"It’s the Lord!"
He hastily seized the moment when the enemy’s aura was disrupted and rapidly flew toward Shen Fu.
The two quickly converged.
Only then did the boy with three eyes have the chance to look into the distance.
He saw a giant ice waterfall scattering countless snowflakes as they wafted down.
The scene within was also revealed.
A huge armored toad stood on the icy, mixed sea surface.
On the head of the armored toad, two Nascent Soul Cultivators stood.
One of them had a slightly fluctuating aura, shrouded in black robes, with their features indiscernible.
Yet it could be seen that their hand was stretching and contracting slightly.
The mechanical beasts swarmed in from all directions.
The other was a stranger, a burly man covered in festering pustules.
The aura on his body was clearly that of a Fulfillment-stage Nascent Soul.
And beside the two, on the back of the toad, were strewn the incomplete corpses of the Three Continents’ Cultivators as well as some blood-colored child figures and demonic shadows that had not yet dissipated.
Just like the first cultivator who had come ashore, he, too, was now breathless.
It was evident that Shen Fu and his two companions’ previous ambush had not been ineffective.
Only this time, among the Cultivators from the Three Continents who came, there was clearly a more powerful presence.
The burly man with festering pustules had eyes filled with extreme anger, his sharp gaze fixed on the surviving Shen Fu and the boy with three eyes, opening his mouth with yellow-black teeth and letting out an enraged roar:
"Die!"
Before the words were finished.
In his hand, a spear condensed once again, and he hurled it with all his might!
This time, though there was only one, both Shen Fu and the boy with three eyes had their expressions change drastically!
"Run!"
Shen Fu uttered a low shout.
He waved his black sleeve.
A multitude of Magic Tools that had accumulated over time rapidly met the spear, clanging and clattering.
At the same time, he fled at top speed without looking back!
The boy with three eyes, though one stage higher in realm than Shen Fu, also did not harbor a single thought of counterattack.
He, too, was running away frantically.
Boom!!!
The massive explosion from the convergence of numerous Magic Tools resounded across the entire sky!
...
On the deck of an iron ship flying at high speed from north to south.
"What you said makes sense, since the Five Elements and Ice can integrate with my Sword Dao, then Wind and Thunder should also be able to merge into it..."
Chijian stroked his chin, pondering thoughtfully.
Opposite him, Wang Ba sat cross-legged on a futon.
Ying He and Li Yingfu each sat on one side.
The sky was covered in snow.
Yet in the middle of the four, a red clay stove burned, with spirit wine being heated above it.
For individuals of their realms, the temperature of the spirit wine had no effect.
But in the midst of the snow flurry, a few close friends gathered around the stove to boil wine, sharing Cultivation insights and casually discussing the trends of the world—it was really a most pleasant scene.
Wang Ba, however, was quite curious about something else Chijian mentioned:
"There are also Void Refining powers in Huang Ji Continent?"
"Of course,"
Chijian gulped down a pot of spirit wine, stretched out his tongue to lick the droplets from his beard clean, and let out a comfortable sigh of satisfaction. He then continued,
"This is an old ancestor from the Huangji Continent of the Qian Dynasty, and no one knows how old he really is, he’s lived for quite a long time, maybe he has even reached the peak of the Void Refining stage, but some say that he has already passed away, it’s hard to say."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ba couldn’t help but ask curiously:
"In my Fenglin Continent’s primitive Demonic Sect, there is also a Nascent Soul Cultivator. However, it is said that the heavens and earth are flawed and cannot accommodate Cultivators at the Void Refining stage, so why are there still Cultivators who have reached the peak of Void Refining Stage lingering in this world?"
Chijian heard this and scoffed with a laugh:
"Isn’t that simple? Each and every one of them comes up with methods just to cling to life."
"Hiding in special Dungeons or splitting their Cultivation Base into several parts, all suppressed to Immortal Ascension, or even directly sealing away the portion of their Cultivation Base that exceeds Immortal Ascension. Some even choose to enter a deep slumber; there are plenty of methods."
Upon hearing this, Wang Ba also couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh:
"If the deficiency of the heavens and earth does not change, even if they cling to life, what hope do they have of stepping out of this world?"
"This... might not necessarily be the case."
Chijian seemed to think of something, hesitating for a moment before continuing: 𝓃𝓸𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂
"I heard that this world is like a placenta, constantly contracting and expanding, just like the process of breathing in and out, except that this cycle of breathing in and out is far longer than that of us Cultivators, often spanning thousands or tens of thousands of years. In the Qian Dynasty, there was once an astrologer who claimed that every eight thousand years the world inhales, and when it does, nature’s spiritual energy becomes abundant, leading to a golden era of Cultivation. Every eight thousand years when it exhales, the energy of the world is depleted, and it is during this time that the world’s membrane is at its weakest."
"If one triggers the Ascension Tribulation at this time and succeeds in Crossing Tribulation, perhaps there is a chance to be pulled by The Heavens and ascend."
Wang Ba, Ying He, and Li Yingfu looked at each other in disbelief upon hearing this.
Shortly after, Wang Ba couldn’t help but exclaim:
"I’ve never heard such a thing before."
"It’s just a theory, and not many people in the Qian Dynasty know about it."
"Also, there’s a problem with it. In the last eight thousand years, and even sixteen thousand years, the spiritual energy of the world has been in decline; there’s been no golden era of Cultivation."
Chijian shook his head.
Then he frowned and pondered:
"However, speaking of that, it’s only about thirty or forty years from the astrologer’s prediction of the world’s next exhale."
"Thirty or forty years..."
Wang Ba was deep in thought.
In thirty or forty years, the Wanxiang Sect may have already ascended to the sky, escaping the great flood.
But his heart was also somewhat conflicted.
After all, people cannot live in the sky forever.
Once truly ascending to the sky, without a steady supply of resources for Cultivation, one can only exhaust what they have.
And the Wanxiang Sect has so many Cultivators.
Even if the Sect has made ample preparations, the share that would reach each person would ultimately be limited.
Under such circumstances, no matter how capable he was, trying to enhance his Cultivation would be as futile as a skillful woman trying to cook without rice.
"The Sect Master and the others might already have a plan for this, but I too should prepare early."
While still not in the sky, he should seize every moment and opportunity to strenuously improve himself.
It would be best if he could raise his Cultivation Base to the Nascent Soul Realm before ascending.
"After returning to the Sect, it seems I really need to go into deep seclusion."
Wang Ba thought to himself.
While they were talking,
Chijian, who was indulging in drinking straight from the jug, suddenly paused, his face showing an excited expression:
"Ha, someone’s engaging in magical combat? I’ll go have a look first!"
With that, he put down the jug, briskly stood up, and immediately flew out of the iron vessel, swiftly heading towards the action.
Wang Ba was startled, but he then picked up his cup and took a sip.
He had little interest in fights and killings. As long as it didn’t concern him, he preferred not to get involved in such commotion.
Ying He, however, was curious and extended his Spiritual Sence, and after sensing the disturbance in the distance, he suddenly gasped:
"Eh? The holy child of the primitive Demonic Sect?"
"How did he end up like this?"
Hearing Ying He’s words, Wang Ba was immediately taken aback.
Something suddenly occurred to him, and he quickly put down his cup.