Immortality: Grinding Experience Starting as a Paper Craftsman

Chapter 194 Blood Shadow Descends, Trapping the Demons

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Yellow sand obscured the sun.

The frozen soil outside Tianlang Pass was soaked in blood, and stepping on it felt like stepping into a swamp.

The tattered flag lay fallen in the mud, and broken flying swords were mixed with bones.

The light from the Thousand-Mile Shadow Transmission Array flickered intensely outside the main tent.

With tears streaming down her face, Shen Youwei held the jade slip that Gu Yan had given her before he "vomited blood and fainted" in both hands and pressed it into the teleportation array.

A beam of light shot into the sky, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, and landed at the key point of the Tianlang Pass defense line.

Lu Zheng, covered in blood, had just killed a mutated monster that had charged up the city wall when he received an urgent message from the rear.

He probed the jade slip with his divine sense and read Shen Youwei's tearful message. He was struck dumb.

Lu Zheng's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and his teeth clenched so tightly they made a grinding sound.

He suddenly raised his head and looked at the Nascent Soul stage monsters from Dongzhou who were fighting against the thirty-six Blood Fiend Gods in the sky.

"Elder Zhou, Elder Mo! Alliance Leader Gu is imparting the ultimate killing formation."

Lu Zheng's voice, imbued with powerful spiritual energy, drowned out the explosions on the battlefield and resounded throughout the entire sky.

In mid-air, the Tai Chi seal in Zhou Chongyue's hand dimmed, and Mo Tianwen's black Taoist robe was torn in several places.

The thirty-six Blood Fiend Generals at the peak of the Golden Core stage were fearless and their energy was connected to each other. Even if they were split in two, they would turn into blood mist and recombine, making it difficult to kill them in a short time.

Upon hearing Lu Zheng's shout, Zhou Chongyue used a palm strike to repel the two divine generals in front of him, then his body swung backward and landed in the city wall hub.

"What kind of formation?"

Zhou Chongyue asked urgently.

Lu Zheng held the jade slip high above his head with both hands, tears mixed with blood streaming down his face.

"This is a method of breaking the deadlock that Alliance Leader Gu forcibly extracted from the inheritance of his Nascent Soul Master at the cost of a hundred years of his lifespan. After completing this formation, Alliance Leader was exhausted and has already fainted in the secret chamber of the Flowing Cloud Sect."

The elders of Cangxuan Sect and Guixu Sect who heard these words all gasped in shock.

Mo Tianwen descended from the sky, crushing the head of a demonic beast with a single step. Upon hearing Lu Zheng's words, even this peerless swordsman, who had been proud all his life, began to redden his eyes.

"Gu Changsheng is truly a saint of our Eastern Continent! Despite his broken body, he still tirelessly worked for us from the rear. If we cannot slay all the demons, how can we face him?"

Mo Tianwen grabbed the jade slip and his divine sense surged into it.

The ultimate demon-slaying formation.

The array diagram was incredibly complex, radiating a magnificent golden light. Each array pattern was like an embodiment of the Heavenly Dao, specifically designed to suppress all evil and bloodthirsty energy in the world.

"What a fine formation! No wonder it's the legacy of a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Mo Tianwen shouted, immediately imprinting the array diagram in mid-air: "All Nascent Soul cultivators, heed my command! Each take your position at the array's core; Golden Core disciples, retreat to the city walls and protect us. Today, we will use this ultimate killing array to refine these demonic creatures!"

The nine Nascent Soul stage monsters responded in unison and immediately dispersed from above Tianlang Pass according to the positions shown in the array diagram.

Vast spiritual energy surged forth from their bodies.

Nine beams of light of various colors shot into the sky and converged in mid-air to form a huge golden Bagua (Eight Trigrams) array.

The array slowly rotated, casting down countless golden rays that enveloped all thirty-six Blood Fiend Gods.

Under the golden light, the indestructible scales of the divine generals, like snow under the blazing sun, began to hiss and emit thick black smoke.

The Blood Fiends let out shrill screams as they struggled frantically in the golden light, their bodies dissolving at a visible speed.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, thirty-six Golden Core peak Divine Generals were turned into pools of foul-smelling blood by the power of this Divine Transformation level formation.

