Chapter 110: The Battle of Hanspring (Part Two)
A protracted battle is the truest test of one's endurance, as well as the ultimate measure of unwavering determination in the pursuit of a goal.
Yet, the cultivators of the Human Race’s Three Patriarchs’ faction gradually found their spiritual power waning. Although their cultivation had reached the late stage of the Taiyi Mysterious Immortal realm, their mastery over their spiritual energy was somewhat lacking.
Those two beasts relied solely on brute force in their attacks, a testament to their formidable strength.
At this critical moment, everyone gritted their teeth and persevered, knowing that if they could just hold out a little longer, victory would be within reach.
But as time dragged on, the cultivators watched helplessly as their spiritual energy was slowly channeled into that colossal character, yet the beasts remained vigorous and untamed. Panic began to creep into their hearts.
“Persistence is victory!”
One by one, the cultivators eventually fell upon the battlefield. They did not retreat but instead pressed forward with courageous assaults against the enemy.
At this juncture, as the spiritual power channeled into the character “Zhen” began to wane, the beasts let out a thunderous roar, their expressions filled with joy. The remaining members of the Human Race’s Three Patriarchs were struck with alarm.
“Trouble! These demons are about to break through!”
Before the words even left their mouths, what was once merely a fleeting thought became reality. In the blink of an eye, the two beasts tore through the golden, radiant talisman.
The beasts stood tall once more, their eyes glowing with a crimson light that exuded an aura of death.
In this dire moment, a celestial sword descended from the southwest, immediately engaging one of the beasts in combat.
A figure appeared in the distance. “Are all my fellow cultivators unharmed?” Xuan Daozi finally arrived. Had he delayed even a moment longer, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Under Xuan Daozi’s command, the two celestial swords gradually wore down and ultimately defeated the beasts.
“Thank you, Holy Father!” Cang Jie and the others, having regained some spiritual power, rose to their feet and bowed deeply to Xuan Daozi.
“Not at all,” Xuan Daozi replied warmly. “Here, take these pills to restore your spiritual energy quickly.” Seeing them collapsed on the ground, he had feared the worst and scanned their aura, realizing they had simply exhausted their spiritual reserves.
“Great thanks for your kindness, Holy Father!” Cang Jie and the others bowed once more before distributing the pills to the rest.
“I wonder how Brother Duobao and the others are faring,” Cang Jie said quietly, standing with Xuan Daozi atop the clouds.
“We were prepared from the moment we arrived. Everything is under control,” Xuan Daozi reassured him with a gentle pat on the shoulder and a smile.
Duobao Daoist faced the monstrous beasts before him, a sly grin playing on his lips. A nearby disciple, puzzled, asked, “Master, why do you smile so?”
“These barbarians require so many to deal with? I’ll handle them all alone!” Duobao Daoist said boastfully, teasing the young disciple.
The disciples of the Spirit Sect believed his words without question. Little did they know how many lives Duobao had “sampled” in the East Sea; this time, these two beasts were doomed.
Ignoring the two beasts that approached from the south and southeast, Duobao Daoist yawned widely and swallowed them whole.
His belly expanded and contracted erratically, yet with a pat, it returned to normal.
The young disciple’s eyes widened in disbelief—how could this be possible? Yet, as he gazed at his master, sparkling stars seemed to shine in his eyes, admiration welling uncontrollably.
Duobao Daoist cleared his throat. “All done!”
With that, he led the group back down to the mortal realm.
“Senior Brother, how does one deal with such beasts?” Taiyi Daoist asked anxiously, seeing that neither spiritual weapons nor cultivation techniques were effective.
“It seems we must call upon the Grand Elder’s artifact,” Guang Chengzi murmured.
“The Grand Elder’s artifact?!” The Taiyi cultivators exclaimed in surprise. Could it be that legendary treasure? If so, the battle would soon be over.
“Brothers, hold on a little longer! I will now dispatch the Grand Elder’s artifact!” Guang Chengzi declared, knowing they could no longer hold back their trump card.
“Rest assured, Senior Brother!” Taiyi Daoist and the others strengthened their spiritual power, carefully wielding their artifacts instead of recklessly attacking the beasts.
Guang Chengzi then released a talisman—an eight-directional diagram featuring a black and white yin-yang symbol at its center. This was the Spirit Sect’s treasured Taiji Diagram.
“Taiji Diagram, deploy!” Guang Chengzi channeled his profound spiritual power, and the diagram radiated a black-and-white light as it surged toward the beasts.
The moment the beasts came into contact with this light, they were battered mercilessly, blood and gore splattering across the battlefield, turning the once-pristine ground into a grisly scene.
Even the Spirit Sect cultivators felt queasy at the sight.
At last, one beast was vanquished.
Guang Chengzi let out a silent sigh. The life-and-death energy within the Taiji Diagram was truly formidable.
These beasts were manifestations of innate turbid qi, yet the black energy in the diagram absorbed this turbid qi, while the white energy—representing innate pure qi—became a deadly poison to the creatures, killing them swiftly.
However, the surviving beast suddenly ceased all movement, bowing its head in stillness.
Guang Chengzi sensed a fleeting opportunity and immediately poured in spiritual power to slay the last beast.
Unexpectedly, a sudden transformation occurred.
Two new beasts appeared instantly beside it, only to vanish and reappear next to the Golden Immortals, striking them with a single punch and sending all twelve flying!
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