Chapter 395 Junior Sister, I Am Your Peak Master

"Fellow Daoist Lin, allow me to introduce you. This is Qin Mulong of the Profound Celestial Sect, from the Eastern Profound Domain," Jiang Daoming said, turning to Lin Guangyuan.

As a veteran cultivator who had lived for over a thousand years, Lin Guangyuan reacted instantly. A faint smile touched his lips as he clasped his hands in a slight bow. "I am Lin Guangyuan of the Spirit Dao Sect. A pleasure to meet you, Fellow Daoist Qin."

After returning the courtesy, Qin Mulong’s expression turned serious. He asked in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists, what is the current state of the war?"

At his words, the smiles vanished from their faces, replaced by grave expressions. Lin Guangyuan replied in a heavy tone, "For now, the battle is at a stalemate. The Outer Celestial Demons have been unable to break through the Void Celestial Battlefield and enter the lands of Central Earth."

"But this is only temporary. The bodies of the Demon Fiends contain immense Vitality Power. In a prolonged battle, we Celestial Essence Cultivators will only grow more exhausted. When that happens, I fear the outlook will be grim."

"And this is all assuming that no stronger Demon Fiends appear. If a more powerful one were to descend, we would face a crisis unlike any before."

Upon hearing this, a grave look settled on Qin Mulong’s ancient face, and a sharp glint flashed in his time-weathered eyes. "Just as you say, Fellow Daoist. In that case, we must slay them as quickly as possible and drive them beyond the borders of the Celestial Essence Realm!"

"And restore the Celestial Dao’s defenses over this world."

"There’s no time to lose. We must depart at once!"

Hearing this, Jiang Daoming and Lin Guangyuan exchanged a look and nodded in agreement.

"Fellow Daoist Qin speaks the truth. The situation is indeed urgent!" With a grand wave of his hand, Jiang Daoming summoned dozens of objects into the void. They were massive, streamlined battleships, entirely pitch-black and stretching for dozens of miles. Emitting a faint glow, they stood tall in the void like great dragons, exuding an immense, oppressive aura.

"These are the Ghost Martial Battleships. They can travel tens of thousands of miles in a breath, and their attack power rivals that of the Tongxuan Realm."

"Brothers, by taking these battleships, we can reach the Void Celestial Battlefield with maximum speed."

Then, Jiang Daoming’s gaze fell upon Lin Guangyuan. "Fellow Daoist Lin," he said gravely, "I’ll have to trouble you to manage things here and guard the Capital City. Keep any would-be troublemakers in line!"

In the next moment, Jiang Daoming took a light step forward, sending out ripples as if across water. He instantly landed aboard one of the Ghost Martial Battleships, his voice booming with a majestic Dao sound that reached every ear, "Brothers, prepare for war! We march to slay the Demon Fiends!"

WHOOSH!

WHOOSH!

The cultivators, riding streaks of light, surged eagerly onto the Ghost Martial Battleships.

Among them were not only cultivators from the Profound Celestial Sect, but also cultivators from other sects who had already arrived. This wave of reinforcements numbered over ten thousand True Martial Cultivators, dozens of Tongxuan True Monarchs, and three Harmonization Giants. Aside from the Spirit Dao Sect’s Sect Leader, Lin Guangyuan, who was left to guard the Divine Continent Capital, a Harmonization Giant from the Western Celestial Domain also remained behind.

WHOOSH!

In just a moment, the dozens of Ghost Martial Battleships streaked away. Like meteors crossing the sky, they shot toward the Void Celestial Battlefield—hundreds of millions of miles from the Divine Continent Capital—at a blinding speed of thousands of miles per instant.

「Time passed slowly.」

High above, on the deck of a Ghost Martial Battleship, stood a young man with his hands clasped behind his back. Dressed in white robes, he stood as straight as a pine tree. His features were handsome, and his long hair danced in the wind as his clothes fluttered. Arcs of lightning flickered within his eyes, and a terrifying aura emanated from his body.

"Peak Master, what are our orders?" a disciple from the Celestial Thunder Dao Peak asked, bowing respectfully to the terrifying, white-robed young man.

"I have only one requirement for all of you,"

"And that is... KILL!!"

Gu Yun’s hands remained behind his back, his robes stirring without a wind. He gazed toward the horizon, his deep eyes profound, and his voice rang out, powerful and resonant with the Dao.

"Furthermore, the Dao Alliance has promised generous rewards to those who slay our enemies. This crisis... is it not also an opportunity?"

The Dao Alliance had implemented a wartime merit system and opened the Wanbao Treasures Divine Hall. Slaying a True Martial Realm Demon Fiend was worth ten Merit Points. Slaying a Tongxuan Realm Demon Fiend was worth one thousand Merit Points. Slaying a Harmonization Giant was worth one hundred thousand Merit Points. These Merit Points could then be exchanged in the Wanbao Treasures Divine Hall for most of the precious treasures existing in the Celestial Essence Realm.

"Besides," Gu Yun’s powerful, Dao-infused voice resounded, clearly reaching every disciple of the Celestial Thunder Dao Peak aboard the battleship, "I believe that we of the Celestial Thunder Dao Peak are second to none!"

"Yes, Peak Master!"

"We will do everything in our power to slay the Demon Fiends! We will not disappoint you, Peak Master!" The roar from the hundreds of Celestial Thunder Dao Peak disciples behind him shook the clouds.