Upon seeing this, the cultivators from Dongzhou on the city wall erupted in a deafening cheer.

"The Alliance Leader is mighty! The Grand Elder is mighty!"

Cheers swept across the defensive line like a tsunami.

Zhou Chongyue and Mo Tianwen stood at the center of the formation, looking down from above, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The formation that Gu Yan risked his life to deliver was indeed powerful enough to turn the tide of battle.

However, just when everyone thought the battle was over and was preparing to dismantle the formation.

The scenery of the world suddenly changed.

The gray-white sky was stained a deep, inky black.

Fine blood rain fell from the clouds without warning.

Rain fell on the scorching frozen earth, and the stench of blood in the air wafted straight into people's nostrils.

The entire battlefield fell silent instantly.

Even the mindless Blood Fiend Puppets stopped charging and knelt in the mud, trembling.

"This is?!"

Zhou Chongyue's heart skipped a beat, sensing something was wrong; an unprecedented life-or-death crisis enveloped his entire body.

Mo Tianwen stared at the land several miles in front of Tianlang Pass.

That place was originally a plain piled with corpses.

At this moment, the ground in the center of the plain began to rise violently.

The black permafrost churned and rolled in all directions, as if some enormous creature was about to burst forth from the earth.

A loud bang.

A dark red water column, hundreds of feet in diameter, burst through the ground and shot straight into the sky.

The water column dispersed in mid-air, transforming into a gigantic, blood-red lotus flower that blotted out the sky.

The blood lotus slowly bloomed, with mysterious demonic runes flowing on each petal.

In the center of the lotus platform stood a person.

The dark red, wide robe fluttered in the rain of blood.

The man was pale and handsome, with a blood-red vertical line between his eyebrows.

His long hair was as red as blood, and a dark red longsword without a guard circled around him like a dragon, emitting a soul-stirring sword cry.

The moment the Blood Swordsman appeared, the spiritual energy above Tianlang Pass was completely drained.

The demon-slaying formation composed of nine Nascent Soul stage monsters began to crack under the immense pressure.

"That villain from ten years ago, he really is hiding in the Great Yan Kingdom."

Zhou Chongyue's voice was strained, and cold sweat beaded on his forehead.

Mo Tianwen gripped the ancient sword tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.

He sensed that the aura emanating from the other party was several times stronger than it had been ten years ago, when they were underground in the Great Yan Imperial Palace.

This is an extremely fierce beast that is close to the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage, and even has one foot in the Divine Transformation stage.

The Blood Swordsman stood on the lotus platform, his scarlet eyes sweeping over the blood-soaked corpses of the Blood Demon Generals scattered on the ground, a cold smile curving his lips.

"By using the Nascent Soul Transformation Array Diagram, you killed my thirty-six carefully trained hounds. It seems the righteous path of the Eastern Continent isn't as useless as I imagined."

The Blood Swordsman's voice was hoarse and shrill, echoing throughout the entire Sirius Pass.

"You evil heretic, cease your arrogance! Today, heroes from the Eastern Continent have gathered, and with the protection of a formation passed down by a Nascent Soul cultivator, we will surely ensure that you, this fiend, never return."

A Golden Core cultivator named Li Gang stood on the city wall, roaring angrily.

The Blood Swordsman didn't even look down at Li Gang; he simply raised his right hand and pressed his palm down.

The section of the city wall where Li Gang was located, along with hundreds of Foundation Establishment cultivators around him, was crushed into a pile of minced meat by an invisible, enormous force.

The solid obsidian city wall collapsed, revealing a huge handprint tens of feet deep.

Elder Li.

Zhou Chongyue's eyes were bloodshot, filled with grief and indignation.

Mo Tianwen could no longer tolerate this one-sided massacre.

He bit his tongue, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ancient sword.

Man and sword became one, transforming into a black sword river thousands of feet long, carrying the force of creating the heavens and earth, slashing straight towards the Blood Swordsman's head.

The Sword of Return to the Ruins.

This was Mo Tianwen's strongest attack, unleashed by burning his lifespan. Even a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator of the same realm wouldn't dare to take it head-on.

The Blood Swordsman stared at the roaring black river of swords, his eyes remaining completely calm.

