Daily Divination From Market Rogue Cultivator To Immortal Venerable - Chapter 462

Chapter 462 The Righteous Path’s Defeat, Tianming’s True Purpose (Seeking Subscriptions)

Soon, news spread throughout the two righteous kingdoms.

Even the lowest-ranking Qi Refining cultivators knew that the Demonic Path had attacked again.

“As expected, the war between the righteous and demonic paths is indeed not over yet.”

Li Chang’an had anticipated this and wasn’t surprised.

He was just a little puzzled.

How would the Demonic Path deal with True Monarch Fusheng?

Tianming and Fusheng were roughly equal in strength; if they fought fairly, they would likely both suffer heavy losses.

“Could it be that the Demonic Path has obtained a new fifth-tier trump card?”

“Regardless, let’s get away from the Central Region first, and like last time, use a puppet to observe the battle.”

Li Chang’an immediately rushed to the Black Dragon Mountains, simultaneously activating a near-fourth-tier puppet he had left in the Northern Region.

At this moment,

the entire Northern Region was a scene of bloodshed.

The disciples of various sects guarding the borders were the first to discover the Demonic Path’s invasion.

Now, these disciples had been slaughtered.

Countless demonic cultivators surged in like a tidal wave, crossing the borders to conquer cities, markets, and righteous strongholds.

The battle unfolded too suddenly.

The righteous path was unprepared, offering virtually no effective resistance in the initial stages.

Dozens of demonic Nascent Soul cultivators, led by Tianming, had successfully penetrated the heart of the Northern Region.

Among them were twenty Nascent Soul elders who had survived the previous battle, as well as over thirty new faces, each possessing considerable strength and an imposing aura, heading straight for the central region of Zhao Kingdom.

Just then, a figure appeared before all the elders.

True Monarch Fusheng!

He wore a green robe, his expression calm, standing amidst the swirling snow, confronting the demonic Nascent Soul cultivators.

“Tianming, stop.”

Sensing the aura of a peak Nascent Soul cultivator emanating from him, many Nascent Soul elders became grave.

They all looked at Tianming, none daring to make a move.

Tianming’s tone was calm: “Fellow Daoist Fusheng, please step aside. If this matter succeeds, both of us may have a chance to embark on the path to Nascent Soul.”

“It seems you are determined to fight.”

True Monarch Fusheng didn’t waste any words, his aura suddenly surging.

Many Demonic True Monarchs were shocked to discover that the howling wind and snow around them had transformed into peach blossoms.

An indescribable weariness rose in their hearts, making them only want to abandon everything, return to the mountains and forests, and spend the rest of their lives in peace.

Unbeknownst to them, more than ten people succumbed to their dreams and fell from the sky.

Just then,

Tianming suddenly shouted coldly,

“Wake up!”

His voice was like thunder, resounding throughout the heavens and earth.

The dozen or so people were startled awake, their faces filled with lingering fear. They quickly returned to Tianming’s back, not daring to make a move.

The remaining Nascent Soul demons were also horrified.

If Tianming’s shout had come even a moment later, they too would have fallen into a deep sleep, becoming lambs to the slaughter!

Thinking of this,

the faces of these demons turned pale.

“A peak Nascent Soul cultivator, so terrifying?”

“We are at the same cultivation level as him, yet we have no power to resist at all. If it weren’t for Tianming, he alone could slaughter us all!”

Soon, these old demons discovered something even more terrifying.

The moment they saw Fusheng, they activated many protective treasures.

But even after they entered the dream, these protective treasures remained intact, without the slightest damage.

In other words,

that strange and inexplicable power of the Dream Dao bypassed all their defensive measures!

“My protective treasure is a fourth-grade high-quality item, yet it has no reaction to the power of the Dream Dao.”

“How can this be?”

Not only they couldn’t understand.

Many cultivators watching from afar were equally baffled.

“What kind of spell is that?”

Yan Ruxuan and Gu Yuhe’s cave dwellings were nearby, so they arrived first and witnessed Fusheng Zhenjun’s first move.

They exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

Li Chang’an’s near-fourth-grade puppet stood to the side.

He said in a deep voice, “It’s not magic, but a special power combining magical power and divine sense. True Monarch Fusheng used this special power to maintain his dream for over four hundred years. If it weren’t for this great war between good and evil, he might have stayed in the dream even longer.”

Yan Ruxuan asked, “Fellow Daoist Li, is there a way to break this power?”

“I don’t know.”

Li Chang’an shook his head slightly.

He only had a superficial understanding of this power.

In his opinion, unless one’s own magical power and divine sense were no weaker than True Monarch Fusheng’s, it would be difficult to avoid being pulled into the dream.

Tianming met this condition, which is why he was able to remain awake.

“Everyone, let’s retreat a bit further. Those two should be about to make their move.”

“Alright!”

Everyone followed Li Chang’an’s advice and retreated to the far horizon to avoid being affected by the battle between Nascent Soul stage cultivators.

A moment later.

A sinister River of the Underworld appeared under the sky.

Tianming stood on the River of the Underworld, his robes fluttering, his aura astonishing, like the legendary ruler of the Underworld, the surging river beneath him rushing towards Fusheng.

“They’ve made their move.”

Li Chang’an’s gaze sharpened as he watched the two exchange blows.

In the blink of an eye,

they had exchanged over a hundred blows.

The power of a single spell from them surpassed that of Li Chang’an’s strongest Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Sword Formation, far exceeding that of ordinary Nascent Soul True Monarchs.

Whether it was the numerous Nascent Soul elders or the cultivators watching from afar, a profound shock welled up within them.

Yan Ruxuan murmured softly, “These two seem stronger than even the peak Nascent Soul seniors of our Hundred Weapons Sect.”

Gu Yuhe agreed, “Indeed, they are far stronger than most seniors of the same realm from the era of the Nine Great Immortal Sects. They truly deserve to have reached this level in this era.”

During their brief exchange, the two continued to exchange hundreds more blows, remaining evenly matched, with no clear victor.

If this continued…

It seems likely that the battle will end in a draw again.

Although the demonic side has more Nascent Soul cultivators, no matter how many, they are useless against Fusheng.

“Tianming must have obtained some kind of trump card, enough to suppress True Monarch Fusheng. Otherwise, he would never have launched this surprise attack. Why hasn’t he used it yet?”

Li Chang’an pondered to himself.

Just then,

Zhuque, Qinglong, Heisha, and other Nascent Soul cultivators from the righteous path arrived at this location via teleportation array.

They were both shocked and worried about this rare battle between peak Nascent Soul cultivators.

“Can Fusheng win?”

“Even if he can’t win, he shouldn’t be defeated by Tianming. I’m afraid Tianming has other methods.”

During the conversation, Qi Jiuyang and Jiang Xuanyuan also arrived.

Not long after,

all the Nascent Soul cultivators from the righteous path, except for Lin Xuanyan, the Old Turtle, and Cang Hong, had arrived.

Even Golden Core cultivators with fourth-tier skills had arrived, gathering together to confront the demonic side.

During this time, Tianming and Fusheng had already exchanged over a thousand blows.

Both men’s auras were steady, seemingly capable of continuing the fight.

Suddenly

, Tianming withdrew.

He transformed into a shadowy figure, retracting all his attacks, and landed before the numerous Nascent Soul demons. True

Monarch Fusheng also ceased his attacks, landing before the Azure Dragon and other righteous Nascent Soul cultivators, facing Tianming from afar.

This scene

was familiar to everyone,

a replay of the previous battle.

Back then, Tianming had chosen to retreat, but this time was different.

His eyes were indifferent as he swept over the numerous righteous Nascent Soul cultivators.

“You’ve arrived quickly,”

he said, and a dark pagoda appeared beside him.

The moment the pagoda appeared, the entire world darkened slightly.

Anyone could see that this pagoda was no ordinary object.

However, its aura was restrained, its rank and specific function unreadable.

Just then,

Qi Jiuyang’s expression changed drastically.

“It’s the Soul-Suppressing Pagoda! Everyone, retreat

immediately!” Hearing this, everyone retreated without hesitation.

Although they didn’t know what the Soul-Suppressing Tower was, they trusted Qi Jiuyang.

As the current emperor of the Great Qi Immortal Dynasty, Qi Jiuyang controlled the entire foundation of the Great Qi and his understanding of the cultivation world far surpassed that of ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators.

Suddenly, the Soul-Suppressing Tower spun rapidly, transforming into a gigantic pagoda that blotted out the sky.

“Boom!”

The tower trembled violently.

Many righteous Nascent Soul cultivators trembled as well, their faces showing a dazed expression.

In the next instant, dark chains extended from the tower’s opening, locking the dazed crowd and suppressing them all within the tower.

The righteous Nascent Soul cultivators present, along with many fourth-tier skill holders, were all captured by this Soul-Suppressing Tower.

Even True Monarch Fusheng was not spared!

Seeing this scene,

the expressions of the many cultivators watching the battle changed.

“Fellow Daoist Tang, what kind of tower is this? Why can’t even peak Nascent Soul cultivators escape?”

Many people looked at Tang Yan.

Tang Yan’s expression was solemn as he slowly spoke.

“Everyone, the name of this tower, as the Great Qi Emperor said, is ‘Soul-Suppressing Tower,’ and its rank is fifth.”

“Fifth rank?”

Upon hearing this, everyone suddenly understood.

A fifth-rank tower was meant to deal with Nascent Soul cultivators.

As long as the Soul-Suppressing Tower’s spirit cooperated, Fusheng and the other righteous Nascent Soul cultivators, no matter how strong, would be unable to escape.

Unless one of them could achieve Nascent Soul!

In other words,

due to this suddenly appearing tower,

the demonic path had won the final victory in this war between righteous and demonic forces.

Tang Yan sighed, “In the end, the demonic path still won.”

The expressions of the other ancient cultivation sect cultivators were also not very good.

The righteous path has been utterly defeated, with no possibility of a counterattack.

Perhaps before long, the entire cultivation world will revert to the ancient state of right and wrong, where good and evil were reversed.

Such a scenario is something no ancient cultivator wants to see.

“The righteous path has been defeated, and the demonic path will force us to make a choice. What are your plans?”

Gu Yuhe asked, seemingly addressing the crowd, but her gaze remained fixed on Li Chang’an.

Due to the great battle in the small world of the Desolate Sand Clan, in the hearts of many ancient cultivators, Li Chang’an had replaced Gu Yuhe as the strongest in the ancient cultivation sects.

He wielded immense influence within them.

At this moment,

not only Gu Yuhe,

but also Yan Ruxuan and Tang Yan, had their gazes fixed on Li Chang’an.

Li Chang’an did not respond directly, but instead intently looked at the Soul-Suppressing Tower.

“Everyone, the Soul-Suppressing Tower’s grade doesn’t seem to have reached the fifth rank.”

“What?”

Hearing this, everyone was somewhat astonished.

Just then, a loud crash suddenly erupted from the Soul-Suppressing Tower.

“Boom!”

After a deafening roar, a shocking crack appeared on the dark tower.

Clearly,

Fu Sheng and the other righteous Nascent Soul cultivators trapped inside were working together to break through the tower.

If this tower were truly a fifth-tier treasure, how could it be cracked by more than ten Nascent Soul cultivators?

This sudden turn of events not only surprised the Ancient Cultivation Sect members but also astonished many demonic Nascent Soul cultivators.

Wan Le Zhenjun asked urgently, “Tian Ming, isn’t that the Soul-Suppressing Tower?”

“Not entirely.”

Tian Ming replied indifferently, offering no explanation, but simply adding several seals to the base of the tower.

“Don’t worry, they can’t break through this tower for now. Follow me.”

With that, he transformed into a streak of light and rushed towards the nearest teleportation array.

Wan Le and Xue He exchanged glances, their eyes filled with doubt, but they knew now was not the time to ask questions, and they all followed Tian Ming towards the teleportation array.

Not long after,

Tian Ming and the other demonic Nascent Soul cultivators departed through the teleportation array.

Li Chang’an and the Ancient Cultivation Sect members quickly arrived at the teleportation array.

“This array leads to the Thousand Mines of the Central Region.”

“It seems Tianming is in a hurry.”

“He wants to enter those large mines before Fusheng and the others break through the Soul Suppressing Tower to achieve his goal.”

“Should we stop him?”

“Stop him? With our strength, what can we do to stop him?”

The members of the Ancient Cultivation Sect looked at each other, somewhat helpless.

They all knew that

if they could stop him for a moment, Fusheng and the others could break through the Soul Suppressing Tower.

However, their strength was too weak; facing Tianming, a peak Nascent Soul cultivator, they couldn’t even hold him off for a moment.

Tang Yan asked with a glimmer of hope, “Fellow Daoist Li, are you confident?”

“No.”

Li Chang’an shook his head; he didn’t want to face Tianming directly.

“Everyone, Tianming always plans before he acts. Since he dares to act, it means he has made sufficient preparations. Our obstruction is useless. Let’s go see what he wants to do.”

With that, he also stepped onto the teleportation array.

Since this puppet body didn’t carry any treasures, he had to borrow a top-grade spirit stone from Gu Yuhe before disappearing into the light of the teleportation array.

The next moment.

He had already appeared in the Thousand Mine Caves region.

Those large mines, like several lurking, eerie beasts, lay dormant in the center of this region.

Tianming and the others had not yet entered; they were standing before the large mines.

The Yinling Old Demon sensed Li Chang’an’s aura, turned around, and glanced back, his eyes particularly fierce.

“Lin Fan, you dare to follow me?”

His aura surged, as if he intended to attack.

At this moment, Li Chang’an was merely a quasi-fourth-tier puppet body, no match for him at all.

At this moment ,

Tianming stopped him.

“Yinling, you must not attack Fellow Daoist Lin or the other ancient cultivators. They are all comrades, not enemies.”

“Tianming, this Lin Fan…”

Yinling opened his mouth, seemingly wanting to mention the great battle in the Desolate Sand Clan’s small world, but ultimately did not speak.

