Born with immortal seed

Chapter 664 Pacifying the Shattered Star Abyss

The demon whale flipped over, creating huge waves and letting out a mournful whale cry.

It's as if it takes you back to ancient times, to the wilderness, to the ruggedness, to the wild.

The Heavenly Punishment Peak Master's Measuring Ruler grew with him, embodying his understanding of the laws of heaven and earth.

This is significantly different from other Heavenly Treasures.

Just like Bai Zichen, who has many fifth-tier flying swords, each with a different sword intent, he has yet to find a flying sword that truly resonates with his true meaning of time.

This is the norm in the cultivation world. Heaven-reaching spiritual treasures are rare to begin with, let alone one that is perfectly matched with a cultivator.

The measuring ruler is an exception; when it is swung down, it creates its own realm.

Within arm's reach, I am the most respected.

It is everywhere; it can be reached at a thought.

If the Heavenly Punishment Peak Master were to wield the Measuring Ruler in the Eastern Region, it would immediately fall upon the Shattered Star Abyss.

Even if separated by millions of miles, the power of the Jade Ruler will not be affected or diminished in the slightest.

Back then, when punishing the man-eating demon race, the peak master struck from afar on Heavenly Punishment Peak, turning the demon into mincemeat from countless miles away.

The secret treasure created by separating a strand of the origin also possesses this characteristic.

No matter what methods the Demon Whale used, it couldn't evade it.

Instead, it aroused the ferocity of the demon whale, and its skin became covered with colorful patches, which upon closer inspection could be seen to be bright runes.

It's not an external addition, but rather the blood vessels protruding and appearing on the skin.

The wound, deep enough to expose bone, had congealed blood, resembling pectin, and the breath continued to rise.

A dark shadow rose from the seabed, indistinct and blurry, but upon closer inspection, it became clear that it was the phantom of an identical demonic whale.

Its eyes were empty and lifeless, and its appearance darkened the sky by a fraction. The phantom quickly merged with the demonic whale.

The oppressive aura of a fourth-tier superior-grade demonic beast swept across the entire arena, and a sharp, whale-like cry, like a steam whistle, caused the Moral Sect's battle formation to sway back and forth like ears of rice.

Many disciples let out a muffled groan, collapsed to the ground, their fate unknown.

Fortunately, the black and white Bagua diagram on the soles of my feet swirls, exchanging Yin and Yang energies, absorbing the deathly intent and expelling the life force.

The disciples regained their color and were able to help each other to their feet, sit cross-legged on the ground, and clap their palms together.

Rejoined the battle formation, firmly restraining the leaping water monkey.

Its movements were ghostly and so fast that they were hard to fathom, as if hundreds of water monkeys existed in the arena at the same time.

Every water monkey was launching an attack, with no two repeating the same action, making it impossible to distinguish the real from the fake.

Ignoring the three Bagua battle formations, the three realms stood side by side, manifesting a millstone that generated a huge suction force, confining the water monkey to this space.

"Abyssal projection, this is something only pure-blooded wild beasts can do..."

Hong Da Zhenjun was startled. A cloud of auspicious clouds floated out from his sleeves and blocked the demon whale as if it had crashed into a ball of cotton, making no sound.

Besides their exceptionally powerful physical bodies, wild beasts have another major characteristic: because they are creatures that originally existed in this world, they can form projections after reaching the fourth rank.

Some face the abyss, some come from the sun, moon and stars, all kinds of strange and wonderful things.

These projections are similar to the external avatars of human cultivators, capable of undertaking many important tasks, and after merging with the main body, they can further enhance their strength.

But only pure-blooded wild beasts can do this; if even a trace of non-wild beast blood is mixed in, forget about it.

Fortunately, True Lord Hong was no ordinary person. These clusters of auspicious clouds were crafted by him from spiritual materials collected one by one while he was adrift in the Nine Heavens after ascending to the Gangfeng Layer.

There are many kinds of clouds in the real world, but there is only one kind of raw material suitable for this treasure.

Moreover, one must endure loneliness and refine countless clouds before one can create a single auspicious cloud; it is an extremely patient-consuming task.

However, once mastered, one will be unmoved by wind and thunder, and impervious to swords and spears.

Before its power is exhausted, it can provide all-around, flawless defense against attacks from different angles.

Each Qingyun formation takes nearly a hundred years to refine to perfection, a number that leaves all human cultivators feeling powerless.

The key is that it cannot be done by others; only one person can collect and refine the clouds. Otherwise, there will be flaws in the auspicious clouds, and the defense will not be perfect.

At the same time, the jade ruler was raised and then brought down hard again.

Despite the fact that the Demon Whale's strength had greatly increased after merging with the Abyss Projection, it was still helpless against the small jade ruler.

Snapped!
Before the brocade handkerchief dissipated, the jade ruler struck the demon whale again, turning its head into mush.

The enormous demonic body continued its relentless charge, hurtling forward with its momentum. Just as Hong Da Zhenjun was about to flee, he discovered that thin lines of water had somehow become entangled around his limbs.

