Chapter 598. Grand Divine Art: 9 Heavens Starfall (Cultivation Art)

As the scroll gave a sudden shudder, over a 100 figures descended from the painted surface—each 1 a ferocious evil ghost or demonic fiend.

"Beware, it's the 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure)."

Lyra's countenance shifted dramatically as she recognized the origins of this demonic treasure.

The 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure) was also a superior demonic treasure. The 100 ghosts sealed within this artifact were all once Core Formation Realm demonic cultivators, forcibly blood-sacrificed and refined by the Old Demon of Black Malice.

This 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure) was refined using the skins of countless demonic cultivators, including those of several Nascent Soul demon lords.

After refining this 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure), the Dark Fiend Patriarch spent a 1000 years continuously feeding the ghosts within the painting with the flesh, blood, and souls of mortals and cultivators. Astonishingly, he managed to elevate the cultivation of all 100 ghosts to Golden Core, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm).

At this moment, as the 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure) descended, a 100 Golden Core, Late Stage (Cultivation Realm) ghost cultivators actually swarmed forth, sending chills down the spines of all who witnessed the assault.

"This is already the fifth superior demonic treasure, just how many of these does this fiend possess?"

Eldrin activated his spiritual treasure to counter the 100 Ghosts Scroll, yet an overwhelming pressure weighed heavily upon his heart.

Demonic artifacts are forged with far fewer constraints than the righteous path's spiritual treasures. They demand no specific materials—only sufficient quantities of mortals and cultivators as ingredients to manifest their vile power.

Black Fiend Ancestor was merely at the Nascent Soul, 7th Tier (Cultivation Realm), yet with a single move, he produced 5 superior demon treasures—and this might not even be all he possessed.

Even a perfected Nascent Soul cultivator would typically possess only 3 or 4 superior spirit treasures, paling in comparison to the wealth of Black Fiend Patriarch.

No wonder so many cultivators fall into the demonic path—once they abandon the moral constraints of being human, the difficulty of obtaining cultivation resources is drastically reduced.

"Cackle, cackle, cackle."

Just as Eldrin’s expression turned grave, a 100 ghosts surged toward him with overwhelming killing intent, their eerie, twisted laughter echoing menacingly.

Witnessing the 100 ghosts running rampant, Eldrin’s gaze turned icy. The central Eldin Earth Sovereign Seal above his head descended with overwhelming force to suppress them.

Clang—

A single chime of the bell echoed, and the ancient golden bell descended to suppress heaven and earth, actually forcing hundreds of ghosts to recoil in retreat.

Seizing the opportunity, Eldrin soared skyward, unleashing his Nascent Soul Qi to elevate his spiritual power to rival that of an ordinary Nascent Soul, 6th Tier. He then activated the great supernatural art—Phantom-Splitting Sword Art.

A ruthless sword intent erupted instantly. 1 after another, ethereal sword rays brewed within Eldrin’s body, ready to surge forth and slay countless ghosts.

Yet in that very instant, Eldrin’s mind stirred as he once again channeled his divine ability, Solar Truefire, merging the power of both supernatural arts into 1.

In the blink of an eye, billions of dazzling golden sword lights surged forth, like a celestial river forged from countless suns transforming into divine blades that descended upon the world. Carrying the overwhelming power of pure yang, they drowned all existence in a cataclysmic deluge.

The Solar True Fire, a force of pure yang inherently capable of suppressing demonic artifacts, was now channeled through a peerless sword art of unparalleled offensive might. Its lethality against demonic cultivators surged not merely by severalfold, but exponentially.

In the mere blink of an eye, over a 100 Golden Core evil spirits were reduced to calamity ashes by countless golden sword rays.

Even the 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure) was riddled with gaping holes, as streams of Solar True Flame spread across the treasure map and reduced it to ashes.

Great Ascension Divine Art.

Everyone was inwardly astounded, realizing that after merging the Solar True Flame with the Light-Splitting Nascent Soul Sword Art, Eldrin had gained profound new insights into this great divine ability. He had cultivated it to the realm of a perfected divine art.

This was not merely a Grand Ascension divine ability, but an entirely new Great Divine Ability of the Pure Yang Sword Dao.

Only the might of a Mahayana-level divine art could destroy a fifth-rank, superior-grade demonic treasure by exploiting its elemental weakness.

"Ah, my magic treasure."

A superior-grade demonic treasure was shattered, drawing a pained roar from the Ancient Fiend of Black Malice.

He let out a piercing shriek, his face twisted with savage killing intent as he glared at Eldrin, roaring, "This old man will see you dead!"

As the Dark Fiend Elder's voice fell, he raised his hand and summoned a black demonic cone. Forged from Netherghost Profound Iron, this artifact had astonishingly reached the Upper Grade of Tier 5.

