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The demonic tides come one after another, endlessly...

Feng Jingchen, Zhongli Xiu, and the other disciples didn't flinch in the face of the predicament. Their eyes gleamed with determination, their hearts filled with a desire for victory and a strong desire to protect their country. In between battles, they seized the opportunity to recover their strength, take elixirs, and adjust their condition.

Feng Jingchen sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, his mind focused. The surrounding spiritual energy slowly gathered around him, his silver-white robe fluttering gently in the aura, like an immortal descending to earth. Having taken the Ten-Perfect Replenishing Pill given by Li Qinglian, he emanated a gentle glow, imbued with healing power. This light not only restored his own spiritual power but also soothed the pain of the injured disciples around him. The light, like warm sunlight, bathed the injured disciples, gradually healing their wounds and easing their pain. However, the pills they had brought with them were running out...

Looking around, the battlefield was still harsh, with howling winds and thick smoke. Monsters attacked from time to time, but they were unafraid and firmly protected each other. Feng Jingchen's face remained calm. Even when he was resting, his eyes revealed a hint of vigilance, ready to deal with any possible danger.

His breathing gradually became steady, and spiritual energy slowly flowed through his body, repairing his exhausted body. The surrounding land was stained with blood. Some had dried up, turning into dark red lumps, while others were still flowing slowly, seeping into the soil.

Zhongli Xiu, using his weapon-building skills, performed simple repairs and reinforcements on his longsword. Blue runes flashed through his hand, dancing around the sword like nimble spirits, merging into it. The light on the sword grew even brighter, as if infused with a new surge of power. The blade trembled slightly, emitting bursts of chimes, as if it yearned for another battle.

Zhongli Xiu's face was filled with excitement and anticipation. He was filled with confidence, eager to join the battle once again and demonstrate his prowess. His eyes gleamed with excitement, and his hands moved with practiced swiftness, as if he were engaging in an intimate conversation with his natal spirit sword, Yinying Xiaoyuan Sword. A faint blue light permeated the air around him, a reflection of the intertwining power of his spirit and the sword.

Time slowly slipped by amidst the fierce battle. They had fought for countless days and nights in this demonic battlefield. Every battle was a test of life and death, every moment filled with danger. The two could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion. But they held a firm belief in their hearts: to protect their homeland and everyone else.

Feng Jingchen constantly comprehended the deeper mysteries of the Sound Formula and the Spirit Control Technique during battle. His Sound Formula grew increasingly powerful as he practiced it, inflicting greater damage to monsters and bringing more beneficial and long-lasting blessings to more people. His eyes grew deeper with the passage of time, seemingly imbued with the vastness of the universe, and every move exuded an otherworldly aura.

The Sound Art of the Fiery Sky-Burning Lotus was becoming more and more powerful during the battle. On the battlefield, Feng Jingchen held his natal spiritual weapon, the Burning Shadow Flute, and the Sound Art of the Fiery Sky-Burning Lotus appeared above the monster like a blooming lotus. The lotus petals were made of light, slowly spinning, enveloping the monster, and then exploded in an instant, emitting light. The monster was reduced to ashes in the huge explosion, and the light produced by the explosion illuminated the dim battlefield, like a brief day.

When the lotus blossomed, the light was dazzling, and the patterns on the petals were clearly visible. Each ray of light contained a powerful force that completely destroyed the monster. The moment the petals unfolded, a fresh scent filled the air, like the fragrance of lotus, forming a sharp contrast with the blood and smoke on the battlefield.

Feng Jingchen's expression was solemn and sacred, as if he had become the master of this battlefield, protecting them with his strength and wisdom. Butterflies, condensed from spiritual energy, glided lightly through the swarm of monsters, unleashing a powerful force upon contact, sending them flying. Wherever the butterflies fluttered, they left behind a trail of beautiful light and shadow, a dreamlike trail. Their wings shimmered with a multicolored light, as brilliant as a rainbow. They danced gracefully among the monsters, bringing with them the power of destruction.

Feng Jingchen's expression was focused and solemn as he cast these spells. He seemed to blend in with his surroundings, the master of this battlefield. Every movement he made was imbued with artistry and power. His lips curled slightly. Having experienced the crisis of the demonic tide himself, he felt even more deeply the cruelty of the demonic tides that the predecessors of the cultivation world had once every ten thousand years. Here, everywhere, fellow Taoists were demonstrating their Dao through their own lives, and everywhere, the separation of life and death was played out. Compared to this scene, what did his childhood experience pale into insignificance?

