Born with immortal seed

Chapter 400 My Sword Has Never Been Weak
"The twelve Foundation Establishment disciples each brought enough cultivation resources to reach the peak of Foundation Establishment and two drops of Pure Spirit Jade Marrow... As long as one of them can form a Core, the sect's secret vault can be restarted and the Myriad Beasts Sect can be rebuilt."

A hint of sorrow flashed in Fang Tiansheng's eyes as he spoke in a heavy and forceful voice.

"Fortunately, Junior Brother Feng was spurred on by Ge Cang and insisted on going to the Boundless Sea of ​​Bitterness to seek a breakthrough opportunity. By a twist of fate, it turned out to be a blessing in disguise. When he returns, the disciples will have a backbone and will not be leaderless."

Feng Moyun ventured into the boundless sea of ​​suffering, and not a single word has come from him in all these years.

Fortunately, the soul lamp is still intact, which means his life is not in danger.

Judging solely from his talent in beast taming, Feng Moyun is arguably the best in the history of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, even surpassing Fang Tiansheng.

"You entrusted Bai Zichen with the whereabouts of the Five Crystal Divine Iron in exchange for his future protection of our sect's disciples. Do you have high hopes for his achievement of the Nascent Soul stage?"

Honglian recalled that when her master was still alive, Master Yang from the Qingfeng Sect came to visit her, requesting a spiritual item for forming a golden core.

One of the two young men following behind was none other than Bai Zichen, who is now quite famous.

She inherited the relics of the Black Wind Immortal, which allowed her to take the final step and successfully form her core.

The young man who once frequented the Beast Shop with you has become the most dazzling Core Formation cultivator in the Northern Region.

"More than just Nascent Soul, as long as he doesn't perish along the way, the outside world regards him as the most promising cultivator to reach the Divine Transformation stage in the history of the Northern Region... He's definitely at least a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator."

Fang Tiansheng's words were filled with envy, and he had to admit that there really are some talents in the world that can make people despair.

"Judging from this young man's actions, he is devoted to the Great Dao and is not disturbed by external things, but he is not the kind of person who is heartless and devoid of humanity... He is clear about gratitude and resentment and keeps his promises. Although Five Crystal Divine Iron is extremely rare in the world, it is the main material for refining spiritual treasures for other cultivators. Only when it comes into the hands of the Qingfeng Sect cultivators can it play its greatest role."

"I don't need him to repay me now. I just need him to keep this in his heart. When dealing with this kind of person, the later the return is received, the more significant it is."

"Late Nascent Soul stage, that must be an extremely beautiful sight..."

Honglian's eyes lit up as she spoke softly.

"If I have the chance to be reincarnated, I hope to go further. I haven't seen the outer sea at the end of the Eastern Region yet."

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Zengguang Immortal City.

The once bustling city gate, now only has a heavy, dark iron gate standing, separating the inside from the outside.

The city gate was engraved with countless runes, outlining a ferocious god or demon, lifelike in appearance.

At the same time, layers of cold light appeared, forming a towering array, and countless defensive barriers descended upon the city gate.

In the distance, one can still see the dense array of large war machines on the city walls; once activated, they would unleash devastating force, ravaging thousands of miles.

Although these large war artifacts have drawbacks such as being immobile and slow to charge, they are a powerful weapon when combined with a large defensive formation.

Each strike unleashed power equivalent to that of an early-stage Core Formation cultivator, causing the Dharma Aspect Sect cultivators to suffer heavy losses and numerous casualties among their disciples.

Even when the Moral Sect army first arrived, they couldn't gain the slightest advantage and were forced to retreat despite being led by a Nascent Soul True Monarch.

For months, the firepower on the walls of the Immortal City remained undiminished despite the continuous use of these highly vulnerable large-scale war artifacts. The distinctive attack methods of the Taiyi Thunder Cannon and the Zhuxian Fire Demon Crossbow were easily identifiable.

The sheer number of large-scale war artifacts accumulated in Zengguang Immortal City far exceeded everyone's expectations.

The cost of refining a Taiyi Thunder Light Cannon is at least 200,000 spirit stones.

The Immortal-Slaying Fire Demon Crossbow may be slightly cheaper, but each time it is fired, it must be paired with a specially made Immortal-Slaying Arrow, with a shaft made of Tier 3 ironwood, an arrowhead made of Tier 3 fire crystal, and a tail made of Tier 3 wind-type bird feathers.

