Chapter 150 Reinforce Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location)

Without a Golden Core Demon King to command them, should the battle turn into a protracted struggle, the beast horde would collapse on its own long before the human forces were defeated.

The Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) knew full well it would be difficult to maintain long-term control over lower-tier demonic beasts. Unwilling to become mired in a protracted battle, it ultimately divided its forces to launch a swift 1000-mile assault on Fengjun County.

In this way, bypassing Yuyang Market which gathered half of Bianzhou's military strength, attacking Fengyang Trading Post (Location) would be far easier.

Although Fengyang Trading Post (Location) possessed a third-grade spirit vein, nearly all its reserve spirit stones had been delivered to Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) and Yuyang Market.

Without a reserve of spirit stones, relying solely on the spiritual energy of a third-grade low-tier spirit vein, its defensive capabilities paled in comparison to the Yuyang Market, which was fortified with 100,000 spirit stones.

Moreover, there was only a single Eldrin (Person Name) as the Purple Mansion Ancestor here, and the number of cultivators amounted to merely 70 or 80 percent of those in Yuyang Market.

It could be said that had it not been for the Chen family's unexpectedly formidable combat strength, the Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) would likely have succeeded. With the human forces caught between 2 fronts and military morale thrown into disarray, this could well have triggered a catastrophic collapse.

Provided that the beast army outside Yuyang Market could intercept Yu County, preventing the main forces from Bianzhou from reinforcing the area.

Alas, it had thoroughly grasped the combat prowess of a human Golden Core expert, yet it never anticipated that the Chen Clan had produced 2 Foundation Establishment cultivators possessing Golden Core-level combat strength.

Little did they expect that Eldrin’s (Person Name) combat talent would be so astonishing. Today, he single-handedly crushed the demon beast horde beyond the Yuyang Market, and this grave miscalculation became the very root of their defeat.

However, this crushing defeat of the demon race did not signify the end of the beast tide. On the contrary, the true core battlefield remained locked in arduous and bitter warfare.

The beast tide calamity was no single sect's affair. Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) had now endured over half a year under siege by demonic beasts, long having exhausted all the spiritual liquid within its Spirit Nourishing Pool.

Currently, Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) was sustained entirely by its reserve of several 100 1000 spirit stones. The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) had laid siege without launching a full assault, continuously deploying small forces to steadily drain the spiritual energy of Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location).

If this continues, even if we manage to hold out, the spirit stones consumed would ultimately cripple the prominent families of Border Province.

However, Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location) was far too crucial. If they failed to defend it and allowed the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) to march its army into Border Province, the entire region would be exposed to the ravages of demonic beasts. Countless immortals would then become blood-soaked prey for these monstrous creatures.

"Providing support is indeed worth considering, but we cannot launch an attack recklessly."

Eldrin spoke with a trace of gravity, "We must first ascertain the true strength of the demonic tribes."

Hearing this, everyone turned their gaze toward Xavier. This Eldrin Ancestor had long been confined to Fengyang Trading Post, maintaining continuous contact with Celestial Ruins Mountain.

Xavier nodded and said, "Just 2 days ago, I inquired with Patriarch Jiang about the exact strength of the forces surrounding the Celestial Python Demon King."

"Grand Elder Jiang's meaning aligns closely with our initial projections."

"Almost identical." Elder Yang's expression shifted slightly before he spoke, "That makes 20-5 Purple Mansion realm demon beasts."

Hearing this, everyone present had a rough idea of the situation.

The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) reigned supreme over a domain spanning several 100 1000 miles, commanding 6 tribes of Zifu-level demon beasts: the 6-Winged Golden Butterfly, the Cyan Flame Fox, the Golden-Horned Savage Bull, the Thunder Roc, and the Direwolf Clan.

With the addition of the Celestial Python Lake (Location)'s Celestial Python tribe, the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) commanded over 30 Zifu-level demonic beasts at its peak.

It was just over 30 years ago when Lyra single-handedly slew 2 Purple Palace Demon Rocs and a Violet Mansion Thunder Roc in 1 battle, significantly diminishing their power.

