Chapter 522: Nine Wheels of Heaven's Will

In the fierce battle between Longling and the fire giant and fire phoenix, the cultivators of Tianji Shengyu witnessed an unprecedented power showdown.

Longling's White Bone Dharma Appearance wielded the Light Sword amidst the fire storm, each swing carrying a tearing-through-the-air sound, striking straight at the fire giant's chest.

The fire giant's fists were like burning meteors, carrying a tearing-the-air sound as they smashed toward the cultivators, but Longling's Light Sword always blocked this fatal blow at the critical moment.

The fire phoenix hovered in the air, each flap of its wings raising waves of heat that formed fire storms sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The cultivators had to scatter to avoid being swallowed by the fire storms.

Meanwhile, the fire dragon darted across the ground, its tail like a huge whip, each swing kicking up gusts that sent the cultivators flying.

Longling's eyes flashed with determined light; she knew that only by concentrating all their power could they break the binding of the nine fire wheels.

She shouted, "We must focus all our power and attack when the fire wheel reaches that position!" The cultivators obeyed her command, began gathering strength, and prepared to unleash a fatal strike at the crucial moment.

Just then, a stronger aura suddenly burst forth from the ruins of the fire wheel.

This aura was filled with ancient and wild power, rampaging through the air and stirring up violent whirlwinds.

The cultivators felt an unprecedented sense of oppression, their heartbeats quickened, and their Spiritual Power within began to stir uneasily.

Suddenly, a thunderous roar came from the fire wheel's ruins, the sound like thunder, hurting the cultivators' eardrums and causing them to involuntarily step back.

As the roar faded, nine huge silhouettes slowly emerged from the firelight and smoke.

These figures stood tens of zhang tall, each with a different form—some like fire giants, some like fire phoenixes, and some like fire dragons.

Each of these beings emanated a powerful aura, their strength seemingly tied to the nine fire wheels, and the collapse of the fire wheels seemed to have awakened them.

The cultivators horrifiedly discovered that these beings were not ordinary creatures, but condensations of fire and Spiritual Power.

Longling shouted, "Their power is extremely strong; we must respond with caution!" The cultivators immediately heightened their vigilance.

The fire giant launched the first attack, its fists like burning meteors, carrying a tearing-the-air sound as they smashed toward the cultivators.

The cultivators immediately deployed their own techniques and treasures, attempting to block the fire giant's attack.

The fire phoenix, meanwhile, hovered in the air, each flap of its wings raising waves of heat that formed fire storms sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The cultivators had to scatter to avoid being swallowed by the fire storms.

Meanwhile, the fire dragon darted across the ground, its tail like a huge whip, each swing kicking up gusts that sent the cultivators flying.

The White Bone Dharma Appearance wielded the Light Sword with both hands, each swing carrying a tearing-the-air sound, striking straight at the fire giant's chest.

Longling's eyes flashed with determined light; she knew that only by concentrating all their power could they break the binding of the nine fire wheels.

She shouted, "We must focus all our power and attack when the fire wheel reaches that position!"

The cultivators obeyed her command, began gathering strength, and prepared to unleash a fatal strike at the crucial moment.

Following Longling's command, the cultivators began to attack in an orderly manner.

They split into teams, each team responsible for one fire being, using their respective techniques and treasures to carry out targeted attacks.

Although the fire giant was strong, under the cultivators' combined assault it began to waver.

The fire phoenix hovered in the air, attempting to engulf the cultivators with fire storms.

But the cultivators had already learned how to evade and block; they used formations and treasures to form protective shields that resisted the fire storms' erosion.

The fire dragon darted across the ground, trying to fling the cultivators away with its tail.

But the cultivators had already learned how to use terrain and movement techniques to flexibly dodge the fire dragon's attacks.

They used mountains and valleys to form natural barriers that blocked the fire dragon's charges.

As the battle continued, the power of the fire beings began to gradually weaken.

The cultivators seized the opportunity and launched their final attack.

Longling's White Bone Dharma Appearance wielded the Light Sword, striking straight at the fire giant's chest.

The fire giant let out a thunderous roar, but ultimately collapsed.

