Chapter 613: Northern Plains Dragon Qi Scatters Across the Wilds, Dragons and Serpents Rise to Power

Six Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun rode the power of space to tear through the void, flying across the Northern Plains sky at extreme speed.

They concealed nothing, their pressure sweeping out for dozens of li, grand and imperious, like sovereigns inspecting their own domains, causing all demons and monsters to retreat three measures.

"From the divine souls of these juniors, we learned that the Golden Dragon Celestial Sign occurred seventeen days ago."

"From here to General General Heishi's court, it takes about six days. There are no teleportation arrays to borrow, so these six days cannot be skipped."

Zhenjun Gui Fu Master Dinghai Zhenjun explained to everyone.

Although General General Heishi's court was the holy land and center of the General Heishi mortals, its status was not particularly important. Its spiritual veins were only second-rank, heavenly materials and earthly treasures were scarce, and there were no important figures, so naturally no one would go to great lengths to lay down a teleportation array.

The reason Master Dinghai Zhenjun from other regions could arrive to support so quickly was mainly by borrowing the high-standard long-distance teleportation arrays built by the Zhengmo Alliance in various places.

"Obtaining dragon qi through the Heaven Sacrifice requires one month."

Zhenjun Gui Fu Master Dinghai Zhenjun said coldly: "We have seven days to slay these fleeing slaves like Jin Jin Yuzhen, and we can also refine their divine souls into six Yin Fire Soul Banners, sending their heads to the four corners to intimidate these scattered cultivators a little."

It could be seen that his contempt for Jin Dan cultivators like Jin Jin Yuzhen came from the bottom of his heart.

The facts were indeed so.

With the military formations that Jin Jin Yuzhen and others had prepared over many years, paying a large number of casualties, it was possible to resist an early-stage Nascent Soul cultivator for one month, thereby obtaining the recognition of the Northern Plains dragon qi.

But now...

Six Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and most of them were mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators, sect masters, with numerous Nascent Soul treasures, their strength overwhelming.

"Indeed."

Bingxuedian's ice-mountain beauty Bingyu Master Dinghai Zhenjun nodded: "This batch of people led by Jin Jin Yuzhen can be considered top-tier among scattered cultivators. Their talent and gifts are stronger than many of our direct-line juniors. In the past, they hid and scattered in all directions, not easily showing themselves, and had fortuitous encounters, making tracking spells difficult to work. Usually, capturing and killing them was not easy."

"Now, they are seeking their own deaths by gathering together. If we kill all of them, the rise of scattered cultivators' fortune might be delayed by a hundred years or more."

"In one or two hundred years, the new Jin Dan cultivators of our families will have grown up."

The other Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun's expressions eased slightly.

This was the rare good news heard recently.

The only pity was that scattered cultivators were only a minor ailment. The Dari Sect and the Dari Sword Sect were the main opponents shaking the Northern Plains hegemony, and currently there was no hope of eliminating them, so it had to be left for the future.

The Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun tore open space to travel, and six days passed in a flash.

On the horizon, one could already see the solemn and heavy Jin Chong Guang, as well as the many fluttering banners on the Heaven Sacrifice altar, and below, the large number of Jin Dan and Foundation Establishment cultivators whose expressions gradually turned to terror.

Jin Jin Yuzhen, surrounded by everyone in the center, saw so many Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun appearing at once, and his last sliver of hope sank to the bottom.

"Still no good?"

Among the several hundred thousand Blood King Army cultivators, many sighed softly.

Their magic power and divine sense poured entirely into the blood banner formation instruments before them, and a tragic baleful aura emerged along with the formation patterns.

A moment later, a blood river was born within the encircling formation patterns, its aura instantly surpassing the Jin Dan limit and stepping into the Nascent Soul realm, enough to make Nascent Soul cultivators feel a major crisis.

"Lowly cultivators, stealing our Northern Plains dragon qi."

Zhenjun Gui Fu Master Dinghai Zhenjun said with disgust.

Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Zhenjun He Huan Master Dinghai Zhenjun, and other Nascent Soul cultivators each spread their law domains, sealing off the four directions, locking down space, preventing anyone from using secret treasures to tear open space and escape.

Although facing a group of Jin Dan juniors,

not a single Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun was careless or contemptuous. Every tactical move was absolutely standard, with tacit cooperation, enough even to deal with the same number of Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun.

These cultivators had lived far too long, enough to overcome many human weaknesses.

"Everyone, follow me and kill!"

Jin Jin Yuzhen had already completely calmed down.

