Chapter 487 Joint Demon Refining

While the crowd was still murmuring amongst themselves, the heavenly tribulation in the sky finally began to gradually subside.

As expected, the Baxia Demon Emperor's powerful bloodline and tortoise shell, both of the highest grade, allowed him to successfully withstand the Nascent Soul Heavenly Tribulation.

His turtle shell was extraordinary, having evolved into a treasure akin to a Lifebound Spiritual Artifact, with defensive capabilities rivaling the finest among lower-grade Demon-Subduing Supreme Treasures.

Thanks to the protection of this tortoise shell, he miraculously escaped grave injuries, though his magic power and vital essence had been severely depleted.

"Let's begin."

Seeing the Bixi Demon Emperor’s vitality severely depleted, the people on the treasure ship could no longer conceal themselves. Without hesitation, they immediately unleashed their divine abilities and magic treasures, launching a fierce assault.

However, numerous demons were guarding the Dragon-Turtle Demon Emperor here, and for a time, a great number of demon kings surged forward to block their path. Seeing so many demon kings obstructing the way, Lu Yanhe’s brow furrowed slightly, yet he remained unshaken as he declared, “Pay them no mind. We must charge through swiftly.”

In that instant, the well-prepared Golden Core cultivators provided cover, allowing the 11 Golden Core, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) Ancestors to close in on the Bixia Demon Emperor.

"How dare you!"

Witnessing the crowd charging forth to kill, an enraged roar echoed through the skies.

To his astonishment, it was actually the Monolith Demon Emperor seated cross-legged in the heavens, summoning a cyan stone treasure axe to strike down.

"Careful, it's the Stonecutter Axe."

Everyone’s expressions shifted slightly. This was the renowned spiritual treasure of the Boulderdrake Emperor, forged from fifth-tier adamantine stone and fused with an enormous earth-attributed mineral vein. Its weight surpassed even that of a vast, towering mountain range.

It could be said that the might of this artifact was truly boundless and overwhelming. A single strike from it would likely force even the Refining Demons Immortal Sword to evade a direct confrontation, while Golden Core cultivators would be annihilated upon contact—shattered to dust with but a touch.

As the crowd fell into panic, Lu Yanhe (Person Name) spoke up, "Do not worry about the Stone-Serene Demon Emperor (Title). We need only deal with the Bixi Demon Emperor (Title)."

Sure enough, a dazzling divine radiance erupted across the heavens. Lord Jiuchuan, appearing as if from nowhere, blocked the path at the horizon’s edge and summoned a murky-hued treasure bracelet.

"It's the Primordial Chaos Golden Bracelet."

A wave of relief washed over everyone. The Primordial Chaos Bracelet was True Monarch Jiuchuan’s life-bound spiritual treasure, and it had completely suppressed the Stone-Cleaving Axe.

Since Lord Jiuchuan had intercepted the Stone-Scale Demon Emperor, they all breathed a sigh of relief and swiftly summoned their flying swords and magical treasures, launching a concerted assault against the Bixia Demon Emperor.

Yet even when besieged by 11 Golden Core, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) experts, the Bixi Demon Emperor showed not the slightest fear. Transforming into human form, the tortoise shell above his head soared forth and unfurled a heavy golden radiance.

This luminous barrier possessed peerless defensive capabilities, actually rendering it impervious even when besieged by a dozen or so supreme-grade magic treasures.

Seeing the situation turning dire, Lu Yanhe furrowed his brow and spoke coldly, "This fiend's defenses are too formidable. Let us trap him with the 8 Trigrams Demon-Refining Banner (Magic Treasure)."

"Very well."

Everyone nodded. Led by Lu Yanhe, 8 Golden Core cultivators joined forces and summoned the 8 Trigrams Demon-Refining Banner (Magic Treasure) to envelop the sky, unexpectedly trapping the Bixi Demon Emperor within its grasp.

This 8 Trigrams Demon-Refining Banner (Magic Treasure) had been the trump card recorded by Lord Jiuchuan for thousands of years, capable of unleashing 8 esoteric powers: Heaven of Qian, Earth of Kun, Water of Kan, Thunder of Zhen, Mountain of Gen, Fire of Li, Marsh of Dui, and Wind of Xun.

