Chapter 354: Where is the Dao of Annihilation?

The falling corpse of the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor paused, then slowly rose, coming to rest before him.

Beneath the black robe, the originally semi-transparent skin turned completely transparent, revealing every single dark bone inside with perfect clarity; all internal organs were gone.

In the dantian sat a Golden Core shattered into two halves, now unable to escape, leaking astonishingly pure spiritual energy.

"A ruthless person, they have transformed their own body into a nest of ghosts."

"They gained a considerable degree of life-saving ability, but... there is not the slightest hope for Nascent Soul anymore. With the five viscera and five qi incomplete, they are no longer a complete human; one wonders if they willingly gave up or simply never knew."

Jiang Ding muttered to himself.

With a casual wave, thirty-six sword qi blades erupted from his fingers, striking the corpse of the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor, slicing it into a sky full of fragments that scattered with the wind and vanished.

As long as one does not cultivate the body, the human cultivator's physique is quite fragile.

The Golden Core actually holds great value, but he dislikes it; those who eat people must die.

Only a pure black storage bag, a semi-transparent black banner the size of a palm, and a low-grade treasure bone shield remained, all collected.

Setting aside the storage bag and the treasure bone shield for the moment, Jiang Ding's divine sense surged into the semi-transparent black banner treasure, scanning it carefully.

"Wasting good resources!"

"Damn scum, a waste of space in the human world!"

Moments later, Jiang Ding opened his eyes, his gaze filled with extreme anger.

"This black banner treasure incorporated at least seven thousand kilograms of Kongming Crystal Copper, yet it remains only a mid-grade treasure; you have no right to waste it like this!"

"Adding the factor of the Fate-Binding Method, I can refine at most half of the Kongming Crystal Copper!"

"With your unsightly craftsmanship, how dare you use such high-end materials?!"

"Aaaaaah!"

"Never mind, I'll check later when I break open the storage bag to see if anything remains inside."

Jiang Ding, fuming, put away the black banner.

Actually, he wanted to look right now.

However, hundreds of kilometers away, a battle shaking heaven and earth raged, with spiritual light splashing everywhere; if he arrived any later, he feared he would only be collecting the corpses of the two Xiang Xiang Qiyu Golden Core cultivators.

In one step, he arrived at the place where the Four Great Ghost Kings had fallen, waving his hand to pick up the broken ghost-weapon giant axe, giant Yue, and giant spear, along with the only intact giant halberd; the yin energy was gloomy, and the moment they neared the skin, they felt bone-chillingly cold.

"Not bad, setting other things aside, the combined weight must be at least fifty or sixty thousand kilograms."

Cultivators who follow the army path are all quite wealthy.

The four ghost pearls were also picked up.

Fist-sized, crystal clear like jade, with yin energy contained within, not a trace leaking out; faintly visible inside were wisps of dark blue energy surging.

"Ghost pearls, the core of a Ghost King; not human, that's fine."

"For a cultivator of the yin attribute, the value is extremely high."

Jiang Ding nodded.

Clang!

A sword strike was unleashed, the Soul-Destroying Spirit-Erasing Technique!

Within a ten-kilometer radius, scorching blazing sun light swept through, annihilating all soul auras and cleansing all traces of living creature auras, returning the area to a state close to the original nature of heaven and earth.

On the ground, metal fragments and dust as fine as microscopic particles were collected, and the deep craters were smoothed over.

"That should be enough."

Jiang Ding slightly closed his eyes, using his sword intent and divine soul to scan the entire Dongling Prefecture without restraint, finding not a single trace of residual aura.

Inside the city, over ten thousand common people continued their labor, drinking tea, walking the streets, lighting fires to cook food; they were as if unaware of the violent explosions occurring in the sky, never looking up, and even proactively avoiding the sight and sealing their hearing.

Therefore, in their memories, the battle that just occurred did not exist.

"The common people's bodies are also fine; they were not affected."

"Just like that, let's go."

Jiang Ding's sword light wrapped around him, his body becoming transparent and hazy as he rushed toward the battlefield hundreds of kilometers away, silently pondering: "Logically, I only needed to tie up Princess Princess Chiyan; the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor and the Poison Corpse Ancestor were supposed to be Zhou Zhou Sanyan's responsibility to hold off."

"Although the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor has no hope for Nascent Soul, his strength is quite formidable for the mid-stage of the Golden Core; if I hadn't ambushed and severely injured him, I might have had to exert more effort to kill him."

"Zhou Zhou Sanyan facing both the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor and the Poison Corpse Ancestor alone has a significant chance of dying in battle."

"Now the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor is dead."

"Although the main reason was that his clone threatened me, and the Kongming Crystal Copper... but that doesn't matter; what matters is the result: I have reduced the battlefield pressure on Zhou Zhou Sanyan."

"Hmm, the debt regarding the Lanshan Spirit Mine, along with past favors, has been repaid."

The same item, given at a different time to a different person, carries a different weight of favor.

If Jiang Ding had already formed his Golden Core, others giving him a third-grade spirit mine might not even be accepted; even if accepted, he wouldn't care much, and it would be impossible to make him owe a favor.

