# Chapter 2979: Encountering the Corpse Clan Army
In this world, there are two things worthy of eternal reverence: one is the vast starry sky, and the other is one's own heart.
The starry sky is cold and dark, where mortals cannot survive. Only cultivators who have reached the Saint Realm can fly through the void, traveling among stars, secret realms, and ruined worlds.
In the darkness, an old yellow ox walked through the void, carrying on its back a thin-faced Daoist priest.
The priest appeared to be in his fifties, with prominent cheekbones and narrow eyes that gave him a fierce look. His black hair, streaked with some silver threads, was fixed by a snake-patterned iron hairpin—traces of weathered years.
He carried a sword on his back, wrapped in black cloth.
In his hands, he held another sword, but this one was as rough as a stone, coarse and unrefined. He treasured it like a precious gem, gripping it tightly with both hands, eyes closed as he comprehended something.
The old yellow ox's four hooves trod upon the void, moving at incredible speed, each step covering thousands of miles.
"Since the 'Wordless Sword Manual' has fallen into your hands, why not let me observe it as well? Once I step into the God Realm, you can pass me a divine sword, and I'll immediately become a strong one among the gods," the old yellow ox spoke, uttering human words.
The thin-faced priest on the ox's back remained leisurely with eyes closed, saying, "With your talent, even if you cultivate the Sword Dao, you won't accomplish much."
The old yellow ox stopped in its tracks, a look of dissatisfaction appearing in its fist-sized bovine eyes. "What's wrong with my talent? Is my Dragon-Elephant Prajna Palm not fierce enough, or is my Heavenly River Divine Fist not refined enough? When have Goose One and Goose Two ever beaten me?"
The thin-faced priest said, "You received my initiation, directly elevating your cultivation with Heaven and Earth Saint Qi, always staying ahead of them in realm, so you could defeat them. At the same cultivation level, defeating either of them would not be an easy task for you."
"Move!"
The old yellow ox raised its head, nostrils pointing to the sky, stubbornly saying, "No! If you don't make things clear today, I'm not moving! If my talent isn't high, then what counts as high?"
From its nostrils, two streams of white vapor shot out.
The thin-faced priest opened his narrow eyes, frowning. "Back when I was at the Hundred Shackles Realm, I could already cultivate the Divine Spirit Step. You're at the peak of Demi-God, yet you still haven't mastered it. Does that count as high talent?"
"You're a Space Controller; I'm not," the old yellow ox said.
The thin-faced priest said, "You're going to argue with me over such a trivial matter? I should never have let you out."
"It's not just this trivial matter—I've been holding it in for a long time! You want me to defeat Goose One and Goose Two, yet you refuse to teach me real skills. Tell me, if you won't let me cultivate the Sword Dao, how am I supposed to inherit your divine sword in the future?" the old yellow ox said.
The thin-faced priest was stunned. "Your ambition is quite grand—you want to inherit my divine sword?"
"You haven't even given me a single Divine Pill!" the old yellow ox said.
"You want a Divine Pill too?"
"I am your disciple. If you don't give it to me, you give it to others. Speaking of this, I'm furious. I regard you as my master, yet you treat me as a mount. How unfair is that?" the old yellow ox said.
The thin-faced priest was greatly angered. This ox was becoming more and more outrageous.
He jumped down from the ox's back and slapped it on the horn. "If it weren't for me, you would have been slaughtered by the butcher long ago, turned into beef bone soup in a pot."
"Nonsense! It was clearly my extraordinary talent that allowed me to stomp the butcher to death with one hoof. That's what you said—don't deny it! I remember it clearly." The old yellow ox's face stretched long, looking very displeased with the thin-faced priest.
The thin-faced priest was so angry his intestines twisted. He pointed his index finger at the old yellow ox for a long time, then said fiercely, "I'll stew you sooner or later!"
"Stew me then, as if I'm scared," the old yellow ox said.
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"I should never have taught you cultivation, you beast."
"See, I told you—you never treated me as a disciple! Teaching me cultivation was entirely so I could deal with Goose One and Goose Two. Was there any emotional investment in me? You didn't teach me with your whole heart. The reason I could defeat Goose One and Goose Two was fundamentally my own hard work."
"I need to invest emotion in you?"
"Of course! Oxen have feelings too. I invested emotion in you, regarding you as my master, as my father, yet you only saw me as a tool ox. Is that fair? It's not fair!"
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A Daoist and an ox argued in the starry sky.
The old yellow ox was very stubborn, always believing that the thin-faced priest only saw it as a tool ox, hiding things from it, not being sincere enough. Thus, it was very dissatisfied, stopped in its tracks, and refused to move forward.
The thin-faced priest, however, believed that with its aptitude, it wasn't yet qualified to be his disciple.
Besides, matters of emotion required mutual willingness; they couldn't be forced.
The thin-faced priest lost patience. "In short, until you reach the level of an Eon-level representative, I won't acknowledge you as my disciple. Hmm, it seems I need to throw you into the Starry Sky Battlefield to be properly tempered before you can recognize yourself."
The old yellow ox looked completely unafraid of boiling water. "Go ahead. I've long wanted to slaughter in all directions, directly declaring to the outside world that I am your disciple. Once my reputation spreads, even if you don't acknowledge it, it won't matter..."
"Shh! Don't speak."
The thin-faced priest sensed something. His gaze turned toward a certain direction in the universe, and a layer of star-mist-like Truth radiance appeared on his pupils.
