Clan Cultivation: I Transmigrated With My Smartphone-Chapter 855 - 667: Starfall Grotto Heaven Shaken (Part 2)

The limbs are in motion, runes rise and fall, stirring the four poles of heaven and earth, invoking the power of thought, earth, water, wind, and fire surge, seemingly transforming into the ultimate deadly force.

The spine is in motion, runes appear within the spine, they move in a cycle of rise and fall, like a Divine Dragon awakening, constantly changing and transforming.

The eyes are in motion, the left eye turns into the moon, the right eye into the sun, the sun and moon rotate, Yin and Yang rise and fall, the Mysteries of Yin and Yang reach their peak in operation.

All over the body, the 129,600 Acupoints are in motion, communicating with the endless starry sky, channeling the Power of the Stars, unleashing the Mysteries of the Stars.

Numerous Qi and Blood, numerous Divine Energy, numerous Mysteries, perfectly fused together.

Lu Xuanji's body emits a divine light, like an Immortal War God throwing a punch, the force of destruction comes crashing, tearing everything apart.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

The long saber and fist collide, like the highest-grade Magical Treasures clashing, tearing into each other wildly.

The long saber leaps, transforming into a phantom, the phantom flickers and changes, attacking from different angles in a bizarre manner, swift and fierce, aiming to decapitate Immortal Slayer Lu Xuanji's head, throat, chest, heart, thighs, shoulders, arms, etc. It is merely a long saber, yet it creates the effect of a dozen long sabers hacking.

Countless saber shadows transform in the void, the shadows oscillate between illusion and reality, seeming real yet appearing illusory, changing at any moment, existing and perishing at any moment.

Boom! Boom!

Lu Xuanji's footsteps flash, advancing step by step, launching attacks.

The Liuli halo shatters, yet continues to derive, runes collapse and reform, existing perpetually, operating inexorably.

In the void, the two figures continually change, their positions constantly moving.

Countless phantoms fluctuate, their speed reaching the extreme.

In a rapid exchange, without terrifying energy leakage, at their Realm, they can perfectly control every trace of Magical Power in their bodies, saving every trace of Magical Power, without wasting any. Every trace of Magical Power is applied to the utmost, attacking precisely.

Every trace of Magical Power erupts with the mightiest offensive.

In a rapid exchange, in a blink, a hundred moves is swiftly completed.

The two figures quickly separate.

Cough! Cough!

Golden Lion Ancestor coughs, a trickle of blood at the corner of his mouth, fist, palm, and finger seals appear on his body along with other injuries, the Battle Armor worn during the intense clash shattered and seriously damaged, the armor is tattered and rather embarrassed.

Lu Xuanji retreats, the Liuli halo on his body dims, a massive wound appears on his chest. However, with just a slight Magic operation, the damaged wound fully heals, restoring him to his peak moment.

Despair flashes in Golden Lion Ancestor's eyes.

This outer realm Human Race is very powerful, overwhelmingly strong beyond his imagination.

During the battle, he's heavily injured, his Magical Power drastically depleted;

While this outer realm Human Race only pants lightly, suffering only minor injuries.

He envies how young he is, just over four thousand years in bone age, already stepping into the Peak of Void Refining; envies his abundant Qi and Blood, powerful Life Force, able to continue fighting. He has ample lifespan to aim for Harmonization Realm and higher, pursuing broader prospects.

But he cannot, his Qi and Blood are waning, his longevity exhausted.

"The third saber, where is the path to immortality?"

Golden Lion Ancestor swings the long saber, slashing out another cut.

But this cut lacks the vigor of the first and the grandeur of the second, bearing only despair.

Despair for the future, confusion for the Immortal Dao.

Cultivators are born for Cultivating Immortality, striving to become Immortal in the future, yet how many truly become Immortal?

Becoming Immortal is but a flower in the mirror, the moon in water, seemingly beautiful, but merely a fleeting dream.

When the dream ends, there's nothing but fatigue and loss left behind.

Shhhh!

This cut is incomparably sharp, tearing everything apart.

Lu Xuanji deploys Secret Techniques, Liuli halo collapses, one after another, nine halos shatter continuously. The collapse seems too swift, difficult to compensate for, hard to repair.

