Chapter 1133 The Might of the Kaitian Immortal Talisman

Meanwhile, seizing the opportunity while the 3 were locked in fierce combat, the various demon clans and the Star Spirit Clan had already engaged in a great battle upon the Sacred Mountain.

The Star Spirit lineage had suffered heavy losses previously, yet still retained 2 experts at the late Ascension stage, giving them the upper hand in strength.

With 2 Late Ascension cultivators taking the lead, 9 Star Spirits of the Star Spirit Clan at the Ascension Realm joined forces, seeking to encircle and slay the True Demon.

To wash away their shame, they had even prepared an Immortal-grade trapping formation, temporarily isolating this battlefield. Soon, the 5 True Demons were forced into relentless retreat.

With such careful planning against an unprepared foe, the Star Clan truly achieved results on the battlefield, as 1 Eldrin after another met their demise.

By the time the 2 demonic vessels of the Nether Clan shattered the confinement array, 2 True Demons had already fallen upon the battlefield.

The remaining few True Demons saw they were no match and swiftly fled into the 2 demonic vessels, harnessing the ships' power to confront their formidable foes.

The demonic vessel truly lived up to its reputation as a war engine, its defensive formation remarkably formidable. With the support of the 2 demonic ships, they managed to withstand the onslaught from the Starfolk.

Moreover, with the aid of 2 war demon vessels, even when the 9 celestial beings of the Star Spirit race joined forces, they could not harm them in the slightest.

"It seems this will be a grueling battle."

Eldrin murmured, his serene expression tinged with solemnity.

This battle unfolded exactly as he had anticipated. The 2 sides clashed in the void, and before long, their duel had stretched on for 3 full years.

By the end of the battle, the Star Spirit lineage had lost over half their forces, while the demon army suffered casualties of 70 to 80 percent. Neither side could easily bear such a devastating cost.

"We can't keep dragging on like this."

High in the void, Bloodspring Elder observed the fiercely contested battlefield, his expression involuntarily growing solemn.

In this battle, the demon race was fighting on foreign terrain. Even with their entire clan's strength and the assault of numerous treasure ships, they were gradually falling into a disadvantage.

Now, 9-tenths of the demon army and their demonic vessels had been annihilated. Only 2 celestial-class colossal ships remained, standing firm as unshakable mountains. Yet once the demon hordes were utterly depleted, relying solely on these 2 demonic vessels would be like trying to clap with 1 hand—a futile endeavor.

After all, the Star Spirit lineage had profound accumulations—it was hardly impossible for them to possess foundations capable of breaching an immortal-grade demonic vessel.

At this thought, Bloodspring Elder finally spoke: "Brother Frost Fiend, let us hold nothing back. If we delay further, I fear the 2 of us will be surrounded."

Excellent!

The Elder of Icy Malice nodded and immediately declared, "To slay the Star God, 1 must first shatter the star veins."

Upon hearing this, Eldrin (Person Name) slightly furrowed his brow. Having observed this battle for 3 years, he naturally understood the current state of the conflict.

The true outcome of this battle ultimately rested upon the 3 supreme immortals battling high above the heavens.

Both the Elder of Frozen Malice and the Elder of Crimson Spring were supreme immortals at the peak of the Ninth Level of Ascension. Their combat prowess could rival that of 10 ordinary immortals, far surpassing what any typical late-stage Ascension cultivator could hope to match.

The Star God possessed boundless divine power. Though grievously wounded, wielding the fragmented Heaven-Splitting Treasure and guarded by 3,000 Great Stars, he still firmly suppressed the 2 demons.

Logically speaking, this Star Deity was severely wounded and near death, long since incapable of taking action. That it could still strike now was truly beyond all expectation.

The fundamental reason was that the Star Deity was temporarily suppressing the injuries within his body by drawing upon a certain power from the Cangling Ancient Star.

And that power was the star vein of the Cangling Ancient Star, also the stellar origin of the Cangling Ancient Star.

Once deprived of the aid from the Star Source, the Star God could no longer suppress the injuries within his body.

When the time comes, even without the 2 fiends taking action, by merely evading the edge of his power for a while, the Star Deity would perish from the backlash of his failed attempt to break through to the Earth Immortal realm.

