Chapter 597. Urn of 5 Demons (Magic Treasure), 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure)

Seeing Eldrin lay all his cards on the table, the others naturally held nothing back. Yan ZiJi and her companions continuously unleashed their treasured spirit talismans and divine thunderbolts, while Lingxu Xianzi brought out a top-grade Fifth-Order spirit talisman from her previous life’s collection and blasted it downward.

"Damn it!"

The 3 Eldrin (Person Name) old demons within the Ridge of the Black Fiend (Location) witnessed this scene and frantically activated their demonic treasures and supernatural abilities to block the assault.

The Black Fiend Patriarch not only activated his life-bound demonic treasure, the Black Fiend Soul Banner, but also summoned a second life-bound demonic treasure—the Black Fiend Mountain-Cleaving Axe—to parry the assault.

Yet that alone was not enough. He also brought out a third demonic treasure—a crimson ancient furnace of noble bearing.

This treasure is known as the Crimson Phoenix Crucible (Magic Treasure), said to be forged from the bones of a demon phoenix that had reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage. Its defensive capabilities are considered unparalleled in the world.

This Crimson Phoenix Crucible (Magic Treasure) was once the ultimate treasure of a supreme Nascent Soul clan, guarding their lineage for generations. Later, as that illustrious clan declined into obscurity, this artifact fell into the hands of Patriarch Black Fiend, where it was refined and transformed into a demonic treasure.

After producing 3 superior demonic treasures in succession, the Black Fiend Ancestor finally managed to withstand the combined assault of the crowd, making it difficult for them to breach his defenses in a short time.

Just as the situation threatened to descend into another stalemate, Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) made his move once more. This time, he did not summon his life-bound spiritual treasure, but merely flicked his sleeve to release a golden talisman.

"Clang—"

In that fleeting moment, the golden talisman transformed into a peerless, resplendent sword radiance—as if a sun had descended to earth and morphed into an immortal's blade sweeping downward, or like a golden crow soaring from the highest heavens with wings outstretched in a horizontal strike.

Golden Crow Transformation Sword Talisman.

The moment he laid eyes on this spiritual talisman, Patriarch Black Fiend’s expression shifted dramatically. He immediately channeled all his spiritual energy to defend against it.

This Golden Crow Transforms into Sword Talisman recorded a divine ability known as the 'Golden Crow Transforms into Sword Deity-Slaying Art'. It was a genuine Pure Yang divine ability, a peerless power capable of shaking the heavens and earth.

Moreover, this 'Golden Crow Transformation Sword Deity-Slaying Art' was 1 of the signature divine abilities cultivated by Lin Tianqi, Patriarch of the Lin Clan—a peerless technique from the sacred Lin Clan of the Eastern Wastelands.

Although this talisman before him had only reached the quasi-sixth rank, the power it unleashed was enough to shake the heavens and earth, even barely touching 50 percent of the might of the Soul Formation Realm.

Such overwhelming heavenly might was simply impossible to withstand. With a deafening clang, it completely shattered the Mountain Guarding Miasma of the Ridge of the Black Fiend (Location).

In an instant, countless demonic cultivators suffered backlash, many perishing outright on the spot. Even the Black Fiend Ancestor had blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, clearly having sustained significant internal injuries.

Boom—

A deafening roar erupted as Chen Changxuan seized the opportunity to channel the true power of the 10 1000 Immortals Demon-Suppressing Grand Formation (Formation). The mobilized force nearly rivaled that of a Half-Step Primordial Spirit (Cultivation Realm) expert. With a single raised-hand strike, he suppressed the area, completely shattering the Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) at the Ridge of the Black Fiend (Location).

Having suffered such a blow, the Demonic Spring had already endured backlash and would likely be unable to sustain the Mountain-Guarding Malevolent Qi for quite some time.

Witnessing the Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) being shattered, Eldrin (Person Name) immediately summoned the Heaven-Sundering Twin Swords to strike horizontally. "The demonic spring will replenish in merely 3 hours," he declared urgently. "We must act swiftly—together."

12 True Monarchs struck simultaneously, instantly surrounding the 3 Demonic Path True Monarchs.

Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) stood with the Aegis of Pure Yang (Magic Treasure) hovering above his head, the Ancient Tome of Demonic Subjugation (Magic Treasure) radiating light behind him, and the Celestial Sword of Pure Yang (Magic Treasure) gripped firmly in his hand. He confronted the Black Fiend Patriarch (Person Name), leaving him with no possible path of escape.

Apart from the Black Fiend Ancestor, there were 2 other Demon Path True Monarchs at the Ridge of the Black Fiend (Location), both of whom were women of striking beauty.

