Chapter 1208: Longevity: My Farming-Style Cultivation Is Too Steady Chapter 1208: Terrifying Reputation

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Protagonist:

Xu Zhangqing

Deep in the city, a furious roar suddenly rang out: "Heavenly Thunder Descends!"

The ancient stone tower at the center, covered in cracks, erupted with an aura of annihilation.

Immediately afterward, purple-black thunder patterns spread rapidly across his whole body at extreme speed.

Every thunder pattern swallowed and spat out tiny arcs of electricity, then condensed, rising bit by bit into the air before everyone's eyes.

The surrounding air, affected by the power of thunder, transformed into a distorted light curtain.

The sky of the entire planet, within a few breaths, turned from gray-white to ink-black.

The thunder rolling in the clouds was not ordinary silver-white lightning, but a deep purple-black thunder light to the extreme.

"Getting serious?"

The spatial law threads between Feng Buhui's fingers trembled incessantly under this pressure.

Lu Wangchuan said expressionlessly: "The trump card of this Cang Lei Ancient Clan is the Thunder Path!"

As soon as the words fell, the sky split open.

The entire sky looked like a glazed dome shattered by an invisible giant palm.

Then, countless purple-black thunder marks spread in all directions.

Before the thunder fell, the pressure had arrived.

Xu Zhangqing felt his shoulders sink, as if an invisible thunder mountain pressed down on him.

At this moment, the Lord of the Shen Guo within the Shen Guo opened his eyes, the power of the Yuan Dao operating, canceling out this pressure enough to crush a Transforming Spirit cultivator.

"What level of cultivation power is this?"

"It has nothing to do with cultivation; this power comes from..."

"Comes from what?"

"Gods!"

As the words fell, the first heavenly thunder descended.

A purple-black thunder pillar as thick as a city plummeted vertically from the clouds, tearing pitch-black rifts in the void wherever it passed; space, before this overwhelmingly tyrannical power, was as fragile as thin paper.

The spiritual energy within a thousand li was instantly drained, forming a suffocating vacuum zone.

The spatial array jointly set up by Feng Buhui and Lu Wangchuan couldn't withstand even a single breath before this thunder pillar, shattering into countless fragments that exploded outward.

Both men groaned simultaneously and retreated half a step.

"Hahaha!"

"Die!"

"What about the Northern Dipper Immortal Mansion!"

The surviving cultivators of the Cang Lei Ancient Clan, seeing this, laughed maniacally.

After activating this "mysterious" power, their bodies withered at a visible speed, skin wrinkled and clinging to their bones, eye sockets sunken like skeletons.

The thunder pillar was less than a thousand zhang from the ground; the world-destroying Thunder Path pressure caused the ice rock ground below to begin collapsing and shattering over a large area.

However, Luo Qinghan not only did not retreat, but stepped forward.

The moment this step was taken, a ten-thousand-zhang cold moon suddenly rose behind her.

It looked ten times larger than the one that had previously suppressed a Unity Stage cultivator.

Flowing on the surface of the moon wheel were not ordinary ice patterns, but complete rivers of extreme cold, within each river countless moon-rune symbols floated and sank.

The cold qi emanating from the flowing runes caused all shattered ice rocks within a thousand li to be covered with a new layer of ice crystals.

"Cold Moon Eternal Freeze!"

Luo Qinghan exhaled the four words softly; the cold moon shot into the sky and collided with the purple-black thunder pillar.

At this moment, heaven and earth fell silent.

Sound was directly erased by the power of two extreme laws offsetting each other.

Where the cold moon and thunder pillar collided, a gray-white light ball with a diameter of a thousand zhang appeared.

Inside the light ball, the Extreme Cold Law and Thunder Path Law wildly ground against each other.

Law fragments exploded from the light ball one after another, each carrying terrifying power enough to heavily injure a Transforming Spirit cultivator.

Luo Qinghan stood directly below the light ball, her right hand empty and supporting; the cold moon continuously rose upward, pushing that purple-black thunder pillar back into the high sky inch by inch.

Her sleeves fluttered in the aftermath, but her expression never changed.

As if the heavenly thunder capable of destroying a city was merely a breeze brushing past her face.

At that same instant, Mo Li's figure transformed into a constantly spreading gray shadow.

The shadow spread outward rapidly with her as the center.

Enveloping Xu Zhangqing, Jin Buhuan, Feng Buhui, and Lu Wangchuan—all four—within it.

Xu Zhangqing felt his vision darken; when his sight recovered, he and the other three were already standing in a strange space.

This space had no up, down, left, or right, nor distance or height.

Only an endless gray.

The thunder light, cold moon, and city outside all became a blurred scroll.

Lu Wangchuan explained: "This is the dark side of the law; Mo Li's Dead Silence Law allows her to travel behind any law.

Wherever a law exists, there is a dark side.

Here, the heavenly thunder from outside cannot harm us in the slightest.

Hearing this, Xu Zhangqing was deeply shaken in his heart.

The Yin side of the law—this is no longer a domain an ordinary cultivator can come into contact with.

Even a Body Union cultivator could never possibly set foot in such a tier.

This Mo Li's origins are probably far from simple, beyond my own imagination.

Just as Xu Zhangqing looked outward through the gray curtain, Fourth Senior Brother Hundred Li Hong moved.

The spirit wine jar in his hand had vanished at some point, replaced by a great knife one zhang long and as wide as a door panel.

Cast upon the back of the blade was a white tiger roaring toward the sky.

Flowing along the blade was a killing aura so dense it almost could not dissipate.

The unique sharp power of White Tiger Sha Gold overflowed endlessly from the blade, slicing the surrounding air into fine space folds.

"Hehe!"

Hundred Li Hong's mouth corner split into a grin, revealing a smile bordering on madness.

His figure vanished from the spot, and the next second, among the surviving cultivators of the Cang Lei Ancient Clan, a thick, pungent blood mist suddenly exploded.

Hundred Li Hong, like a god of slaughter, had no fancy moves in his sword technique—only the simplest chop, hack, slash, and cleave.

But every blade that fell left a result that chilled the heart!

Those slain, regardless of realm, were directly erased along with their Nascent Soul, divine soul, law, and Dao resonance.

A Spirit Transformation cultivator had just begun to form a hand seal, and spiritual light had just brightened a bean-sized point at his fingertip, when Hundred Li Hong swept past him like the wind.

A flash of blade light, and that cultivator's skull rose into the air.

A god had just appeared when it was swallowed whole by the white tiger phantom on the blade.

"Satisfying!"

Hundred Li Hong laughed aloud, and the killing aura on his body climbed endlessly in the slaughter.

The blood qi, resentment, and law fragments overflowing from the corpses of the cultivators he slew were all devoured completely, becoming part of his own strength.

The killing aura around him was so dense it formed a visible blood-colored vortex.

Looking at him now, he was simply a primordial ferocious beast wearing human skin.

Feng Buhui watched from within the gray curtain, his mouth corner twitching, unable to help but shake his head and say: "Fourth Senior Brother becomes another person the moment he fights—he's simply a madman."

Xu Zhangqing deeply agreed.

Hundred Li Hong, as a loose cultivator, rose to the ranks of the North Dipper Direct Disciples not by any heaven-defying opportunity or bloodline inheritance, but by the renowned fame earned fighting his way out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood!