Cultivation Starts from Farming

"A second Nascent Soul? No, it’s an avatar Secret Technique."

"And this many Fourth Rank Puppets, even forming a Puppet Array?!"

’Old Demon Hehuan’s’ composure finally vanished from his face, for the first time revealing a gloomy expression,

"This brat... is he really only Mid-Stage Nascent Soul? Even an ordinary Late-Stage Cultivator might not have so many troublesome methods!"

He realized that, for the moment, he actually could not take Xu Ping down.

Cards in hand emerging one after another, cooperating with perfect tacit understanding, and extremely tenacious.

However, though Xu Ping had temporarily stabilized the situation, there was no joy in his heart.

He could feel that this demon’s strength was unfathomable.

He had already unleashed all his methods, yet was still at a disadvantage, the consumption of Mana and Divine Sense surging like a flood through an open sluice.

"I can’t drag this out; I must break the deadlock!"

A trace of gray-white flashed through Xu Ping’s eyes.

He pinched a Magic Technique with both hands, and a terrifying Dao-rhyme of all things withering, all laws falling into annihilation, spread out from within his body.

"Wither and flourish... Silent Extinction!"

A thin, utterly inconspicuous streak of gray-white Divine Light shot out from his fingertip.

It ignored spatial distance, in an instant piercing through layer upon layer of demonic-shadow defenses, shining onto ’Old Demon Hehuan’s’ body!

"Hm? This is... the Power of Annihilation?!"

’Old Demon Hehuan’s’ expression finally changed drastically, and for the first time a look of dread appeared in his eyes.

The dense Protective Demon Light on the surface of his body was actually pierced as easily as paper before this streak of gray-white Divine Light.

"Chi..."

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

But ’Old Demon Hehuan’ let out a muffled groan, his body shaking violently.

He could clearly feel that his own origin Demonic Qi, and even the lifespan and life force of this body he had seized, were being forcibly shaved away and annihilated by that bizarre gray light.

Although what was shaved off was not much compared to his vast origin, this power was of an extremely high level, extremely restraining to him, and... impossible to fully defend against!

"How is this possible, this brat actually grasps such a heaven-defying Divine Technique?" ’Old Demon Hehuan’ was both shocked and enraged.

He tried to circulate an even greater Magic Power to disperse or block that Silent Extinction Divine Light, but found the effect to be minimal.

That Divine Light was like a maggot gnawing at the bone, continuously wearing down his strength.

Xu Ping’s face was pale, but his gaze was icy cold.

He clearly perceived that for every year of lifespan he consumed to drive the Silent Extinction Divine Light, he could shave away roughly one year of the opponent’s Primordial Qi and lifespan.

Almost a one-for-one trade.

And the feedback into his own Mana and Primordial Qi was pitifully small.

"Fortunately this demon is not in his complete form. If he had recovered his peak state, with his unfathomable foundation, I’m afraid even if I spent ten years of lifespan, I would hardly be able to damage even one year of his lifespan and Primordial Qi."

A chill flashed through Xu Ping’s heart, and he became all the more ruthless, disregarding the consumption of his lifespan and Mana, continuously driving the Silent Extinction Divine Light.

After he had burned through over forty years of lifespan, ’Old Demon Hehuan’ finally could no longer hold on.

"You little bastard!"

’Old Demon Hehuan’s’ expression was so dark it seemed water might drip from it.

He had never expected that a little Mid-Stage Nascent Soul bug would be able to force him to such a state.

All sorts of Divine Techniques and methods emerged endlessly, and in the end there was even such a taboo art that harmed others without benefiting oneself.

His strength was far from recovered, and his fusion with this body was flawed due to lingering obsessions; failing to quickly finish the battle, yet instead having his origin worn away by this bizarre Divine Technique, was truly an unprecedented humiliation.

If he kept entangling like this, even if he did manage to slaughter this brat in the end, he himself would have to pay an enormous price; it would be sheer folly.

"Junior, this seat has marked you. Once I recover my strength, I will strip your soul and refine your spirit, tormenting you for all eternity."

’Old Demon Hehuan’ let out a roar of unwilling fury.

He suddenly erupted with a surge of terrifying demonic power far beyond what he had shown before, forcibly blasting apart the Sword Array, wraiths, and Puppet Array that had been tangling him without end.

Even the attached Silent Extinction Divine Light was temporarily forced back for an instant.

Seizing this brief opening.

He turned into a dark-red blood light so fast it nearly tore space, and without the slightest hesitation, fled madly toward the distant sky.

His speed was far faster than Xu Ping’s Escape Technique.

Xu Ping did not give chase.

He dispelled the Silent Extinction Divine Light, his face somewhat pale, his aura greatly weakened.

The brief exchange just now and the activation of the Divine Light had taken a tremendous toll on him.

Fortunately, his foundation was deep, and the high layers of the Ten Thousand Woods Evergreen Scripture had an extremely powerful recovery ability; it even operated on its own without Xu Ping’s active urging, quietly restoring Mana and Primordial Qi.

Xu Ping stared at that streak of blood light that vanished at the horizon in an instant, his brows tightly knitted. There was not the slightest joy of having repelled a powerful foe on his face, only deep solemnity and dread.

This demon... was far too terrifying!

That he could force him back today was entirely because the other party had not recovered his state, and Xu Ping had exhausted all his trump cards...

Once he fully recovered, or fully adapted to this body... the consequences would be unimaginable.

Xu Ping stood where he was, his expression flickering between gloom and clarity.

He was already considering whether to run for it after leaving the Ancient Demon Hall.

As long as he went to lands under the Star Palace’s rule, then even if this ancient demon possessed Divinity Transformation cultivation, he would not dare act recklessly.

In the Human Realm, the highest cultivation is only Mid-Stage Divinity Transformation. Once one breaks through to Late-Stage Divinity Transformation, they will be received and brought up to the Upper Realm.

And when the Star Palace Saints act together, they can stand against even a Mid-stage Divinity Transformation Cultivator.

Boom!

Suddenly, Xu Ping’s expression shifted; he abruptly raised his head to look into the distant sky.

At the edge of the heavens, demonic flames surged to the sky.

A vast stretch of pitch-black demonic clouds, like thick ink that could not be dissolved, rolled in, carrying a terrifying heat that could burn mountains and boil seas.

Its pressure was clearly also at the level of Late-Stage Nascent Soul.

"Another one?!"

Xu Ping’s brows knitted tighter, his heart even more filled with shock and doubt. "Just what kind of anomaly has occurred in this Ancient Demon Hall, that Late-Stage Nascent Soul–level existences are appearing one after another?"

"The rules of the past hundred years are as if they never existed!"