Chapter 949: The Tushan True Person Descends Upon the Battlefield

In the desert wasteland, a line of snow appeared on the horizon.

That abruptly rising range of ice and snow far surpassed Yin-Yang Yuan Ci Jue Ling Mountain of the Six Paths Sect—it was a true near-heavenly place, radiating an inexplicable pressure that made one dare not speak loudly.

This was the sacred mountain of the Western Desert, revered by countless demonic races.

Thousands of years ago, the demonic races of the Western Desert flourished because of it, producing six great royal lineages in succession, with peak demonic lords generation after generation.

The demonic lords seized fourth-rank supreme spirit veins, kept tens of millions to billions of human slaves, and produced mountains and seas of spirit stones, elixirs, and magical treasures daily, along with countless exquisite delicacies to enhance cultivation—wealthy for thousands of years.

Now, change had come.

The Three Western Expeditionary Armies, a thousand radiant golden halls, nine-colored clouds, and one hundred thousand solar wheels forming a terrifying military formation slowly advanced toward this place; a cold, deadly aura spread outward, even seeming to suppress the bone-deep chill of the Great Snow Mountain Sacred Site.

“Advance!”

Hei Louxī muttered.

Everyone could feel her inner tension and excitement.

They were attacking a power led by a Soul Transformation True Person, seeking to annihilate it!

This left every human cultivator with a dry mouth and parched throat.

Desire and fear arose in their hearts, but under the operation of the formation, both transformed into furious, chilling killing intent, used to block Soul Transformation-level spiritual sense attacks.

Any qualified military formation must be competent in magical and magic treasure offense and defense, as well as spiritual sense and sword intent attacks and defenses.

This was the way of military formations, forged by the blood and sweat of countless generations of cultivators, with no weak point easily shattered.

The Three Expeditionary Armies spread across the sky, ignoring the ancient demonic prohibition against flight, descending upon the peak of the Great Snow Mountain.

They seized and gathered the celestial forces and spiritual energy flows within a thousand-kilometer radius, forming an overwhelming pressure that bore down.

Within the Great Snow Mountain, many demonic lords who had gathered here began to fear.

“Fifth-rank military formation!”

“Truly a Soul Transformation formation!”

“How is this possible? Only a few centuries ago, they were weak human vermin, lowly slaves!”

The chieftain of the Six-Tailed Fox Clan was a beautiful, mature woman who now bared her fangs and roared.

They could not believe that in merely a few centuries—less than half the lifespan of a single Golden Core cultivator—their enemy had grown to a height they could only look up to.

This should not be!

This is unreasonable!

Yet the overwhelming Soul Transformation formation pressure before them was undeniable, as were the destroyed ancestral lands of the Six Great Royal Clans.

The truth lay before them, crushing and hopeless.

No matter how fiercely the demonic races fought, bled, or burned their essence, they could never assemble a Soul Transformation formation!

Legends said that higher-bloodline demonic nobility might possess inherited formations capable of forming a Soul Transformation formation—but never as easily as humans could.

At least tenfold the cost would be required!

Hum!

At this moment, the Great Snow Mountain Sacred Site’s formation could no longer endure; with its runes glowing, vast crystals and snowflakes appeared in the heavens, falling gently and repelling the Three Expeditionary Armies’ formation field, forming a domain of ice crystals unique to the Great Snow Mountain.

Great Snow Mountain’s Mountain-Preserving Formation: Ice Soul Divine Light Array!

This was a fifth-rank array inherited from the Ice Phoenix bloodline, built over thousands of years at the cost of countless heavenly treasures, one of the ultimate foundations of the Great Snow Mountain Sacred Site.

“Victory!”

“Our Great Snow Mountain also has a great formation!”

“Lowly human slaves—this Lord shall exact revenge, cleanse this shame, and slaughter every human of the Northern Plain…”

Many demonic lords felt reassured.

