Cultivation Starts from Farming

Immediately, Sikong Ziyan’s expression turned solemn as he looked at Xu Ping: "Fellow Daoist Xu, when the time comes to encircle this demon, I fear that we’ll need your full support."

"You have fought with this demon before and understand its nature. Your divine techniques can restrain it, making you a major force!"

"It’s my duty!"

Xu Ping nodded without hesitation and agreed, "Xu Mou will certainly do his best!"

He couldn’t wish more for that demon to be destroyed body and soul; how could he refuse?

The two then quietly discussed some details.

Later, Sikong Ziyan found a relatively hidden cave and began to implement a costly secret technique of the sect.

Xu Ping stood not far away, guarding for him.

The other surviving Nascent Soul cultivators were filled with unease.

But seeing Xu Ping and Sikong Ziyan’s serious expressions, and considering the alarming strength Xu Ping had just displayed, none dared to approach or disturb. They could only suppress their thoughts.

...

Time flew by, two months passed in a flash.

During these two months, Xu Ping did not go out searching for the Moon Shadow Stone.

With frequent anomalies in the Ancient Demon Hall, danger lurking at every turn, and the enormous threat of the possession demon like a sword hanging above, he decided to prioritize stability.

He and Sikong Ziyan’s group stayed together, waiting for the Ancient Demon Hall to close.

However, these two months were not peaceful.

Xu Ping could clearly feel that the demonic qi within the Ancient Demon Hall was slowly but surely growing more dense and violent.

The destruction aura pervading the air grew more oppressive day by day.

Occasionally, from extremely far directions, he could sense a more terrifying and obscure demonic presence flickering, as if something more dreadful were awakening deep inside.

This made Xu Ping increasingly wary, believing eighty to ninety percent of what Sikong Ziyan had said about the "demonic disaster."

...

On this day, somewhere in the Ancient Demon Hall, yellow sand spread as far as the eye could see, deathly silent and desolate.

A figure wrapped in dense demonic qi quietly appeared in the depths of the sea of sand.

It was the ancient demon that had possessed the Elder Demon of Pleasure.

His aura was more refined than two months ago; however, a hint of impatience and gloom lingered between his brows.

Failing to devour Xu Ping, the "great tonic," to dispel his obsession and recover his primordial qi had exposed his existence, disrupting his plans.

"Humph, youngster..."

The demon head snorted coldly, his gaze scanned the endless yellow sand and finally locked onto an inconspicuous sand dune beneath.

He waved his hand to clear the flowing sand, revealing an ancient stone platform buried for unknown ages below.

The stone platform was covered with ancient lost spatial runes, faintly flickering with dim light.

"Luckily.... I still remember these few ’backdoors.’"

For beings like him, the rules of this Ancient Demon Hall were not without loopholes.

This ancient teleportation array required special demon essence to activate, usually suppressed by the rules and hard to initiate, but at this moment in the hall where the rules were loosening due to the weakening of the seal, it could barely be used.

He couldn’t wait any longer.

Having been exposed, to be cautious, he naturally had to teleport out of the Ancient Demon Hall ahead of time.

Otherwise, waiting for the exit to open normally might result in unforeseen events.

The Elder Demon of Pleasure placed his hands on the stone platform, channeling pure demon essence into it.

Buzz——!

The stone platform suddenly erupted with dazzling ghostly light, the power of space violently oscillating, forming a small light gate barely large enough to accommodate one person.

The demon head stepped into it without hesitation, his figure disappearing instantly.

The light gate flickered a few times before dissipating, and the stone platform was swiftly buried by flowing sand once more, as if it had never appeared.

...

Outside the Ancient Demon Hall, at the God-Burial Bay.

In the void, several powerful divine senses were interwoven like a heavenly net, firmly locking onto the sea area where the Ancient Demon Hall’s exit was expected to appear.

Five Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, their aura deep as the sea, hid among the clouds, their expressions grave.

Nearby, nine Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators each held array flags, setting up a shocking killing array covering a hundred-mile radius.

Radiance flowed, runes appeared faintly, and even space seemed faintly frozen and sealed.

Despite the urgency, the Yunxiao Sect had still organized this deadly setup.

Only waiting for that possession demon head to appear, and then with unstoppable force, to completely annihilate it!

However, at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

In a remote sea area tens of miles from the main exit, space twisted without warning, a tiny space crack flickered, and a disheveled figure with chaotic demonic qi stumbled out.

It was the Elder Demon of Pleasure!

"Not good, this demon has means to come out ahead of time, and not at the designated location!" An elderly Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator’s face changed drastically in the clouds!

"Strike!"

Another Late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator’s face grew resolute, making a swift decision.

The killing array’s radiance instantly surged, several terrifying attacks capable of tearing the sky crossed the space, charging at the newly appeared demon head!

That demon head was obviously caught off guard by such a setup outside, a mix of shock and anger, he let out a thunderous roar.

Furious demonic flames erupted wildly, forcefully resisting the first wave of attacks, yet his figure was shaken and retreated repeatedly, his demonic qi scattering significantly.

The other Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators also manipulated the array to encircle and attack.

...

A few days later, the day for the Ancient Demon Hall to open normally finally arrived.

Inside, the surviving cultivators anxiously waited, as in the sky, a massive whirlpool of spiritual qi slowly formed, gradually stabilizing, transforming into a giant teleportation array bursting with light.

"The exit is open!"

"Quickly, go!"

The joy of surviving a calamity surged in everyone’s hearts, and they all transformed into escape light, racing into the teleportation array.

Xu Ping and Sikong Ziyan’s group were among them.

The two were particularly vigilant, their divine sense carefully scanning every cultivator passing through, but they found no trace of the possession demon head.