Golden Magic Power operates, transforming into three feet of Gang Qi, defending in front yet cut open by a saber like paper.

The powerful physique, comparable to an Eighth Grade Spirit Treasure, is directly cleaved under this saber.

"Such a fast saber..."

Lu Xuanji sighs, a bloody mark appears on his brow.

The destructive Qi Force crashes, the Mysteries of Death extinguishing everything, the flesh torn apart, Primordial Spirit annihilated, turning to dust, dispersing in the void.

Lu Xuanji instantly falls.

"Cough! Cough! Cough!"

Golden Lion Ancestor coughs again, his Qi and Blood in a peak moment rapidly withering, the once middle-aged appearance severely depleted, reverting to an old man's visage, "Finally killed him..."

But at this moment, a majestic figure appears in the void, none other than Lu Xuanji.

Only his face pale, his expression somewhat complex.

"How is this possible, I just killed you...," Golden Lion Ancestor reluctantly says, "I see... you used a Secret Treasure to resurrect, I am unwilling... I am unwilling..."

Golden Lion Ancestor, in his rage, mobilizes Magical Power to counterattack.

But now, his Magical Power exhausted, Qi and Blood depleted, unable to attack, directly perishes on the spot.

"Your ambition is high as the sky, but your fate is as fragile as paper. Your talent is outstanding, your insight is superb, and you even possess an invincible Daoxin; but in the end, your talent isn't as strong as mine, your aptitude isn't as great as mine, your insight isn't as high as mine, your luck isn't as good as mine. It's either you or me!" Lu Xuanji coldly speaks.

Just moments ago, that saber had already slain him.

But he possesses a top-tier Secret Technique.

In the past, after Cultivating Nine Transformations of Fish and Dragon, he gained nine lives. Upon comprehending the Mysteries of Creation and tempering the Thirty-Three Heavens Supreme Treasure, he gained thirty-three lives. To kill him, one must consecutively slay him thirty-three times within a day, dismantling him completely. His life-preserving ability is truly unrivaled.

As for this Golden Lion Ancestor, though he possessed an invincible Daoxin and superb insight, ultimately, his talent was lacking, his luck was weaker.

"Everything should end now!"

Lu Xuanji coldly declares, wielding the long saber, transforming into a terrifying killing intent, smashing downward.

Arrays in twelve cities operate, but they don't last long before crumbling.

Then, the massacre begins fiercely.

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Slaughter the Golden Lion Race, bullying the weak with strength, kill Divinity Transformation, kill Nascent Soul, kill Golden Core, kill Purple Mansion, kill Foundation Establishment, kill Qi Refining, kill one by one, sparing none.

Many cultivators have moral purity, dislike bullying the weak with strength, often saying, this one's Nascent Soul is too magnanimous to attack Qi Refining Cultivators.

But Lu Xuanji harbors no such purity, as a Peak of Void Refining Cultivator, he unyieldingly strikes, slaughtering groups of Qi Refining Cultivators, Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Less than an hour later, twelve cities lay in ruin, most cultivators of the Golden Lion Race are killed, turning to ash scattered in heaven and earth, only a few manage to escape.

...

The annihilation of the Golden Lion Race, news spreads swiftly.

"Anshala Star has been occupied!!"

"Xiao Yan, who is that?"

"The Golden Lion Race is a major tribe, powerful, yet they were exterminated!"

"This outer realm Human Race is excessively brutal!"

The news spreads, shaking Starfall World.

In an ancient city, picturesque scenery, by the lake's edge, stands a silver-haired man, who sighs, "Outer realm Human Race Xiao Yan, just a hundred moves to suppress Golden Lion Ancestor, relying on the power of an array. Even average Harmonization Cultivators could suppress it, yet it died at Xiao Yan's hand!"

"A fierce dragon crosses the sea, this is a formidable foe invasion."

"We must consult the ancestor. If the ancestor intervenes, surely he can suppress him. In our Starfall Grotto Heaven, dragons crossing the sea must bow, else we'll take them down."

Thinking thus, the silver-haired man vanishes, arriving at a mansion.

He begins to narrate Xiao Yan's story.