This was the fate of provoking the Northern Plains families as a scattered cultivator. Being surrounded was one thing, but being surrounded by higher-realm cultivators—no one talked about fairness.

He did not know why Zhenjun Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun had not come.

Originally, according to the pre-conceived plan, he should have fought Zhenjun Shen Ya Master Dinghai Zhenjun for a while, forced him back, and only then would the latter lead the other Nascent Soul Master Dinghai Zhenjun to appear.

But it didn't matter, it was all the same.

This was the price!

The price that the first to raise an army had to pay, and also the price of receiving much investment from the Dari Sect, inescapable.

"Kill!"

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Several hundred thousand cultivators roared in unison, killing intent filling the wilds, baleful aura surging skyward.

No one begged for mercy, no one surrendered or wavered.

Because everyone knew it was useless. In ten thousand years, no rebellious uprising force had ever received forgiveness.

Never, not a single one!

Every single one suffered the most tragic torment, then with endless pain their souls scattered and dispersed, never to be reborn for eternity.

"Kill!"

The surging baleful aura and military qi gathered under Jin Jin Yuzhen's banner. He waved it with a wild shout, as if lifting a Taishan, manipulating the blood river condensed into substance in the sky, carrying a thick smell of blood to charge at the six Master Dinghai Zhenjun before him, wanting to bloom with radiance once before death.

"Treacherous rebels, deserve death!"

Zhenjun Gui Fu Master Dinghai Zhenjun looked at these ants with disgust, took out a black axe brimming with law and order from his sleeve, tossed it casually. The Zhenjun Gui Fu Axe swelled to the size of Shanfeng and smashed down to meet the blood river.

Before the blood river and iron axe made contact, the law domains of both sides collided first. The blood river's domain twisted and deformed under the squeezing of the law-and-order domain, then shattered, no longer able to freely mobilize the world's spiritual energy from outside.

The Shanfeng-sized black axe, meanwhile, saw its momentum surge violently and smashed hard onto the blood river's seven-inch point.

Boom!

A heaven-shaking rumble was heard. Space shattered, black fissures tearing open everywhere, the world's spiritual energy churning and churning unbearably, the burst of spiritual light visible clearly within several hundred li.

"Puh!"

After a head-on collision with a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, Jin Jin Yuzhen and others all spat fresh blood simultaneously, their auras withered unbearably. Many of the blood banner formation instruments they had nurtured for years shattered in large numbers. Several ten-thousand Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators were shaken into a mass of dust by external force, the formation patterns hazy and transparent, the domain broken and tattered.

No match!

Absolutely impossible to match!

Even though this Gui Fu Master Dinghai Zhenjun had displayed not the slightest trace of array techniques, purely overwhelming them with brute force, a single strike still shattered the painstaking efforts of their hundreds of years into utter ruin.

At the same moment, Bing Yu Master Dinghai Zhenjun, He Huan Master Dinghai Zhenjun, Tian Hua Master Dinghai Zhenjun and other cultivators also struck together; all manner of terrifying Nascent Soul treasures tore across the sky and descended at once.

These methods would have been sufficient to lay siege to a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator — meticulous and thorough, not a single person remarked that facing a junior with such gravity was laughable.

"It's over."

"My Dao path…"

Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun sank into sorrow, closed his eyes; a thread of clear tears at the corners slid down at some unknown moment, filled with boundless regret at no longer being able to glimpse Gao De Jing Gao Jie.

Roar!

Just at this moment, boundless majestic Jin Chong Guang descended once more; a golden dragon roared in the sky, transformed into a streak of light and surged into Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun's brow, leaving upon it a faintly visible golden dragon mark.

A faint web of karmic Jin Chong Guang law draped over their bodies, gradually shrinking, sweeping past every person, finally settling upon Dong Xue Dong Xue Liuyun, becoming a blood python robe, and atop his head condensing into a six-tasseled crown.

"Fortune?"

"Wang Ting fortune?!!"

Gui Fu Master Dinghai Zhenjun roared out, his eyeballs nearly popping from their sockets, unable to believe as he shouted: "There's clearly still seven days until the month is up — how could it be early? How could it possibly be early?!"

At the same moment, an irrepressible terror rose within their hearts.

It was an instinct.

It told them clearly: interference with the Wang Ting battle was not permitted, or disaster would surely follow — every participating Nascent Soul cultivator would die, without exception.

This kind of karmic art would bind the cultivators of the Northern Plains families even more terribly.

(End of chapter)