Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The next moment, the whole world turned black and white.

It was not because the colors between the sky and the earth really changed, but because tens of thousands of flashing rays pierced through the sky and rained down, penetrating the earth like countless thick needles!

The electric arcs, flames of spiritual energy, fiery clouds, and glowing runes unleashed by Elder Scorching Sun were already dazzling enough, making it difficult for people to look at them directly. But they were all eclipsed by the tens of thousands of flashing rays, as if all their brightness had been absorbed. They became more lackluster than ever!

Including Fang Chengzhi, the eyes of all the Cultivators of the Ancient Sages Sector were drowned by the ocean of light made of tens of thousands of light beams.

They could only see that the light left hundreds of holes on the fiery fiend easily before darting into the Soaring Flame Blood Transformation Array without meeting any hindrance. The hundreds of ancient runes that made up the array were as vulnerable as thin ice and collapsed at the first touch!

After that, their eyes were occupied by blankness, and they could not see a thing.

It was because the brightness of the light far exceeded the limits of their retina. All the Cultivators of the Ancient Sages Sector were caught in a brief blindness.

Before Fang Chengzhi realized what was going on, he had already been snatched by his father. Having no time to consider their honorable identities, the two of them simply fell on one of their knees to make themselves shorter than other people.

“Disciples of the Green Cloud Sword Sect, watch out!” Leader Fang roared, activating all the flying swords in the sword box and triggering his spiritual shield to the maximum.

Fang Chengzhi, on the other hand, had a face as pale as paper. He had forgotten all his remarkable movement techniques and could only tremble in fear.

He heard a storm of clinks echoing in the sky, as if countless shooting stars were smashing into their spiritual shields. Every collision felt like thunder bursting out in his chest. His head was dizzy, and his throat was stuffed. He could not help but feel that he was about to vomit blood.

However, vomiting blood was certainly not the worst outcome. Fang Chengzhi could hear moans and screams from all directions. Noises of bones being broken and magical equipment falling apart were reverberating everywhere. Even the smell of hot, burnt flesh was finding its way into his nose, which was quite disgusting for him.

Clink!

Something fell before him softly.

Fang Chengzhi focused his spiritual energy on his eyes and rubbed them hard, finally regaining some of his sight, however faint. He absorbed the item into his palm and observed it carefully before his eyes, only to discover that it was the tip of a sword that had been twisted into a spiral. Judging from the shape of the edge and the remaining runes on it, it was the ‘Green Lotus Sword’, his father’s personal sword that he had used for more than ten years.

“Well…”

The personal sword of the leader of the Green Cloud Sword Sect had been reduced to such a condition in the blink of an eye after it was activated?

Fang Chengzhi was too shocked and scared to raise his head. He could not even begin to imagine how devastating the view in the sky must be at that moment.

Pada!

Something else fell to the ground right next to him. The hot, sticky fluid it raised almost kissed his face. He touched it casually, only to discover that it was half a burnt arm.

Fang Chengzhi could not hold on any longer and began to vomit while clutching his stomach.

The black-and-white world of terrors disappeared as quickly as it appeared. Fang Chengzhi and the rest of them felt that a whole year had passed, while in fact, all the destructive rays vanished after less than three seconds.

But it took more than half a minute for their visuals to come back so that they could see the world around them that had been drastically changed.

The very first thought that Fang Chengzhi had was that an enormous earthquake must have taken place just now, which frightened everyone and covered all of them in dust and ash.

They had all been graceful Cultivators, armored warriors, and brawny men before. But right now, their clothes were all disheveled, their armor broken, and their spiritual energy dim. Whatever remained of their magical equipment was crawling into their arms as if they were hens that had been horrified.

Blood could be found on a lot of people’s bodies and faces. There was no telling whether it was their own or from somebody else. Their expressions were no difference than those of zombies. All the faces were numb and frozen to the moment of their devastation. They were unable to utter a single syllable.

In the air that had been announced as a ‘no-fly zone’…

When Fang Chengzhi finally summoned enough courage to raise his head inch by inch, he could not help but feel his heart was palpitating.

The image of the fiery fiend was riddled with holes and looked like a beehive. The runes of the great array were all falling apart, on the verge of destruction, and fading away in the wind. The disciples of the Red Sun Sect who established the ‘Soaring Flame Blood Transformation Array’ and the hundreds of Cultivators from other sects who flew to the sky to demonstrate showing little respect for the Star Glory Federation while counting on the magnificence of the array were even more greatly wounded.

Some of them were riddled with holes and bleeding hard exactly like the fiery fiend, with dozens of gaps even through their heads. Some of them had a hole the size of a basin running through their abdomen, and all their internal organs inside were gone. The less fortunate ones had only a cluster of bloody, obscure meat left, which was still shivering in midair under the attraction of a certain uncanny force. Some had even been entirely obliterated. The only traces that could prove their existence in the past were the few melted pieces of flying swords and armor that were still smoking in midair!

To this moment, a lot of the Cultivators of the Ancient Sages Sector were still wearing the smile of mockery that they had in the beginning even though they had already been killed. Their incomplete bodies did not have a soul to help them change their view on the Star Glory Federation.

DUM! DUM! DUM! DUM!

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Five flying boats had been entirely destroyed, too. Their debris crashed near the gate of the Red Sun Sect, raising dust dozens of meters high that spread out in all directions.

“…”

Everybody was flabbergasted by the nightmarish picture.

But right in the ‘no-fly zone’, some things were still ascending slowly.

Fang Chengzhi observed carefully, only to discover that they were the hundred young assassins from the six major sects and ‘Heaven Sweeping King’ Zhao Changlie, who had been captured earlier for public humiliation!

Fang Chengzhi’s mind was certainly quick enough for him to earn his reputation in the Green Cloud Sword Sect and in the circle of Cultivators. Thinking quickly, he somehow had an idea.

The voice from the clouds, the mysterious Cultivator who claimed to be ‘Li Yao’, might not be as simple and casual as he sounded.

He intentionally talked to Elder Scorching Sun unreasonably in order to ease Elder Scorching Sun’s wariness and raise his fury so that Elder Scorching Sun would focus the full attention on him and loosen the control over the ‘hostages’.

By setting up a ‘no-fly zone’, he was hoping to rescue the hostages. Killing the rogues to establish his authority was only a secondary purpose!

As it turned out, Elder Scorching Sun was certainly also smart enough to figure out what Fang Chengzhi had. Right when the ideas popped into his head, a deafening roar already burst out from the altar in the front. Elder Scorching Sun rose into the sky under the support of almost ten streams of magma and lunged at the many hostages!

With his Cultivation close to the Divinity Transformation Stage, it was more than simple to kill the hostages who were inferior to ordinary people under the suppression of the barriers.

However, the moment he rose into the sky, all the hostages began to ascend at a much higher speed, as if they had been pulled hard by invisible ropes.

At the same time, thunder rumbled in the sky. Giant flying swords with dazzling exhaust flames behind them showed up out of nowhere and pierced Elder Scorching Sun from all directions.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The moment the weird flying swords touched Elder Scorching Sun’s spiritual shield, they exploded abruptly into many small, dazzling suns. Despite the unparalleled Cultivation of Elder Scorching Sun, he was still smashed into the gate of his own sect by the dozens of small suns from midair. The enormous gate was entirely ruined, and even the houses and pavilions around suffered collateral damage.

Together with the damage caused by the crash of the five flying boats previously, almost half of the Red Sun Sect was gone now.

“Fellow Cultivator Scorching Sun, you must regret not listening to my kind suggestion and surrendering nicely. But regret is useless right now.”

To this moment, the people in the valley still did not see the real face of the mysterious enemy. They could only hear the same casual voice coming from the clouds. “Right now, there is only one way that you can save your sorry life, which is to submit the ‘Cloud Qin Gold Statue’ that is in your hands in one piece. If you do that, I will only deprive you of your Cultivation, and you will live in prison for no more than a hundred years. How does that sound?”

“Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!”

How could Elder Scorching Sun, the best expert of the Ancient Sages Sector who had broken out of seclusion with the heritage of the ‘Saint Fire Dynasty’ after a hundred years of hard training, bear being insulted in front of more than a hundred thousand Cultivators and his own disciples like that?

In crazy roars, more than ten furious dragons of magma dashed out around his body again and interweaved into a crimson Colossus more than thirty meters tall that seemed to be entirely made of magma!

The Colossus only had its right arm left, and cracks covered its body. But under the support of Elder Scorching Sun’s soul, it still unleashed overwhelming fiery auras that enshrouded the entire valley in redness.

“This—This is the legendary Cloud Qin Gold Statue!”

“However tough the mysterious Cultivator who claimed to be ‘Master Spiritual Vulture’ is, he can’t defeat a Cloud Qin Gold Statue, can he?”

“That is a primeval treasure that can help anyone claim the world!”

A lot of the Cultivators of the Ancient Sages Sector who were still shocked gained some confidence in Elder Scorching Sun again after witnessing the magnificence of the Cloud Qin Gold Statue.

However, even the most pious soldiers of the Angry Fire Army and disciples of the Red Sun Sect were not as confident as before.

“After all this, you are still scared of the might of my Gold Statue.” Elder Scorching Sun’s eyes were bloodshot, like a gambler who had wagered everything. “Then, let me teach you a lesson with my ‘Thunderous Fire’!”

Hiu!

The Colossus turned into a red pillar of smoke as it darted into the clouds!