This Netherghost Demon Awl was the bane of defensive treasures and protective auras. Common fifth-rank spirit treasures and major defensive supernatural powers would likely prove insufficient to withstand it.

Not only that, he also compelled the White Bone Urn of 5 Demons (Magic Treasure) to descend upon Eldrin (Person Name), suppressing him with its vessel.

Caught between 2 converging assaults, the Earth-Sovereign Bell was instantly sent flying, causing Eldrin to cough up blood from the corner of his mouth as he suffered minor internal injuries.

Seeing the treasure hammer was about to strike again, Eldrin prepared to activate the Yin-Yang Void Mirror to teleport away.

However, Lila was right beside her and immediately activated the Frost Soul Condensing Jade Pagoda, using the superior spiritual treasure’s body to block the strike.

"Damn it."

Seeing the Black Fiend Ancestor poised to strike again, Magnus the Virtuous Lord finally erupted in fury, his face darkening.

"Do you truly take me for a nonentity?"

Magnus the Virtuous Lord erupted with Nascent Soul Qi, elevating his cultivation to the Great Perfection Realm of the Nascent Soul stage. With a thunderous surge, he unleashed a divine technique of overwhelming grandeur.

Above the heavens, an immense wave of righteous energy swept across the mountains and rivers. Like an endless tide of pure aura, it descended with crushing force, driving the Black Fiend Old Demon to retreat while coughing blood.

At the critical moment, the Black Fiend Elder Demon summoned a crimson cloud, finally blocking the attack from Magnus the Virtuous Lord.

"It is the Myriad Souls Blood Cloud."

"Yan Zi Ji’s face paled with shock," she exclaimed, recognizing the origin of this seventh Demonic Treasure.

The Myriad Souls Blood Cloud was refined from the essence blood of countless mortals and cultivators, infused with Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) and the cloud qi of the 9 heavens. When unfurled, it repels all spells, making it the supreme defensive demonic treasure.

Judging by the sheer volume of this Blood Cloud of 10 1000 Spirits, the mortal blood consumed in its refinement could likely fill several great lakes. Countless hundreds of millions of mortals must have perished for this creation—no wonder Lady Yan Ziji’s composure momentarily fractured.

"Clang—"

Lyra brandished her immortal sword, striking down the female demon lord before her. With an icy gaze, she declared, "The Black Fiend Ancient Demon possesses countless demonic treasures, and the Demon Spring provides him with an endless supply of magical power."

"Magnus the Virtuous Lord alone may find it difficult to slay him. Let us swiftly eliminate this formidable foe, then lend our aid to the True Lord."

"Very well."

The crowd nodded repeatedly, continuously urging their divine abilities and magical treasures to strike down. Chapter 1 The sky was filled with a dazzling rain of swords, each blade radiating a chilling gleam. The young man stood with his hands behind his back, his expression calm as he spoke lightly, "A mere trifle." Chapter 2 The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss transformed into a streak of crimson light, piercing through the clouds with unstoppable force. Eldrin's eyes flickered with a complex light as he murmured, "So it has come to this after all..." Chapter 3 The 9 Revolutions Soul Condensation Pill emitted a crystalline glow, its surface swirling with spiritual patterns. Jiang Yunge carefully counted, "30-2 1000 spirit stones—not a single 1 less." Chapter 4 For thousands of years, countless cultivators have pursued the pinnacle of the Great Dao, yet only a mere handful have ascended. The white-bearded elder sighed deeply, "The path of cultivation is indeed fraught with endless hardships." Chapter 5 A dozen or so disciples knelt in unison, their voices trembling, "We beg the Sect Master to show mercy!" The hall fell into a deathly silence, with only the flickering candlelight casting shifting shadows. Chapter 6 The heavenly tribulation clouds churned and gathered, purple lightning snakes dancing wildly within them. Su Rong’s expression was resolute as she formed hand seals with both hands, "This tribulation... I will transcend it without fail!" Chapter 7 Over a 100 sword rays intertwined into an impenetrable net, sealing off all escape routes. The black-robed man let out a cold laugh, "Do you really think you can trap me with just this?" Chapter 8 The ancient jade slip recorded a cultivation method from nearly a 1000 years ago, its text obscure and profound. The young man’s eyes gradually lit up, "So this is the long-lost Supreme Profound Art!" Chapter 9 1 100 years had passed. The peach blossom forest remained as vibrant as ever, but the 1 who had once admired the flowers together was no longer there. A faint, almost imperceptible sigh drifted on the wind. Chapter 10 20-some Foundation Establishment cultivators formed a grand formation, their spiritual power converging into a colossal light pillar. The formation master shouted loudly, "The time has come—activate the formation!"