When you calculate it this way, the overall cost is even higher.

According to the speculation of the cultivators of Tianfa Peak, after several years of fighting, Zengguang Immortal City has damaged and replaced at least two thousand large-scale war artifacts.

Compared to the astonishing number of large-scale war artifacts, the high-grade spirit stones consumed to simultaneously activate three fourth-order formations are negligible.

Everyone knows that Zengguang Immortal City, as the commercial core of the Northern Region, attracts cultivators from the four kingdoms and even other regions.

The number of spirit stones earned each year is countless, like the sands of the Ganges.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have attracted the envy of several super-large corporations in the Central Region.

"Such a heavy aura of killing intent! It even shattered the spiritual energy of heaven and earth!"

Bai Zichen flew his sword to the vicinity of Zengguang Immortal City. He lowered the sword light and clearly felt a difference from his last visit to the Immortal City.

Although the same crowds surged and swelled, last time it was a scene of prosperity and flourishing, this time it was a scene of solemn military formation.

Too many high-level cultivators, their auras soaring straight into the sky like towering plumes of smoke, each displaying their unique characteristics.

The spiritual energy of the weather was driven back and forth, squeezed to pieces by one Nascent Soul True Monarch after another.

“Those with lower cultivation levels simply cannot meditate and refine their Qi in this environment. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator can influence the flow of spiritual Qi with a single thought. Coupled with so many powerful auras, it is difficult to even enter a meditative state.”

Bai Zichen was already considered a cultivator who had seen many grand occasions. On that day, ten Nascent Soul True Monarchs gathered on one peak on Meili Snow Ridge.

Inside are two top-tier sword cultivators, Xiang Ji and Tang Fei, as well as a hidden powerhouse like Du Heng who switched to the demonic path.

However, compared to the current situation, it is still a drop in the ocean.

Each plume of smoke represented a Nascent Soul True Monarch, and there were nearly twenty of them in the arena, meaning that almost all the Nascent Soul True Monarchs from the Northern Region were present.

The smoke from the recent beacon was pure white and upright, radiating righteousness. Below it was a cloud chariot, bearing the insignia of the Heavenly Principle Sect.

"Shi Chengdong has arrived as well. It seems that in the eyes of the Moral Sect, the Heavenly Principle Sect, which has already moved to the Northern Region, is a truly local sect..."

Bai Zichen took a step forward, only to suddenly realize that he didn't know where to go.

Yu Ziliang only said that he invited the Qingfeng Sect to the event, without mentioning any specific details. Tianfa Peak also did not arrange any welcoming guides, so it wouldn't be appropriate to just barge into the central magic array.

After scanning the area, I saw a smoke signal as sharp as a sword thirty miles to the left, tearing the clouds in the sky in two, and forcing several other smoke signals around it to retreat far away.

"A Nascent Soul sword cultivator, it must be Senior Yan, so blatantly displaying his prowess..."

Upon seeing an acquaintance, Bai Zichen strode forward, moving through the air, and after a few flashes, he had already approached the sword energy and smoke.

From afar, the conspicuous sign of the Tianhe Sword Sect could be seen. Several sword cultivators sat on the ground, unlike other sects that carried flying magical artifacts that could carry many people. The group looked rather shabby.

No one cares how fast the Dharma Chariot flies; what matters is the grandeur and spectacle. The face of a Nascent Soul Grandmaster cannot be lost.

But for sword cultivators, the most valuable thing they possess is their flying sword, leaving them with no spare resources to allocate to other things.

The same applies to sword-cultivation sects. Rather than refining such a magical treasure, they would rather invest the same resources in refining flying swords.

"Where did this junior come from, daring to walk around on my head? Do you think there's no one who can counter the Void Escape Technique?"

Bai Zichen used the "Close Encounters" technique to cross two plumes of smoke. Just as he was about to pass near the last plume of smoke, a demonic hand suddenly reached out.

The blue and red demonic hand resembled a tattered cloth bag, patched and pieced back together, with obvious stitching marks on the skin.

Before it even reached them, a stench assaulted them, making their bodies burn and their true energy boil uncontrollably.

"A Nascent Soul demonic cultivator!"