Thinking about it this way, I had great talent, but I wasted more than ten years of my life because of some insignificant shackles. In the current world of cultivation with scarce resources, this is simply an unforgivable sin...

Elsewhere, Zhongli Xiu constantly pushed his limits in battle, his swordsmanship becoming ever more refined, and his dragon power unleashed with ever greater force. He exuded a powerful aura that dared not be underestimated, and each attack was imbued with power and dominance. His sword energy sometimes resembled the roar of a giant dragon, charging towards the monster with unwavering pressure. The dragon's shadow, accompanied by the sword energy, bared its fangs and claws, as if ready to devour everything. Wherever the dragon's shadow passed, the air seemed to burn, creating a distorted scene.

The dragon's form came to life, its eyes gleaming with golden light. Flames erupted from its mouth, instantly reducing the monsters to ash. The flames burned fiercely, illuminating a vast expanse of the battlefield. The monsters struggled in agony, emitting miserable cries. Zhongli Xiu's face was filled with solemnity and majesty, his eyes burning with hatred for the demonic tide, consuming everything on the battlefield. A storm of blue flames, mingled with the gleam of swords, swept across the battlefield, incinerating the monsters and leaving only a scorched earth.

The firestorm consumed the monsters, emitting a whooshing sound. Flames shot skyward, illuminating the entire battlefield and forming a stark contrast against the dark sky. Like a vast vortex, the firestorm drew the monsters in, mercilessly devouring their life. Amidst the flames, the gleam of swords gleamed like sharp blades, slicing the monsters to pieces. Zhongli Xiu fought with fervor and enthusiasm. His figure shone like a shining star on the battlefield, capturing everyone's attention. His clothes were soaked with sweat, but his movements never faltered. Instead, they grew faster and more ferocious. His heart held a single conviction: to defeat the monsters and protect everyone.

After long, arduous, and repeated battles, the demonic tide finally receded. The battlefield was filled with the smell of blood and gunpowder, the ground stained red with blood, and the scene was ravaged, like a ruin ravaged by war. Corpses littered the ground, both those of demons and monks, some mutilated, others charred and emitting a foul odor.

The disciples' faces revealed forced smiles as they silently gathered the remains of their fallen compatriots, silently celebrating this hard-won victory...

Feng Jingchen and Zhong Lixiu stood on the battlefield, watching the surroundings gradually calm down, their hearts filled with emotion. Their clothes were already soaked with blood and sweat, and their bodies were covered with scars, but their eyes revealed a sense of satisfaction and pride. Feng Jingchen's silver-white robe swayed gently in the wind, and his long hair was a little messy, but it only added to his unruly charm. His eyes showed a hint of fatigue, but more of a determination for the future. The blood on Zhong Lixiu's royal blue robe had dried, and his hair was a little loose, but his smile was still as bright as the sun shining through the clouds. His eyes burned with excitement, as if he was still immersed in the passion of battle.

"Senior Brother! We succeeded!" Zhongli Xiu shouted excitedly, his face filled with the joy of victory, and his voice echoed on the battlefield.

Feng Jingchen nodded slightly, with a faint smile on his face: "Yes, this is the result of everyone's joint efforts." Although his voice was cold, it was filled with irrepressible relief.

As they made their way back to camp, they were suddenly ambushed by demonic attacks. The demons emerged from the darkness, approaching swiftly like ghosts, their eyes gleaming red, filled with hatred and evil. Feng Jingchen immediately raised his hand and held up Guardian Xiao. Light erupted from Xiao's body once again, forming a massive circular shield. Intricate runes shone across the shield, like ancient castles, solid and mysterious.

The shield protected him and the disciples around him. When the monster's attacks collided with the shield, streaks of golden light and sparks flew out, like fireworks. The sparks flickered in the dim light, illuminating the tense faces of the surrounding disciples. A flicker of vigilance flashed in Feng Jingchen's eyes. He gripped the flute tightly, concentrating on maintaining the shield, a powerful spiritual energy emanating from him. His brow furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on the monster ahead, not daring to slack off even for a moment.