Eldrin could see through this, and naturally, the 2 old demons who had lived for thousands of years could see through it as well.

While fending off the Star Deity's assault, the Bloodspring Elder Demon declared with utmost gravity, "Even at the cost of destroying both treasure ships, you and I must shatter the Star Vein."

"Then let's begin."

As the words of the Frost Fiend Old Demon faded, the Frost Fiend Demon Vessel crushed everything in its path, charging toward the Sacred Mountain like a colossal star.

Watching the demonic ship tear through the skies, the Starfolk tribe all paled in horror.

The sacred mountain of the Star Spirit Clan was the very core of Cangling Ancient Star's astral veins. It served not only as the lifeline for the Star God's lingering survival, but also as the primordial cradle where the Star Spirit Clan took form.

This lineage was incapable of naturally conceiving descendants. Once the core of the Star Vein was destroyed, the entire Star Spirit race upon the Cangling Ancient Star would be rendered extinct, never again able to give birth to new Star Souls.

"Stop him!"

The Great Elder of the Star Spirit Clan roared in fury, charging forth at all costs in a desperate attempt to block the Glacial Soul Demon Vessel.

Yet both demonic ships were war treasures, and even an existence at the Ninth Level of Ascension might not be capable of destroying them.

Although the Star Spirit Clan had 9 Immortals, they were nothing more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot before the demonic vessel, utterly incapable of halting its advance.

Seeing the situation turning dire, several Star Spirits immediately disregarded their own peril and actually used their physical bodies to block the path of the demonic ship, attempting to withstand it with their stellar forms.

"Overestimating your own capabilities."

Watching the Star Spirit confront the demonic ship directly, the Ice Fiend Old Demon let out a cold laugh.

But upon the 2 treasure ships, hundreds of millions of demons urgently activated their formations, immediately unleashing a world-shaking slaughter array.

In an instant, 2 Star Spirits were reduced to calamity ashes by the bloody radiance, while another was cleaved in 2 by the icy baleful sword light.

The remaining star spirits were severely wounded and fled in utter terror.

"Ah—"

In the blink of an eye, 3 Star Spirits fell, and the Star Spirit Grand Elder’s face instantly twisted in horror.

Watching the 2 demonic ships charging forth, his expression shifted repeatedly. In the end, he gritted his teeth and stepped forward, declaring, "Do not retreat! Even if we must die today, we shall hold our ground against these 2 demonic ships."

As the words faded, the Great Elder of the Starry Spirit Sect retrieved a talisman with a pained expression.

That was an immensely profound talisman, cast in hues of obsidian and gold, with a surging aura of demonic immortality concealed within.

As the Star Elder channeled his power, 1 rune of law after another blossomed forth, ultimately coalescing into a dazzlingly brilliant Sword of Heavenly Law.

"Damn it, the Heaven-Slaying Demon Sword Talisman!"

In an instant, the faces of the several True Demons twisted dramatically, immediately revealing traces of terror as they hastily attempted to steer their demon vessel around to flee for their lives.

Alas, it was too late to strike. In that fleeting moment, the Sword of Heavenly Principles annihilated all in its path, instantly tearing the Frost Fiend Demonic Vessel to shreds.

Even a true demon upon it was instantly reduced to calamity ashes, its very soul unable to escape.

This Heaven-Slaying, Immortal-Execution Sword Talisman was an ancient treasure talisman from the Demon Imperial Court, considered a rather fine treasure even within the Demon Imperial Court itself.

Generally speaking, only celestial foxes who have rendered great merits, or star deities of Earth Immortal rank, or celestial generals of the Demon Court would be qualified to receive this treasure.

This treasure contains within it the power of world-creating laws, making it a supreme artifact of world-creating grade.

In terms of offensive capabilities, the power this treasure can unleash is even sufficient to severely injure—or even slay—a Heaven-Splitting Patriarch.

That Frost Fiend Demonic Ship was a war treasure, powered by the formations of hundreds of millions of demonic beings. Its defensive capabilities surpassed even those at the peak of the Ninth Celestial Ascension by a significant margin.

Yet when the Star Spirit Clan unleashed their sword talisman strike, the treasure ship—along with hundreds of millions of demonic beings—was utterly obliterated into dust.