But Zhou Zhou Sanyan is different.

When he was still in the Foundation Establishment stage, receiving such a grand gift, he has always kept it in mind; it was also one of the reasons he decided to kill the Hundred Ghosts Ancestor first.

Although he was concealing his form and aura, he possessed a high-grade treasure, the Electromagnetic Spirit-Hiding Robe, which sealed most of its abilities, plus his own "Electromagnetic Light Wave Form-Hiding and Breath-Concealing Technique" and "Small Yuan Magnetic Escape Technique," both nearing great perfection.

Moving at extreme speed, he arrived at the battlefield before long.

Treasures and flames crisscrossed the sky.

The sounds of explosions and roars never ceased in his ears.

The forests and rivers below were shattered again and again; lava covered the ground, thick green smoke filled the air, and the living creatures within had long since perished completely.

"Where is the Dao of Annihilation?!"

Mu Mu Tianxue transformed into a river of blood, wielding a crescent moon blood blade far larger than herself; the terrifying aura of the late-stage Golden Core radiated in all directions, her momentum imposing and mighty.

Yet at this moment, she was fleeing in a disheveled manner beneath a rain of golden spears imbued with an aura of destruction; with even the slightest failure to dodge, a golden spear piercing the blood river would instantly cause a large nearby section to dim, its vivid red turning into lifeless brown as it fell from the sky.

There was not a shred of the immortal and undying aura of the Blood Dao.

This is a part of her blood Dao body!

After several such instances, her aura kept declining.

If not for the Bai Mei old cultivator facing Princess Princess Chiyan's fox king, who kept most of his attention on her side and from time to time slammed over a damaged stone tablet flashing with the seven-colored spiritual light of metal, wood, water, fire, earth, wind, and thunder, smashing through a large swath of Jin Mao, she would have had to flee in disarray by now.

Both being late-stage Jin Dan,

a late-stage Jin Dan of Liu Dao Sect was far stronger than her.

By contrast, Zhou Zhou Sanyan had it much easier.

A Huo Yan Shan Fa treasure blazed with fierce flames, pressing the Poison Zombie Ancestor in combat, descending from time to time to turn swathes of zombie corpses into ash; even the Poison Zombie Ancestor's natal poison corpse was heavily damaged, completely unable to match him.

But killing him would still take some time.

Only, Mu Mu Tianxue looked like she could not hold on much longer.

"Wretched slave!"

Tian Kuang Dao Ren's face was overcast.

He sat upright on a Jin Chong Guang-flashing three-legged bronze-armored war chariot, three rune-inscribed Jin Mao strapped to his back, their aura perfectly fused with the war chariot beneath him — an extremely rare matched set of upper-grade Dharma treasures.

Every time the rune-inscribed Jin Mao struck out, they could annihilate large swathes of Mu Mu Tianxue's blood river, her aura rapidly declining.

On his chest, a faintly blood-colored hole was clearly visible — he had been successfully ambushed and suffered no light an injury.

Although he had taken some precautions,

he had never imagined that a mere foreign-surnamed slave girl being a bit arrogant was one thing, but that she would actually dare collude with outsiders to ambush a Jin Dan of the Yin clan!

The backdoor in the Gong Fa was useless!

In the Yuan Xiu Xian Gao Jie of the northern plains, this was terrifying to hear of — no one knew how many years it had been since such a thing last happened.

"Wretched slave, you shall die without a doubt."

Tian Kuang Dao Ren gradually calmed down.

"Your divine soul shall be burned atop the great hall of the sect for three hundred years, your divine soul utterly destroyed, never to enter reincarnation for eternity. Liu Dao Sect has more than enough spells to make you wail in agony and regret the decision you made today."

Mu Mu Tianxue's heart instinctively chilled.

She had some premonition of Liu Dao Sect's punishment spells — they were absolutely not something a cultivator could endure through sheer will.

"Destroy Dao Man!"

Mu Mu Tianxue's eyes were full of killing intent, chillingly cold, and she said nothing more.

But everyone knew what she meant.

The situation was hopeless,

she was preparing to flee — even if the remaining Huaxue Yu clan was slaughtered and her clansmen's divine souls wailed in agony for a hundred years before dying, she no longer cared.

Clang!

A sword cry, from over a hundred kilometers away, transmitted here through a spell.

And then,

a faint trace of Kong Que's demon king aura,

the aura of a fire-red jade umbrella covered in scratches,

and the image of the demon kingdom's palace turning into molten lava in raging flames, with hundreds of thousands of demon cultivators wailing, were likewise transmitted here.

"It's you!"

"The thief who slaughtered my sisters and massacred my demon kingdom!"

Princess Princess Chiyan's fox king's voice was shrill and Gao Ang, like weeping and lamenting; without hesitation she abandoned the Bai Mei old cultivator before her, her body transforming into a fire-red streak of escape light as she charged into the distance.

Tears of blood welled from her eyes,

the resentment within could not be washed clean even if all the waters of the five lakes and four seas were poured out.

"How cruel your heart is!"

"Those clanspeople, those demon children — how innocent they were — why couldn't you spare even them?!!"

(End of this chapter)