Chapter 1262 : River of Starlight Sword Qi

The boundless tide of demonic beasts surged forth relentlessly, their myriad supernatural abilities and demonic treasures bombarding the grand formation, yet managing only to stir the faintest of ripples upon its surface.

Instead, countless cultivators stood guard by the formation, continuously summoning various spirit treasures and flying swords to strike, slaughtering vast numbers of the demon beast army.

Seeing this, Lyra couldn't help but ask, "Shall we make our move?"

Eldrin’s gaze flickered slightly at these words. He understood Lyra’s implication—the Zhou Tian Star Formation contained 4 supreme killing arrays, meticulously designed by them to annihilate their foes.

Once unleashed, it could inflict massive casualties upon this beast tide.

At this thought, Eldrin shook his head and said, "No rush. Let’s wait a little longer."

The beast tide of the demon race swept across from the Suwei Sea, its ranks a chaotic mix of cultivation realms. Some had already reached the Guixu Sea, yet multitudes more still surged along the path.

Activating this killing move now would be somewhat wasteful. Better to wait a while longer, conserve some spiritual energy and resources, and save them for future use.

No 1 knew how much time had passed. By the time the Voidsea Abyss was teeming with countless demon tribes, and even the cultivators within the formation felt their limbs grow numb from relentless slaughter, Eldrin finally opened his eyes.

Yet in his gaze, a path of killing intent blossomed, instantly unleashing the power of the Zhou Tian Stars Grand Formation.

In an instant, boundless radiance blossomed across the 10-1000 islands, as endless spiritual energy surged upward along the formation arrays.

The boundless spiritual energy soared to the highest heavens, intertwining with the star-studded sky and transforming into 1 streak of stellar sword energy after another.

As the vast sea of spiritual energy was drained dry, in the blink of an eye, those countless flying swords took form, and within mere breaths, they transformed into hundreds of millions of stellar sword qi.

Even so, Eldrin did not cease his movements.

As he continuously channeled the power of the formation, countless sword energies coalesced ceaselessly within the 9 Heavens Above (Time & Distance), accumulating relentlessly for 3 full months.

Only when the power of the Zhou Heaven Star Formation neared its limit did Eldrin cease condensing the flying swords.

At this very moment, within the Endless Sea of the Returning Abyss, countless starlight flying swords had converged into a celestial river of stars. The number of these stellar blades far exceeded billions upon trillions—truly innumerable, enough to make even a Ninth Heaven immortal's scalp tingle with awe.

So many stellar sword energies converged together, their resplendent starlight illuminating the 9 heavens and 10 earths, while boundless sword intent swept across the endless sea.

Even across a distance of hundreds of millions of miles, the boundless tide of beasts shuddered with an innate chill the moment they witnessed the coalescence of this sword energy, as a lethal, overwhelming dread surged from the depths of their souls.

The great terror between life and death jolted countless demonic beasts back to their senses amidst the cataclysm.

As they beheld the vast river of sword qi that blotted out the stars, a numbing dread crept over their scalps. They immediately scattered in frantic retreat, yet it was already too late.

"Hmm..."

In an instant, the endless river of sword qi trembled faintly.

Countless stellar flying swords cascaded downward, transforming into an endless sea of blades that submerged everything in its path, as if the very Milky Way of the heavens had morphed into a sword-storm crashing forth.

In that moment, a great Nascent Soul demon struggled desperately, seeking to seize a sliver of survival, while a Primordial Spirit Ancestral Demon tore through millions of li of ocean expanse, striving to carve a path to escape.

Yet in the end, it was all futile resistance before the roaring river of sword energy. Wherever the sword aura passed—

All things were annihilated, mountains and rivers lay in utter ruin.

All was reduced to dust; even the Pure Yang Demon Ancestor, whose form spanned tens of thousands of miles, was annihilated into apocalyptic ashes by hundreds of millions of streaks of stellar sword-qi.

When all finally fell silent, the crowd discovered that beyond the Abyssal Sea, the blood of 10 1000 demons had dyed millions of miles of ocean crimson, transforming the vast, boundless waters into a sea of blood.

"What a formidable killing array."

In the distant void, Patriarch Su Wei’s expression shifted ever so slightly, while the myriad demon immortals all paled in unison.

Ao Ming, however, remained utterly composed and remarked, "This River of Stars Sword Qi spanning the heavens indeed possesses extraordinary lethal power. It appears specifically designed to counter blessed land guardians and beast tides."

"However, there is no need for concern. Such methods are bound to drastically deplete the formation's power."

"If he dares to come a few more times, we can take action and break the formation."

Upon hearing this, Patriarch Suwei’s expression darkened.

The 1 who initiated this beast tide was him. Among the billions of demon clans participating in the war, many were under his command. The death of Ao Ming (Person Name) naturally caused him no distress.

At this moment, Eldrin unleashed the River of Stellar Sword Qi, annihilating over 10 percent of the boundless beast tide with a single strike. Patriarch Suwei’s heart ached with hidden anguish.

1 must understand that the vast Suwei Sea is home to countless islands spanning hundreds of millions, even tens of billions of miles, where demon tribes number not in the mere millions or billions, but beyond all reckoning.

Tens of thousands of islands combined, along with the demon tribes inhabiting the boundless seas, unleashed a beast tide whose sheer scale defied all comprehension.

