Traveling through time to cultivate immortality: a life and death test

The battlefield was one-sided. The He Huan Sect's army had originally come with great momentum to exact revenge, but they were outnumbered and outmatched. Needless to say, they felt frustrated, and now their lives were in jeopardy. Watching the disciples below, unable to distinguish friend from foe, slaughtering each other due to their limited spiritual awareness, an elder shouted, "There are no enemies below. Everyone stay where they are, avoid the aftermath. Do not run or attack!"

After receiving the elder's reminder and seeing that the "enemies" they had accidentally injured were all their own, the Hehuan Sect disciples suddenly realized their mistake and stopped attacking indiscriminately. They sought cover and deployed their defensive magic tools. Some disciples who were close together joined forces to set up simple formations to defend against the aftermath of the battle between the higher-ups.

The leaders of the Hehuan Sect are now complaining bitterly. Almost all of them are being targeted two-on-one or three-on-one. Even the smaller realms are being matched one-on-one, which leaves them no chance of escape.

"Ah!" After half an hour of high-intensity fighting, some weaker Jindan cultivators were finally killed. Their screams before death were particularly shrill and desperate.

"Stop! I surrender!" Finally, someone couldn't stand the pressure anymore and surrendered. Then his magic power was blocked and he was thrown to the ground.

"Surrender and you won't be killed!" Nangong Yan saw that the situation was under control and that he had put enough pressure on the Hehuan Sect's army. The other side was on the verge of psychological collapse. Now that the time was ripe, he began to persuade them to surrender.

Nangong Yan was a late Nascent Soul cultivator, possessing immense magical power. Although overseeing the Wind Rising Mist Formation consumed her immense energy, her spiritual power and the aura of a great cultivator remained. Her words were like throwing an ice cube into a frying pan, instantly shattering the illusions of the Hehuan Sect's leaders.

"Great monk!" The ten Yuanying elders of the Hehuan Sect were suddenly shocked and their faces changed drastically.

Their fantasy of expecting Great Elder Chu Shixiu and others to come to the rescue was most likely to be shattered. If a great cultivator from the other side appeared here, the Great Elder and others would either be lured away or targeted one by one and unable to escape. In either case, their large army would become isolated and without any external support.

"I will fight you!" The demonic monks have eccentric temperaments. Usually, they are fierce and warlike due to the influence of magic power. Now facing this situation where they are sure to die, they finally expose their brutal side.

The leaders of the Demon Dragon Special Forces and the Thousand Machine Army were all battle-hardened and well-trained. They weren't afraid of the enemy going berserk; their only concern was finding their weaknesses. Now, with the enemy's composure shattered under heavy pressure, they saw their weaknesses everywhere. They seized the opportunity and quickly dispatched several of their opponents.

"Stop! I surrender!" Voices of surrender echoed one after another. The freed-up personnel continued to join the siege in the immediate battle circle, putting even greater pressure on the enemy.

"Who are you? Why are you targeting the Hehuan Sect?" The leader of the Hehuan Sect's vanguard, a mid-Nascent Soul cultivator, was finding it increasingly difficult to hold on. Each of the two opposing demons was incredibly powerful, forcing him to confront them with all his might. They were clearly the pinnacle of their realm. He was filled with astonishment and doubt. He had never heard of these three people before; it was as if they had appeared out of nowhere.

Meng Wei and the others were too lazy to answer him. They all had sneers on their faces and acted calmly, constantly shrinking his space for movement, leaving him no chance to escape.

"Either surrender or die!" Zhang Yi flapped his wings fiercely and spoke in human language. His voice was cold and tolerant of rejection, while his hands continued to attack.

"Good! Good! I've never been bullied like this before. Even if I die today, I'll take someone with me!" He didn't dare surrender. His entire family was still at the Hehuan Sect headquarters, and several of his younger brothers, who were incredibly talented, were still there. He hadn't allowed them to join the army this time. If he surrendered, given Chu Shixiu's temperament, his family would surely have their souls extracted and refined, forcing them to lose even the chance of reincarnation.

Forced to do nothing, he prepared to self-destruct. He gave up resistance, bit his tongue, and was about to unleash his supreme secret technique.

"This is the moment I've been waiting for!" Meng Wei seized the opportunity, his strength and speed instantly doubled, he rushed forward in one step, and slashed at the enemy who had put away his defense with a knife.

"You!" His pupils widened as he watched the broadsword slashing toward him like a ghost. He had only halfway through his secret technique, and now there was no time to resist. He watched helplessly as the broadsword split him in two, leaving him no chance to escape even at the Nascent Soul stage. The leader of the Hehuan Sect, a mid-stage cultivator, never understood why the other side, despite such an advantage, was still hiding their strength and playing dirty tricks.

She Jiu and Zhang Yi rushed forward in one step, and one demon swallowed half of the other's body in one gulp. The Nascent Soul of a cultivator of the same level was a great tonic for the two of them and could not be wasted.

"Brother Meng, your secret technique of being so close yet so far away is truly amazing!" She Jiu and Zhang Yi burped, transformed into human form, and couldn't help but praise Meng Wei.

"No, no, I'm just taking advantage of someone's misfortune." Meng Wei put away the magic weapon and storage bag of the leader of the Hehuan Sect who was in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, and waved his hand modestly.

"The most difficult one has been solved. Without further delay, let's go and capture the other Nascent Soul elders!" Zhang Yi said as he glanced at the surrounding battlefield.

"It should be so." She Jiu and Meng Wei agreed, and then the three of them separated and ran towards the nearest target.

The other elders in the early Nascent Soul stage, who were already struggling to hold on, now had an opponent in the middle Nascent Soul stage. They collapsed instantly and fell quickly.

"Oh no, that's too strong!" Snake Nine had just launched a move when he realized something was wrong, but it was too late to withdraw. The one he was facing was only in the early Nascent Soul stage, far from being comparable to the previous mid-stage leader.

Poor elder of the Hehuan Sect who was in the early Nascent Soul stage, his pupils kept dilating as he watched the ninth-level snake demon attack with all its strength. He was already seriously injured and had no power to resist. He was killed by the blow, and both his soul and body were destroyed.

"Fall down!" Meng Wei struck out with a palm, knocking the Yuanying elder of the Hehuan Sect, who was exhausted from dealing with the situation, back. He spit out a large mouthful of blood and then fainted.

In just half a day, one third of the elders in the Jindan and Yuanying early stages were killed, and two thirds either surrendered or were knocked unconscious. In short, they were all captured alive, leaving Sheng Kang still struggling to hold on.

Several captains arrived to investigate, leaving Shangguan Nan, Qing Yuan, and Yuan Biao feeling humiliated. All three were competitive, but their inability to defeat their opponents for so long irritated them. They poured mana into the Mitian Bell relentlessly, putting immense pressure on Sheng Kang, who complained bitterly.

"Fellow Daoist Sheng, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. The Hehuan Sect has been completely wiped out. How long can you hold on?" Shangguan Nan kept persuading him to surrender.

"Hey!" Nangong Yan shouted angrily, hitting Sheng Kang's soul directly, which became the last straw that broke the camel's back. Sheng Kang finally collapsed.

"This old man is really troublesome!" Shangguan Nan cursed with a smile, sealed his magic power and captured him.