Chapter 502 - 483: Spirit Beast Combined Strike

Chapter 502: Chapter 483: Spirit Beast Combined Strike

A cultivator tossed aside his bamboo hat, and his aura surged, rocketing from that of an unremarkable Foundation Establishment cultivator to the Nascent Soul Stage.

The surrounding cultivators were thrown into chaos, never having imagined a Nascent Soul True Monarch was hidden in the crowd.

This person had been lying low, but his first move stunned everyone present.

He even stole the spotlight from the great battle between the several Nascent Soul True Monarchs in the field.

’To think there’s another Nascent Soul Cultivator hiding their cultivation in the crowd besides me. The Blood Sea Sect has really made a lot of enemies!’

Bai Zichen could see that this person’s cultivation was only at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul, but his True Essence fluctuations were incredibly powerful, no weaker than many at the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul.

This charged-up strike, in particular, seemed to be a special Secret Technique that invoked the True Intent of the Great Dao.

Wherever it passed, light became distorted and the world seemed to split in two.

Even the path of the Floating Light was impossible to track.

Divine Sense scans and the Illusion-Breaking Spiritual Eye were rendered useless at this moment.

’I’ve clearly never met this person, so why does he feel so familiar... A cultivator of such outstanding grace shouldn’t be so easily forgotten.’

He had a face as fair as jade and a refined, graceful bearing, like a tragically beautiful youth from a painting. His features and bone structure were first-class.

The process of a cultivator’s cultivation naturally enhanced their appearance.

Major breakthroughs like Core Formation and Nascent Soul changed the very essence of one’s life, offering opportunities to reshape the physical body.

Therefore, handsome men and beautiful women were not rare among High-Tier Cultivators.

Many cultivators also followed their hearts, believing that appearance was determined by heaven. Interfering too much would only attract celestial envy, making it difficult to pass their tribulations.

But to be this outstanding was beyond what any Acquired changes could achieve.

’Feng Moyun of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect! I saw a portrait of him when I was young. It was said that a large number of female cultivators were madly in love with him... So he has already reached the Nascent Soul Stage and come to the Southern Domain.’

From a corner of his memory, Bai Zichen finally recalled this person.

He was the number one Beast Master in the Liang Country and even the entire Northern Domain. In terms of pure Beast Taming Talent, he was even above Fang Tiancheng, but his cultivation of the Great Dao was inferior to his senior brother’s.

It seemed that in the years he had disappeared, he had found a way to resolve his cultivation bottleneck and successfully broken through.

Bai Zichen had heard from Ge Cang that the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect’s Spirit Control Scripture was far from perfect. After all, its creator was a wildly imaginative, heaven-sent genius, but even he himself had never cultivated to the Nascent Soul Stage.

It could only be called a Cultivation Technique with a unique concept and great prospects, but it was fraught with problems during cultivation.

Fortunately, Fang Tiancheng had appeared later. He improved the Cultivation Technique based on his predecessor’s foundation, making many of the pipe dreams feasible. Only then did this technique truly become the Basic Cultivation Technique of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

True Monarch Ge Cang had long lamented that if Fang Tiancheng hadn’t been trapped by the Spirit Control Scripture, his talent made it highly probable that he would have successfully reached the Nascent Soul Stage.

In other words, the Spirit Control Scripture was both its making and its undoing.

This was the price that the trailblazers of minor sects had to pay. The path ahead was unknown and shrouded in fog; they could only forge ahead blindly.

And Feng Moyun happened to be the one who inherited the legacy of his predecessors. With his unparalleled Beast Taming Talent, he managed to bring the Spirit Control Scripture to a full circle and successfully ascend to the Nascent Soul Stage.

As for why Feng Moyun was here, it was easy to understand. Several of his fellow sect members, including Fang Tiancheng, had taken their own lives before the Blood God True Monarch, begging him to spare the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect.

Regardless of the cause and effect, in Feng Moyun’s heart, the Blood Sea Sect was undoubtedly an object of deep-seated hatred.

It would be strange if he didn’t travel all the way to the Southern Domain to seek revenge upon hearing that the Blood Sea Sect’s mountain was under siege.

The Blood God True Monarch sensed danger. With a flicker of his form, countless Blood Shadows were about to scatter in all directions.

Rarely engaging in combat with others did not mean the Profound Lady lacked combat awareness.

