The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 485 - 281: Facing the World_2

At this moment, the hundred billion tons of flying stones that had shot out suddenly paused in midair as if being held by a giant hand, then retracted along their original path, as though each stone was pulled by an invisible string, as if an invisible giant maw beneath Yuhu Peak was forcefully inhaling air. This motion once again disrupted the arrangement of the Great Formation.

"Not good!" Changtian suddenly shouted loudly, "Everyone into the God Demon Prison! Quick! Quick! Quick!" He cried "quick" three times in a row, his tone more panicked than ever before. Ning Xiaoxian had no time to think, grabbing Qi Zai’s back feathers with one hand and steadying Tu Jin’s shoulder with the other.

In an instant, the rolling stones in the sky were gathered near Yuhu Peak, accompanied by a soul-shaking roar, the hundred billion tons of stones spun around like a fiercely whipped top, and once again lunged toward the crowd!

This speed was three to four times faster than before!

Changtian really had the foresight; with such a spectacle, without the protection of a sect, she would have never been able to escape. As soon as the roar started, she had already grabbed Qi Zai and Tu Jin, vanishing into thin air. The next moment, dozens of giant stones rolled over where she had just been.

Because she dodged, she did not see Nangong Zhen shouting aloud, and suddenly a giant golden-armored god’s phantom appeared in the sky, catching the chaotic stone flow headed to Guangcheng Palace. But previously, in order to establish the Formation, most of the Guangcheng Palace cultivators were dispersed, and the golden-armored god could not fully shield them.

Also, because she dodged, she did not see a dark shadow rising from the shattered Yuhu Peak, mingling with the chaotic stone flow towards the direction of Guangcheng Palace disciples. This shadow was too hidden, unnoticed by anyone.

Once she entered the God Demon Prison, she couldn’t help but buckle at the knees, her face turning pale. Qi Zai was hardly any better than she was. That roar was too terrifying; hearing just half of it, she felt her Divine Soul severely shaken, a sweetness in her throat, and her heart felt like it was leaping to her throat, unable to use any Breathing Control Technique.

Before she could speak, Qiongqi bounced three feet high: "This technique of feigned retreat followed by suction is clearly Lord Changtian’s ’Python Absorption Technique’. Which bastard dared to steal and use it?"

Changtian’s expression darkened as he said coldly, "Haven’t you recognized it after hearing its roar?"

Qiongqi was stunned, then exclaimed: "Could it be... the White Tiger God?"

The White Tiger? It was only then that she recalled the roar, filled with a domineering and fierce intent, indeed it was the roar of a fierce tiger but magnified countless times, unnervingly terrifying. Even a normal tiger’s roar could instill fear into people’s hearts, let alone this White Tiger crowned with the title of a God?

Changtian turned to Ning Xiaoxian and said, "If you don’t go out now, you’ll arouse suspicion. Don’t worry about that White Tiger; it can’t stir up any trouble."

Can’t stir up trouble? The creature had just swung hundreds of billions of tons of stones to crush cultivators all over the sky; if that wasn’t trouble, what was? Could smashing the entire Guangcheng Palace count? But of course, Changtian wouldn’t harm her, and since he said it so confidently, she left, albeit somewhat skeptically.

When they reappeared in the sky, the rolling stones had just passed them by, and everyone was busy dodging, not noticing that someone had suddenly vanished and reappeared.

Looking around, the different Immortal Sects and Demon Sects were showcasing their Divine Skills to avoid the chaos of the stone flow. Bai Qing still stood alone with a sword in front of the Chaoyun Sect disciples, seemingly adopting an unchanging approach to myriad changes. Other Immortal Sects stacked up countless layers of Protective Shields, some summoned giant bells to block, and some even enclosed their disciples within copper cymbals Magic Artifacts... However, she also noticed that many figures were missing in the sky. Presumably, many Loose Cultivators without sect protection and shallow cultivation had still been hit by the endless stones and had fallen.

The cruelty of reality was evident.

But now, no one had the mind to mourn those unlucky ones because, with the true disappearance of Yuhu Peak, the demon below finally revealed its True Body—

A gigantic White Tiger.

With Yuhu Peak being a thousand zhang tall, this White Tiger was at least several hundred zhang in length, its whole body covered in fierce patterns, black energy enshrouding it, and on its head topping a huge character of "王."

This was truly the second largest creature she had ever seen, and it was alive, making one glance enough to create the urge to flee.

Changtian only spared it one glance and sneered before saying to Qi Zai, "Leave Guangcheng Palace, head north, quickly!"

Head north? Qi Zai was slightly taken aback but didn’t wait for Changtian to urge again, flapping his wings and transformed into a streak of light heading north.

At this time, everyone’s attention was drawn to the White Tiger, and the sky was dazzling with the magical artifacts controlled by various cultivators. Who would notice this inconspicuous streak of white light? As Qi Zai flew farther, it surged forth with full force, speeding towards the horizon like a bolt of lightning.

The White Tiger opened its bloody maw and roared at the sky full of cultivators: "Where are the cowards of Guangcheng Palace? Where is Guanglingzi?" It seemed bold and arrogant, seeking trouble from Guangcheng Palace.

But Changtian just snorted coldly, "Still so cunning."

After those two indiscriminate stone flow attacks, all cultivators in the sky had developed a united hatred for the sudden appearance of the White Tiger. However, its entrance was too shocking, clearly an Ancient giant demon, now directly challenging Guangcheng Palace, as if to say to the others "the enmity has a head, the debt has a master", thus the other sect’s cultivators felt their hostility toward it decrease significantly.

Every house cleans their own front snow, don’t mind the frost on others’ roof tiles. Cultivators are the most indifferent group of people in the world.

After these two calamities, orders circulated down one after another within Guangcheng Palace; at this time, many disciples had been struck by the stones, either injured or dead, and numerous disciples were pale and wobbling on their feet, which was not due to the stone flow but because the White Tiger’s roar had previously shaken their Divine Souls. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation ticket, Monthly Ticket. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)