In such circumstances, over 10 percent had been lost in an instant, stirring a sense of foreboding in Patriarch Suwei’s heart. Ao Ming, observing this, roughly guessed what was on Patriarch Suwei’s mind and promptly advised, “These demon races cannot attain immortality. In all likelihood, they will be replaced within a few 1000 years. What does it matter even if they were completely wiped out?”

"If we can conquer the Abyssal Sea, our clan will fully recover in less than 1 100 1000 years." "Using them to deplete the grand formation's power is indeed the most suitable choice."

With that, Ao Ming added, "Rest assured, once the beast tide is completely exhausted, our 1000 Dragon Lake will intervene. We shall use a heavy treasure to shatter this formation of his."

Suwei the Patriarch remained silent, his expression placid as he gazed upon the Abyssal Sea for a long while. In the end, he simply waved his hand in resignation.

All the demon immortals understood his intent and immediately began driving the beast tide to assault the grand formation once more.

The demonic tribes seemed somewhat fearful of this, yet with the calamity qi pervading the air, over half of their consciousness had already fallen under its control.

Driven into the Sea of Returning Abyss, the boundless sea of blood and baleful aura stirred their madness once more, overwhelming their fear. They began charging relentlessly toward the depths of the sea.

Eldrin made no further move in response.

He did not activate the Cosmic Star Formation again. Although the Cosmic Star Sword Qi was immensely powerful, it consumed far too much spiritual energy and astral power.

Between the 2, spiritual energy was the easier matter to handle. The countless spirit islands across the Abyssal Sea had stockpiled vast reserves of spiritual energy, sufficient to sustain multiple battles.

Moreover, even if spiritual energy is insufficient, it can be replaced by the mana of hundreds of millions of cultivators. At the very least, it can be replenished by consuming Immortal Origin or spirit stones.

However, the power of the stars was extremely precious. The Cosmic Star Formation had been established for many years, yet the stellar energy it channeled had its limits.

Eldrin had expended nearly half of his accumulated stellar energy reserves in that full-powered strike. Unless absolutely necessary, he would not invoke it again until his stellar energy had been restored.

Fortunately, although this move consumed a vast amount of stellar power, the energy still dissipated around the Abyssal Sea.

Over time, these stellar energies would gradually be drawn back into the Zhou Tian Star Formation. It would likely take 3 100 years for the formation to fully restore its peak power.

"Once every 3 100 years, the All-Heaven Stellar Sword Qi can be unleashed."

"That will suffice."

Eldrin (Person Name) murmured softly, "The Great Tribulation spans 30 1000 years—it was never meant to end in a single day."

Chapter 1: The Awakening In the depths of the 9 Serenities Mountain Range, a youth clothed in tattered blue robes sat cross-legged upon a moss-covered boulder. His name was Lin Xuan, once the most promising young master of the Lin Clan, now a mere Qi Refinement third layer disciple abandoned by his sect. "3 years..." Lin Xuan murmured, his fingers tracing the faint scar on his wrist where his spiritual roots had been severed. "3 years since I fell from the pinnacle of genius to the depths of mediocrity." The morning mist coiled around him like phantom serpents as he drew upon the scarce spiritual energy of the mountains. Each breath brought mere wisps of essence into his damaged meridians, the progress agonizingly slow compared to his former cultivation speed. Suddenly, a crimson glow erupted from the ancient jade pendant hanging against his chest - a family heirloom he'd never paid much attention to. The scarlet light intensified, forming intricate characters that hovered in the air before him. "Heaven Swallowing Art?" Lin Xuan read the shimmering text, his heart racing. "A cultivation method that devours the heavens and earth?" Before he could process this discovery, a sharp voice cut through the mountain silence. "Well, well, if it isn't the fallen genius." A tall figure emerged from the mist, wearing the distinctive white and gold robes of the Inner Court disciples. It was Zhao Feng, his former rival who now served as the enforcement elder's assistant. Zhao Feng sneered, tapping the spirit stone pouch at his waist. "The sect has decreed that all disciples below Qi Refinement fifth layer must contribute 5,000 spirit stones monthly or face expulsion. You owe 15,000 for the past 3 months." Lin Xuan's face darkened. "You know perfectly well that outer court disciples only receive 300 spirit stones monthly. How could I possibly gather such an amount?" "Not my concern." Zhao Feng's eyes glinted maliciously. "But since we were once fellow disciples, I'll give you 3 days. Otherwise..." He gestured toward the steep cliffs surrounding them. As Zhao Feng departed, Lin Xuan's knuckles turned white. The crimson characters from the jade pendant began glowing brighter, as if responding to his surge of emotion. New text appeared, detailing a forbidden technique: "Spirit Root Reconstruction - requires consuming a 100-year-old Blood Spirit Ginseng and 10,000 spirit stones worth of energy." A determined glint appeared in Lin Xuan's eyes. He remembered the rumored location of a Blood Spirit Ginseng deep within the Serpent Valley, a place even Core Formation elders hesitated to explore. "Since the heavens have given me this opportunity," he whispered, gathering his meager belongings, "I shall reclaim what was taken from me." The mountain winds howled as if in response, carrying away the last traces of morning mist as Lin Xuan began his descent toward the treacherous valley below.