Chapter 69: Six Hundred Years
Chapter 69: Six Hundred Years
The canyon of Two Realms Mountain.
After four centuries of war, the soil of Two Realms Mountain was dyed blood-red, with the Human Race and demon tribe locked in bitter hatred. A group of white-robed disciples carrying sword cases rushed through the area.
“Hurry! We must deliver this to Marshal Wu by nightfall!”
“Faster!”
Five people flew at top speed—all Golden Core experts.
In this war-torn era, many powerful cultivators had perished. With dwindling resources and the gradual stabilization of chaotic laws, breakthroughs in cultivation grew harder. Golden Core experts now held elder or general-level status, while those at the Yuan Ying Stage had become exceedingly rare.
Such was the reality of the cultivation world. As resources diminished, cultivation grew more arduous. In another thousand years, even Yuan Ying Stage experts might vanish entirely.
“Beware!”
The leader’s face suddenly paled. He hurled the box to his companion just as—
Boom!
The ground erupted. Rocks and dust blotted the sky as a colossal maw burst forth, swallowing the leading man whole.
“Senior Brother!”
“Master Uncle!”
The four survivors screamed in horror.
“Mo Shan, the demon king!”
A towering stone giant rose from the canyon, blood smeared across its lips. This was Mo Shan, the demon king of the Nascent Soul Stage who had guarded the Border Wastelands for years!
“Go! I’ll stall him!”
The strongest among them surged forward, bloody aura flaring. His sword case opened, releasing a flying sword that multiplied into a hundred blades—a rain of swords assaulting the demon king. The other three fled with anguished cries.
“Insects…”
Mo Shan’s massive hand summoned boulders from all directions, forming a sky-blotting palm that crushed the sword rain and trapped all four survivors.
Doomed.
Against a Nascent Soul demon king, resistance was futile.
Clang!
A flying sword pierced Mo Shan’s skull like lightning, shredding both the demon king and the earth beneath. His death scream faded instantly.
A Nascent Soul demon king—slain in one strike.
“Transformation God! It’s Zhao Zheng of Sword Gate—Prince Xing!”
The survivors gaped at the newcomer: Zhao Zheng, the legendary core disciple of Tai Chu Immortal Gate, his white robes untouched as he hovered above the canyon.
“Return to Great Chu. I’ll handle the demon tribe.”
His calm gaze swept over the approaching pursuers. He’d sensed the demon king’s aura and arrived just in time—had he been delayed, Mo Shan would have reclaimed what they’d stolen.
“Yes!”
The disciples bowed and raced toward Great Chu with the box.
“You’re back?”
A girl in a purple dress descended from the Great Chu checkpoint.
“Miss Zhi.”
This girl was Zhi Xin’er, daughter of Zhi Hua. Beside her stood an eight-year-old boy—her younger brother Zhi Mo, several hundred years her junior.
“Mission accomplished.”
The leader of the group bowed respectfully and presented a box to Zhi Xin’er. Now a Golden Core expert, Zhi Xin’er held the rank of lieutenant in Great Chu. Thanks to her heritage, she commanded numerous advanced divine abilities and wielded countless magical artifacts. Though all four men were Golden Core practitioners, together they couldn’t rival her strength.
“Rest now. Your deeds will be recorded.”
Zhi Xin’er took the box, verified its contents, then dismissed the group.
“Our thanks, Miss Zhi.”
“Such a shame about Brother Ma…”
Mention of the senior devoured by Mo Shan, the demon king, dampened their spirits. Yet having grown accustomed to the border’s daily casualties, they simply thanked Zhi Xin’er before departing.
“What’s inside, sis?”
Little Zhi Mo’s eyes brimmed with curiosity.
Since Master Xue’s passing, Tai Chu Immortal Gate’s prominence had faded. Though still a top clan, it lost its former supremacy. With the ongoing war against the demon tribe, most disciples now trained in Great Chu’s military—including Zhi Xin’er and her brother.
“Black Wind demon tribe’s bone technique.”
This demonic combat art paralleled the Human Race’s divine abilities.
“Can I learn it?”
Zhi Mo’s eyes lit up. The siblings had fled their parents’ nagging to Great Chu. After Zhi Xin’er reached Golden Core, their parents couldn’t control her—though they never expected Zhi Mo to follow. Now she guarded him constantly.
“Bone techniques require Nascent Soul mastery like divine arts. This one’s for studying enemy tactics anyway.”
As a Golden Core expert, Zhi Xin’er could guide her brother’s early training.
“Nascent Soul? That’ll take forever!”
In this age, Nascent Soul cultivators ranked among the mighty, while Transformation God realm matched celestial beings themselves. Since Zuo Meng’s disappearance, harmony with the Dao became myth—even the strongest now merely brushed against its threshold.
“Focus on training instead of pestering me.”
Zhi Xin’er flicked her brother’s forehead.
“At ten, you’ll join a clan. Get their core cultivation method, add some pills, and your progress will soar.”
“Choosing clans…”
Zhi Mo’s face scrunched at the thought of their parents. The siblings shared different fathers. Zhi Xin’er’s father died four centuries ago, failing to reach Golden Core. Zhi Hua took a new Dao partner ten years back—Zhi Mo’s father, not from Tai Chu Immortal Gate, causing major clan selection disputes.
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“Worry about passing the entrance exam first!”
Zhi Xin’er rapped his head. She’d tested his basic aptitude, but true assessment came during clan examinations. Since Tai Chu Immortal Gate’s reforms, all clans now screened disciples through entrance exams.