Moreover, over the past century, 7 or 8 Purple Mansion Demonic Beasts had been slain by Lyra (Person Name), along with others that had succumbed to depleted lifespans. The strength of the Celestial Python Lake (Location) lineage had actually diminished considerably compared to 1 100 years prior.

Thus, when the time for battle arrived, after repeated investigations by the people of Bianzhou, it was determined that the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) commanded 20-5 Zifu-level demonic beings.

At the onset of this beast tide, the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) launched a ferocious assault on the formation protecting Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location). Seizing the opportunity, Lyra (Person Name) utilized a fourth-tier formation to slay 4 Purple Mansion demon beasts.

In the battle at Yuyang Market, the group had slain 3. Now, in the clash at Fengyang Trading Post (Location), they had eliminated another 5. Combined, they had vanquished a total of 12 Purple Mansion demon beasts. This meant that only 13 Purple Mansion demon beasts likely remained by the side of the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast).

"There shouldn't be a dozen or so."

Old Ancestor Yang shook his head and said, "The Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) commands vast territories and resources. He would never leave the Celestial Python Lake (Location) unguarded."

"Otherwise, if some powerful Zi Mansion cultivator were to lay down a fourth-tier killing formation in its lair, wouldn't it be rendered homeless?"

"Thus, at least 5 or 6 Purple Mansion Demonic Beasts will remain within Celestial Python Lake."

Upon hearing this, everyone's faces lit up with joy.

Xu Daoyuan couldn’t help but beam with joy, yet he still remarked, “If that’s the case, there should only be 7 or 8 Purple Mansion demon beasts left by the Celestial Python Demon King’s side.”

"Then it is entirely possible for us to join forces with Patriarch Jiang and drive them back together."

"It is indeed worth a try."

Xavier also nodded, pondering for a moment before adding, "With the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror in our possession, we should first consult with Patriarch Jiang before making any decisions."

With their minds made up, the group proceeded to the spirit pool within Fengyang Trading Post (Location) and activated the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure).

The treasured mirror drew power from the spiritual veins, and arrays of runes instantly ignited. Through the haze, 1 could glimpse the vision of another realm.

Across the treasure mirror, a woman opened her eyes, her gaze piercing through.

Xavier gazed at the man and said with a gentle smile, "Young Friend Liu, I wonder if Ancestor Jiang is currently present."

The person opposite was none other than Lyra's disciple, Liu Rumeng. Glancing at the crowd reflected in the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror, she rose gracefully and gave a slight nod before speaking.

"Please wait a moment, everyone."

Only a moment later, Lyra (Person Name) appeared on the other side of the mirror.

She was clad in a snow-white gown, her brows etched with an undissipated sharpness of murderous intent, clearly having just returned from the fray of battle.

Through the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure), his gaze first fell upon Eldrin (Person Name) before he spoke.

"How is the situation?"

During these days, she had been communicating with everyone through the World's-End Sound-Transmission Mirror (Magic Treasure), and she knew clearly that today marked a crucial battle in their plan.

At this moment, seeing that everyone was unharmed, she understood that the battle was most likely won, so her question now was about the outcome.

After all, repelling the Purple-Spotted Wolf King (Demon Beast) and slaying it were entirely different levels of achievement, with a vast disparity between them.

"This battle has ended in a resounding victory."

Elder Yang spoke up, reporting the spoils of this battle and the contributions of each individual, and also informed Lyra (Person Name) of everyone's intentions.

After hearing this, Lyra (Person Name) smiled and said, "Since our great victory in this battle, we have already slain 12 Purple Mansion demon beasts. Over half of the Purple Mansion demon beasts under the command of the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) have been killed or wounded."

"With losses this substantial, if word reaches Celestial Ruins Mountain (Location), the Celestial Python Demon King (Demon Beast) would most likely withdraw his troops immediately."