Zhongli Xiu gripped his sword tightly, his eyes gleaming with determination. His aura erupted instantly, a blue light blazing like flames, illuminating the darkness around him. He charged at the monsters, swinging his sword. Each strike evoked a streak of blue light, like razor-sharp blades, slicing through the monsters one by one. His movements were swift and decisive, weaving through the swarm with ease, unburdened by the surroundings.

"Come on, monsters, we are not afraid of you!" Zhongli Xiu shouted, his voice full of fighting spirit, as if declaring his fearlessness and determination to the monsters.

Just as they were about to resist, a flash of light appeared before their eyes, and their bodies suddenly appeared in a trance and disappeared from the illusion.

"Senior Brother? We are back?!" In addition to leaving the illusionary space, the loosening of his own realm shocked him beyond words.

"It seems so, but what is that figure over there? Could it be that the monster in the space has also come out?" He couldn't see the figure in the distance clearly in a trance, he only felt the breath of a living creature. He also felt that his realm was loosening and there were signs of an imminent breakthrough, but he had to solve the current dilemma first.

"Then it was just as you just saw, Junior Master." After talking about what happened in the illusion space, everyone staggered back to the medicine garden. Zhongli Xiu lay lazily on the bamboo bed in the medicine garden. After eating the Ten-fold Tonic Pill fed by Su Chen, he felt much better. They had already used up all the pills they brought in the secret realm.

"Yeah, that's right." Feng Jingchen, who was sitting on the side to rest, also agreed.

After returning to reality, the two not only showed signs of a breakthrough in their realm. The experience of the demonic tide battlefield in this illusory space not only trained and grew them in battle, but also sublimated their state of mind and strengthened their determination to resist the demonic tide in the future.

"Wow, you have such rich experiences in the illusion space, unlike me who can only dig herbs here." Lin Muci curled his lips and said, digging herbs and refining pills are really too boring, but he is indeed gifted in medicine. Uncle Qinglian said that it would be a waste of his good talent if he didn't take this path. In order not to waste this great opportunity given by heaven, he decided to practice medicine with Uncle Qinglian. Although it is boring, it is very happy to help everyone pass various levels and improve their abilities after the pills are refined.

"You are worthy of it." Zhongli Xiu looked at the medicine garden that was almost looted, gave Lin Muci a thumbs up, and praised him sincerely.

"Tsk." Lin Muci didn't bother to pay attention to his sarcastic tone and rolled his eyes at him.

"Have you discovered anything about the demonic tide in the illusion?" Jiang Qingwu asked, stroking his chin.

"What aspect do you mean, Junior Master?" Feng Jingchen asked, not knowing which discovery Jiang Qingwu was talking about.

"In terms of combat power, numbers, and intelligence." Jiang Qingwu wanted to know the difference between the monsters in the past and the monsters now. Before entering the secret realm, he talked with his master about the incidents of monster attacks and seeking help from the Wuliang Sect. Both showed that the monsters' attacks were planned, regular, and purposeful.

"The combat power is untestable, because the species in the space are all in the secret realm of the foundation-building and golden elixir stages; the number is also untestable. I have the impression that the elders in the clan described the demon tide as overwhelming and endless, sweeping across the Dongxu Realm; the spiritual intelligence is basically low-level, and the possibility of high-level spiritual intelligence being in command cannot be ruled out; in addition, the number of our righteous cultivators dispatched should be roughly estimated to be 50% of the monsters." Zhongli Xiu took over the topic and analyzed.

Feng Jingchen and Jiang Qingwu blurted out after hearing this: "This is the demonic tide from 20,000 years ago!"

"It seems the master of this Youhuang Secret Realm must be a powerful cultivator from 20,000 years ago." Jiang Qingwu and Feng Jingchen exchanged a glance and concluded, "If 20,000 years ago, there were only 50% as many righteous cultivators as there were demons, I wonder if the demonic tide we can resist in the future will only be 30%..."

After hearing Jiang Qingwu's words, everyone fell silent for a moment. With the cultivation world now facing a shortage of resources and the rampant destruction wrought by the evil cultivators of the demonic race, no one knew what the situation would be like eighty-six years from now...

"Let's not think about that anymore. The right thing to do is to work hard at cultivation." Jiang Qingwu quickly changed the subject, "I don't know how Ah Ci and Yun Sheng are doing. Let's keep looking."

Everyone continued to wander around following Jiang Qingwu's tracking talisman...