Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 561 - 486: Tianshan Sect

"Sword Servant, why don't you..."

The Grey Robed Elder Monk's brows twitched twice as he looked up, forcing a flattery smile. He extended a finger, dirty with grime, pointing towards the terrifying chaotic battlefield below.

"I cannot intervene."

Not turning back, the woman holding the sword quietly gazed at a void on the Human Race's side, her clear and penetrating eyes faintly reflecting a silhouette.

"Why, if you could intervene, these people are nothing but a bunch of mere chickens and dogs..."

"You have quite the nerve, demon monk, to call my Human Race mere livestock right in front of me."

The words struck like steel needles, seemingly penetrating the eardrums of the Grey Robed Elder Monk, causing such a sharp pain that the old demon monk looked around in panic, searching for the source of the voice.

"Don't bother looking, isn't he right across from you?"

The woman with the sword enlightened the Grey Robed Elder Monk with a simple remark.

In the void opposite, sat a disheveled youth in a Red Cloak, holding a drum etched with ancient Dao patterns.

Though he appeared quite unkempt.

His eyes, hidden under his dark hair, were frighteningly bright, seemingly capable of discerning all the secrets of the world, watching the old monk with amusement.

"Has he been sitting there all along?"

The Grey Robed Elder Monk looked at the youth in the red cloak opposite with a stiff expression, having just looked around thoroughly, quite sure he hadn't seen this person.

Could it be that the Sword Servant couldn't intervene because of this youth...

Thinking of this, the Grey Robed Elder Monk squinted and began sizing up the red-cloaked youth with an unusual appearance.

But something happened, unexpectedly.

The youth, seemingly sensing something from being watched, slightly moved his eyes bright as the midday sun, and the drum in his hand suddenly turned, producing two booming sounds.

Boom—

In an instant, a group of blurry figures holding longswords appeared in the Grey Robed Elder Monk's vision, their aura fierce and their sword intent soaring to the sky.

Even the weakest among them was at the Fifth Dao Body Realm.

This group of Sword Immortals who appeared suddenly said nothing and directly attacked, causing the Grey Robed Elder Monk to immediately call for help from the Sword Servant beside him.

But just as he opened his mouth, he suddenly realized he had somehow been transported to an eerie and empty space, seemingly relocated to another place.

Thump thump thump—

Blood mists erupted from his body one after another, and the Grey Robed Elder Monk stood there, eyes vacant, now resembling a sieve with holes all over, an unsettling sight.

Noticing something amiss, the woman with the sword slightly turned her gaze, seeing a wisp of black aura coiling around the Grey Robed Elder Monk's brow, she immediately snapped a finger, sending a silver beam to disperse the black aura.

"Are you the Tianshan Grand Shaman of this generation?"

Saving the Grey Robed Elder Monk from almost dying, the woman with the sword slightly raised her eyes, looking at the red-cloaked youth before her.

"Don't mock me, since you can mention Tianshan Grand Shaman, you surely know that this position requires at least the Primordial Spirit Realm to inherit.

Though I want to attain that position, my realm is far from adequate."

The red-cloaked youth shrugged, speaking with a slight regret.

The Tianshan Grand Shaman, the Human Race truly is determined to have that sword...

The Grey Robed Elder Monk who narrowly survived felt goosebumps rising all over upon hearing "Tianshan Grand Shaman."

Tianshan Grand Shaman!

This is a legendary title that also represents a power capable of terrifying any force.

In Central Earth, across various provinces, ancient factions stand firm.

But there's one exception.

That is the Liaodong Great Province!

As the northernmost region of Central Earth, Liaodong is a bitterly cold place, previously used by the royal family as a land to exile criminals in several dynasties.

Due to its extremely harsh environment, lacking any celestial mountain or spiritual haven.

So Liaodong Great Province lacks sect aristocracy, resembling a wasteland.

But the great cycle of fifty years leaves one strand of life in heaven.

Though Liaodong is a barren land, it birthed a distinct group of cultivators in this harsh environment.

These cultivators are called: Yi!

The path of Yi's cultivation differs from common cultivators, proficient in invoking the invisible spirits within heaven and earth.

Be it through harnessing or integrating into oneself.

Due to the harsh environment, few cultivators set foot here.

In the deep mountain forests of Liaodong Great Province, many unknown and extremely powerful spirits are nurtured.

With these spirits, the reputation of Yi's grows, attracting some with ill intentions.

Among them, there are those at the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Just when the cultivation world thought the robustly growing force of Liaodong Great Province would be destroyed,

a man claiming to be the Tianshan Grand Shaman appeared.

He stood amidst the endless mountains of Liaodong, rallying an infinite number of spirits, almost slaughtering all cultivators entering Liaodong Great Province.

In the end, the Tianshan Grand Shaman clashed with that Primordial Spirit Boss outside the domain.

The result of this battle remains unknown.

But the name of Tianshan Grand Shaman resounded across the Tianyuan Main Realm.

Since then, the lineage of Liaodong Grand Shaman has continuously grown.

Today it has become one of the strongest forces of the Human Race.

"This youth is not the Tianshan Grand Shaman, yet he summoned such a terrifying spirit that severely injured me.

No wonder the Sword Servant refuses to intervene.

She is fully guarding against this figure."

Realizing this crucial aspect, the Grey Robed Elder Monk's lips curled.

The lineage of Tianshan Grand Shaman, though strong if put elsewhere, seems less ridiculous.

But it is the Southern Ming Wasteland.

The Grand Shaman can invoke spirits, and the imprints of living souls' remnants are also a form of spirit.

As the Ancient Battlefield of Southern Ming Wasteland, who knows how many remnants there are.

If all were to be invoked by this youth.

Heaven help us.

"Go, open the wooden box I brought."

Just as the Grey Robed Elder Monk was fretting over how to preserve his life, the Sword Servant's voice suddenly transmitted into his ears.

"Wooden box? Alright, I'll go right away."

A bit startled, the Grey Robed Elder Monk immediately realized it must be the Sword Servant's trump card, instantly turning into a black wind, reaching the plum tree where the Sword Servant had previously been seated, extracting a wooden box filled with ominous black-red inscriptions, entirely blood-red.

With a flick of his fingernail, the copper lock on the wooden box opened, the Grey Robed Elder Monk's eyes danced with joy as he lifted the lid of the wooden box.

In an instant!

A captivating, eerie blood-red light cast onto his face.

"Ah!"

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Thousands of miles afar.

A colorful beam streaking across endless void halted abruptly, four figures appearing.

Gazing at the terrifying blood-red pillar soaring in the far distance, Qi Xiu furrowed his brow, softly murmured:

"Celestial Demon?"

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