...

「Meanwhile, beyond the Central Earth Divine Continent.」

「The Void Celestial Battlefield, Wanyou Mountain.」

The vast Void Celestial Battlefield stretched for tens of millions of miles, a domain of endless sky, sprawling mountain ranges, and countless rivers. Wanyou Mountain was merely on its outskirts.

BOOM! RUMBLE!

Thousands of figures clashed violently in the skies above the dark, jagged mountain peaks. Demon Fiends and Human Race Cultivators battled with frenzied desperation, their blood staining the heavens crimson. Below them, mountains crumbled, ancient forests were obliterated, and the ground was a war-torn mess soaked in blood.

BANG!

In the sky, a young man in a black tunic collided violently with a Demon Fiend. He had an ordinary face, but his eyes were sharp as a falcon’s, and he wielded a sword that flowed with a profound light. His opponent was a humanoid creature with dark-red skin and eerie green eyes. The impact created a powerful shockwave, sending the Demon Fiend reeling back thousands of yards while the young man was pushed back a hundred.

This man was a disciple of the Divine Martial Sect. After exchanging thousands of blows with the Demon Fiend, he was grievously wounded. His black tunic was tattered and soaked in blood, but his eyes remained fiercely resolute, burning with a desire to devour his opponent, bones and all.

"Kekeke..."

"Is that all you’ve got, human? Pathetic. You’re a real disappointment." The horned, dark-red-skinned Demon Fiend sneered. Demonic Power surged through its body, and a dark red energy gathered at the wound it had just received. In a moment, the injury healed completely.

’This is a basic ability of the Demon Fiends,’ he thought. ’They possess an immense Power of Life. For a True Martial Realm Cultivator, it’s a nightmare to face. Unless I can kill it in a single, overwhelming blow, giving it no chance to heal with its Demonic Power, it’ll be incredibly difficult to deal with.’

"Heh, you Demon Fiend mongrel,"

"Gotten bold, have we? It seems your daddy here didn’t teach you a proper lesson. You’re just asking for a beating!" Though his expression was grave, the youth’s trash talk was clearly a cut above his opponent’s.

"You!!"

"You’re courting death!!" Enraged, the horned, red-skinned Demon Fiend exploded with power. Boundless Demonic Power surged from its body, wrapping it in a shroud of dark-red Demon Qi. Stomping hard on the void, it charged like a furious bull, breaking through the air as it clenched a thick-fingered fist and threw a devastating punch at the black-clad youth.

"Kill!"

The youth showed no hint of panic. A sharp glint, like a sword tearing through the heavens, flashed in his eyes as he unleashed a bone-chilling, frosty aura.

His full True Martial Sixth Layer cultivation erupted from his body, making the surrounding space tremble. He raised his sword, shot across the sky, and in an instant, delivered a sweeping slash at the Demon Fiend!

CLANG!!

The Demon Fiend’s iron-hard fist instantly met the razor-sharp blade, producing a deafening clang that echoed across the sky. A visible shockwave, like ripples on water, pulsed out in all directions, kicking up violent gales.

「At the same time,」

All across the sky, tens of thousands of Demon Fiends and Human Race Cultivators were locked in a frenzied, chaotic battle.

BOOM!!

The scale of the battle was immense. At every moment, blood splattered across the sky. Cultivators were run through by Demon Fiends, their hearts torn from their chests and devoured on the spot in a gruesome display of carnage.

"Damn it!!" A resolute-faced youth in a blood-soaked robe brandished his Silver Spear, desperately trying to protect a heavily injured, gray-robed cultivator behind him. He blocked a strike from a ferocious Demon Fiend in front, only to be struck by two others from the side. Two bloody holes were punched through his chest, and blood gushed out endlessly.

"Martial Brother, you have to go! Don’t worry about me!" the gray-robed cultivator yelled, clutching his chest as he floated in the void. He looked at the heroic, Silver Spear-wielding youth before him, whose own wounds were grievous.

"You want me to abandon you and flee alone? Impossible!" The silver-spear-wielding youth’s eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "If we’re going to die, we die together!"

"Keke... No need for goodbyes,"

You’re all going to die!!"

The three Demon Fiends attacked in unison. Kicking up a storm of Demon Qi, they shrieked through the air, charging to kill the two cultivators at once!

"Damn it!"

’Is this it? Am I going to die?!’ A look of grim determination filled the silver-spear-wielding youth’s eyes. ’I can’t accept dying like this! Even if I die, I’ll take one of them with me!’ As the thought crossed his mind, he prepared to detonate his Dao Foundation and self-destruct.

But suddenly—

A heaven-shattering rumble suddenly echoed through the sky.

RUMBLE!!

Dark clouds instantly blotted out the sky, from which emerged countless bolts of terrifying thunder imbued with Divine Power. They tore through the heavens, connecting sky and earth. An area thousands of miles wide was transformed into a Thunder Domain.

Within the dark void, the faint figure of a man in white robes, wreathed in lightning, could be seen. Striding out of a dark abyss accompanied by endless thunder, he descended upon the battlefield!

"All you Demon Fiends,"

KNEEL BEFORE ME!!"

A voice, imbued with immense Dao Rhythm, suddenly thundered through heaven and earth, echoing beyond the Nine Heavens!