Looking at the few thin strands, they are incredibly resilient and difficult to break when you try to break them.

The black dragon uttered dragon language, each syllable a water-based spell that swept across the sky, imprisoning him in place.

Hong Da Zhenjun's face was grim. He turned all the auspicious clouds in front of him to meet the impact of the demonic whale's body.

boom!
With a deafening roar, the two collided head-on, triggering a tsunami.

Seeing the opportunity, the black dragon revealed a ruthless look, plucked off three of its own dragon scales, cut open its dragon claws and let out nine drops of essence blood.

Using this as a medium, the location where Hong Da Zhenjun was situated was transformed into ice crystals.

The area was frozen solid for miles, and he and the demonic whale's body were frozen together, with the temperature continuing to drop.

Ice formed on the sea surface and quickly spread to more distant areas.

Meanwhile, the ice layer is getting thicker and thicker, almost burying Hong Da Zhenjun completely.

Mo Jiao revealed a hint of relief, then turned to look at the human army, his face filled with bloodthirsty killing intent.

As the descendant of all the wild beasts in Shattered Star Abyss with the lowest bloodline purity, it was this creature that laid the foundation for cooperation between the two sides.

At the crucial final moment, he persuaded more than ten descendants of wild beasts to travel thousands of miles to Shattered Star Abyss to protect this place at all costs.

Many descendants of wild beasts, having only been in the Shattered Star Abyss for a few years, regard it as their final lair and are willing to be buried here with it.

Click!Click!
The black dragon's joy did not last long; cracks appeared on the ice and continued to widen.

A faint light shone from beneath the ice, quickly burning through the ice.

……

A fleet of airships sailed in from the horizon, their hulls round and their jewels dazzling.

A faint Buddhist light emanated from the lead airship, a power borrowed from the Ruyi Buddhist Kingdom.

This airship is named the Chankuo Merit Ship, and it was sponsored and supported by the Kasyapa Sect.

After all, for the Kassapa school, as long as the Buddha Ratnakara is still alive, the Wish-Fulfilling Buddha Kingdom is constantly expanding its territory.

It is not in the real world, but in the Wish-Fulfilling Buddha Land.

Hundreds of years ago, there were rumors that the Buddha Baoguang had created fifteen levels of hell and twenty-three heavens in the Ruyi Buddha Kingdom.

Countless Arhats and Bhikkhus joined in, constantly rotating and cultivating, chanting scriptures and reciting Buddha's name. They were all practicing together, and accumulating mental power was much more efficient than when one was alone.

Even if this person is the invincible Buddha of Precious Light in his own Buddha-land.

The monks of the Kassapa school do not need to worry about the lack of sacred sites in their homes; the number of sacred sites they expand daily may even exceed the number of new believers.

Pure Light Buddha felt that his family had not contributed enough in the war between the two races, so he gifted this top-tier warship to help with the pioneering work.

It took three hundred years to make and was blessed by countless monks who chanted sutras countless times, making the swastika mantra shine with golden light.

The shrine, imbued with the merits and radiance of Buddha, is impervious to all evil, as solid as a rock.

Even without activating any restrictions, the Zhan Gu Merit Ship remained as stable as a rock as it traversed the Black Sea storm.

"I'm not too late... Senior Brother Hong wouldn't be so unwise as to insist on challenging the wild beast when he's clearly at a disadvantage."

A young monk standing at the bow of the ship smelled the strong stench of blood and muttered to himself, feeling uneasy.

But the blood stained the two canyons outside the Shattered Star Abyss, and one side was blasted open, forming a concave shape.

All signs indicate that a fierce battle has just taken place.

The airship circled around the canyon, and the scene unfolded before them. At a glance, they saw Hong Da Zhenjun sitting on a blue stone slab.

He had lost his former dignified air, and his eyes no longer held that cold and solemn light; he looked more like an old man next door.

"Junior Brother Yu, you've arrived."

Without turning his head, Hong Da Zhenjun spoke calmly, as if he had sensed the approaching person long ago.

"When we set off, we were delayed a little while waiting for the Kasyapa Sect's coffin and merit ship, so we were two days later than the agreed date..."

Yu Ziliang left the coffin-shaped merit ship, and wherever he stepped, a Buddha's light appeared, gently bringing him to the ground.

"I wonder how many other powerful demons are still here. We only have a little over ten thousand people this time, the rest..."

The questioning abruptly stopped, because he saw a circular hole in the chest of the Great True Lord Hong, piercing through from front to back.

"What, what's going on?"

Yu Ziliang was so shocked he almost jumped up. Even a Great True Lord couldn't withstand such injuries.

Without a healing elixir, this physical body will soon be ruined, leaving only a nascent soul to cross the Black Sea and the Eastern Region and return to the sect's Nine Luminaries Grotto-Heaven to survive.