Following the Emperor’s orders, they entered the formation nodes, their eyes blazing with fury as they coldly spoke.

But many spiritually acute demonic lords, like the Six-Tailed Fox Clan chieftain, felt a sudden chill.

The Great Snow Mountain’s Mountain-Preserving Array… seemed, perhaps, possibly… slightly weaker than any one of the Three Tushan Armies.

No, this must be an illusion!

The Six-Tailed Fox Clan chieftain immediately cut off the thought that had suddenly surfaced.

“Fifth-rank low-grade…”

Instantly, Hei Louxī of the Tushan Maidens, Master Xu Fang of the Great Sun Longsword Command, and Master Tianyang of the Hunyuan Fa Tian Command all brightened their gazes, instantly understanding much through their formation control.

Yet they did nothing—instead, they stepped back several paces, bowed deeply, their faces filled with reverent fervor.

“Welcome, True Person!”

“Welcome, Sword Heir!”

“Welcome, Master!”

A million human cultivators shouted in unison; their voices, amplified by the three Soul Transformation formations, spread over tens of thousands of kilometers, shaking the surrounding space and making clouds sway.

True Person?

Every demonic cultivator trembled, their eyes filled with endless hatred and killing intent as they stared at the place where the million humans bowed.

At the center of the three Soul Transformation formations, countless space runes spread, forming a hazy spatial gateway that gradually solidified into a visible, tangible portal.

A young man in blue robes, a long sword at his waist, stepped slowly out of the portal.

“Tushan…”

The eyes of many demonic lords instantly turned blood-red.

It was this man who had shattered their homelands, slaughtered countless clan members.

Had it not been for him, the Empire would now hold the entire Northern Plain, freely slaughtering and enslaving humans, with demonic lords rising generation after generation, wealth and glory overflowing, the clan’s legacy lasting ten thousand generations.

Had it not been for him, none of this would have fallen to such ruin!

The hatred of billions of demonic cultivators nearly took physical form—enough to spawn ghosts in an instant, enough to make Nascent Soul True Persons suffer nightmares and demonic obsessions they could not escape.

Yet to the True Person, it was like a spring breeze brushing past—meaningless.

Jiang Ding extended his spiritual sense and sword intent, scanning the surroundings, finally settling on the Great Snow Mountain’s formation, and shook his head slightly: “Fifth-rank low-grade array.”

“It seems demonic races truly are unsuited for this path.”

“Physical cultivation is far more fitting for you.”

“As for formations, talismans—these arts developed by post-birth beings—you use them and merely invite ridicule.”

As for arrays and talismans—these hundred arts developed by postnatal beings—you use them and only invite ridicule.

Demonic races rose through bloodline, and were bound by bloodline—forever unable to escape.

He had appeared here, before the Soul Transformation war erupted.

Because he did not need weaklings as shields to gain the first strike—he despised such things.

More importantly, here was his opponent—the one meant for him.

No one, friend or foe, for any reason, may claim his opponent.

This belongs to him!

Jing~

“Ice Plain True Person…”

Jiang Ding slowly drew the Taiqing Flying Sword.

He no longer looked at the fifth-rank low-grade Ice Soul Divine Light Array; his eyes revealed a network of blood-gold patterns as he gazed into its depths: “Ice Plain True Person, you have lived too long—long enough to bore me.”

He no longer looked at the Fifth-Rank Low-Grade Ice Soul Light Array; his eyes revealed a network of blood-gold patterns as he gazed into the array’s deepest core: “Ice Plain True Lord, you have lived too long—long enough to bore me.”

“Come out. Let me grant you death.”

A piercing cry suddenly filled the heavens.

“Tushan, you seek death!”

A magnificent ice crystal phoenix emerged from the mountain, transforming into a beam of freezing, all-encasing Ice Soul Divine Light, striking instantly.

A magnificent ice crystal phoenix emerged from the snow mountain, transforming into a freezing divine light that instantly struck.