Chapter 349: 349. Chapter 344: The Great Righteous-Demonic Battle, Fishing in Troubled Waters

At the location of the Primordial Spirit Realm's Tianya City, above the vast abyss, Zhou Zheng, disheveled and grimy, fiercely wiped the bloodstains from the corner of his mouth.

His hair, turned white from overdrawn bodily essence, was stained with bloody crimson, and as sweat droplets traced down his eyelids, they fell.

"You bunch of idiots, you've been played and still don't realize it.

How laughable the righteous sect is, taking in nothing but fools." Zhou Zheng's eyes were filled with a bloodthirsty glow as he spoke fiercely.

"Even as a spent crossbow, you dare to spew insults.

The Slaughter Ghost Sect truly consists of arrogant people." Feng Xiangtian of the Fu Yang Sect said mockingly.

He stepped forward, and behind him, the great sun's golden light shone universally, scorching heat rained down from the heavens, causing the earth to tremble violently.

Feng Xiangtian employed the Great Brightness Canon, utilizing the celestial yang above, his Spiritual Power flowing endlessly, like a sun god descending upon the world, his might shaking the ten directions.

"Just kill the Slaughter Ghost Sect disciples, to avenge the millions of beings of Tianya City." Chu Wansian of the Bibo Palace said with icy words.

She bore the apparition of the Divine King Alchemy Hall, sealing off all paths of life; the righteous and demonic paths of Huanyu have always been in constant friction.

Evil demons and heretical ways deserve death by all; if the righteous sect kills Zhou Zheng, it is merely a minor squabble among Huanyu's factions.

Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao stared at the figures in the sky; they had long since taken advantage of the chaos to flee the battlefield.

"Zhenghao, we cannot idle, or else we would have plotted this play in vain.

The Demon Master once instructed us to seize the moment and establish a foothold in the Primordial Spirit Realm.

If the Primordial Spirit Realm is not in chaos, how can we reap rewards from the fire?" Zhao Jianhua's face showed a sly expression, his words carrying a sense of amusement.

Wu Zhenghao and Zhao Jianhua exchanged glances, instantly perceiving each other's thoughts.

Zhao Jianhua then took out the penguin transmission jade slip, whose portrait was precisely that of Duan Wuliang.

"Daoist friend Wuliang, quickly spread the message to the Primordial Spirit Realm: Tianya City's location sees righteous cultivators besieging demonic disciples; hurry and reinforce."

After Zhao Jianhua sent the message, he copied and pasted it to send to several cultivation groups.

These cultivation groups were formed by earth cultivators out on training, distributed across various places in the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Near Yunhai City, Duan Wuliang, who was shouting for hire to act as a stand-in for the Dragon Source, heard the message transmitted from the penguin jade slip, hastily opened it to view, and the message startled him.

The scene of Tianya City's destruction remains vivid before his eyes to this day.

A flying warboat, with a single xuan core bomb, reduced Tianya City to flying ashes, not a single living being escaping.

"I never expected the Slaughter Ghost Sect to do this, and it was discovered by the righteous sect so quickly." Duan Wuliang muttered.

As a loose cultivator, if he could do work for the Slaughter Ghost Sect, he could certainly curry favor with Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao, and perhaps even thus gain entry to cultivate in the Slaughter Ghost Sect.

After Duan Wuliang simply weighed the pros and cons, he hurriedly flew toward Yunhai City, the rumbling sound quickly spreading in all directions.

"Heaven is in chaos, the righteous and demonic sects are fighting in Tianya City.

Heaven is in chaos, the righteous and demonic sects are fighting in Tianya City.

"

Duan Wuliang's voice spread toward Yunhai City, and soon cultivators hearing it rushed to approach.

Duan Wuliang looked at the righteous cultivators hurrying and said:

"Several dao friends, hurry to reinforce, the righteous cultivators are surrounded by demonic sects, their brains blown out.

I must hurry to inform other cultivators."

Upon hearing this, the righteous cultivators' faces drastically changed, they stepped on their swords and flew toward the Tianya City direction, charging forth.

"Dao friend, is what you just said truly so?"

Following the first batch of righteous cultivators rushing to the battlefield, another cultivator in black attire blocked Duan Wuliang's path.

"So you are a dao friend from the Molo Valley.

Heaven is in chaos, the righteous and demonic sects are waging a great battle in Tianya City, demonic sect cultivators have their brains blown out.

