Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World
Chapter 500 - 262: Who Betrayed? You Should Have Said So Earlier! _2

Chapter 500: Chapter 262: Who Betrayed? You Should Have Said So Earlier! _2

But that was the only piece of good news; the rest was all bad news:

The sea water contained the spiritual power of an ancient array, significantly reducing the range of their divine souls’ perception, to less than one ten-thousandth of what it used to be.

And this grand array stretched for at least a thousand miles; for the six of them to search every inch would be exceedingly time-consuming and tedious.

What made matters worse was they couldn’t afford to just have a cursory look— the techniques of the Great Freedom Demon Sect were especially adept at hiding in the shadows, and the seabed was pitch black. The Netherworld Immortal might just be lurking in any shadow.

Not only did they dare not move quickly, they even dared not spread out too far, lest they fell into the Netherworld Immortal’s trap again.

Xie Qingxue and the others understood the urgency of the situation and were searching around, but there was a hint of irritation between their brows.

Compared to the others, Xie Qingxue had an additional layer of worry. She looked toward where the demon qi was gathering; though she couldn’t see the situation there, the mighty auras of the four Demon Race Divinity Transformations were so immense that she could roughly gauge the strength of the Demon Race.

She didn’t know whether... the Jiushan Realm could stop these Great Demons, save the commoners of the East Sea County, and her own junior brother.

...

Yan Wushuang was very anxious at the moment.

Zheng Fa had dispersed everyone to the other islands, leaving only himself, Zhang, and the Blood River Ancestor on Heavenly Palace Island.

Because there was no time to explain, the Jiushan Sect disciples naturally did not understand why, but from the situation, everyone could tell that they were preparing for the enemy’s invasion of the Jiushan Realm.

Yan Wushuang took a deep breath, the broadsword on his back flew into his hands, his eyebrows were tightly knit, as if pondering something.

Not just him, several Nascent Souls of the Yuan Taishang also had solemn expressions, looking towards Heavenly Palace Island.

On Heavenly Palace Island, Zheng Fa and Zhang exchanged glances and nodded to each other.

Beside them, the Blood River Ancestor had a conflicted expression, seemingly hesitant.

Zhang leaped forward, exiting the Jiushan Realm, and behind her came a voice transmission from Zheng Fa:

"Sister, if it’s impossible, just give up! The Blood Slaughter Flag, the resurrection of the Demon Ancestor, the Xuanwei Realm, none of them compare to you. If worse comes to worst, I’ll join the Supreme Dao!"

She smiled, and the Mountain and River Seal above her head brightened by three degrees, falling in front of the demon army.

Behind her was the Ten Thousand Leichis transformed from the Sun and Moon Clock.

"Just you alone?"

Seeing her standing alone in front of them, a green-faced Divinity Transformation from the Demon Race said.

Zhang did not speak, seemingly scornful.

The Mountain and River Seal above her head showed nine towering mountains, blocking thousands upon thousands of the Demon Race.

Her aura was so overwhelming that it wasn’t until this moment that the green-faced Divinity Transformation realized this woman was actually a Nascent Soul!

"You, a Nascent Soul, dare to stand in our way?"

"A Nascent Soul is enough to deal with you."

Zhang spoke now, her tone extremely flat with no fluctuations, as if stating a self-evident truth.

The green-faced Divinity Transformation could still tolerate, but the anger was visible on the faces of the three other Divinity Transformations beside him—the difference in strength between a Divinity Transformation and a Nascent Soul in the Xuanwei Realm was so great that describing it as a heavenly chasm wouldn’t be an exaggeration. This female Nascent Soul was not only challenging a Divinity Transformation but was challenging four.

It truly infuriated them.

But Zhang acted as if she didn’t see the anger of these people and spoke again: "As long as I am here, you shall not cross the Thunder Pool by even a step."

Her tone was still devoid of ripples, but the meaning of her words was even more infuriating.

The green-faced Divinity Transformation was now barely holding back, his face looking even greener.

He probably wasn’t one for many words, just his spiritual power surged, and the sea water beneath his feet whirled up like a tornado toward the sky, and when the water fell back down, a peculiar dharma body came into Zhang’s view.

It was a Flood Dragon, with a small protrusion on its head, a greenish skin, and dim yellow eyes as cold as snake eyes.

The Flood Dragon had four dragon claws growing on its body.

No!

The Flood Dragon had two claws and two hands!

He stood on the crest of the wave with his claws, but he still held the great halberd in his hands.

He seemed to be the leader among the four Demon Race Divinity Transformations, and as he revealed his dharma body, the other three also transformed—looking at the dharma bodies of the three, Zheng Fa felt his eyes burn.

One person was like a crab undergoing transformation, awkwardly sporting six legs, yet atop those legs were two large pincers.

The other two also seemed to follow a weird mix-and-match style, tinged with a hint of post-modernism.

This Great Freedom Demon Ancestor was indeed too unrestrained... it felt like it had the personality of an artist, quite a breakthrough in biological ethics.

Zheng Fa couldn’t help but glance at the Blood River Ancestor and asked in a low voice, "Is it possible that you’re unaware of them because your Demon Sect finds these things... too shameful to see?"

The Blood River Ancestor also had a contemplative look on his face as if thinking this reason made quite a bit of sense.

...

But eye-sores as they were, as the many years’ work of the Great Freedom Demon Ancestor, these peculiar dharma bodies were truly extraordinary!

Each of the Demon Race’s demon bodies had their unique features, such as that Flood Dragon which possessed the Water Control and Wind Summoning divine skills. Now having practiced the ways of the Great Freedom Demon Sect, it had gained some more divine skills—

Zheng Fa watched the yellow glint in the Flood Dragon’s eyes, his skin breaking out in goosebumps, his whole body uncontrollably shivering, feeling cold all over.

"This..."

"It’s our Holy Sect’s method."

The Blood River Ancestor next to him nodded in agreement.

Zheng Fa was also struck with awe; the methods of the Great Freedom Demon Sect were best at stirring people’s hearts, and now this peculiar looking Demon Race dharma body had combined the strengths of both schools...

He looked at Zhang’s silhouette.

Facing four Divinity Transformations, Zhang’s spine appeared extra straight. She glanced at the dharma bodies of the four Divinity Transformations, slightly curling her lips as if she found them ugly, looking disdainful.

Her expression was so clear, further enraging the four.

Zheng Fazheng was focused on watching, when suddenly two sets of footsteps came from behind. He looked back, and who else could it be but Master Pang and Elder Yuan?

"Master? Uncle Master? Weren’t you supposed to be calming the disciples..."