Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 499 - 438: The Terror of the Southern Ming Wasteland

Chapter 499: Chapter 438: The Terror of the Southern Ming Wasteland

Split up and act!

With Chu Xinyi’s Mind Sensing Spirit Plaque as a communication tool, a group of Dao Experts quickly divided into groups, preparing to delve into the Southern Ming Wasteland.

Begin this mission.

Retrieve the sword!

The Southern Ming Wasteland is perilous and bizarre, and besides that, there are the Demon Kings and Demon Lords of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains. To be safe, the Dao Experts present mostly grouped in fours.

Of course, there are some exceptions, like Zhao Qianqiu, whose personal guard was killed by Qi Xiu.

"Master, that Mr. Zhao is missing."

Before setting off, Qi Xiu noticed that Zhao Qianqiu and his two personal guards were not among the crowd, seemingly having hidden themselves at some unknown time.

"Ignore him, if he wants to make a move, let him."

Waving his hand, Daoist Yunxiong remained calm.

Zhao Qianqiu has one less guard; if he dares to act, it would be four against three.

This Prince wields the Five-Colored Divine Light, his methods are indeed formidable, but if he faces him and Feng Jun, it’s not guaranteed he’d win.

Thus, his remaining two guards would have to face Qi Xiu and Liu Tai separately.

With such an arrangement, the outcome is predictable.

Therefore, he concluded that Mr. Zhao would likely not act hastily but wait for the right moment to launch a surprise attack.

"Move out!"

After roughly choosing a direction, the group of Dao Experts set off, like a torrent flooding into this extremely dangerous, life-forbidden zone of an ancient battlefield.

Southern Ming Wasteland, filled with muddy fog.

This fog contains a large number of remnant souls, resentment, baleful aura, and underground impurity, forming a mist that not only obscures vision but also affects divine sense and communication methods.

Thus, the Dao Experts could only choose to go on foot, measuring and searching the land beneath step by step, to avoid missing important clues.

In the thick gray-white fog, Qi Xiu frowned as he picked up a soybean from the ground.

The environment of this ancient battlefield is too severely corroded.

Even Divine Puppets like the Yellow Turban Strongman cannot last long, being eroded and annihilated in just a few minutes.

This also caused his plan to expand the search range and efficiency with the Yellow Turban Strongman to end without success.

"On such a vast continent, it’s not easy for us few hundred to find that sword."

Waving away the cold and gloomy fog in front, Liu Tai furrowed his brows.

Unable to drive the Escape Light, unable to expand divine sense, purely relying on this step-by-step measurement is like looking for a needle in a haystack. At their pace, it might take a hundred years to cover this continent.

This is assuming the route is error-free and no one interferes.

"Indeed not easy, but I heard the Dao Alliance is trying to find a way to temporarily remove the fog of the Southern Ming Wasteland.

If we can expand our divine sense, with our numbers, we could turn over the Southern Ming Wasteland in three days." said Daoist Yunxiong.

"Hmm? What could the Dao Alliance do? The Southern Ming Wasteland is deep in the Guixu Sea, unless..."

Halfway through, Liu Tai’s eyebrows suddenly shot up, his face full of disbelief.

"They’re going to use a Divine Artifact..."

"It’s just a thought for now, the cost of using a Divine Artifact is too great, the Dao Alliance is weighing the options."

"Wait, there’s something up ahead."

Following at the back, Qi Xiu suddenly spoke, his lilac eyes slightly narrowing as he stared ahead at a thick sea of fog.

In contrast to others, his Observing Qi Skill wasn’t entirely blinded by the fog.

The special black-and-white interwoven vision could still cover a range of three to four hundred meters ahead.

Almost before Qi Xiu’s words were fully out, Daoist Yunxiong and the others barely had time to raise their guard.

A vicious blade light suddenly attacked, splitting the fog in two, the dazzling brilliance aiming to grind everything below to dust.

The blade light was as thin as paper, yet a frenzied, twisted face could faintly be seen on it.

The sudden attack came without warning.

If Qi Xiu hadn’t spoken up, Daoist Yunxiong and the others might not have noticed anything.

The Southern Ming Wasteland, Life Forbidden Zone, truly lives up to its reputation!

"Let me!"

Stepping forward, a towering warrior with eight arms and three heads, standing on a black tiger, suddenly appeared behind Liu Tai.

With palms raised to the heavens, his hands suddenly turned into a golden hue, exuding a Vajra’s indestructible essence.

Clang—

The earth-shaking collision sounded, visible circular shockwaves exploded.

Blinding sparks shot up a hundred meters high, like a volcano erupting.

Crack!

The terrifying vigor penetrated Liu Tai’s body, not harming his Undying Golden Body, but causing the ground within a hundred-mile radius beneath him to shatter, dust swirling, and rocks flying, clattering.

"Damn, that’s some power!"

Grinning fiercely, Liu Tai gripped the blade light tightly with ten fingers, about to counterattack, when a thousand similar blade lights suddenly shone.

Pupils shrinking, Liu Tai was about to turn and alert others.

When he heard two Daoists, one old and one young, shout in unison:

"Heaven sends down five thunderbolts! Destroy all evil!"

"Innate Thunder Technique! Five Thunders in unison!"

Their eyes spewed terrifying blue-silver light, Qi Xiu and Daoist Yunxiong, though their Daoist Incantations differed, their thunder techniques were perfectly synchronized!