Bai Zichen forcibly suppressed the urge to draw the Ziwei Dazzling Thunder Sword. With a thought, his powerful physical control instantly calmed his blood.

Sensing that the Azure-Red Demon held no killing intent, it opened its mouth and released a sliver of moonlight, which moved nimbly and gracefully within a very small area.

Below was a demonic palace, with tall pavilions and a sinister atmosphere. Hanging from the slender stone pillars were desiccated corpses.

Even after countless years and being processed and dried, the facial expressions remain lifelike, giving people a chill.

A surprised exclamation came from within the Demon Palace. The sword light contained true essence, indicating it was a genuine late-stage Core Formation cultivator.

However, the damage caused is already very close to that of the Nascent Soul stage.

More importantly, it possessed the power to penetrate and disintegrate, nearly causing the Green and Red Demon Hand to fall apart, with pieces of flesh and skin falling off.

This demonic hand looks weak and frail, but it is actually refined using a fourth-order secret technique, with ice silkworm golden silk as thread. Even if it is struck by a Nascent Soul sword cultivator, it may not reveal any flaws.

It was truly a realm where one sword could shatter all laws, allowing the Azure and Crimson Demon Hands to revert to their original state.

Relying on his might, the Corpse Puppet Capture Hand, which was invincible against cultivators of lower cultivation levels, was almost reduced to a few tattered skins.

"There is still a chasm between Nascent Soul cultivators and me."

Taking advantage of the destructive power of "One Sword Breaks All Laws" and the carelessness of the Corpse Elder, Bai Zichen narrowly escaped the Demon Palace's territory by one move.

He had to admit that if he didn't use his two trump cards, even if he could slaughter chickens and dogs when dealing with Core Formation cultivators, he would still be weak and vulnerable in front of Nascent Soul cultivators.

Moreover, if I'm not mistaken, the demonic cultivator who made the move was Elder Shibi of the Wusheng Sect, a demonic cultivator in the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

The old man's grappling technique was broken by the Core Formation cultivator, which enraged him. He then unleashed another demonic palm with overwhelming force.

"Who dares to attack and bully the juniors in front of the Heavenly River Sword Sect!"

Yan Yuanzai, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them and slapped the flying sword stuck in the ground in front of him.

A ray of starlight descended upon the world, transforming into dazzling starlight sword threads.

The demonic hands, clad in blue and red, stabbed repeatedly, several fingers exploding into a mist of blood.

"Yan Yuanzai, you youngster dare to stand up for others... If Tang Fei weren't still around, everyone would have to give your family some leeway!"

The demonic energy surged and condensed into the form of a corpse king. The surrounding area immediately became dry, while a heavy aura of corpses lingered.

“Elder Shibi, this is how our sect has always acted, and it will not change because of different people… Take one more step, and I will let you know that my sword is not without its weaknesses!”

Yan Yuanzai was full of vigor and showed no fear or hesitation despite facing a veteran Nascent Soul True Monarch.

A sword cultivator may lack strength, but must never abandon their principles, act erratically, or lose the spirit of a flying swordsman.

"For the sake of the late Tang Fei, I will not hold it against you..."

After the Corpse King dispersed, the old man Shi Bi stopped rambling and retreated back into the Demon Palace after speaking.

"Ancestor, Yan Yuanzai is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul, why should we give him so much face?"

A Core Formation cultivator asked.

Inside the Demon Palace, the ground is either rugged and towering or engulfed in raging demonic flames, and many halls have been burning for years.

The pillars burned bright red, and demonic fire raged wildly between the halls and buildings. Every few years, demonic cultivators who refined their bodies could gather a ball of fire to refine, allowing their physical bodies to improve.

"Yan Yuanzai is nothing to speak of. He is just a skeleton in a tomb, barely maintaining the sect's reputation with his fourth-order flying sword. It is just as fitting as the name of his secret realm."

The old man from Shibi let out a sinister laugh, his face displaying a forced, unsmiling expression, as if his skin had become stiff and solidified.

"I only realized that the person I stopped was Bai Zichen, and I didn't want to have a conflict with him, so I retreated... Unless I can really kill him, offending this person will only cause trouble for myself and my sect in the future. If that rumor is true, who in the Northern Region will be able to stop him a hundred years from now? Why be the villain now?"

(End of this chapter)