Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 688 - 606: Qiankun Sect, Strong Enemy Attacks!

In the cave mansion, the white jade walls were engraved with landscape pictures and beautiful figures, vividly lifelike; an incense burner up front emitted a soft humming sound, releasing a faint fragrance, and the air felt fresh.

At the center of the cave mansion was a magnificent large bed, inlaid with gold and jade, lavishly extravagant; a giant lotus relief adorned the headboard, with fairy figures on both sides. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

The golden curtain appeared faintly, dreamlike and illusory.

A man and a woman lay atop the bed. After early pleasures, they spoke about the events following their separation.

Qinglian's graceful figure blushed slightly, and she said, "Since we parted, I've been searching for information on the Void Order, but found nothing. Instead, by chance, I discovered a relic of a hidden cave mansion and went to investigate, only to find it quite mysterious!"

"But soon afterward, three cultivators appeared. These cultivators are of prominent clan birth or from great powers, with complex identities. Seeing my vulnerability, they jointly attacked me. I managed to kill one, while the other two fled. Those clan cultivators have countless life-saving cards!"

Qinglian's expression slightly hardened when talking about the teleportation jade talismans.

"Qinglian, we are weak now, but won't be weak forever. Soon, we will advance to Dao Refining Void, maybe even become Harmonization powers, or cross tribulations for ascension... everything is just beginning, and we have a long future ahead!" Lu Xuanji comforted.

"Is that so!"

Qinglian worriedly added, "There were things I didn't understand before, but now I know more. Those top forces oppress lower-level cultivators beyond imagination. Lacking resources, many geniuses cannot really fight. Some cultivators, barely emerging, face immediate extermination!"

"Next, we will be in great danger, facing oppression and possibly extermination by those significant forces!"

Lu Xuanji reassured, "Qinglian, don't worry, I am here for everything!"

His words seemed carefree, but his mind grew increasingly heavy.

The Void Order revealed those major powers' true nature.

Expecting those top-tier strong individuals to all be noble in character, every one a saint, generously aiding juniors and selflessly contributing is impossible and unrealistic.

Lu Xuanji said, "Now, you go ahead and challenge Refining Void..."

As he spoke halfway, a chilling terror surged through him, his spirit shuddered, warning of immense danger, immense fear, unparalleled despair looming.

In almost a blink, instinctively he activated the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure, defending himself and Qinglian.

Just then, a massive hand descended, its terrifying energy tearing apart everything, annihilating all, reducing everything to endless nullity.

Bang!

The hand continued its descent, about to obliterate everything when it collided with the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure.

Golden light and white light clashed fiercely.

The white light flew backwards, transforming into thirty-three magical treasures, their precious radiance dimming, showing varying degrees of damage, then turned into a stream flowing into Lu Xuanji's body;

Qinglian stood aside, her face slightly flushed, mixed with a trace of anger.

It seemed too rushed, unable to dress, she had to use magical power to conjure clothes, concealing herself.

No need to worry about exposure, facing social death.

With the hand's descent, terrifying power tearing everything apart, the once-thriving city faced ruin, millions of cultivators were wiped out; inns, cave mansions, and various structures within the city were reduced to debris, scattered in the void.

Across stood a cold, aloof cultivator, gazing down at everything with disdain.

At this moment, the earth shattered, and the city's demise took hold.

All it took was one strike to turn it into ashes.

This cultivator, with a single strike, eradicated a Mahayana, annihilated millions of lives.

The purpose was merely to kill him.

This kind of scene was unimaginable for Lu Xuanji.

In the Human Race, cultivators stand high above, and mortals lay low beneath, the difference between different levels of cultivators is immense.

However, no matter how big the gap, the massive slaughter of human race civilians is openly forbidden.

The population is the foundation of the Human Race.

In past Immortality Clan battles, one force annihilating another usually meant slaying its high-level cultivators, while lower-level cultivators and mortals were generally spared.

Those cultivators engaged in large-scale human race massacres were long suppressed, obliterated by some bigwigs.

"Who are you, to dare destroy a city, causing a million human deaths!" Lu Xuanji angrily questioned, eyes afire with killing intent, his body surging with magical power, ready to unleash a powerful, decisive attack at any moment. Across stood a void refining cultivator with a third-layer cultivation.

Strong cultivation, ill-intentions, malicious intent.

This city held a million people, yet in the eyes of this Void Refining Cultivator, they were mere ants.

Easily obliterating millions of lives without a ripple of emotion.

That cold, cruel gaze chilled the bones.

The cultivator waved a hand across the ground, instantly countless fragmented flesh, shattered divine souls, gathered, constantly evolving life and death, forming a blood-red bead.

Lu Xuanji shouted, "What is your intent, why slaughter a million of the Human Race!"