It's too terrifying, too terrifying." Duan Wuliang feigned trembling with fear as he spoke.

The cultivators of Molo Valley wore faces full of anger.

As one entity of the demonic sect, the demonic sect being beaten, Molo Valley also loses face; the cultivators present immediately transformed into streaks of yin wind, sweeping toward the direction of Tianya City.

As Duan Wuliang spread the message, whether righteous or demonic cultivators, all headed toward the direction of Tianya City.

Moreover, those cultivators, on their way there, upon encountering acquainted cultivators, would explain the reason.

Whether righteous or demonic, upon hearing that their own sect's cultivators had been beaten until their brains burst out, all were filled with anger, following the troop, rushing swiftly to the battlefield.

Such a scene, after Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao's mass message, the scattered earth cultivators throughout the Primordial Spirit Realm also all sprang into action.

The great battle between righteous and demonic sects at Tianya City, if it had wings, would swiftly fly to various places in the Primordial Spirit Realm.

Near Tianya City, Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao gazed upon the crowd of fighters above the great pit, continuously increasing, their hearts deeply shocked.

They were somewhat unable to believe it.

Because the Fu Yang Sect and Bibo Palace besieging the Slaughter Ghost Sect ultimately, Zhou Zheng of the Slaughter Ghost Sect truly could not endure it, so he sent a message to his fellow disciples.

Zhou Zheng was even surprised at that time.

Just as the jade slip was crushed, the fellow disciples of the Slaughter Ghost Sect and other heretical cultivators descended.

Those heretical cultivators, seeing the Slaughter Ghost Sect disciples besieged by the united righteous sect, and even more, seeing Slaughter Ghost Sect disciples having their brains blasted out, were furious beyond restraint.

The righteous sect bullying the few with the many, how could the demonic sect endure it.

Those demonic cultivators who rushed to join the battlefield caused the disciples of the Fu Yang Sect and Bibo Palace to suffer defeat after defeat.

Feng Xiangtian's back had the golden sun explode, his body covered in wounds.

Chu Wansian's clothes were tattered, her chest heaving violently, her hair disheveled, long since losing the appearance of the previous dust-free immortal maiden.

After she and Feng Xiangtian transmitted sound, she also crushed the jade slip in her hand.

Equally unexpected to them was that the righteous cultivators seemed to have arrived in advance.

As soon as the jade slip shattered, righteous cultivators from various sects arrived within a few breaths, and joined the battlefield.

As the battle between the righteous and evil factions continued, both sides kept rallying people for victory.

Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao looked into the distance and saw streams of light gathering toward the direction of Tianya City, their hearts filled with great excitement.

The weasel crawled out of Zhao Jianhua's pocket, rubbed its blurry eyes, and upon seeing the dense crowd of battle, exclaimed in surprise: "How come there are so many people fighting?"

Above the sky, cultivators from various sects fell like dumplings, rapidly descending into the huge chasm.

The bloody crimson blood had already soaked the ground, turning it into a bloody mire.

"Zhao Jianhua, hurry up and put it on — it's time for us to strike."

After Wu Zhenghao suddenly left and reappeared beside Zhao Jianhua, he said anxiously.

In Wu Zhenghao's hand appeared two sets of clothing, exactly those of the deceased disciples of the Shaogui Sect.

Zhao Jianhua glanced at them and immediately understood what Wu Zhenghao intended to do.

With so many cultivators locked in melee combat, casualties were countless — this was the perfect time to fish in troubled waters.

"Huang Daxian, the cultivators who have fallen to the ground — hand over their storage bags to you.

I and Wu Zhenghao will kill in the sky, you gather on the ground."

Zhao Jianhua's voice trembled with excitement as he spoke to the weasel demon king Huang Daxian.

Huang Daxian's body was only palm-sized, at the Great Perfection of Golden Core Realm, and rummaging through corpses and the wounded would not draw notice. Moreover, the chaos in the sky would not attract attention unless ground changes were too obvious.

"Haha, good." Huang Daxian excitedly clenched his fists and rubbed his palms. If the righteous and evil factions' battle was well-planned, Dazhai would reap a great fortune.

Not only would it solve the resource problem needed by earth cultivators, but also the short-term scarcity of humans and pets could be easily resolved.

Huang Daxian thought of this, then leapt and vanished from the spot.

"Zhenghao, it's time for us to strike.

We must show no mercy to the cultivators of Huanyu — after all, they are all wealth."

