prototype of a spirit!
It can be carried on one's person, or it can take root in a spiritual vein, containing an inner space and generating its own array, combining offense and defense.
It is an extremely rare and precious type of magical treasure.

If you do not seize the opportunity bestowed by Heaven, you will be devoured by it.

This ancient proverb, which has been passed down in the cultivation world for countless millennia, has long been regarded as a profound truth by countless cultivators.

Faced with such a treasure, who wouldn't want to possess it?
Even if a Nascent Soul True Monarch were to arrive in person, he would probably be tempted to kill and seize the building.

"Squeak-"

A soft sound broke the long silence of the canyon.

The two bamboo doors of the bamboo house, which looked ordinary but actually contained hidden restrictions, were slowly pushed open inwards.

An elderly man dressed in a plain gray robe slowly walked out of the door.

The old man had an ordinary appearance, with deep wrinkles etched on his face, white hair and beard, and a slightly hunched posture.
He seemed like a weathered old man from the mountains.

However, the moment he stood in front of the bamboo house and looked up at the distant mountains, a temperament that was different from the ordinary naturally emerged.

It was neither an oppressive force nor a dazzling light, but a tranquility that had been refined over a long period of time.

A kind of detachment that comes from having read extensively and having a keen understanding of the world.
Like a wise sage who lives in seclusion in the mountains, yet always keeps a close eye on the affairs of the world.

He walked to a small platform paved with white jade outside the bamboo house, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked out over the valley, at the distant horizon obscured by layers of mountains and flowing clouds.

His gaze was initially somewhat unfocused, as if it had pierced through space and landed in a very distant place.

A faint hint of worry appeared and disappeared between his brows.

The mountain breeze brushed against the hem of his simple robe, bringing with it the faint roar of a distant waterfall, which only accentuated the tranquility of the place.

a long time.

A barely audible sigh drifted away on the wind.

"I wonder... how their plan is progressing?"

The old man spoke to himself in a low voice, hoarse yet clear.
Will it... go smoothly?

In conversation,

He subconsciously raised his left hand and gently stroked an ancient jade talisman hanging from his waist.

The jade talisman is bluish-green in color, with a warm and smooth surface. It is engraved with intricate cloud patterns, and a point of spiritual light slowly flows around its center, indicating its extraordinary nature.

The old man's expression calmed slightly as his fingertips touched the cool jade talisman.

"That's it.

The fact that no news has come in yet is perhaps the best news.

He murmured, as if trying to convince himself.
"Moreover... this 'Life Soul Jade Talisman' is intact, which at least means that there is no immediate danger to his life."

"Let's wait a little longer."

Planning is up to man, but success... ultimately depends on fate.

The words had barely left his mouth—

"Om..."

A soft white light suddenly shone through the old man's wide right sleeve.

At the same time, a cool and gentle force quietly spread, gently pulling his somewhat chaotic and drifting thoughts back.

The old man's expression shifted slightly, but he showed no surprise.

It was as if he had expected it all along.

...(End of this chapter)