Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 714 - 618: Passing on the Dao in a Dream, Celestial Immortal Power
High above, the Gang Winds were stirring, producing a whooshing sound akin to steel knives.
In the distance, a meteor fell, sparking a brilliant fireball descending toward the ground; an eerie light streaked through the void, vanishing in an instant; red clouds transformed in the space, bewitching and beautiful, truly captivating.
A blonde woman stood in the void, surrounded by Gang Qi, shielding her from various attacks.
Her expression was indifferent, awaiting the final outcome.
Just then, the void shimmered slightly, and a golden portal emitted a ray of light. As the light flashed, a Feather Demon Race cultivator emerged. He appeared somewhat weary, carrying a few injuries, yet his Essence, Qi, and Spirit seemed significantly enhanced.
In past moments, merely a flower in a greenhouse, now transformed into a small tree hardened by storms.
The blonde woman nodded, quite satisfied.
Another disturbance followed, and another cultivator emerged, albeit in worse condition: one arm broken, half a wing missing. A look of fear in his eyes, as though he had endured brutal battles in this Ancient Realm, his Essence, Qi, and Spirit shattered in the combat.
The blonde woman remained silent but had given up on him.
Such a person, mental realm too weak, not worth cultivating.
Once again, the portal flickered, rays of light transformed, and cultivators emerged one after another, each with a different state: some trembling, some terrified, some fearful, some joyful, others somewhat deranged.
The group stepped forward, tallying their "prey," reporting their results.
The blonde woman tallied them, her expression subtly changing, identifying promising talents for focused cultivation; simultaneously deciding to abandon those like useless mud.
Under the count of the Human Race, about over a thousand Feather Demon Race cultivators had fallen, counter-killed by their prey.
The blonde woman spoke: "The battle is over. We must proceed to another site to gather and engage in military training, to unify all cultivators as a cohesive whole, enhancing cooperation, thereby increasing combat power. I hope you make it to the end."
With a wave of her hand, she led the group away, disappearing.
...
The time had come; the calamity only lasted for one day.
The Feather Demon Race hunting their prey lasted only one day as well.
After one day, they would automatically withdraw.
The Feather Demon Race departed.
Yet in the Profound Yellow Realm, desolation remained, countless cities annihilated, walls crumbling, burying countless Humans; mountains collapsed, rivers blocked, many rivers began to change course. No blood on the ground, nor corpses, yet Evil Qi and Death Qi permeated the void.
The once populous Ancient Realm now appeared sparsely populated and empty.
Under countless demonic invasions, the Human Race was reduced to less than a tenth, with most humans hunted and killed as prey. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
Only a few of the Human Race survived.
They survived not because the Feather Demon Race were kind-hearted, but to leave "seeds," to wait for the population to flourish a century later, and then reap again.
Crack!
Crack!
At this moment, a space resounded violently, and as the sound continued, a man within awoke and, as if realizing something, directly exited this space.
Sensing everything outside, the once prosperous city had become ruins, buried beneath countless Human corpses. Once there was a Supreme Powerhouse, standing high above, striking down, leading to the city's destruction, turning it into ruins with countless casualties.
Evil Qi surged, innumerable human spirits of resentment and remnants stirred, seeming to voice their anger.
The man cried out unwillingly: "No, how could this happen! Teacher, how could you die? I am still dead, how could you die!"
Yang Feng gazed at everything around him, filled with endless unwillingness.
Everything recorded in books, brutal yet nothing compared to the harsh reality experienced.
"A blood debt must be paid in blood!"
Yang Feng gritted his teeth angrily.
...
The void shifted, high above, Lu Xuanji observed the scene.
Watching the blonde woman orchestrate everything, the Void Gate open, invading the Ancient Realm, beginning to regard the Human Race as "prey," slaughtering them in large numbers.
Then witnessing the massive slaughter of the Human Race, their tragic fate.
Lu Xuanji sighed slightly: "The Human Race in this world truly lives miserably. Destroyed were their ancient cultural records, destroyed was their cultivation system, destroyed were their cultural heritages; then they were herded in this Ancient Realm, living like livestock. Arrays were set around the perimeter, isolating them unknowingly!"
"Not only that, the Feather Demon Race taught these Humans the Totem Cultivation System, harboring ill intentions. The Totem Cultivation System is not only greatly flawed, consuming one's potential, but with many drawbacks. After cultivating the Totem System, Human Race cultivators become even more delicious, more suitable to certain tastes!"
Witnessing this scene, Lu Xuanji felt heavy-hearted.
If the Purple Mansion Realm were breached, the Human Race there would also be herded, like livestock.
It would not be merely miserable, only more so.
"Regrettably, I cannot save you!"
Lu Xuanji apologized in his heart.
The Profound Yellow Ancient Realm, with arrays set at the Divine Transformation level, requiring a Divinity Transformation powerhouse to break, yet his incarnation was only at Peak of Nascent Soul, unable to breach the array and save these Humans.
Not only unable to save, but could only watch them being slaughtered silently.
"I can only use the Dream-Entering Technique to impart some things!"