"Why make such a fuss? They'll just be returning to dust a few years from now. They don't have much time left to live anyway... All the fourth-tier wild beasts have been dealt with. You've come at the right time. You can lead the cultivators to sweep the Shattered Star Abyss clean, leaving not a single wild beast that has reached its full potential."

Hong Da Zhenjun laughed and cursed, completely disregarding life and death.

He reached out and touched his own wound, where he could see the miniature nascent soul lying there, its chest pierced, its spiritual power draining away uncontrollably.

Indeed, as a Nascent Soul cultivator who has lived for nearly a thousand years, he has long seen the coldness and warmth of human relationships and witnessed the changes of time. His mindset is not on the same level as that of young people.

However, the higher the level of a cultivator, the more difficult it is to escape the great terror between life and death.

In ancient times, so many human cultivators were willing to undergo various bloodline modification tests by demons from the upper realm, just to prolong their lives by several decades.

The success rate is extremely low; if it fails, not even a complete corpse can be left behind.

Even if they are lucky enough to succeed and become one of the millions of people, they may become ugly, have a drastically changed personality, and even deny their past.

Neither the demon nor the monster race recognizes this half-demon, half-monster body, considering it an inferior mixed blood.

On the human side, such people are regarded as traitors.

Hong Da Zhenjun spoke calmly, as if he were telling someone else's story.

"However, the disciples who fought alongside me suffered heavy casualties this time... When you ask for credit later, junior brother, remember to report their names. Also, take a portion of the sect's merits that I left behind and give it to these disciples as compensation."

Hong Da Zhenjun looked ashamed. Three thousand disciples of the Daode Sect fought a bloody battle, using the Bagua formation to fight to the very last moment.

Finally, when the water monkey let out a cry and fell to the ground, less than half of the Daode Sect disciples were left standing in the formation.

"Don't worry, senior brother, we will not let the sect's disciples sacrifice themselves in vain."

Yu Ziliang looked up and saw that the ground was covered in mourning clothes, and the bodies of the Daode Sect disciples were being collected.

Judging from their expressions, many of them were withered and emaciated, having died from the exhaustion of their true energy.

Within the array, each cultivator is merely an inconspicuous cog in the machine, requiring no further action from you.

Exquisite swordsmanship, dazzling spells, powerful supernatural abilities...

All of that is useless. Just follow the main group and use the incantation to inject your true essence.

Having abundant vital energy and a fast recovery speed, being able to persist for a few more moments, is more important than anything else.

A sword light descended, revealing the newcomer's face. After looking around and seeing Yu Ziliang and the others, the newcomer quickly walked over.

All the cultivators who saw him, even those who were injured or exhausted, bowed deeply in utmost respect.

And it's clear that most people are sincere.

"True Lord Bai, you've come too."

Yu Ziliang cupped his hands in greeting and said.

"Senior Brother Hong is seriously injured and cannot pay his respects. Please forgive him, True Lord."

"Why bother coming here..."

Bai Zichen shook his head, glanced at her deeply, and turned to leave.

Yu Ziliang looked down and realized that Hong Da Zhenjun had already lowered his head and stopped breathing.

Hong Da Zhenjun of the Daode Sect died in the Shattered Star Abyss during the Black Sea reclamation war, at the age of 1,034.

"Respectfully sending off Senior Brother Hong on his journey, may we be fellow disciples again in the next life, pursuing the path to immortality together!"

Yu Ziliang bowed deeply, his feelings a complex mix.

He could guess to some extent what his stubborn senior brother was thinking: he didn't want to be looked down upon by Bai Zichen, so he had to make achievements before coming here.

In terms of age, for a Nascent Soul True Monarch to have lived to this point is no different from dying of old age.

It is still a pity that the dignified Great True Lord of the Moral Sect passed away in his later years due to fighting against demons.

……

There is no such spectacular building as the Crystal Palace at the bottom of the Deep Sea in the Shattered Star Abyss.

Without any surprises, there would be no special gains.

The beast's enormous size meant that it took several months just to count the materials before it was almost finished.

Several airships were filled with materials from demonic beasts and the remains of dead cultivators.

Cultivators also value returning to their roots, being able to be buried in the earth, and having a place for their descendants to burn incense and worship.

The soul enters the cycle of reincarnation, harboring the thought of being reborn and starting anew.

If even the body cannot return to its homeland and is scattered elsewhere, the soul cannot find peace and is most likely to become a wandering ghost.

If someone were to be blasted into smoke by a divine lightning bolt, they would truly be cut off from their next life and completely perish in this world.

Therefore, the pioneering allied forces have always attached great importance to the remains of fallen cultivators and have spared no effort in collecting them.

They also used strategically important warships to transport spoils of war, first sending the remains and belongings of fallen cultivators and the seriously wounded back to the rear.

The pioneering achievements of fallen cultivators were also transferred in full to their direct relatives or sects.

This is not just a show; it is the direct reason why the entire pioneering war system can continue to operate, and why so many low-level cultivators are willing to bravely sign up, even knowing how cruel and brutal it is.

(End of this chapter)