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Chapter 1019 The Descent of the Celestial Maiden (Prologue)
The Heavenly Sect's actions were truly extraordinary.

Especially the two sides in the battle, Lord Shen and Tiger Corpse, are both top-level Heavenly Sect cultivators, far surpassing ordinary Heavenly Sect cultivators and reaching an unbelievable realm.

If the Martial Saint is the other side of a great river, then the Grandmaster is the one crossing the river on this side, pointing his sword at the other side.

The difference lies in the fact that the higher the realm, the closer one is to the goal. The pinnacle of the Heavenly Sect is like standing on a riverbank, with the Martial Saint within easy reach.

The ordinary Heavenly Sect members were still on their way to the flat land on the riverbank, a considerable distance away.

The most powerful sects, in their attacks, not only possess destructive power, but also the power of life and death.

With a single strike, mountains shattered and the earth tore apart, causing irreparable damage. But in the blink of an eye, driven by the intent and power of his fist, the shattered rocks reformed and the cracks in the ground disappeared without a trace.

Scenes unfold continuously, all the time.

The entire southern border region is filled with scenes of destruction followed by rebirth and resurrection, making viewers feel as if they are in a dream.

"No wonder the Supreme Heavenly Sect possesses such immense power, enabling them to unleash their full potential and display their skills to the fullest!"

Previously, Zhou You had serious doubts that the vastness of the Southern Frontier could not accommodate a fight between two top-tier sect masters.

Tiger Corpse and Lord Shen leaped beyond the speed of light, traversing the entire southern border in an instant, and then directly pierced through the sky.

The physical body tears through space, rendering distance and barriers insignificant.

The world is vast, yet it cannot contain such an extraordinary person.

Zhou You suddenly sighed, “Zhenbei Ge, Tiannan Divine Sword, and Lord Shen in front of me, they clearly have the power to roam the world, yet they are willing to stick to one place. This shows that even the strongest power has its limitations.”

Lord Shen guards the southern border, serving his lord faithfully, while Bei Ge and Nan Jian shoulder the responsibilities of the northern lands and the capital, and are simultaneously troubled by the prospect of becoming a martial saint.

With greater power and higher goals come greater responsibilities.

"Don't be discouraged. If you don't understand it now, try your best to remember it and digest it later!"

Zhou Nanwang noticed Zhou You's disappointed expression and whispered words of comfort to him.

As they spoke, the tremors between heaven and earth grew even more violent.

The tiger corpse merged more and more powerfully with the demon king's corpse, its eyes filled with savagery and cruelty, its own aura was concealed, and in its place was the demon king's unique cruel aura.

That was a supreme demon that once ravaged an era and was only slain by an unparalleled primordial martial saint.

To be fair, if he hadn't encountered the extraordinary Primordial Martial Saint, the Demon King's overall strength would have been no less than that of an ordinary Martial Saint.

Reborn after traversing countless years, despite losing most of its power, the remaining strength, once fully released, still reached a terrifyingly massive amount.

"Lord Shen, today we will break your pillar, causing the Southern Heaven to collapse and the world to descend into chaos."

The tiger corpse laughed loudly, and the words it uttered were already in the tone of a demon king.

He made a move that surprised everyone, and with a backhand, he stabbed the Yin Dao into his body.

The wounded flesh writhed, but instead of bleeding or weakening, it swallowed the sharp steel knife like a gaping maw, crunching and cracking, until it finally merged with the body.

"Flesh and blood wreak havoc; this is the Demon King's unique ability. His entire body has no weaknesses or flaws, and his flesh and blood can devour divine weapons!"

The terrifying legends about the Demon King in my memory are becoming reality one by one.

After swallowing the Yin Blade, the 'Demon King' Tiger Corpse's attacks with its bare hands became even sharper and more deadly, like a torrential rain and whirlwind, crashing one after another into the Sky-Supporting Staff.

Once the sparks from the collision appear, they immediately expand into a fireball resembling a falling star.

