All Heavenly destiny reduced to ashes
Chapter 517 - 131: A Hundred Varieties of Martial Arts, This is the Missile Flying Sword! (9k Mega - )

Chapter 517: Chapter 131: A Hundred Varieties of Martial Arts, This is the Missile Flying Sword! (9k Mega Chapter)

A hazy mist shrouded the northern forests of Broken Blade Mountain, the torrential rain seeming to possess a life of its own as it enveloped the cold air and pelted down, blending with the thunderclaps overhead to pound the earth, hindering the Wind Chasing Cavalry at every step.

Weng Cuiyu, with her own strength alone, blocked a whole unit of Wind Chasing Cavalry led by a Foundation Establishment Martial General. Even the iron carts and fire rockets specifically designed to burn down forests turned into waste metal in the swamp under nature’s wrathful thunderstorm.

To "call the wind and summon the rain" has always been a power of Divine Skill. Weng Cuiyu’s Fate Pattern, "Mountain Range Darkness," provided extra enhancement to this ability. Now, seated upon the Spirit Vein in the Broken Blade Mountain Blessed Land, she naturally formed a formation by herself and could confront the Martial Army.

However, amidst the constant thunder and the blurred veil of rain, several dark shadows quietly crept in from the southeastern side of the mountain range. Surprisingly, Weng Cuiyu’s attention was drawn to the battlefield in front, and she failed to notice these elite troops advancing in stealth without making a sound.

Nevertheless, with superior troop strength, mobility, and tactical initiative, the Iron Cavalry followed the human tactic of feigning in one direction and attacking in another. The Demon Spirit failed to notice for a moment, allowing them to sneak into the periphery of the Broken Blade Peak Spirit Land.

But even this elite force couldn’t proceed any further upon reaching this place, for Weng Cuiyu’s true body rested on the mountainside of Broken Blade Peak, resembling a cream-colored gemstone embedded within the mountain.

Countless reddish-brown and dark green vines spread from its true body down its back, sinking deep between the Spirit Vein and the mountain itself. No one could avoid a Demon Spirit’s perception under such circumstances.

But those who are not human could.

In the dark, the shapes of the shadows began to twist, wriggle, and decompose into large clusters of bugs, human form but a disguise for them.

Quickly, a swarm of Demon Moths, resembling actual moths, slipped into the Netherworld, silently approaching the peak. Rings of sinister dark purple patterns surrounded their bodies. Though the Gold Fiend’s and Poison Fiend’s corrosion along the way disintegrated many of them, a few still managed to bypass and arrive at the entrance of the Primordial Spirit Cave.

[Sure enough, all the Demon Shedding has been eliminated. Who did this?]

[It was An Jing...]

[Incredible, all the Demon Shedding has been destroyed, and even the Dragon Shedding prepared for Ice Chi Scale Skin...]

These dark voices didn’t sound like Heavenly Demons but more like human beings. True Demon Sect followers, controlling the bodies of Heavenly Demons, inspected the entire Primordial Spirit Cave and quickly identified the core node: [The recovery speed of the Primordial Spirit Immaculate Wood is much faster than we estimated. Strange, didn’t An Jing take the Primordial Spirit Sword Lotus? How is the Immaculate Wood not severely damaged?]

[It’s a bit worse than expected. We must destroy it immediately...]

Boom!

At the very moment the Demon Moths arrived at the Primordial Spirit Cave, they were detected by the unmanned drones that An Jing had placed inside.

In Linjiang City, An Jing, who was arranging for the residents to seek shelter near the government office, immediately noticed when the Demon Moths entered the Primordial Spirit Cave. His brow furrowed as he turned his gaze to the Water Mirror.

"Indeed." He frowned: "War is but a means to an end, whether it is the Frost Riders’ ice dragon raid or the battlefield in front, it is all for one purpose."

"How could I possibly let you succeed."

Grasping the enemy’s core pain point, one can naturally strike a heavy blow without deviating in thought; An Jing knew their goal was to unseal the Bitter Silence, naturally, he wouldn’t give them any opportunity.

Inside the Primordial Spirit Cave, the Immaculate Wood abruptly raised a shield. Before the Demon Moths could react to the reason, a fleet of self-destructive drones flew out towards them, swarming in.

Then, it was self-destruction!

Intense bursts of Sun Flame erupted from the entrance of the Primordial Spirit Cave, like a fiery rainbow. Weng Cuiyu, who was fighting the Wind Chasing Cavalry, immediately sensed something was amiss.

She turned in astonishment, immediately understanding what had happened, and infuriated at allowing someone to sneak past her, she roared: [Ambush!]

The Tree Sea Demon Spirit immediately lifted its true body. Numerous vines and roots surged up to guard the Primordial Spirit Cave. It was only then that the spirit shockingly realized that the entire Blessed Land was surrounded by swarms of Demons; she was unknowingly ensnared!

When the countless shadows realized they had been discovered, they rose tumultuously from the shadows of the forest, like a churning tide. The air turned pitch-black in an instant, as if the world itself had transformed into the Netherworld Demon Realm. Among them, many Ghost Shadows merged into one and transformed into three huge and different Demons.

One was an amorphous ’Evil Born Demon’ with sharp teeth and numerous eyes, its decayed body unaltered as it had not consumed the creatures of the Present World, retaining its original form. Yet this did not mean it was weak; on the contrary, the miasma veiling it was even more terrifying, turning the nearby forest to ashes at a mere touch.

One was intangible, a vague shadow of a gray-black bird or possibly a female figure, known as a ’Shadow Heart Demon.’ It latches onto the shadows of sentient beings, seducing and warping their thoughts towards Demonic Degeneration. In combat, it can also manipulate Demonic Qi to empower its allies.

The last was a tall human male, a Giant Spirit Kind, with a burly stature, muscles hammered and honed like a towering iron edifice, evidently a Grandmaster of the Dust Li Martial Meridian who had succumbed to Demonic Degeneration.

[Three Martial Meridian Demons... has the True Demon Sect of the Northern Border come out in full force?]

Besieged by powerful foes, Weng Cuiyu prepared for a firm defense, while on the main battlefield, the situation also began to deteriorate.

The Frost Riders moved like the wind in the icy weather. Since their raid on Linjiang City had failed, they wheeled around and struck at the rear of Da Chen’s Martial Army. Hang Mofeng, who had been prepared, commanded the Golden Armored Guards to form up and lift the earth, creating hillocks amid the ice and snow to serve as strongholds within the battle formation.