The fire phoenix hovered in the air, attempting a last resistance with fire storms.

But the cultivators had already learned how to use formations and treasures to form protective shields that resisted the fire storms' erosion.

As the fire phoenix and fire dragon fell, the nine fire wheels transformed into nine mysterious islands, guarding a radiant divine pearl.

That divine pearl radiated brilliant light, as if containing endless power.

Just then, the chieftains of the Eight Major Forces led their peoples forth.

Their bodies writhed with terrifying light, their whole beings surging with vicious killing intent.

As soon as they appeared, they issued orders to carry out a massive slaughter of the Huanyu cultivators.

The chieftain of the Gold Steed Clan rode a golden warhorse, wielding a golden spear, leading his people into the battlefield; the golden armor gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, each impact carrying great power that sent the cultivators flying.

The chieftain of the Chongzui Clan wielded a black longsword, leading his people in assassinations; his specter-like figure moved through the battlefield, each appearance delivering a powerful strike straight at the cultivators' vital points.

The chieftain of the Shentian Clan held a golden scepter, leading his people to unleash powerful spells; the spells were like heavenly divine soldiers descending, each attack carrying great power that crushed the cultivators.

The chieftain of the Jaomo Clan wielded a flame-tipped spear, leading his people in flame attacks; the flames were like hellfire, each attack carrying great power that burned the cultivators to ashes.

The chieftain of the Tongque Clan held a copper-colored longbow, leading his people in ranged attacks; the arrows were like meteors, each shot carrying great power that pierced through the cultivators.

The chieftain of the Chenlun Clan wielded a heavy warhammer, leading his people in melee attacks; the hammer was like a mountain, each swing carrying great power that sent the cultivators flying.

The chieftain of the Xuesha Clan wielded a blood-colored longsword, leading his people in bloody assaults; the attacks were like a sea of blood, each strike carrying great power that slew the cultivators.

The chieftain of the Zhanxi Clan held the war seal, leading his people in command; the commands were like war drums, each directive carrying great power that crushed the cultivators.

Faced with the assault of the Eight Major Forces, the cultivators fell into a bitter struggle.

Although they bravely resisted, before the overwhelming power of the Eight Major Forces they appeared somewhat unable to cope.

Longling gazed at the battlefield, her eyes flashing with determined light; only by uniting all the cultivators' strength could they oppose the suddenly appearing Eight Major Forces.

Boom—

Suddenly, the sky split open with gaps, as if an invisible giant hand had torn the heavenly curtain apart.

From those gaps, gusts of icy wind mixed with bone-chilling cold blew down, making all present beings involuntarily shiver.

Immediately afterward, a silver-white figure slowly emerged from the fissure, its appearance without any warning, as if it had descended directly from nothingness into this world.

A silver-white figure was shrouded in a layer of hazy light, making it impossible to see its true face; one could only vaguely sense that beneath the light lay a face devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

As the silver-white figure appeared, the surrounding air seemed to solidify, and a strong force of void emanated from it; this force was so powerful that even time and space seemed to be distorted.

The clamor of battle on the battlefield became distant and blurred at this moment, and all gazes were drawn to this mysterious figure.

The silver-white figure's voice was hoarse and low, as if calling from another world; its words were filled with an undeniable command and a heart-pounding madness: "Lads, kill them, Tianji Shengyu is ours. For the future of our people, we must sacrifice our lives."

"Receive the Heaven's Mandate Order!"

As the words fell, the people of the Eight Great Powers seemed to be injected with a stimulant; their eyes flashed with fervent light, and their fighting spirit blazed like a raging fire, consuming all their reason and fear.

They let out earth-shaking roars, charging recklessly at the cultivators' defense line, each attack carrying a resolve to die.

The cultivators were shaken by this sudden terrifying scene, and an unprecedented fear welled up in their hearts.

Many of them were warriors who had endured countless battles, yet facing this figure filled with void power, they felt profound helplessness and despair for the first time.

The appearance of the silver-white figure was like an incarnation of the Death God, shrouding the entire battlefield in a shadow of death.

The cultivators began to think of retreat; if they did not withdraw quickly, they would be devoured by this terrifying power.