As the 8 Golden Core Elders continuously channeled their power, thunder, flames, astral winds, and other arcane forces rained down incessantly upon the Tortoise Shell of the Bixi Demon Emperor, causing its radiance to scatter in chaotic streaks.

Seeing the 8 Trigrams Demon-Refining Banner (Magic Treasure) taking effect, Lu Yanhe exclaimed with delight, "This fiend's spiritual power is rapidly depleting. If we press our advantage, we shall surely vanquish it here."

High in the sky, True Lord Jiuchuan observed this scene and felt a surge of reassurance, convinced that this battle held considerable promise of beheading the Tyrant Xia Demon Emperor.

At this thought, he said with a smile, "Panshi, it seems your descendant is fated to face an inescapable tribulation today."

"Is that so?"

Unexpectedly, the Boulder Demon Emperor remained exceptionally calm. He even let out a cold sneer, "9 Rivers Old Freak, you remain oblivious to the impending doom looming over you."

"Damn it!"

Lord Jiuchuan’s thoughts flashed through his mind. In the blink of an eye, a blinding crimson light descended from the sky, carrying a sinister, corrosive aura. It struck him with ruthless precision, piercing clean through his shoulder.

After all, he was an old True Monarch who had cultivated for several 1000 years. Though caught completely off guard, True Monarch Jiuchan managed to summon his magic treasure in haste to block the strike, hastily escaping into the distant void.

After narrowly evading the strike, True Lord Jiuchuan suppressed his injuries with lingering fear. Only then did he turn to see that the sneak attack had come from a crimson treasure nail.

Blood-Gathering Heart Nail

Lord Jiuchuan drew in a sharp breath. This Bloodthirsty Heart-Piercing Nail was a fifth-tier demonic artifact, forged through an exceptionally vicious process. It required extracting Netherworld Yin Iron and refining it with the essence and blood of hundreds of millions of humans to complete its cultivation.

This sinister and malevolent treasure possesses the ability to contaminate magical artifacts and divine abilities. It specifically counters protective auras and defensive treasures, while also capable of corroding both the physical body and the soul.

The Bloodthirsty Heart-Piercing Nail before him had already reached the grade of mid-tier Fifth Rank, no wonder it could so easily pierce through his defensive divine abilities and protective magic treasures, grievously wounding True Lord Jiuchuan in a single strike.

"You have some knowledge after all."

At that very moment, 2 figures emerged from the void, stepping forward through the emptiness.

Among the 2, 1 was the blood-robed Lorcan of the Lethe (Person Name), while the other was the black-robed elder who had remained silent all along.

A cold smirk played upon Lorcan of the Lethe (Person Name)'s lips as he remarked with a hint of amusement, "This was specially prepared for you. How does it feel?"

"Pfft—"

Jiu Chuan Zhenjun spat out a mouthful of blood, a trace of despair flashing in his eyes.

Ambushed by this Bloodthirsty Heart-Piercing Spike, even a top-tier True Monarch at the Nascent Soul, Late Stage would suffer severe injuries. How could he, a mere Nascent Soul, Early Stage cultivator, possibly suppress such a grave wound?

At this moment, he could feel a vicious malignant energy corrupting both his spiritual power and soul, leaving him unable to muster any magical strength while drowning him in overwhelming drowsiness.

Summoning his last vestiges of will, he fixed his gaze upon the black-robed figure beside Lorcan of the Lethe and uttered a bitter laugh. "For a supreme master of the demonic path at Nascent Soul, Mid Stage to resort to a covert ambush—this is truly unexpected."

Unexpectedly, the black-robed elder spoke up, "Had you focused solely on fleeing without resorting to a sneak attack, even I could not have stopped you."

"Good, what a cunning scheme!"

Lord Jiuchuan let out a bitter laugh as the Nascent Soul Qi (Spiritual Root) within him erupted abruptly.

At this moment, the Nascent Soul Qi (Spiritual Root) he had accumulated for a 1000 years surged violently, boosting his magical power by over 50 percent.

他本是Nascent Soul, 3rd Tier (Cultivation Realm)的强大真君，此刻顾不得Nascent Soul Qi (Spiritual Root)损耗爆发之下，竟然暂时压过了体内的伤势和血污煞气，爆发出堪比Nascent Soul, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm)的法力。

"Not good!"

