Chapter 835 Outside the Vermilion Bird Palace

Faced with such a predicament, the few of them were all racking their brains for a way to break the deadlock.

After a moment of contemplation, Magnus the Virtuous Lord finally spoke: "The Soul Transformation mighty ones in the inner circle represent the pinnacle of the Violet Realm. The true outcome will ultimately be determined by them."

"Our only recourse is to hold the 4 Symbols Star Palace Archipelago, lending some measure of support to the Zhou Tian Star Formation. This is the greatest assistance we can offer them."

"So be it."

The master of the Flying Feather Pavilion also nodded, his expression revealing a touch of solemnity.

In just a few short days, hundreds of demonic vessels crossed the skies and charged straight to the gates of the Vermilion Bird Star Palace.

Upon the pitch-black fleet of demonic vessels, numerous Outer Demons stood tall, resembling a host of demonic gods navigating the ships.

Just then, a celestial demon with wings sprouting from its back opened its eyes, its gaze icy as it spoke, "Everyone, ahead lies the Vermilion Bird Star Palace. Who shall take the vanguard?"

The horde of heavenly demons made no move to attack. Only 1 of them chuckled and said, "We heard that you were slain at the 4 Symbols Star Palace a 1000 years ago, Brother Demon Dragon. Surely you won't pass up the chance to test your skills today?"

The 9 Netherwyrm Emperor's eyes glinted coldly, yet he spoke moments later: "Very well. I've been meaning to see if old acquaintances from bygone days still remain!"

As the words of the Netherworld Demonic Dragon Emperor faded, the Demonic Dragon Reversal Halberd in his hand tore through the sky like a true dragon unleashed. With force capable of sweeping away all obstacles, it carved a path through the cosmos as it descended toward the Vermilion Bird Star Palace.

"Wretched beast, how dare you!"

At that very moment, an angry rebuke echoed through the void.

In that fleeting moment, the Ocean-Calming Divine Pearl traversed the void, intercepting the earth-shattering Demon Dragon’s Reverse World Halberd.

"It's you!"

Seeing that it was Maris the Sea Steader who had made a move, the 9 Nether Demon Dragon Emperor’s expression shifted sharply. With overwhelming killing intent, he brandished his celestial spear and engaged in fierce combat with the Lord of Calm Seas.

1 was a true dragon fallen into the 9 Serenities, the other the renowned Pure Yang Dao Lord of the Eastern Wastelands. From the very first clash, they shook heaven and earth.

1 Pure Yang spiritual treasure after another clashed with Pure Yang divine abilities. In the blink of an eye, they had already exchanged over 30 moves, yet remarkably, neither side could gain the upper hand.

"It seems Brother Demon Dragon still cannot subdue him."

Just then, the sky demon with wings sprouting from its back sneered coldly and declared, "Let us make our move as well. Should we delay the battle and incur the wrath of the Demon God, none of us can bear such consequences."

"Clang—"

As the demon's voice faded, the sharp ring of a sword echoed through the air.

But then, a tall and slender man made his move. In the blink of an eye, he summoned a blood-black demonic sword and swung it straight toward Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name).

This demon was known as the Blood Soul Celestial Demon. The demonic sword he summoned was named the Demonic Fiend Qi (Spiritual Root) Soul-Slaying Sword, with a grade as high as mid sixth-tier. He ranked among the top 3 most powerful of the 8 Primordial Spirit Celestial Demons.

Such an underhanded ambush would never be allowed to succeed by the alliance of the 3 immortal lineages. Thus, Haoran Daojun immediately took action, summoning the Haoran Heavenly Sword to engage in fierce combat.

The winged Heavenly Demon sneered coldly at the sight. "A single Vermilion Bird Star Palace already harbors 2 top-tier Primordial Spirit, Early Stage (Cultivation Realm) cultivators. It seems this venerable 1 has not come in vain."

As his voice fell, he summoned a thunder-wreathed iron rod and charged at the Daoist Lord of Vast Virtue to join the assault.

In that fleeting instant, the great battle erupted in full fury. 8 Outer Demons soared into the sky, poised to besiege the 2.

Seeing this, the Master of Feiyu Pavilion, Qing Ji, and Lyra (Person Name) had no choice but to join the fray together. However, they soon realized they were outnumbered after crossing blows, gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

Seeing the situation turning dire, the Master of Feiyu Pavilion immediately declared, "The Star Dominion Array has sealed the void. Fighting to the death here would be unwise—let us retreat into the formation and defend."

"Excellent!"

Haoran Daojun (Person Name) made a snap decision and swiftly led the group back into the protective formation.

With 5 Divine Soul combatants standing guard, bolstered by the power of the Vermilion Bird Star Palace Formation, they could at least hold off the extraterrestrial demons for a time.

However, this could only temporarily slow the footsteps of the Outer Realm Demon God. Seeing everyone retreat into the formation, the Blood Soul Celestial Demon declared coldly, "Since they insist on hiding within the formation, we shall shatter its very core."

The Bloodfiend Celestial Demon spoke thus, suggesting they leave a few Primordial Spirit Demons to guard the captives while dispatching the main army to systematically dismantle the formation's core nodes.

But the 9 Serenities Devil Dragon Emperor had run out of patience. A flicker of murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he declared, "No need for such trouble. I have brought the Earth-Shattering Talisman with me."

"Oh?"

The demons were momentarily taken aback before revealing faint smiles of delight.

The Earth-Shattering Talisman was a sixth-rank, superior-grade Pure Yang treasure talisman. Its power was sufficient to easily breach a sixth-rank mountain-protecting grand formation, let alone shatter the defensive array of the Vermilion Bird Star Palace.

