Transmigration begins with archery training

Tianshui Island, Ningyou Road.

This place is also an important battlefield in the border region during the war between good and evil.

The one in charge of guarding this place is the Grand Elder of Ziyang Palace, the only Nascent Soul cultivator from Tianshui Continent who came from a rogue cultivation background, and also the number one talisman master in the Tianshui cultivation world, Sikong Sheng.

The one leading the demonic army to attack this place was Mo Wuyai, the Grand Elder of the Xuan Yin Sect, one of the three major sects of the demonic sect in the Chaotic Wasteland, and a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

The two sides have been locked in a standoff here for more than 20 years.

Until recently, due to the large-scale transfer of Tianshui Continent's fighting force to Guangren Dao, the Demonic Path seized the opportunity and poured into the territory, besieging several cities.

Among them, the Golden Core sects such as Shengyun Sect and Luori Valley were completely wiped out in their desperate resistance, with no survivors.

Only the elders of Ziyang Palace remained, leading many disciples to retreat to Zijun City, but they were already at their last gasp and their days were numbered.

In three to five days at most, the demonic army will be able to breach the city.

"Great Elder!"

A Nascent Soul cultivator from the Purple Sun Palace stormed into the cave with a grave expression and reported to a middle-aged man, "The city's protective formation is about to collapse. What should we do?"

"Even if you can't hold on, you have to!"

Sikong Sheng said in a deep voice, "No matter what, Ningyoudao cannot be lost!"

"I understand, young man!"

The Nascent Soul cultivator's eyes were bloodshot: "We cultivators, even if we die, should die on the battlefield of slaying demons and monsters!"

"Stop shouting slogans here and get back to defending the city."

Sikong Sheng said in a deep voice.

"Yes!"

The Nascent Soul Elder turned and left.

After he walked away, Sikong Sheng began to pace anxiously in the cave, cursing the Supreme Elder of Kunxu in his heart.

Damn it!

"It was originally agreed that I would stay in the mortal world for five hundred years and then give me the next spot to use the Ascension Platform."

"With only fifty years left, this has happened!"

"I was born a rogue cultivator and have cultivated for two thousand years. It was not easy for me to achieve my current level of cultivation. How could I possibly die here like this?"

"To hell with the common people, to hell with the laws of heaven!"

"Back when I was almost beaten to death for a Foundation Establishment Pill, why didn't anyone help me? Why should I risk my life for someone else now?!"

"If I die, what meaning will this world have?"

"No, we absolutely cannot sit idly by and wait to die."

"Once the city falls, I will leave this place no matter what!"

Having made up his mind, Sikong Sheng left behind a clone that very night, while his main body took advantage of the darkness to escape into the starry sky, intending to flee this place.

When asked about it later, he can just say that the city has fallen and he returned wounded. That old man can't do anything to him, neither morally nor logically!

"Who?!"

After fleeing two thousand miles, Sikong Sheng stopped in a canyon, looking around warily: "Get out here!"

"Fellow Daoist Sikong, please wait!"

A thick black mist rose from the mountains and forests, quickly coalescing into a withered figure.

The newcomer appeared to be an elderly man in his eighties. He was dressed in a black robe and had four eyes, each gleaming with a different light, making him extremely eerie.

In his palm he held a scepter with a snake's head on it. In the snake's mouth was a jet-black bead, and the malevolent aura emanating from it caused all the vegetation within a hundred miles to wither and die.

It was none other than Mo Wuyai, the Grand Elder of the Xuan Yin Sect!

"Fellow Daoist Sikong."

He stroked his beard and let out a sinister laugh: "Where are you in such a hurry to go?"

"Haha~"

Sikong Sheng said, "Old Monster Mo, there is no personal grudge between us, so why are you pressing me so hard?"

"Who says there are no personal grudges?"

Mo Wuyai said, "You killed several of my junior brothers not long ago, have you forgotten them so quickly?"

"Stop pretending! Where do you demonic sects get any brotherhood from among yourselves?"

Sikong Sheng said in a deep voice, "Make way for us. You can take the city if you want. It hasn't been easy for us to cultivate to this point. I don't intend to fight you."

"Want to go?"

Mo Wuyai chuckled strangely, "Fellow Daoist Sikong, I've recently been refining a great elixir. If I could add a Nascent Soul cultivator as a catalyst, the elixir's effects would definitely be significantly enhanced..."

"Insanity!"

Sikong Sheng was furious: "I just don't want us to both get hurt. Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

"If that's the case, then what's the point of all this talk?"

Mo Wuyai's eyes were fierce: "Let's do it... huh?"

Just as he was about to cast a spell, his divine sense detected a powerful sword intent rapidly approaching from afar, quickly enveloping the entire world.

"Celestial Sword Intent... Shen Tu Hai?!"

Mo Wuyai's expression hardened, and he immediately retreated several thousand feet.

Immediately afterwards, a streak of light descended from the sky, and Shen Tu Hai, the Supreme Elder of the Heavenly Sword Sect, appeared in sight, riding backward on a black jade unicorn.

"Is it really you?!"

Mo Wuyai said incredulously, "Shouldn't you be helping Zhao Rui and the others slaughter the people in Juqiao City at this time?"

"Tsk tsk~"

Shen Tu Hai said coldly, "You people of the demonic path are indeed untrustworthy. You promised to keep your mouths shut, but the whole world knows."

This was also what he expected.

However, if everything proceeds as planned, as long as he refines the demonic army together, it will be equivalent to having no evidence, and no matter what others say, it will be useless.

"How's the situation over there?"

Mo Wuyai said warily, "Brother Shentu came over in such a hurry, could it be that you want to help us fight another battle?"

Listening to their conversation, Sikong Sheng's mind raced.

what happened?

According to Mo Laoguai, Shen Tu Hai is colluding with the Demonic Sect?

Then wouldn’t I be...

His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled as Shen Tu Hai's sword energy pointed towards Mo Wuyai.

"Oh?"

Mo Wuyai narrowed his eyes: "Brother Shentu, aren't you afraid that your actions will be exposed since you attacked this old man?"

"You've been exposed! Your formation is utter garbage!"

Shen Tu Hai cursed, "If the refining had been completed just a quarter of an hour earlier, the situation would have been completely different. But now, it's no use saying anything."

"So, the Guangrendao project failed?"

Mo Wuyai said, "Since that's the case, why don't you just lead your disciples to join our Chaotic Wasteland Yongzhou? Then we can choose a new location to establish a sect and make you the fourth Heavenly Sect of the Demonic Path. Wouldn't that be better?"

"Get lost."

Shen Tu Hai said calmly, "I don't consider myself a good person, but I would never fall into the demonic path, so I advise you to stop dreaming."

"I'm dreaming?"

Mo Wuyai retorted, "Shen Tu Hai, don't you know what will happen to you and the Heavenly Sword Sect after things are exposed?"

"It's nothing more than death."

Shen Tu Hai said quietly, "But before I die, I and my three thousand inner disciples can still do some things."