Five Thunder Orthodox Skill!

In an instant, the world seemed to be torn apart by an endless pressure, a roar like a giant beast shook every corner.

Five thunders, like raging dragons from the Nine Heavens, roared and dove down, bringing destructive power to forcefully tear apart the fog.

The sea of thunder roiled, electric arcs intertwined,

Within a thousand miles, all was enveloped under this boundless, terrifying thunderous storm, the extremely dazzling light so bright it made it impossible to open one’s eyes.

"Damn, you two really are ruthless."

Gazing at the scene that had instantly transformed into a sea of thunder, Liu Tai’s eyes widened, his mouth curling in disbelief, the elder and the younger were truly merciless in their actions.

Under Qi Xiu’s and Daoist Yun Xiong’s bombardment, the two Thunder Magic cultivators of the Dao Body Realm, all impurities were completely purged.

The air was filled with a large number of electric arcs and thunder light, crackling, even the muddy fog that was forced to disperse by the powerful strike dared not gather for a time.

Truly efficient.

A round of all-encompassing Thunder Magic bombardment directly obliterated the presence that emitted the blade light into fragments and powder.

Liu Tai laughed and put away the Daoist Spirit, turning to his senior brother Feng Jun beside him:

"It seems we brothers won’t have a chance to act later."

The taciturn Feng Jun raised his eyelids, glanced at the ground turned to magma, his eyes drooping, nodding in resigned agreement.

"That blade light just now, looked somewhat familiar."

Narrowing his eyes, Daoist Yun Xiong gently stroked his beard, furrowing his brows in contemplation before suddenly remembering something:

"I remember now.

Middle-Aged Demon Sect, The Evil King’s Blade Method!"

"The Evil King’s Blade Method?!"

At Daoist Yun Xiong’s words, Feng Jun also knitted his brows:

"It certainly seems so, that ferociously evil, madly aberrant blade light.

But The Evil King’s Blade Method is known to be from a sect that has already perished, how could it appear here?

Could it be that from that ancient battle, a descendent of The Evil King’s Blade Method survived and remained hidden in this Southern Ming Wasteland?"

"Highly unlikely, the ancient battle took place several eras ago, how could anyone survive till today.

Moreover, in this Life Forbidden Zone, decay has befallen the earth and sky, even Primordial Spirit True Honors cannot linger here indefinitely.

But if it isn’t a descendent of The Evil King’s Blade Method..."

With a subtle shift in gaze, Daoist Yun Xiong and Feng Jun exchanged glances, a name simultaneously emerging in their hearts.

"Tenacity Retention?"

"This is bad, it seems the situation in Southern Ming Wasteland is worse than we imagined." Hearing the term from Daoist Yun Xiong and his senior brother, Liu Tai’s face also sank, seeing Qi Xiu beside him still puzzled, he explained:

"Tenacity Retention.

This is an extremely bizarre yet dangerous phenomenon.

It refers to people or other beings that are originally dead, reappearing in this world out of unresolved tenacity."

"Reappearing, you mean..." Upon Liu Tai’s explanation, Qi Xiu’s expression tensed, feeling something foreboding.

"Yes, these tenacity retentions are like living beings sealed in a section of time and space.

They will continuously appear, repeating unfinished tasks from life.

Because they are only a form of tenacity, tenacity retention cannot be completely erased, no matter how many times they are vanquished, they will reappear again.

That Evil King’s Blade Method just now was a form of tenacity retention.

If this phenomenon is prevalent in Southern Ming Wasteland, then we will be in big trouble."

Saying this, Liu Tai solemnly surveyed his surroundings.

What kind of place is this?

Southern Ming Wasteland!

Ancient Battlefield!

The number of cultivators who perished here is countless, and they were almost all elites of the ancient cultivation world.

If the phenomenon of tenacity retention is widespread here.

Then they... will directly face the cultivators from that ancient battle.

Furthermore, tenacity retention is virtually impossible to resolve!

This means they will face these already dead ancient cultivators over and over.

At this rate, even Primordial Spirit True Honors might not withstand.

Looking at the three elders with grim faces before him, Qi Xiu remained silent for a moment, slowly voicing his greatest concern:

"On this battlefield... did a Primordial Spirit True Honor fall?"

At these words, Daoist Yun Xiong and the other two’s faces turned even grimmer.

Did a Primordial Spirit True Honor fall during the ancient battle?

Absolutely!

And not just one!

These two from the Sky Demon Sect alone, the Holy Lord and Demon Empress, are among the highest of Primordial Spirit True Honors.

Add to that several other major Demon Sects and the Righteous Dao’s Primordial Spirit True Honors.

There are at least ten Primordial Spirit True Honors who fell in Southern Ming Wasteland.

"Primordial Spirit True Honors, their minds connected to the heavens, if they fall with unresolved feelings, the likelihood of tenacity retention... is almost guaranteed!"

Liu Tai’s mouth turned bitter, his face wrinkled like an orange peel.

Although he didn’t want to admit it, this was indeed the bloody reality they couldn’t escape.

As for other Primordial Spirit True Honors, he couldn’t say.

But the Holy Lord and Demon Empress, surrounded by the Righteous Dao and failed to take everyone down with them before dying, could they have been at peace?

In that moment, the terror and horror of Southern Ming Wasteland manifested before the four of them.

An unprecedented oppressiveness surged and spread!

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