Though the few demonic leaders and the remaining female demonic cultivators possessed formidable strength, they could not withstand the besieging forces. 1 by 1, they were cornered and slain within the void.

"Damn it."

Watching his subordinates being slain 1 after another, Old Fiend Black Fiend finally revealed a look of fear.

Though his strength was extraordinary, it largely relied on the power of the Demonic Spring and multiple demonic treasures. Now that both the 100 Ghosts Scroll (Magic Treasure) and the Bone-White Urn of 5 Demons (Magic Treasure) had been destroyed, he could hardly withstand the combined assault of the crowd.

At this thought, he immediately withdrew into the 10 1000 Souls Blood Cloud (Demonic Artifact). Relying on several demonic treasures and the blood cloud’s protection, he continuously fended off the assaults of the crowd, determined to hold out until the Mountain-Protecting Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) was restored.

Eldrin and his companions launched relentless assaults, yet soon realized their methods were insufficient to breach the 10 1000 Spirits Blood Cloud. Meanwhile, Magnus the Virtuous Lord found himself barely held at bay by the Elder Demon of Black Malice, who desperately wielded several demonic artifacts in a precarious defense.

Seeing that the crowd could not breach his defenses, the Black Fiend Old Demon cackled sinisterly, "Keke, since you cannot kill this venerable 1 today, I shall hunt you down 1 by 1 in the future and refine each of you into demonic servants beneath my throne."

"Is that so?"

Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name)'s voice turned icy as he seized the fleeting moment to strike with full force.

In but an instant, a dazzlingly brilliant light descended from the heavens—a golden radiance so intense it seemed to outshine all else.

It was as if a sun had fallen from the 9 Heavens Above, descending with the power to annihilate heaven and earth as it crashed toward the 10 1000 Spirits Blood Cloud.

"This is..."

Black Fiend Ancestor's expression shifted dramatically, revealing a look of utter despair.

And across from him, Magnus the Virtuous Lord (Person Name) murmured with serene composure, "Between heaven and earth flows the noble righteous energy, and the source of all this righteousness is the great sun of the 9 Heavens Above (Time & Distance)."

"This divine art was conceived by me not long ago. It is called ‘Vast Sun Cleansing Heaven and Earth,’ also known as Grand Divine Art: 9 Heavens Starfall (Cultivation Art)."

Chapter 1 The biting mountain wind swept across the cliffside, carrying with it the scent of pine and damp earth. Lin Feng stood at the precipice, his tattered grey robes whipping violently around his thin frame. 1 100 years had passed since he first arrived at the Remote Heaven Sect, yet his cultivation remained stagnant at the third layer of Qi Refining—a laughable level for an inner court disciple. "30-2 1000 spirit stones," he murmured, his knuckles whitening as he gripped the cold, rough stone edge of the cliff. That was the exact amount he had squandered on countless cultivation resources over the past decade, all for naught. His fellow disciples, those who had entered the sect alongside him, had long since surpassed him. Some had reached Foundation Establishment, while others had become Core Formation experts, their names echoing throughout the cultivation world. A bitter smile touched his lips as he recalled the sneers and pitying glances. "Waste of the sect's resources," they whispered. "The Remote Heaven Sect's greatest shame." Suddenly, a searing pain erupted in his dantian, so intense it nearly drove him to his knees. It was the same mysterious agony that had plagued him every night for the past 3 months, ever since that ill-fated expedition to the Fallen Star Abyss. Gritting his teeth, he endured the torment, his mind racing. Could it be... the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss? The ancient artifact he had accidentally bonded with in the depths of the abyss? Its fiery energy had been coursing through his meridians ever since, wild and untamable, yet somehow... familiar. "Lin Feng!" The voice, cold and sharp as a newly honed blade, cut through his thoughts. He turned to see Elder Ming Zhen approaching, his pristine white robes embroidered with silver cloud patterns, a stark contrast to Lin Feng's own worn garments. The elder's eyes, usually filled with disappointment, now held a glint of something else—impatience, perhaps even... suspicion? "The sect leader summons you," Ming Zhen said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Do not keep him waiting." Lin Feng bowed slightly, his heart pounding. What could the sect leader want with him now? Had they discovered the secret of the Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss? Or was it finally time to formally expel him from the sect? As he followed the elder, the mysterious energy within his dantian surged again, hotter than before. This time, however, it didn't feel entirely like pain. It felt like... power. A dormant, immense power waiting to be unleashed. A dozen or so disciples paused their morning drills to watch him pass, their whispers like needles against his skin. "Look, it's the waste," 1 of them muttered, not bothering to lower his voice. Lin Feng kept his head high, his gaze fixed ahead. For thousands of years, countless cultivators had sought the path to immortality, and countless had fallen. He would not be 1 of them. Not anymore. The game was just beginning.