1 possessed an alluring and fiery figure, while the other evoked an aura of delicate vulnerability. Were it not for the chilling aura of murderous intent surrounding them, they would have resembled 2 elegant female cultivators.

However, Eldrin was well aware of these 2 women's identities—they were not only the Black Fiend Old Demon's disciples but also his cultivation vessels and concubines.

Most demonic cultivators were exceptionally ruthless, and existences like the Black Fiend Elder Demon were even more vicious to the extreme.

For thousands of years, this demonic being had taken on over a 1000 disciples, most of whom were refined by the Elder Fiend of Black Malice into cruel demonic artifacts.

Occasionally, a few demonic cultivators would advance to the rank of True Lord. However, to prevent his disciples from challenging his authority, Black Fiend Old Demon would refine most of these newly ascended male cultivators into fiendish puppets.

Female cultivators fared slightly better; after advancing to the True Monarch realm, they became dual cultivation vessels for the Black Fiend Old Demon. However, most were drained of their vitality and perished during his cultivation sessions. Only these 2 before him had won his favor and survived.

In truth, the baleful aura of Ridge of the Black Fiend (Location) was no weaker than a fifth-grade, upper-tier spirit vein, and by all reasoning should have been able to sustain over a dozen Nascent Soul cultivators in their practice. Yet now, only 3 Demon Path True Lords remained—a stark testament to the ruthlessness of the Black Fiend Elder Demon.

At this critical moment of life and death, surrounded by over a dozen Human Race True Monarchs, the 2 women stared at Old Fiend Black Malice in terror and pleaded, "Husband, save us!"

"Hmph, useless trash."

The Black Fiend Elder's expression darkened, but he understood that if both of them perished, he would likely be unable to withstand the combined assault of the crowd.

With that thought, he flicked his sleeve and produced a pitch-black Demonic Jar (Magic Treasure), hurling it directly toward the crowd.

The demonic vessel fell into the midst of the crowd, hovering inverted in mid-air as 5 sinister demonic heads emerged from it, each astonishingly possessing cultivation at the Nascent Soul realm.

"Beware, it's the White Bone Urn of 5 Demons (Magic Treasure)."

The moment Eldrin laid eyes on the 5 Fiend Lords, his expression instantly turned grave.

This 'Bone Urn of 5 Demons (Magic Treasure)' was exceptionally cruel. To forge this treasure, the Old Fiend of Black Evils had spent over 3,000 years, successively nurturing 5 demonic path Nascent Souls.

Whenever a disciple broke through to the Nascent Soul stage, the Elder of Black Malice would flay them alive, using their bones to forge cursed vessels and refining their flesh and nascent souls into fiendish demons.

Once this treasure was forged, each demon lord possessed power comparable to the Nascent Soul, Mid Stage (Cultivation Realm). Though these fiends wielded no fifth-tier demonic artifacts and their supernatural abilities were far from extraordinary, they could still unleash combat prowess rivaling the Nascent Soul, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm).

It could be said that the power of this single White Bone Urn of 5 Demons (Magic Treasure) alone was enough to be considered a superior demonic treasure—truly a sinister and eerie artifact of dark sorcery.

Lyra also furrowed her brow and spoke with a grave expression, "Let us join forces and eradicate these fiends together."

With those words, she charged forward without hesitation, single-handedly engaging 1 of the female demonic cultivators. The rest of the group simultaneously launched their attacks, determined to swiftly eliminate the 5 demonic leaders.

Eldrin charged toward the Nascent Soul demon. With the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss dancing through the air, he forced the demon into retreat within just a few moves.

"Slay—"

After a dozen or so exchanges, Eldrin summoned the Heavenly Li Swords to merge into 1. With a metallic clang, a Nascent Soul demon was cleaved apart in the void.

"How can he be this powerful?"

Observing Eldrin (Person Name) wreaking havoc across the battlefield, Patriarch Heisha’s expression abruptly shifted. The combat prowess Eldrin (Person Name) was now displaying seemed potent enough to pose a genuine threat to him.

"This man must not be allowed to live!"

Killing intent surged in his heart. The Black Fiend Patriarch unleashed his Nascent Soul Qi (Spiritual Root) without hesitation, driving several demonic treasures to forcefully block Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name). Then, he summoned a black scroll and unleashed its power to suppress Eldrin (Person Name).

The scroll depicted numerous lifelike figures, numbering over a 100 in total.