He extended two pale fingers and casually pinched them forward.

"bite."

A crisp, metallic clang rang out.

That thousand-foot-long sword river, capable of cleaving even space itself, was firmly held between the Blood Swordsman's two fingers, unable to advance even an inch further.

Mo Tianwen's figure emerged from the sword light, his face filled with disbelief and shock.

"Your sword is too slow."

The Blood Swordsman flicked his fingers outward.

A surge of crimson sword energy, like a tidal wave, swept back along the ancient sword.

Mo Tianwen felt as if he had been struck by a colossal mountain. His ribs shattered inch by inch, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood. He flew straight back and crashed heavily into the protective array of Tianlang Pass.

one move.

With just one move, the powerful swordsmen of Dongzhou were rendered powerless to resist.

Despair spread like a plague among the garrison at Tianlang Pass.

This was not even in the same league. Facing this red-robed demon, they were as powerless as ants facing a god.

The Blood Swordsman strode through the void, walking step by step toward the nine Nascent Soul stage monsters.

The oppressive aura emanating from him grew stronger and stronger, like a tightening net, pushing these high-ranking officials of Dongzhou to the brink of despair.

"If this is all you've got, then today, this Tianlang Pass will be your burial ground."

The Blood Swordsman raised the Blood Sword without a guard, and a blinding blood light burst forth from the blade, dyeing half the sky red.

In the face of life and death, a glint of madness flashed in Zhou Chongyue's eyes.

He turned his head and roared at Mo Tianwen, who had just gotten up, and the other seven Nascent Soul elders.

"With our own strength, there is absolutely no chance of survival. This demon is too ferocious. The only way is to fully activate the ultimate demon-slaying formation passed down by Alliance Leader Gu and use the original power of the Nascent Soul formation to suppress him. Fellow Daoists, for the sake of Dongzhou, let's fight!"

Mo Tianwen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes flashing with a resolute light.

Dragging his heavily injured body, he once again flew into the array's core in mid-air.

The other seven Nascent Soul elders did not back down in the slightest.

They knew that retreat meant death, so they had no choice but to fight to the death.

At the same time, the nine people bit their tongues and, disregarding the consequences, frantically poured their nascent soul essence and divine power into the golden Bagua array beneath their feet.

The Demon-Slaying Array received the essence of nine Nascent Soul cultivators, unleashing a dazzling golden light ten times stronger than before.

The entire formation rapidly expanded in mid-air, transforming into a massive golden cage spanning ten miles, trapping the approaching Blood Swordsman within.

The golden light transformed into countless chains, wrapping around the Blood Swordsman's limbs and torso.

The Blood Swordsman stopped, his brows furrowed, as if he were struggling against this righteous aura.

He swung the Bloodless Sword, striking the golden chains with a single blow. The chains vibrated violently, but did not break.

"It works. This formation really can trap him."

Upon seeing this, Zhou Chongyue was overjoyed, and the gloom on his face vanished.

Mo Tianwen was also greatly encouraged.

He shouted, "The formation that Alliance Leader Gu exchanged for a hundred years of his lifespan is indeed the nemesis of this demon. Fellow cultivators, do not be stingy with your true essence, activate the great formation with all your might, and refine him here."

The nine Nascent Soul stage monsters, as if grasping at the last straw, poured out their spiritual power without reservation.

However, they did not notice that the Blood Swordsman, who was at the center of the formation, had an undisguised mockery and ridicule on the half of his face that was covered by his long hair.

Trapped.

Suppressed.

Of course, he was faking it.

This ultimate demon-slaying formation was originally a devouring cage personally modified by Gu Yan himself.

On the surface, it is dazzling with golden light and exudes a righteous aura. In reality, the core patterns of the formation are connected to the blood pool veins beneath the Great Yan Kingdom.

Just as Zhou Chongyue and the others were desperately activating the great formation, a sudden change occurred.

They suddenly realized that the array's core beneath their feet was no longer a channel for releasing their power, but had become a terrifying bottomless vortex.

Their spiritual energy was uncontrollably gushing outwards.

Next came their essence, their vitality, and even the nascent soul they had painstakingly cultivated.

This detachment is domineering and irreversible.