However, this object is a supreme treasure even for Nascent Soul demonic cultivators. Ordinary cultivators at the early or middle Nascent Soul stage could never obtain it. Who would have thought the 9 Nether Demon Dragon Emperor would be capable of producing such an item.

The winged heavenly demon’s face lit up with delight, and he immediately spoke, “Then I beseech you, Dao Brother, to swiftly take action and dismantle the formation here.”

"Just watch."

The 9 Serenities Demon Dragon Emperor’s voice fell as he immediately summoned an incandescently brilliant treasure talisman and hurled it toward the archipelagos of the Vermilion Bird Star Palace.

Thus, when this supreme treasure of the sixth-tier, superior-grade was unleashed at full force, its might naturally shook the heavens and the earth.

In the blink of an eye, the entire Vermilion Bird Star Palace archipelago trembled violently as colossal tidal waves surged to engulf heaven and earth.

In an instant, hundreds of spirit islands sank beneath the waves, while countless more suffered devastating damage. The grand defensive formation of the Vermilion Bird Star Palace Archipelago saw its power drastically diminished.

"Damn it!"

Seeing the formation's radiance dim, Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) paled drastically. After enduring that strike, the Vermilion Bird Grand Formation's power had diminished by 70 to 80 percent, clearly no longer capable of resisting the onslaught of the Outer Realm Demons.

Witnessing this, the 9 Nether Dragon Emperor immediately summoned the Demon Dragon's Reverse World Halberd, cleaving the formation's power apart with a single strike before charging toward Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name).

"Die, human!"

Boom—

The grand formation erupted once more, plunging the world into celestial turmoil as heaven and earth whirled in chaotic collapse.

The 5 cultivators, including Lyra (Person Name), stood against 8 Astral Demons. Lyra (Person Name) even summoned her Second Spirit to join the fray, yet they ultimately found themselves at a disadvantage.

The great battle raged on for 3 full days. Facing the siege of 2 formidable foes, Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) ultimately could no longer hold his ground. He was struck with devastating force and sent flying through the air.

"The outcome is already decided!"

Seeing that they were no match for the Outer Realm Demon God, Maris the Sea Steader (Person Name) forcibly channeled the Sea-Calming Secret Power, using the Sea-Calming Divine Pearl to churn the waters of the Eastern Sea against the formidable foe. He then roared, "Go now! I’ll hold the rear!"

"Trying to run? It's not that easy!"

The winged heavenly demon sneered coldly, summoning a thunderous iron rod that struck horizontally. The Sea-Calming Pearls were sent flying from the impact as the blow charged straight toward Maris the Sea Steader’s vital gate.

Haoran Daojun (Person Name) stepped forward to stop them, his expression grave as he addressed Qingji (Person Name) and the other: "Both of you possess the bearing of Banished Immortals. It would be a profound waste for you to perish here."

"Hasten back to the Eastern Wastelands (Location). I shall cover your retreat."

No!

A murderous glint flashed in Lyra's eyes as she gripped the Celestial Ruins Immortal-Slaying Sword, its edge gleaming with lethal intent. She was prepared to slay an extraterrestrial demon god to turn the tides of battle.

Such a Pure Yang Immortal Sword in her hands proved no less formidable than a Nascent Soul Dao Lord, forcing a Nascent Soul Heavenly Demon into relentless retreat.

This maiden possesses such combat prowess before even breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm. Would she not become a second Eldrin(Person Name) in the future?

Chapter 1 The biting cold wind swept across the mountain peaks, carrying with it the scent of frost and decay. Lin Feng tightened his tattered robe, his fingers numb from the relentless chill. He had been stranded on this desolate peak for 3 days now, with nothing but a handful of dried rations and a waterskin to sustain him. "Just a dozen or so more steps," he muttered to himself, his breath forming misty clouds in the frigid air. "The cave should be right ahead." According to the ancient map he had risked his life to obtain, the hidden grotto of Elder Ming contained treasures beyond imagination—cultivation manuals, spirit stones, and perhaps even a legendary magic treasure. For a lowly outer sect disciple like Lin Feng, this was the opportunity of a lifetime. Suddenly, a faint blue glow caught his eye. Pushing aside the thick ice-covered vines, he discovered the entrance exactly where the map had indicated. The stone door was carved with intricate patterns that seemed to pulse with residual spiritual energy. Taking a deep breath, Lin Feng placed his palm against the cold stone. "By the blood of my ancestors, I seek passage," he recited the ancient formula from the map. The carvings began to shimmer, and the massive door slid open without a sound. The air that rushed out was warm and carried the faint fragrance of spiritual herbs—a stark contrast to the deadly cold outside. What greeted his eyes made him gasp. The cavern was vast, illuminated by glowing crystals embedded in the walls. Piles of spirit stones glittered in the soft light—he estimated there must be at least 50,000 of them. Dozens of jade slips containing cultivation techniques lay neatly arranged on stone shelves, while several exquisite porcelain bottles undoubtedly contained precious pills. But what truly captured his attention was the object floating at the center of the cavern—a sword wreathed in crimson flames, its blade seeming to contain flowing lava within. "The Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss," Lin Feng whispered in awe, recognizing the legendary weapon from ancient texts. As he reached for the sword, a powerful voice echoed through the cavern. "Who dares disturb my slumber?" A translucent figure materialized before him—an elderly man with wise eyes and a long beard, clad in daoist robes. The pressure emanating from this spiritual projection was overwhelming. "I am Elder Ming, guardian of this sanctuary," the figure declared. "To claim my inheritance, you must prove your worth." Lin Feng's heart raced. This was the moment that would determine his fate—would he remain an insignificant outer sect disciple, or would he rise to become a powerhouse capable of shaking the very foundations of the cultivation world?