Zhao Jianhua, blood boiling, gazed at the battlefield and spoke.

He put on the Shaogui Sect's clothing, and above his head, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner manifested.

"Rest assured, I will make them know what true terror is."

Wu Zhenghao chuckled, and above his head, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner stirred with gusts of yin wind.

The two of them joined forces and charged into the battlefield.

"How dare the scum of the righteous path impersonate disciples of my Shaogui Sect.

Junior Brother Zhou Zheng, I and Senior Brother Wu Zhenghao have come to assist you."

As Zhao Jianhua rushed into the battlefield, he let out a fierce shout.

Above his head, the Ten Thousand Soul Banner stirred with yin wind; as the main soul rushed into the battlefield, torrents of killing flames wildly swept across a radius of dozens of zhang.

This was still him intentionally controlling the attack range of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, fearing the Shaogui Sect would detect the anomaly — otherwise, fishing in troubled waters would not work.

Zhou Zheng had been locked in bitter combat with righteous cultivators when he suddenly heard news from his fellow disciples, and his heart leapt with joy.

He turned his head and saw Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao slaughtering in all directions, a black banner shocking heaven and earth — wherever the main soul of the black banner passed, righteous cultivators fell like dumplings in a chaotic rush.

"Thank you, two senior brothers, for your assistance."

Zhou Zheng said excitedly.

He saw that Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao's Ten Thousand Soul Banner differed from his own Infant Soul Banner in appearance, looked unfamiliar, and thus had no suspicion about their identity.

The abilities displayed by the Ten Thousand Soul Banner were identical to those of the Infant Soul Banner, differing only in form.

However, the Shaogui Sect's cultivation levels are strictly ranked; although the Infant Soul Banner is made by the same method, differences in materials naturally lead to different forms — this is perfectly normal.

Therefore, he believed Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao's Infant Soul Banner might be an upgraded version, or forged using special methods.

Moreover, as one of the Ten Great Evil Sects of Huanyu, the Shaogui Sect has disciples scattered across countless star systems — not having seen them before is not surprising.

Who but one's own senior brother would reveal their name to assist in this life-or-death moment? It would essentially be effort without reward, and even cost one's life.

But Zhou Zheng was not entirely clear on this.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner was originally developed by earth cultivators who studied the Infant Soul Banner and succeeded in their research.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banner not only possesses the traits of the Infant Soul Banner, but also has abilities the Infant Soul Banner completely lacks.

Boom—

As the main soul of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner roared, the Huanyu righteous cultivators beside Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao — those with low strength fainted directly, while those with strong strength felt their souls pierced with pain.

But regardless of which.

Cultivator battles are matters of life and death on a razor's edge; those Huanyu cultivators showing abnormalities were swept up by the torrents of demonic flame on the Ten Thousand Soul Banner and fell in droves into the huge pit.

"Haha, two senior brothers, excellent tactics.

You have greatly shaken the evil might of the Shaogui Sect."

As Zhou Zheng followed the mass collapse of righteous cultivators, he noticed the battle pressure had also lessened, and said excitedly.

Beside him, Fu Yang Sect's Feng Xiangtian and Bibo Palace's Chu Wansian turned pale.

The newly arrived Shaogui Sect cultivator had a black banner fluttering behind him, yin wind stirring, demonic flames surging heavenward — like a demon god reborn, standing firm between heaven and earth, reversing yin and yang.

Wherever the black banner passed, contact meant injury — the war between righteous and evil factions began to turn into a one-sided trend.

"Fellow Daoists, first blast those two holding black banners — Shaogui Sect disciples."

Fu Yang Sect's Feng Xiangtian's voice shook heaven and earth, speaking with extreme urgency.

Just then.

Above the sky, a dragon's cry suddenly appeared — a thirty-zhang-tall golden dragon surged into the battlefield, its heavenly dragon roar shaking the skies, countless evil sect cultivators caught off guard, instantly flung outward.

The golden dragon's aura retracted, a golden, gleaming chain floated in midair, dragon patterns mending upon it, spitting out golden, gleaming runes, vast dragon might carving out an open space, as seven-colored clouds writhed, a figure stepped upon the golden rope.

"Heavenly Dragon Rope — it is Long Yutian of the Tianlong Sect."

The righteous cultivators gazing at the golden chain in the sky above, the man upon it, spoke excitedly.