The torn air left streaks of marks, sharp cuts crisscrossing the surface, enough to make one's eyes bleed at a glance.

"Lord Shen!"

This ruler of the Southern Frontier, a towering pillar, wielded a long staff and fought against the tiger corpse in front of everyone.

Compared to the tiger corpse's increasingly intense aura, Lord Shen's performance was unremarkable, best described in one word: steady. Steady, like a still well, unmoved by any upheaval.

His lean body leaped and darted about, wielding his staff, striking the tiger's corpse repeatedly.
Each strike sent sparks flying and billows of black smoke billowing. Though it seemed to leave no wounds, the damage was real and deep within the opponent's body.

"A skilled attacker makes it impossible for the enemy to know where to attack!"

Suddenly someone commented on Lord Shen's brilliance: he raised his staff and struck, hitting the target every time. The tiger corpse had no way to defend itself and could only use its body to withstand the critical blows of the Sky-Piercing Staff.

Don't underestimate the power of a stick strike. It may not be visible on the surface, but it inflicts internal injuries that, when accumulated, can be fatal.

This is the purest and ultimate form of martial arts, pushing the potential and mysteries of the human body to their limits.

Although Zhou You's style differed from Lord Shen's, he could still see that this senior had mastered the art of boxing to its fullest extent.

The difference between him and a martial saint wasn't due to talent or hard work, but rather a bit of luck.

If fate does not favor you, even a genius or a ruthless hero cannot seize that position.

As the tiger corpse grew stronger, it was constantly surrounded and beaten by Lord Shen with his stick.

If this continues, it will never end; there's no end in sight.

At this moment, the treacherous demon roared, "What are you waiting for? Kill!"

The tiger corpse's body trembled violently. Without hesitation, it clapped its paws together as if holding onto a giant star in the void.

"Tiger Demon Plays with the Celestial Star!"

His arms swelled up to the point of bursting, the muscles stretched the skin to the point of translucency, and the blood flowed beneath the skin like a cascading waterfall, as if his body contained a compressive force a million times greater than its volume.

Once such terrifying power is unleashed, the entire southern border region will be blown to pieces.

The martial artists watching the battle turned ashen-faced. Who could have imagined that simply watching the final battle would end in such a tragic fate?

In this situation, only those at the Earthly Realm level or above, who can use city-building techniques to cut through space, would likely survive the aftershocks of this attack.

Now, the only hope is that Lord Shen can hold them off.

The tiger corpse's target was Lord Shen.

With a single, playful embrace, he instantly trapped Lord Shen and his staff in his palm.

This move was like sounding a horn, turning on the switch to trigger the signal.

"Hahaha!"

The wicked demon suddenly laughed loudly, "Tiger Corpse, thank you for your help!"

He recited aloud, “A thousand years have passed in vain, time has slipped away, and no stone bridge has been built through the hole, no moss has grown on the bank. Demons and humans are on different paths. I wish I could borrow the billions of divine soldiers in the world to sever my evil body and ascend to the supreme and noble celestial path.”

As he chanted, ignoring the disdainful looks of countless martial artists, two lines of tears streamed down his face.

Once upon a time, Ning Yao was a poor scholar who found joy in poverty and nourished his mind with the magnificent and fantastical worlds in books.

He disregarded the scorn of the world and had long since transcended physical pleasure and pain.
Until one day, he came across a passage describing 'celestial maidens' in a book. The passage seemed to possess a magical power, filling him with an endless longing for 'celestial maidens'.

From then on, the world lost an insignificant old scholar, but gained a treacherous villain who borrowed military power.

His first half of life was mediocre and wasted, but the second half was the true beginning of his glorious life.

"Celestial Maiden, Mother, return!"

With a soft murmur, the treacherous demon, through the military advisor, unveiled the plan he had been scheming for most of his life, a plan that would cost him his entire life.

Welcome, Ci!

(End of this chapter)