Grand Elder!

As the demonic vessel was breached, the Star Spirits had no time to rejoice before expressions of agony twisted their faces once more.

Chapter 1 The biting mountain wind whipped through the ancient pines, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. At the edge of the 1000 Peaks Abyss, a lone figure knelt upon the cold, hard ground. His name was Lin Feng, and he was a disciple of the Azure Cloud Sect, though now, he was utterly broken. "30-2 1000 spirit stones... gone... just like that," he whispered, the words tasting like ash in his mouth. His fingers, numb with cold and despair, clutched at the coarse fabric of his robes. The transaction for the mid-grade Spirit Gathering Pills had been a trap, a meticulously laid snare by his rivals within the sect. He had been left with nothing but a pouch filled with worthless gravel and a debt that was impossible to repay. For a dozen or so years, he had toiled within the sect. His cultivation was mediocre, his progress painstakingly slow. He had poured every resource, every ounce of effort into reaching the 7th level of Qi Refining. And now, this. It wasn't just a loss of wealth; it was the shattering of a dream he had nurtured for thousands of days and nights. A bitter laugh, hollow and broken, escaped his lips. "Countless hours of meditation, countless cycles of energy circulation... all for nothing." He remembered the sneers of the other disciples, the dismissive glances from the Elders. He was nothing more than an ant in their eyes, easily crushed. He stared into the bottomless chasm before him. The mists swirling within seemed to whisper promises of oblivion, an end to the relentless struggle. What was the point? To be a cultivator was to fight against heaven and earth, against fate itself. And he had lost that fight. "1 100 years could pass, and I would still be nothing," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the howling wind. The will to live, once a burning flame within his dantian, had been extinguished, leaving only cold embers of regret. With a final, shuddering breath, he closed his eyes. He leaned forward, allowing gravity to take him. The wind roared in his ears as he plunged into the abyss, the jagged cliffs a blur of grey and black. This was the end. The fall would shatter his body, and his fragile soul would dissipate, returning to the cycle of reincarnation—or perhaps, to nothingness at all. But fate, it seemed, was not done with Lin Feng. A violent impact never came. Instead of being dashed upon the rocks, he felt a sudden, profound stillness. The roaring wind ceased. An otherworldly silence enveloped him. He was floating, suspended in a pocket of space that defied all logic. Before him, a soft, ethereal light began to glow. It coalesced, forming the shimmering, translucent figure of a man. The man wore robes of an archaic style, his hair long and white, his eyes holding the depth of countless millennia. An aura of immense, unfathomable power radiated from him, a pressure that made the very air tremble. "To seek death at the precipice of despair..." the figure's voice echoed directly in Lin Feng's mind, calm and ancient. "Your spirit is broken, yet your soul holds a tenacious spark. Interesting." Lin Feng could only stare, his mind reeling. Was this an illusion before death? A final trick of the mind? "Who... what are you?" Lin Feng managed to project the thought. "I am but an echo," the figure replied. "A wisp of will left behind by 1 who transcended this realm. You may call me the Seeker of Ends." The Seeker of Ends(Person Name) gestured with a spectral hand. "This abyss is not merely a chasm of rock and shadow. It is a place of endings... and thus, a place of new beginnings. You have lost everything you thought defined you. Now, you are empty. And only when 1 is truly empty, can they be filled with something greater." A complex, swirling symbol materialized in the air between them, glowing with a faint golden light. It pulsed with a rhythm that seemed to synchronize with the very heartbeat of the world. "This is the Heavenly Dao Mantra of the Void's Genesis(Cultivation Method)," the Seeker of Ends(Person Name) intoned. "It is not a path of accumulating power, but a path of understanding nothingness. It does not fight the heavens; it becomes 1 with the silence from which the heavens were born. This is my legacy. Do you wish to receive it?" Lin Feng's heart, which had been a dead weight in his chest, gave a single, powerful throb. Hope, a feeling he had thought forever lost, ignited like a newborn star in the darkness of his despair. He had thrown himself into the abyss to die. Instead, he had found a beginning. Without a moment's hesitation, Lin Feng bowed his head as deeply as he could in his suspended state. "This unworthy 1... wishes to receive it!"