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind howled through the mountain pass, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his worn robe, his breath misting in the chill air. His fingers, numb and cracked, traced the intricate patterns on the ancient jade slip in his palm. "Just 1 more step," he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the wind. "1 more step and I'll break through to the 7th Layer of Qi Refinement." He had been stuck at the 6th Layer for 3 years—3 long years of relentless cultivation and countless failed attempts. The other disciples whispered behind his back, calling him "wasted talent" and "the fallen genius." But Lin Feng paid them no mind. He knew the truth they didn't—that true power often came to those who endured the deepest valleys before climbing the highest peaks. Closing his eyes, he began circulating his spiritual energy, drawing upon the meager spiritual qi of the surroundings. The energy flowed through his meridians like a sluggish stream, gradually picking up speed as he guided it through the complex pathways of his cultivation technique—the 9 Revolutions Heavenly Art. Suddenly, a brilliant light erupted from the jade slip, illuminating the dark mountain pass with an ethereal glow. Ancient characters swirled in the air before him, rearranging themselves into a formation he had never seen before. "What is this?" Lin Feng's eyes widened in astonishment. "This isn't part of the 9 Revolutions Heavenly Art!" The characters coalesced into a single phrase that burned itself into his mind: "The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, but the Mortal Path leads to eternity." Before he could process these words, a thunderous roar echoed through the mountains. The ground trembled violently as a massive figure descended from the sky, landing before him with earth-shattering force. "Well, well, what do we have here?" a mocking voice rang out. "The great 'genius' Lin Feng, still wasting his time in this desolate place?" Lin Feng looked up to see Zhang Hu, the current top disciple of the Outer Sect, flanked by 2 lackeys. All 3 wore contemptuous smirks that didn't reach their cold eyes. "Zhang Hu," Lin Feng said calmly, slipping the jade slip into his sleeve. "To what do I owe this... honor?" Zhang Hu's smile widened. "The Sect Leader has issued a new decree. All disciples who haven't reached the 7th Layer of Qi Refinement by tomorrow will be expelled from the sect." He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a malicious whisper. "It seems your time has finally run out, 'genius'." Lin Feng's heart sank, but his expression remained neutral. He had known this day would come eventually, but the timing couldn't be worse. "Thank you for delivering the message," Lin Feng replied evenly. "If that's all..." "Oh, that's not all," Zhang Hu interrupted, his eyes glinting with predatory glee. "I challenge you to a duel. Right here, right now." 1 of Zhang Hu's lackeys snickered. "Brother Zhang, isn't that overkill? You're at the 9th Layer! He's just trash at the 6th Layer!" Zhang Hu waved him off. "I want to personally witness the fall of the once-great genius." He drew his sword—the famed Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss (Magic Treasure), its blade glowing with crimson energy. "What do you say, Lin Feng? Or are you too much of a coward to accept?" Lin Feng's mind raced. Accepting the challenge meant certain humiliation, if not death. But refusing would brand him a coward forever. He was trapped. Just as he was about to respond, the jade slip in his sleeve grew warm again. The mysterious phrase echoed in his mind once more: "The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, but the Mortal Path leads to eternity." A strange calm settled over him. He looked Zhang Hu directly in the eyes, a faint smile touching his lips. "I accept." Zhang Hu looked momentarily surprised before bursting into laughter. "Foolish to the end! Very well, let's begin!" He lunged forward, his sword tracing a fiery arc through the air. The attack was meant to maim, not kill—Zhang Hu wanted to prolong Lin Feng's humiliation. But something extraordinary happened. As the flaming blade descended, Lin Feng's movements became a blur. He sidestepped the attack with impossible grace, his body moving as if guided by some unseen force. The mysterious characters from the jade slip appeared in his vision, rotating slowly like celestial bodies. Time seemed to slow to a crawl. Lin Feng could see every ripple of spiritual energy in Zhang Hu's attack, every flaw in his stance, every opening in his defense. Without thinking, Lin Feng's hand shot out, 2 fingers extended. He struck a specific point on Zhang Hu's wrist—a meridian intersection that the jade slip's knowledge had revealed to him. A sharp crack echoed through the pass. Zhang Hu screamed in pain and shock as his sword clattered to the ground, the fiery energy around it extinguished instantly. He stared at his limp hand, then at Lin Feng, his face a mask of disbelief and fury. "Impossible!" he snarled. "What trick did you use?!" Lin Feng stood calmly, his expression unreadable. "It seems the heavens haven't completely abandoned this 'trash' after all." The 2 lackeys stared, their mouths agape. The fallen genius had just defeated the top outer sect disciple with a single move. But Lin Feng felt no triumph. As he looked at the terrified expressions around him, he knew his life in the sect would never be the same again. The jade slip had set him on a path far more dangerous and wondrous than he could have ever imagined. He glanced up at the starry sky, the ancient words echoing in his mind once more. "The Heavenly Dao is incomplete, but the Mortal Path leads to eternity."