Faced with Tianming’s calm gaze, he had no choice but to silently shut his mouth and conceal his aura.

Then, Tianming looked at Li Chang’an and the many ancient cultivators who had been teleported there.

“Fellow Daoist Lin, if you wish to come, then come along as well.”

After saying this…

He entered a mine without looking back.

The other Nascent Soul stage demons followed, disappearing into the deep, dark mine entrance.

Seeing this,

the members of the Ancient Cultivation Sect hesitated.

These large mines in the Thousand Mine Caves were truly bizarre; thousands of years ago, they had devoured Nascent Soul cultivators, and recently, they had devoured True Monarch Hanfeng. They were like bottomless pits; no one who entered had ever come out alive.

If they hadn’t already known Tianming’s goal, they would have thought Tianming and the others were courting death.

“Isn’t Tianming worried about not being able to return?”

“Could he have some kind of backing?”

After some discussion,

none of them decided to go in.

They were curious, but not to the point of risking their lives for curiosity.

“We can wait here. If Tianming and the others die inside, that would be for the best,”

Tang Yan said, suggesting the best possible outcome.

Just then ,

the entire earth suddenly trembled.

“Rumble…”

It was as if countless earth dragons were turning over beneath the ground, the tremors growing increasingly violent.

Everyone flew to higher ground, their faces filled with doubt.

“What’s going on? Why did the earth suddenly shake?”

“This earthquake is more violent than the previous ones. I’m afraid something is wrong deep inside the earth.”

Li Chang’an frowned slightly as he watched the constantly shaking earth.

“Could this change be caused by Tianming?”

He glanced at the mine, his unease growing.

Just then, a long, narrow crack suddenly appeared at the mine’s entrance, rapidly spreading to both sides.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Thousand Mine region was cleaved in two by this crack.

The earth trembled.

The crack grew larger and larger, gradually becoming an abyss.

“Whoosh—”

A chilling wind howled from the abyss, biting cold to the bone.

The abyss continued to expand, as if to split the entire cultivation world in two.

After a while,

a blinding blood-red light suddenly appeared within the abyss.

Li Chang’an looked down and saw the figures of Tianming and the others within the blood-red light.

“What is that?”

His gaze sharpened, staring at Tianming’s palm.

In his palm was a blood-red crystal.

The blood-red light illuminating the entire abyss was emitted by the blood-red crystal.

Its bloody aura was particularly strong, as if it had condensed the blood of countless living beings, the blood energy soaring into the sky, turning the entire heavens a blood-red color.

The crimson sky startled Li Chang’an.

This was exactly the scene he had seen in the divination!

In the past, every time he divined the war between good and evil, a crimson sky would appear before his eyes.

However,

he hadn’t thought much of it before, simply assuming it was a sign of great chaos.

He never imagined this crimson sky would actually appear before his very eyes!

“Besides this crimson sky, I also hear the wails of countless living beings. Could it appear today as well?”

Li Chang’an frowned, staring intently at Tian Ming’s figure.

Under his gaze, Tian Ming and the other Nascent Soul demons continued to fall into the abyss, finally landing at its bottom.

At the bottom of the abyss was a long, cold, pitch-black river.

This river seemed to originate from the legendary Netherworld Purgatory, its waters filled with floating corpses and bones.

Tian Ming stood on the river, throwing the crystal in his hand into the water.

The next instant,

the crystal shone with a crimson light, like a lamp of the underworld, illuminating the endless river.

Immediately afterward, Tianming waved his hand, and countless soul banners flew out of his storage bag.

Li Chang’an noticed that

these soul banners weren’t all for dealing with human souls.

“There are demon soul banners, and soul banners from other alien races. Where did Tianming get so many alien souls?”

Just as he was thinking this, tens of thousands of souls flew out from the soul banners simultaneously.

Human, demon, and numerous alien souls overlapped, densely packed, countless, wailing above the river.

Li Chang’an was familiar with this wailing sound.

This was the second characteristic in his divination.

“The blood-red sky and the wailing of all living beings have appeared. It seems that today is indeed the final day of the war between good and evil. What exactly does Tianming want to do?”

Li Chang’an stared intently at the bottom of the abyss, not missing a single detail.

He saw Tianming’s magical power surge, blasting countless souls into the depths of the river.

“Boom… Boom…”

The souls screamed miserably, seemingly crashing into some barrier deep within the river, turning to ashes with each impact.

Finally.

All the souls were exhausted, and the wailing ceased.

A wisp of ancient and powerful aura drifted out from the depths of the river.

Tianming, his face filled with piety, suppressed his aura and bowed deeply to the river.

“With the blood of all living beings as the guide, and ten thousand souls paving the way, I beg… the Immortal Sect to return!”

(End of Chapter)