However, just as the cultivators were preparing to retreat, the silver-white figure suddenly moved.

That figure traced afterimages in the sky, each movement accompanied by a rift in space.

Suddenly, a long sword condensed from void power appeared in its hand, the blade gleaming with a cold light, as if it could cut through anything.

The silver-white figure waved the long sword, launching an attack on the cultivators' defense line.

Each strike carried destructive power, easily tearing apart the cultivators' carefully arranged protective shields, shattering their formations and treasures one by one.

In the face of this power, the cultivators were like fragile paper, easily torn and destroyed.

The wails, roars, and lamentations on the battlefield intertwined, forming a terrifying symphony.

The silver-white figure was like the conductor of this symphony, each swing of the sword pushing the piece to a new climax.

In this terrifying scene, the cultivators struggled desperately, seeking a sliver of hope, but the silver-white figure's power was too great; all their efforts proved futile.

Under the leadership of the silver-white figure, the people of the Eight Great Powers surged like an unstoppable flood, sweeping across the entire battlefield and breaking the cultivators' defense lines one after another.

Longling stood at the front line of the battlefield, his eyes firm and deep, as if he could see through all the mist on the battlefield.

This battle had reached its most critical moment; if reinforcements did not arrive in time, they would face the danger of total annihilation.

"We must hold our positions and await reinforcements." Longling's voice rang out across the battlefield, carrying an undeniable authority.

Upon hearing Longling's voice, the cultivators' fear and fatigue were somewhat dispelled.

Longling was their leader, the hope in this battle; as long as Longling remained, victory was possible.

"Lord Longling, I believe in you." a young cultivator shouted loudly, his voice full of trust and respect for Longling.

Longling nodded, his gaze sweeping over each cultivator; they were all heroes of this battle, defending Tianji Shengyu with their lives and blood.

"Everyone, unite and jointly resist these enemies." Longling's voice sounded again, carrying an uplifting force.

Upon hearing Longling's words, the cultivators' fighting spirit was rekindled.

They began to reorganize their defense line, preparing to welcome the next wave of attack from the Eight Great Powers.

At that moment, the silver-white figure in the sky issued another command: "Lads, give them no chance to breathe; attack with all your might!"

The people of the Eight Great Powers, upon hearing the order, immediately quickened the pace of their attack.

Their attacks came like a violent storm, incessantly striking the cultivators' defense line.

Under Longling's leadership, the cultivators began to resist resolutely, using formations and treasures to form layer after layer of protective shields, blocking the attacks of the Eight Great Powers.

At the same time, they also used terrain and movement techniques to flexibly dodge the enemy's attacks.

The battle grew increasingly fierce, with both sides continuously consuming their strength.

Although the cultivators were fatigued, their will grew ever more steadfast.

At that moment, a deafening roar suddenly came from the sky.

The cultivators looked up and saw that fissures had appeared in the sky, from which dazzling light emanated.

"Reinforcements are here!" Longling shouted loudly, his voice brimming with uncontainable excitement.

Upon hearing Longling's words, the cultivators' fatigue and fear were swept away; as long as reinforcements arrived, they had a chance of victory.

From the fissures, figures gradually emerged.

They wore various colored precious garments, held assorted treasures, and exuded powerful auras; they were the reserve forces of the major sects.

As soon as they arrived, they immediately joined the battle, using their strength to help the cultivators resist the attacks of the Eight Great Powers.

The battle became ever more intense, with both sides continuously expending their strength.

At that moment, the silver-white figure in the sky suddenly let out a roar, its form turning blurry, as if it were about to vanish into the air.

"Not good!" Longling shouted loudly, his voice filled with anxiety.

"Lads, charge!" the silver-white figure shouted loudly, its form suddenly becoming clear, leading the people of the Eight Great Powers in a more violent assault on the cultivators' defense line.

The chieftain of the Eight Great Powers took the lead, heading toward those Huanyu cultivators who were retreating.

They knew those cultivators were spent arrows; if not slain and allowed to return to rest and recuperate, they would become a greater enemy, and then all the schemes of the Nine Wheels would come to nothing.