Once started, it's like a flood bursting its banks; there's no stopping it.

"My spiritual power is out of control!"

An elder from the Guixu Sect, in the early Nascent Soul stage, screamed in terror. His hair turned white in a few breaths, and the skin on his face quickly withered away.

Zhou Chongyue and Mo Tianwen also felt this terrifying suction force.

Their cultivation level was the highest, and the power that was drawn from them was also the greatest.

"Stay calm, don't panic."

Despite the excruciating pain of losing her vital essence, Zhou Chongyue loudly quelled the panic among the crowd.

His eyes gleamed with a mixture of sorrow and enlightenment.

Looking down at the radiant array below, he found himself a perfect excuse.

"This is a formation left behind by a Nascent Soul cultivator. Its power is so heaven-defying, how could it come without a price? Alliance Leader Gu was in the rear earlier, and he endured this terrifying backlash all by himself. He even risked his life. Now that we are nine people sharing the burden, are we going to back down?"

Zhou Chongyue's words were like a wake-up call.

Mo Tianwen suddenly realized, and the fear in his eyes turned into deep self-reproach and awe.

"Elder Zhou is right. Gu Changsheng, despite his broken body, has exhausted his energy for this formation. As seniors of Dongzhou, how can we be afraid of death? Although the backlash is strong, as long as we persevere and refine this demon to death, it will all be worth it. Draw it!"

Mo Tianwen not only did not sever his connection with the formation, but also took the initiative to open his mind and send his nascent soul essence into the formation eye without reservation.

The other elders also turned red-eyed upon seeing this.

They were moved by Gu Changsheng's fabricated "righteousness," and like martyrs, they gritted their teeth and let the formation frantically drain their life and cultivation.

"For Dongzhou! For the Alliance Leader!"

The solemn slogans echoed in the air above Tianlang Pass.

These top cultivators of the Eastern Continent, filled with a sacred sense of mission and the pride of self-sacrifice, are continuously giving their life's cultivation to their mortal enemies.

The Blood Swordsman at the center of the formation almost burst out laughing when he looked at the group of self-satisfied righteous old monsters above him.

He allowed the golden chains, which posed no real threat, to entangle him, closed his eyes, and quietly enjoyed the top-tier Nascent Soul essence transmitted through the array's central core.

The immense amount of pure energy flowed directly into the blood pool beneath the Great Yan capital through the spatial rift beneath their feet.

The blood pool churned and boiled, doubling in size once again.

……

At the same time.

Behind the Liuyun Sect, in the underground chamber of Changqing Peak.

Gu Yan remained seated cross-legged on the white jade cushion.

The room was completely silent.

Suddenly, Gu Yan's body trembled violently.

A vast, pure primordial energy, as pure as the ocean, flowed through the bloodline of the divine and demonic primordial spirit, crossing the void from the distant border and crashing into his dantian.

The essence of cultivation from nine Nascent Soul cultivators.

This is an immeasurable fortune.

Gu Yan opened his eyes.

The Divine Demon Nascent Soul frantically devoured the primordial power that was offered to it within his Qi Sea.

Gu Yan's cultivation level, which had just broken through to the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm, was once again weakened.

The solid barrier leading to the late Nascent Soul stage began to show fine cracks after being impacted by this enormous energy.

Gu Yan raised his hand, looked at the dark red blood light pulsating in his palm, and smiled.

He could almost hear Zhou Chongyue and Mo Tianwen's impassioned and tragic slogans from thousands of miles away.

"The easiest people to deceive in this world are not the greedy, but those who think they are on a moral high ground and are moved by some vague and illusory righteousness."

Gu Yan closed his eyes and guided the powerful energy to circulate through his meridians.

The solid barrier leading to the late Nascent Soul stage began to show fine cracks after being impacted by this enormous energy.

Gu Yan raised his hand, looked at the dark red blood light pulsating in his palm, and smiled.

He could almost hear Zhou Chongyue and Mo Tianwen's impassioned and tragic slogans from thousands of miles away.

"The easiest people to deceive in this world are not the greedy, but those who think they are on a moral high ground and are moved by some vague and illusory righteousness."

Gu Yan closed his eyes and guided the powerful energy to circulate through his meridians.