The Joyful Sect had its own Secret Technique that could transfer the experience of each generation’s Profound Lady into the successor’s Sea of Consciousness through Empowerment, allowing them to slowly absorb it as their cultivation progressed.

The Profound Lady seized the fleeting opportunity. Without any hesitation, she threw the Nine Heavens Star Whip in her hand, which transformed into thousands of Star Chains that encircled the Blood Infant.

At the same time, the Profound Lady’s Nascent Soul appeared within the domain, with Ruoxi guarding her physical body.

She chanted Cyan Words with a sincere expression. After three kowtows and six bows, a golden rope flew out.

She spat a mouthful of Lifebound True Essence onto it, and the golden rope grew with the wind. A rope appeared on each Blood Shadow, binding them tightly.

"The aura of the Nine Celestial... It’s a projection of a Purple Mansion Treasure! You actually used it just like that!"

The Blood God True Monarch tried several Divine Techniques from the Demon Realm, but none were effective. For the first time, he showed a hint of panic.

In his current state, he could smoothly cultivate in the Blood Sea until he reached Nascent Soul Perfection.

By then, even if he encountered a Divinity Transformation Great Power, he was confident he could escape with his life using his Demon Realm Divine Techniques, as long as he didn’t run into those few monster-level juniors.

In recent years, by digesting the memories of two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, he had learned about the current state of the Cultivation Realm. He discovered that there wasn’t even a single Divinity Transformation Great Power active in the world, which immediately boosted his confidence.

While the Demon Race had indeed not weathered the eons of change well, with most of its members having perished, the Divinity Transformation cultivators of the Human World were no better off.

The environment of this realm was becoming increasingly harsh for cultivators at Divinity Transformation and above.

Even in the Heavenly Demon Realm, treasures on the level of Purple Mansion Treasures could only be possessed by the cultivators at the very apex. The Blood God True Monarch had only seen them from afar twice.

Even if it was just a projection, and even if its true power was no stronger than a Top-Grade Spiritual Treasure, it possessed a miraculous quality that not even a Heaven-Reaching Spiritual Treasure had.

The Joyful Sect had only passed down three such golden ropes in total. To this day, the one in the Profound Lady’s hand was the very last.

It possessed a guaranteed-hit property. No matter how high your cultivation was, what Protective Dharma Treasure you had, or even if you were not in this realm.

Once locked on by the golden rope, you would inevitably be bound and unable to escape. You could only rely on brute force to break free.

The Blood God True Monarch was no exception and was thus trapped in place.

That Floating Light leaped forward, and all the Blood Shadows were sliced in two, as if they had been moved into different spaces.

Ten, a hundred... As more and more Blood Shadows were affected, an expression of terror finally appeared on the Blood God True Monarch’s face.

Both the projection of the Purple Mansion Treasure and the sudden appearance of this Nascent Soul Cultivator were beyond his expectations.

Decades from now, this would be no problem for the Blood God True Monarch who had grown to Nascent Soul Perfection. But unfortunately, he was currently only at the Mid-Stage Nascent Soul.

"Blood Demon Divine Slaughter, Blood Light Divine Protection!"

The Blood God True Monarch roared as his Blood Shadow body burned. The Nine Nether Fire ignited, dispelling all the restraining Forbidden Arts.

He directly consumed the ’Blood God True Monarch’ he was possessing as fuel, completely exhausting it. This Divine Technique could only be used by a Divinity Transformation Cultivator.

A mere Mid-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, even if he used the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Technique ten times in a row, could not possibly raise his cultivation to the threshold required to use this Divine Technique.

But the ’Blood God True Monarch’ was an old monster who had survived from a past era, and the Secret Techniques he possessed were beyond the imagination of any Demon Path Cultivator.

More importantly, he used a wisp of True Demon Qi to burn his Nascent Soul, using it as a key to leverage this power.

The golden ropes snapped one by one. The Star Chains were broken and sent flying, then reformed into the Star Whip and returned to the Profound Lady’s hand, but it was much dimmer now.

The ’Blood God True Monarch’ extended a pale, tender hand from the blood light. It had actually grown flesh and blood, with well-defined knuckles. It forcefully grasped the Floating Light that seemed about to cleave the heavens and the earth.

A white line flashed. A thin line appeared on the palm, and the hand was severed in two.