Seeing his serious expression, the old yellow ox dared not disturb him and whispered, "What's wrong?"
"So much corpse Qi! How can this be? This is behind the Starry Sky Defense Line. Could a Corpse Clan army have quietly crossed the line? Let's go take a look."
The thin-faced priest put away the stone sword and jumped onto the old yellow ox's back.
The old yellow ox said, "Fine, business comes first! Let's set this aside for now. We'll argue another time. I refuse to be a tool ox!"
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In the starry sky millions of miles away, gray corpse Qi spread everywhere.
The corpse Qi was cold and yin-cold, as vast as an ocean, expanding outward. Thousands upon thousands of rotting corpses flew within it, surrounding a group of human cultivators wearing Daoist robes.
These human cultivators were all of high cultivation, having reached the Great Saint Realm. But the Corpse Clan's numbers were a thousand or ten thousand times greater, seemingly endless. From time to time, cultivators were injured or even fell.
"Ah..."
A scream rang out.
An Immortal Realm Great Saint was pierced through the chest by the claw of a Corpse Clan Great Saint covered in long black fur, its heart ripped out.
In an instant, that Great Saint's flesh turned black and dissolved into pus and blood.
Feng Qianshu, the highest in cultivation, saw this scene, his face changing drastically as he roared, "It's Yin-Shang Corpse Poison! Everyone be careful—once the corpse poison enters the body, even gods find it hard to save."
But it was too late.
Many Feng Clan Great Saints had already been injured, the corpse poison entering their bodies.
However, it wasn't as severe as that Great Saint's case, so with their deep cultivation, they could barely hold on. But the blood vessels beneath their skin had turned black, greatly affecting their combat power.
"The Corpse Clan's numbers are too many—we can't break out. How about I self-destruct my Saint Source to open a path for you?" A middle-aged Daoist nun with a fiery personality was ready to perish together with the enemy.
Feng Qianshu looked down at the Qiankun Space Pouch tied around his waist, untied it, and directly swallowed it into his stomach. "Don't be impulsive. I've already sent a message to Feng Xi True God. She'll come to support us soon. Hold on a little longer!"
"Damn it, how did the Corpse Clan army bypass the Starry Sky Defense Line? Aren't they afraid of having no way back?" A Feng Clan Great Saint said indignantly while swinging his sword to slash.
Someone exclaimed in alarm, "Not good! The corpse Qi also contains Yin-Shang Corpse Poison, which can penetrate protective Saint Qi and invade the body. I feel my blood Qi being corrupted, growing weaker and weaker."
There were over thirty Feng Clan Great Saints present. Looking at their gray-black skin, they all panicked.
Thinking they would soon turn into pus and blood, or become rotting corpses, no one could remain calm.
"Fight them to the death!"
"Even if we die, we'll take these Corpse Clan with us."
That middle-aged Daoist nun, whose cultivation had reached the Hundred Shackles Realm, ignited the blood in her body, turning into a dazzling light as she charged into the Corpse Clan ranks.
"No!"
"Yuanqing!"
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The Feng Clan Great Saints all had bloodshot eyes, filled with hatred and resentment.
Even though they had fought for years on the Starry Sky Battlefield and were accustomed to life and death, they still couldn't control their emotions.
Self-destructing the Saint Source required immense courage.
"Slap!"
A bolt of lightning in the shape of a feather tore through the corpse Qi, spanning a thousand miles, and struck the middle-aged Daoist nun who had flown out.
Before she could self-destruct her Saint Source, her physical body and Saint Source were shattered, her body exploding in the corpse Qi, turning into sparks.
From within the gray corpse Qi, a low and deep voice sounded, "You still want to self-destruct your Saint Source? Today, all of you will die. No one can escape."
The Feng Clan Great Saints were all stunned, staring like stone statues at the place where the Daoist nun had exploded, unable to accept this outcome. They couldn't even self-destruct their Saint Source?
A feeling of despair spread.
"Fight to the death, war!"
One by one, the Feng Clan Great Saints were enraged, their vengeful emotions surging. They ignited their Saint Blood and charged recklessly into the corpse Qi.
Feng Qianshu also wanted to charge out, but was stopped by two Thousand Questions Realm Great Saints.
One of the Thousand Questions Realm Great Saints said, "Don't forget, you have something more important to do. All of us can die, but you cannot. You must deliver the item to the True God personally."
"Kill!"
The two Thousand Questions Realm Great Saints flew out, burning both their lifespan and Saint Blood simultaneously. They unleashed Sacred Arts, and Corpse Clan cultivators fell in droves, turning into broken corpses and shattered bones.
But the Feng Clan Great Saints continued to fall before Feng Qianshu's eyes.
Even though Feng Qianshu was iron-willed and merciless, tears welled up in his eyes at this moment. He let out a long roar, lifted a heavy sword, and charged into the Corpse Clan army, trying to break through.
"Moo!"
A deafening ox cry rang out simultaneously with Feng Qianshu's roar.
Above the rolling corpse Qi, a hoof as thick as a mountain stomped down, crushing four Corpse Clan Great Saints who were intercepting Feng Qianshu, turning them into four pools of rotting blood.
Feng Qianshu was also sent flying by the force of the ox hoof's impact.
The more than twenty surviving Feng Clan Great Saints were all shocked, not knowing which mighty being had arrived, friend or foe? This combat power was terrifying!