Chapter 882: The Human Race, Where Internal Strife is Common

Dark clouds gathered thick, lightning flashed, and thunder roared.

A funnel-shaped vortex of spiritual energy connected heaven and earth; wild winds raged, sending sand and stones flying, while the sky turned a gloomy dark.

It continued for eight days straight before the spiritual energy vortex finally halted.

"One, two, three... ten breaths."

Jiang Ding concealed his form, silently counting the time in his heart, as a hint of killing intent gradually rose in his eyes: "Very good. The dark clouds remain. His Dao heart can be called resilient, and his foundation of magic power is at an acceptable level."

The patches of dark clouds crackled, drawing endless spiritual energy from heaven and earth toward them; the Lei Chong Guang grew ever more dense, dazzling and eye-catching.

Within a radius of dozens of kilometers, countless beasts lay prostrate, trembling and shivering, every single hair standing on end.

The heavenly and earthly pressure was still gathering.

"There is a sliver of hope!"

The old cultivator with white eyebrows gasped, leaped into the air, and swiftly arrived near the Fire Flame Peak; pressure radiated outward, intimidating any who intended to cause trouble in the surroundings.

"Senior brother."

Zhou Zhou Sanyan came to his side and sighed: "My clan nephew has always been extreme and narrow-minded; in terms of mental fortitude, he is not as broad-minded and generous as your disciple. Yet, I never expected him to overcome the Heart Demon Tribulation."

"The Way of Heaven is unpredictable; no one can fathom it."

Two massive auras arrived in an instant.

"Twice in a single day, the heavenly phenomenon of forming a Jin Dan. Your sect truly produces talents one after another, leaving me, your humble servant, filled with envy."

With a voice full of smiles, Princess Princess Chiyan, the Fox King, appeared; as she walked with lotus-like steps, her figure swayed with undulating curves, making it impossible for eyes not to be drawn to her, sticking fast to her form.

"This is what makes the human race most detestable."

The Great King Kong Que's pupils were bright, surrounded by five-colored light; looking at something, he transmitted a voice to the Fox King beside him, speaking coldly: "In just two hundred years, his aptitude is nothing special, yet he can still assault the bottleneck of the third stage. One cannot say he has no hope."

"For my own kind, it takes a very long time, and only those with top-tier bloodline aptitude have a chance."

Princess Princess Chiyan nodded slightly.

"Your Majesty is joking."

The old cultivator with white eyebrows smiled: "These two disciples of mine only had a one-in-ten-thousand chance. How could they compare to the demon race's astonishing bloodline aptitude, their long lifespans, and their innate divine abilities? The possibility of them advancing to become Great Demons is greater than that of any single disciple in our sect."

Amidst the polite exchanges.

The great formation of the Xiang Qiyu Sect silently activated, ready to unleash a shocking strike at any moment.

"We must also pay a little attention to the direction of Jin Lingshan."

Zhou Zhou Sanyan transmitted a voice, speaking quietly.

The old cultivator with white eyebrows nodded.

Several hours later.

The spiritual energy from heaven and earth surging within the dark clouds had reached a limit; electric sparks crackled densely, and terrible heavenly majesty manifested. All Jin Dan cultivators and Great Demons held their breath, daring not to release even the slightest aura.

"Come on!"

Beneath the Lei Ting, Zhou Kun's dragon eyes were blood-red; pressing forward without retreat, he roared: "He cannot kill me; I will certainly kill him. Heaven, you are no different!"

Crack!

A bolt of lightning descended.

It cleaved through everything, smashing a supreme-grade magical artifact shield to pieces, then smashing a supreme-grade treasure pearl shimmering with flame light, before striking straight down upon his body, shattering flesh and bones, leaving everything charred and black.

Faintly, a weak crackling sound was heard.

The dark clouds dispersed.

Silence reigned, without a sound.

"He did not die."

"A False Jin Dan!"

Jiang Ding silently sensed with sword intent covering a ten-kilometer radius, and a light flashed in his eyes.

"A False Jin Dan is a phenomenon where the formation of the Jin Dan is flawed; lifespan is four hundred years, the path is cut off, strength far surpasses that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, yet remains weaker than a Jin Dan cultivator."

"It is often seen during the condensation process of inferior-grade Jin Dan; the Jin Dan is flawed, magic power cannot undergo a complete qualitative transformation, and thus cannot trigger the qualitative transformation of the soul and spirit."

An invisible beam of light shifted, re-entering the formation of the Xiang Qiyu Sect, returning to Jin Lingshan, and putting away Armor-25.

"Will it appear?"

Jiang Ding connected his divine sense to the formation of Jin Lingshan and murmured to himself.

A long while passed.

The shadow on the ground stirred; charred debris fell away, revealing fresh, tender skin, and then a pair of blood-red pupils emerged, the gaze chillingly cold, as he spoke word by word: "Young one, did you ever imagine this day would come?"

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