On the battlefield below, Lu Yanhe saw the situation turning dire and immediately cried out, "Quickly slay the Bixi Demon Emperor, then lend my master a hand!"

Even as he spoke, he could no longer afford to conserve his hidden cards. With a resonant clang, he summoned the Gengjin Demon-Slaying Sword Talisman, transforming it into a brilliant arc of sword light that soared into the air and descended, aiming to shatter the tortoise-like defense of the Baxia Demon Emperor.

"Just waiting for you to show an opening."

At that very moment, the Blaze True Master who held the Li Fire Banner among the crowd revealed a cold sneer.

Seizing the opportunity, he abruptly withdrew the Blazing Fire Banner and summoned a supreme-grade magic treasure to strike.

Lu Yanhe had exhausted a great deal of spiritual power in his frantic activation of the fifth-tier sword talisman to rescue his master. Now, as he watched Flameheart True Master suddenly launch a surprise attack, he couldn’t help but reveal a look of utter despair.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of blood and decay. A lone figure stood amidst the swirling snow, his black robes tattered and stained crimson. In his hand, the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure) glowed with a faint, dying light. "Eldrin (Person Name)," a voice, cold and sharp as ice shards, cut through the wind. "Your journey ends here." Eldrin raised his head, his face pale but his eyes burning with defiance. A dozen or so cultivators in grey robes surrounded him, their formation tight and unforgiving. He had been hunted for days, his spiritual power nearly depleted after countless skirmishes. "Is that so?" Eldrin's voice was a low rasp, yet it carried an undercurrent of immense pride. "You think this paltry formation can hold me?" He had been a prodigy, a legend in the making. 1 100 years had passed since he first stepped onto the path of cultivation, and in that time, he had achieved what took others millennia. But now, betrayed and cornered, he felt the weight of his 10,000 years of accumulated karma pressing down. The lead grey-robed cultivator sneered. "Arrogant till the end. You possess the Heavenly Dao Jade (Magical Artifact), a treasure you are unworthy of. Hand it over, and we may grant you a swift death." Eldrin's lips curled into a faint, bitter smile. The Heavenly Dao Jade... the very thing that had brought him both unparalleled power and his current ruin. He had spent nearly a 1000 years deciphering its secrets, advancing through the 9 Revolutions of the Chaotic Heaven Art (Cultivation Method) at a breakneck pace. He was already at the 7th level, a feat unheard of for someone his age. "Come and take it," Eldrin whispered, his grip tightening on the Li Fire Sword. The remaining spiritual energy within his dantian surged, a final, desperate gambit. He would not go down quietly. He recalled the words of his master, spoken so long ago it felt like another lifetime: "To cultivate is to defy the heavens. Every step is a trial, every breakthrough a rebellion." Now, facing his final trial, Eldrin embraced the rebellion within his soul. With a roar that shattered the falling snow around him, he unleashed the last of his power. The Li Fire Sword erupted in blinding crimson flames, its aura scorching the very air. The 20-some grey robes hesitated for a fraction of a second—a fatal mistake. Eldrin moved like a phantom, his sword tracing arcs of destructive fire. The battle was swift, brutal, and utterly silent save for the roar of flames and the choked cries of his enemies. When the last ember died, only he remained standing, surrounded by over a 100 smoldering corpses. His body trembled, on the verge of collapse. He had won, but at a great cost. His meridians were shattered, his core fractured. He slumped against a frost-covered rock, his breath coming in ragged gasps. From his spatial ring, he retrieved a small, unadorned jade bottle. Inside was a single Great Return Pill (Elixir), a treasure he had saved for a true life-or-death situation. He consumed it without hesitation, feeling a warm, revitalizing energy begin to mend his broken body, slowly, agonizingly slowly. As the pill's efficacy circulated, his mind drifted. He thought of the vast, uncaring heavens, of the countless souls striving for immortality, of the endless cycle of slaughter and betrayal. For thousands of years, this had been the way of their world. He closed his eyes, not in defeat, but in resolve. This was not the end. It was merely another beginning. He would recover. He would grow stronger. And he would make those who had wronged him pay—not with thousands, but with tens of thousands of their spirit stones and their worthless lives. 1 100 years was but a blink in the life of a true immortal. He had time. A genius remembers the address of this website in 1 second: m.zibibi