Chapter 737: Chapter 234: I Am Not the Old Monster in Stone
“I never expected to be defeated by this little brat!” The Demon Heart Cave Master was full of anger and resentment.
His heart was filled with unwillingness. If it weren’t for the Divine Skill Red Heart Arrow, if it weren’t for the fierce battle he’d undergone before, how could Ning Zhuo have exploited the situation?
But the reality was as solid as iron. Despite his resentment, the Demon Heart Cave Master could only escape with his Nascent Soul, fleeing through the void.
“Ning Zhuo, the enmity between us is irreconcilable! You just wait!” Before departing, the Demon Heart Cave Master’s Nascent Soul let out a sharp scream, extremely piercing.
Ning Zhuo sighed deeply.
He really wanted to stop the Demon Heart Cave Master’s Nascent Soul, but he couldn’t.
Sun Lingtong lamented, “This man indeed has means, using a technique to place his Nascent Soul in his heart, forming a unique Substitute Death Technique.”
“In this manner, it’s as if he has multiple lives. Thus, even if he got hit by the Divine Skill Red Heart Arrow, he still survived.”
The Demon Heart Cave Master’s combat strength might not compare to Lord Long, but his life-preserving methods were exceedingly formidable, surpassing the latter.
Lord Long, no matter how strong, only had one life.
At the edge of the battlefield, Lin Bufan, who was hiding, wore a look of astonishment: “Ning Zhuo, this boy, actually killed a Nascent Soul Cultivator.”
“Although he merely delivered the final blow, if he hadn’t acted in time, the Demon Heart Cave Master would have caught his breath and regained momentum!”
“At that point, Mu Lan, the female General, would have been unable to exhibit her Divine Skills a second time and would surely have been at a severe disadvantage!”
“Ning Zhuo is merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage, yet this achievement is enough for him to be proud.”
The image of Ning Zhuo slaying the Demon Heart Cave Master was deeply etched in Lin Bufan’s heart, completely changing his impression of Ning Zhuo.
Always, the gap in cultivation levels between them had made Lin Bufan feel a sense of superiority over Ning Zhuo.
Now, witnessing the Demon Heart Cave Master’s defeat, the depths of Lin Bufan’s attitude towards Ning Zhuo had undergone a profound change.
“Ning Zhuo, this boy, is indeed someone who can catch the eye of the Nandou Royal Family.” Lin Bufan sincerely marveled, shifting his gaze to Zhu Xuanji beside him.
Zhu Xuanji slightly nodded, thinking to himself, “This is indeed the Son of Destiny.”
“He’s only just begun to travel the world, still at the Foundation Establishment Stage, yet he’s already causing such a stir.”
“At the mere age of teens, he already holds the life of Nascent Soul Cultivators in his hands.”
“Truly…”
In this regard, Zhu Xuanji himself wasn’t even close to matching Ning Zhuo.
“What?! The Demon Heart Cave Master is actually defeated!”
“He was slain by Ning Zhuo, damnation.”
“Retreat, quick retreat!”
Though the Demon Heart Cave Master fled with his Nascent Soul, his defeat had widespread ramifications.
Witnessing this scene, many cultivators who were already low in morale now completely lost their will to fight and turned to flee.
If it were a disciplined Alliance Army, there would certainly be a supervisory unit enforcing strict penalties or even executing deserters.
But firstly, the Thousand Peak Forest Alliance was still newly formed, its structure far from complete. Secondly, the core high-level officials were entrapped in the mire of the central battle zone, unable to extricate themselves, let alone attend to others.
As the deserters emerged, they quickly led to more, with a second, third…
It was like a plague, more and more deserters appeared.
Ning Zhuo’s achievement of slaying the Demon Heart Cave Master sparked a shift in morale, catalyzing the collapse of the Thousand Peak Forest Alliance.
Seeing the enemy flee in all directions, the Liangzhu Country army shouted in high spirits!
On the Thousand Peak Forest side, Nascent Soul Cultivators also tried to recover the situation, shouting loudly. But on such a vast battlefield, even Nascent Soul Cultivators seemed relatively insignificant.
They might be able to kill thousands, but changing the hearts of tens of thousands was extraordinarily difficult.
“The tide has turned!”
“The tide has truly turned…”
“Damn it, who can stem the tide?”
As if the waves retreated, the core forces remaining on the battlefield emerged. They were prepared to fight to the death, yet they cried out in their hearts, “Where is the Dragon King? Why hasn’t the Ginseng Whisker Dragon King intervened?!”
In such an adverse situation, only the Ginseng Whisker Dragon King at Transforming Spirit Level personally engaging could overturn the battlefield.
Deep underground.
The Dragon King’s secret temple.
A grand ritual was reaching its climax.
Incense smoke curled up, offerings piled up like a mountain, several Dragon King temple priests chanted loudly in unison.
“Humbly praying, Heaven and Earth separate, vegetation becomes spiritual. Thousands of peaks generate beauty, nine apertures contain essence. Embodied Ginseng Whiskers command earth veins; transformed to human form, ruling the mountain court. When the roots stir, rivers divert; when leaves shake, stars shift…”
“Revered god Ginseng Whisker Dragon King: bearing the virtue of Wu and Ji, embodying the true form of Jia wood. Roots anchor in the Netherworld, connected to the Yellow Springs; crowned with Ziwei, receptive to Jade Clarity. Drinking morning dew, cleansing the miasma of the Eight Wastelands; absorbing moonlight, stabilizing the demonic stars of the Four Seas…”
“Now, evil miasma obscures the sun, demonic flames scorch the forest. Tigers split the land, serpents devour clouds. Old Monster in Stone steals the demonic heart position, outer travelers cook the Mountain God as broth. Three rivers spiritual springs dry, five-colored soil turns foul. Foxes mourn bones on cliffs, cranes cry over ice in ravines. Hundred beasts lose their nests, thousand grasses snap their roots…”
“We piously pray for the Dragon King to wave his whiskers and sweep the universe, swing the ginseng leaves and stabilize Qiankun. Roots rising, tearing apart the monster body of Old Monster in Stone; ginseng aroma passing, awakening the delusive souls of outside demons…”
“Restoring the eastern peak’s peach trees to bloom again, rekindling the spiritual springs of the western gorge. Allowing the southern abyss to reflect crane shadows, letting the northern cliffs anchor cloud roots…”
“Using thousand-year-old He Shou Wu as candles, ten-thousand-year-old Fu Ling frost as liquor. Offering three pairs of tiger eyes, casting divine vision like lightning; presenting nine eagle feathers, transforming into sharp blades to cut demons. More, drawing a child’s heart blood, writing the sacrificial script for mountains and rivers!”
“Respectfully wishing the esteemed god to demonstrate the might of creation, exhale the vital breath of ginseng. Restore the verdant Thousand Peak Forest, rejuvenate this world’s sun, moon and earth!”
“Hundred bows and touches of the head, crying blood to be heard.”
Blood sacrifice!
A large number of living offerings were harvested as the sacrificial chants concluded.
Surging life force, mixed with the vast divine power provided by many deities, formed an extremely massive torrent, flowing downward, deep into the earth — reaching the Earth’s veins!