The Tianlong Sect is a major sect of Huanyu, and Long Yutian, as a direct disciple of the Tianlong Sect, had already reached the Great Perfection of the Earth Origin Realm long ago; rumors say he could enter the Spirit Realm at any time if he wished.

Bell.

Bell chimes rang out all around, purple lightning rolled across the sky, the Chida electric net intertwined, a purple golden bell fell from the heavens, and in the instant the golden bell descended, purple clouds and crisscrossing silk pierced through, countless heretical cultivators were pierced through their bodies and fell downward.

The bell's aura retracted, and a man with bulging muscles all over his body stepped through the void.

"The Purple Mansion Heavenly King Bell, the Purple Startling Swan of the Purple Mansion has arrived."

The orthodox cultivators gazed at the figure near the Purple Mansion Heavenly King Bell, their blood boiling as they spoke.

The Purple Mansion is the third greatest orthodox sect in Huanyu, immensely powerful, and especially the Purple Mansion Heavenly King Bell, which has been held by generation after generation of Purple Mansion Holy Sons, possesses godlike power that shakes the world and sweeps across the mortal realm.

Boom—

Suddenly, red blood blossoms rained down between heaven and earth, enchanting music echoed in the air, as the blood blossoms floated, red silk danced wildly, and an extraordinarily alluring woman stepped through the void.

The woman's skin was like snow, sparkling and glistening with oily sheen, her red brocade霞衣 hung down from her armpits, her修大 thighs were as long as scallion-leaf sleeves, and wherever she passed, waves of fragrant scent drifted through the air.

Countless cultivators stared at the woman's red eyes, frozen in place, their faces flushed as if their souls had been drawn away.

"The Lust-Cavern Demon Woman, exquisite beauty!"

The orthodox cultivators gazed at the stunning woman, hastily pulling at their companions beside them.

The Lust Cavern is a heretical sect in Huanyu, specializing in the Desire Path, mastering心通 to bewilder cultivators' original hearts, causing them to perish in the mire of desire.

Bang.

A shocking thunderous roar shook the four wilds, a colossal skull came charging from afar.

The skull was surrounded by countless tiny skulls, and as soon as it landed on the battlefield, any cultivator who drew near instantly turned into skeletal remains and collapsed to the ground.

"Moluo Valley, Xingye."

The cultivators gazed at the figure manifested within the skull, speaking in terror.

Moluo Valley is the fourth strongest of the ten great heretical sects in Huanyu, practicing the Great Skull Ghost Path, drawing upon the essence of all living beings for use, utterly ruthless.

As soon as Xingye landed on the battlefield, he drained the essence of the surrounding orthodox cultivators, utterly merciless.

Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao lowered their hands, watching as powerful cultivators from all sects gradually arrived on the scene.

They plotted that the war between the orthodox and heretical sects would intensify further, even the holy sons and daughters of both sides had arrived.

If the great orthodox and heretical sects continued like this, the balance of the primordial spiritual realm would surely be completely shattered over time.

Zhao Jianhua glanced at the situation on the ground, when suddenly an orthodox wounded cultivator vanished, and Huang Daxian was just giving him a flirtatious glance.

Wu Zhenghao and Zhao Jianhua were deeply stirred in their hearts.

Now, aside from the dead cultivators, not a single living cultivator remained on the ground; those who were still alive had been secretly taken by Huang Daxian using human-pet bags.

"A bunch of orthodox trash, taking advantage of the crowd to subdue demons and eliminate evil.

We shall see what right you orthodox ones have to do so."

Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao came to Zhou Zheng's side, speaking mockingly.

Upon seeing Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao, Zhou Zheng beamed with a full-faced smile.

Around him, during this period, many disciples of the Slaughter Ghost Sect had gathered, and upon seeing Wu Zhenghao and Zhao Jianhua nearby, they all felt profound reverence.

"Thank you, two elder brothers, for greatly enhancing the prestige of the Slaughter Ghost Sect."

Zhou Zheng spoke joyfully, he was truly grateful.

Had it not been for Zhao Jianhua and Wu Zhenghao stepping in at the critical moment, he would not only have lost his life, but many nearby Slaughter Ghost Sect disciples would have perished as well.

"Arrogant!"

Long Yutian heard Zhao Jianhua's words, his eyes turned cold as he said.

The Heavenly Dragon Rope transformed into a golden dragon's body and bombarded toward Zhao Jianhua's position. (End of chapter)