Another giant, blood-colored hand grew out, its five fingers joining together to pinch the Floating Light.

"A good idea. Your Lifebound Spiritual Beast follows the same Great Dao as you, and the two of you fused to create a Divine Technique. The power of this strike is almost equivalent to that of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator..."

The Blood God True Monarch looked at the palm-sized Floating Light Dove in his giant blood hand. It was struggling frantically, and the blood hand was being cut to ribbons, on the verge of disintegrating at any moment.

He opened his mouth and shot out a Blood Needle. It pierced through the Floating Light Dove’s eye and transformed into thousands of fine needles inside its body, poking countless tiny blood holes.

In an instant, blood dyed all the feathers on the Floating Light Dove’s body. Its neck went limp, and it fell, all signs of life gone.

A Tier Four Low-Grade Spirit Beast was killed by the Blood God True Monarch just like that.

Having squeezed out the very last of his potential and burned his Nascent Soul, the Blood God True Monarch’s strength was now comparable to some of the old, established Great True Monarchs.

CRACK!

Just as he was about to use this opportunity to kill the Profound Lady, an unhealable wound split open on the ’Blood God True Monarch’s’ chest. It was the final strike from the Floating Light Dove before its death.

Feeling his power rapidly draining away, he shot a hateful glare and directly transformed into a Blood Shadow to escape.

Judging by the direction, he was heading further south, leaving the Blood Sea Sect completely behind.

To break free from that golden Exotic Treasure, he had appeared effortless on the surface, but in reality, he had exhausted all his means, pouring his True Essence into it like a bottomless pit.

Feng Moyun’s face turned pale. He fell to his knees on the ground, coughing up large mouthfuls of blood.

The death of a Lifebound Spiritual Beast was a major blow to any Beast Master.

The effect was even more pronounced for cultivators who practiced the Spirit Control Scripture. Their very origins were fused, and they borrowed the power of their Lifebound Spiritual Beast.

When it died, the backlash they suffered was naturally greater.

With the ’Blood God True Monarch’ gone, the situation for the Blood Sea Sect, which had held the absolute advantage, immediately took a turn for the worse.

The bloodwater on the ground receded. The Joyful Sect’s Battle Array reformed, and the several Nascent Soul True Monarchs who had been at a disadvantage managed to stabilize the situation.

The Nascent Soul Divine General who had been in the worst state, beaten into the bloodwater and covered in wounds, suddenly drew a Flying Sword and brought it down on his opponent’s head.

No one could have imagined the impact of a powerful Body Cultivator suddenly unleashing exquisite Sword Techniques.

In just a few moves, he blocked the offensive and even turned the tables, trapping the Blood Sea Sect’s Nascent Soul Cultivator within his Sword Light.

’There are quite a few people hiding their strength. This person’s Sword Dao Realm has already reached Refining Sword into Silk, but he’s controlling it and not using it... This man is a bit like me. He hides the identity of a Sword Dao master under the guise of a crude Body Cultivator, while I have a powerful physical body like the Five Crystal Glaze Body under the title of a genius Sword Cultivator.’

Bai Zichen became interested in this unknown Divine General. With that Sword Dao Realm combined with his Body Refining Cultivation, the strength he displayed should be far greater than this.

He was deliberately hiding his strength, not revealing his true Sword Dao Realm even at this point. It was obvious that not even his fellow sect members knew what he truly excelled at.

In Bai Zichen’s eyes, this act was too clumsy. The swordsmanship he deliberately feigned was unnatural and uncoordinated.

From the scattered changes in his Sword Techniques, his true Sword Dao Realm was seen through.

’You’re all quite lucky. I need to reveal my Nascent Soul Cultivation now to qualify for a share of the Blood Sea Sect’s spoils. I’ll make your deaths quick and painless...’

Bai Zichen glanced at Ma Chengguang and the others, who were at a loss. His aura soared, and the powerful fluctuation of his vital energy and blood shot up like a straight column of wolf smoke, straight into the sky.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

In the blink of an eye, he threw four punches, one for each of the four Core Formation cultivators.

Four thuds sounded in unison as they all hit the ground, their sternums shattered to pieces, their eyes bulging from their sockets.

The cultivators on the field were in an uproar. When had Nascent Soul True Monarchs become so common? Another one had suppressed his cultivation and hidden in the crowd.