"However, we must press our advantage while the Celestial Python Demon King's strength is greatly diminished. By further weakening their forces, we'll face significantly less pressure from the demon race in our next confrontation."

Chapter 1: Rebirth of the Immortal Sovereign The sky tore open with a flash of crimson lightning, illuminating the ashen clouds that swirled like primordial chaos. In that fleeting moment, Lin Xuan's consciousness returned from the abyss of eternity. He found himself lying on a simple wooden bed, the familiar scent of medicinal herbs lingering in the air. Through the window, the distant peaks of the Azure Cloud Sect pierced the heavens like jade pillars. "30 1000 years..." Lin Xuan whispered, his voice hoarse from disuse. "I've actually returned to my youth." Memories flooded his mind - the final battle at the Divine Annihilation Abyss, the betrayal by his most trusted disciple, and the cataclysmic heavenly tribulation that shattered his divine soul. Yet here he was, reborn in his 16-year-old body, mere days before the sect's annual aptitude test. His gaze fell upon the simple storage pouch hanging from the bedpost. With trembling fingers, he poured out its contents: precisely 127 low-grade spirit stones, 3 Basic Qi Gathering Pills, and a cracked jade slip containing the most elementary cultivation method. "How pitiful," Lin Xuan murmured, yet his eyes burned with renewed determination. In his previous life, he had ascended to become the youngest Immortal Sovereign in 30 millennia. Now, armed with countless supreme techniques and forgotten secrets, he would rewrite his destiny. Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside his humble dwelling. The door burst open to reveal a group of outer sect disciples led by Zhang Hu, a bully who had tormented Lin Xuan for years. "Lin Xuan!" Zhang Hu bellowed, his face contorted with contempt. "The monthly tribute is due. Hand over your spirit stones and that Qi Gathering Pill, unless you want another lesson in humility." The other disciples chuckled maliciously, their hands resting on the hilts of their training swords. In the past, Lin Xuan would have trembled in fear, but now... Lin Xuan's lips curved into a faint smile. "You may take them," he said calmly, "if you can withstand a single strike from me." Zhang Hu roared with laughter. "You? A mere first-level Qi Refining ant? Very well, I'll break both your legs as a reminder of your place!" As Zhang Hu charged forward, his fist engulfed in rudimentary spiritual energy, time seemed to slow for Lin Xuan. Though his cultivation had regressed to its foundational state, his combat awareness remained that of an Immortal Sovereign. He sidestepped with minimal movement, his fingers tracing an arcane pattern in the air. A faint golden light shimmered around his fingertips as he tapped gently on Zhang Hu's acupoints. The bully froze mid-attack, his expression shifting from rage to shock, then to utter terror. The spiritual energy within his meridians had completely stagnated. "W-what demonic art is this?" Zhang Hu stammered, his body trembling uncontrollably. Lin Xuan leaned close and whispered, "This is but the most basic technique of the Heavenly Dao Scripture. Consider yourself fortunate to witness it." With a flick of his sleeve, Lin Xuan sent Zhang Hu flying out the door. The other disciples stared in stunned silence before scrambling to carry their leader away. Alone once more, Lin Xuan closed his eyes and began circulating the Heavenly Dao Scripture. The surrounding spiritual energy converged toward him, forming visible vortexes of light. Within moments, he broke through to the second level of Qi Refining. "Interesting," he mused, sensing the unique energy patterns of this era. "The heavenly laws here are different from what I remember. It seems my rebirth has altered more than just my personal fate." His gaze turned toward the highest peak where the Sect Master's residence stood. "Yun Mengyi, my beloved disciple from my previous life... Are you already plotting your betrayal? This time, I shall watch with interest how you play your schemes." Outside, the setting sun painted the clouds in hues of gold and crimson, as if heralding the dawn of a new legend. Lin Xuan knew his journey had only just begun - to reclaim his throne, to settle old debts, and to uncover the mysteries behind his rebirth. But first, he needed to prepare for the upcoming sect competition. The grand prize - a mysterious fragment from the primordial era - called to him with an inexplicable familiarity.