Chapter 771: The Foundation of a Holy Land
At this moment, a Greatly Accomplished King spoke, wanting to mobilize the family’s foundation, causing many to feel fear and astonishment, eager to understand.
Foundation, for the countless cultivators of the world, was a mysterious and eerie term. Everyone knew that the various Holy Lands possessed terrifying foundations, but few knew what they truly represented.
The Azure Dragon transformed to the height of a man, its divine might undiminished but its movements more agile. It transformed into a beam of cyan light and charged forward, striking out with a dragon claw. Dao imprints flickered, and divine sounds rumbled.
All around, people rapidly retreated, feeling as if their eardrums would split and their divine souls would destabilize, on the verge of a great calamity that would shatter them to dust.
Dragon Battles in the Wilderness!
A secret art of the Dragon Clan. Its body swept across the sky like a steel Great Wall, mowing down everything in its path. It swept down a patch of cyan radiance, forming a divine domain. Wang Lie retreated like a ghost, dodging the strike.
“Clang!”
Wang Lie opened his mouth and spat out a demonic zither. He plucked it forcefully, and a strand of sound waves flew out, as sharp as a heavenly blade, cutting open a great rift in the void, trying to swallow the Azure Dragon.
A flash of cyan light, and the dragon soared through the sky, crossing thousands of zhang in an instant. Then, with a soft cry, its dragon roar shook the nine heavens, shattering that strand of sound waves.
Neither of the two Greatly Accomplished Kings clashed head-on. They were testing each other at first, but even these minor techniques carried great killing intent. If a Sect Leader had stepped forward, they would surely have been separated from their corpse long ago.
Many cultivators of the Wang Clan faced the sacred land, murmuring incantations like spells, offering worship.
Deep accumulation, long-lasting great fortune, ancient heritage, unfathomable depth—this was how some people perceived the Holy Lands, believing this to be their foundation.
But those who truly understood would only shake their heads in dread, because this was far from enough. The so-called foundation was a truly immortal deterrent, consisting of concrete objects.
The sharp clang of swords rang through the sky. Wang Lie rapidly plucked the demonic zither, sending strands of sound waves that could pierce metal and split stone, rushing forward like waves.
The Azure Dragon soared across the sky. With a flap of its wings, the sky was filled with dragon shadows, tens of thousands of them. With one strike, ripples spread, the sound waves annihilated, and the peaks outside the sacred land shattered one after another, turning to dust.
“Kill!”
At this moment, Wang Lie let out a great roar. The probing was over, and the fierce assault finally began. He unleashed a secret art of the Great Dao, his entire body shrouded in divine rings. His appearance was solemn and majestic, his bravery unparalleled.
A blazing sun flickered in his left eye and flew out. An ancient moon sank in his right eye, also manifesting, expanding infinitely, pressing forward.
Sun-Moon Reincarnation Seal!
This secret art was extremely difficult to master. During cultivation, it could easily damage the eyes, often leading to permanent blindness, but its power was extraordinary.
The Azure Dragon was the height of a man, its body nearly indistinguishable from a true dragon, except for an extra pair of divine wings. Cyan radiance coiled around it, extremely divine and martial. Dragon blood flowed within its body, making its physical form far stronger than other races.
The pair of horns on its head were like the sharpest holy swords in the world, carving out streaks of cyan light, splitting the sky, clashing against the Sun-Moon Reincarnation Seal.
Booming sounds erupted as the man and dragon collided, engaging in a fierce battle. The spectators were dazzled and dazed—this was a clash of Greatly Accomplished Kings!
The duel between Greatly Accomplished Kings was incredibly fast. Many couldn’t even see clearly, and in no time, hundreds of exchanges had passed.
“Pfft!”
The Azure Dragon let out a long roar. Its dragon claw descended, tearing off three ribs from the withered but terrifyingly powerful Wang Lie. Blood gushed out, and the aura of the Great Dao surged.
“Roar…”
At the same time, it itself suffered severe injuries. One of its cyan divine wings was torn off by Wang Lie. Dragon blood splattered, staining the sky red.
“Children, what are you waiting for? Break through the Wang Clan’s sacred land, destroy this ancient aristocratic family, and avenge our people!” the Barbarian Clan Chief roared.
“Kill! Slaughter these uncivilized savages! Don’t let a single one escape! Annihilate them all!” the people of the Wang Clan also roared.
They mobilized all their strength. If not for this critical moment, with the calamity of clan extinction looming, who would have seen a Greatly Accomplished King take action?
Moreover, whether it was those walking the current world or Great Powers who had retired thousands of years ago, all soared into the sky. The Wang Clan’s experts were fully deployed.
“Kill!”
Tens of thousands of iron cavalry charged, bypassing the two Greatly Accomplished Kings, and pounced on the Wang Clan’s sacred land. Fearless, they vied to be first, their battle blood boiling.
“Kill them all!” the Wang Clan’s people also roared. Ancient war chariots and warships appeared in the sky.
Only at such a moment of life-and-death crisis could the strength of an ancient aristocratic family be fully displayed. People would find it far more terrifying than imagined.
“The Wang Clan has too many experts. If their foundation emerges, how can we resist?” Li Tian felt his hair stand on end.
The Barbarian Clan Chief did not respond, but he was very calm. He simply waved his hand forcefully and said, “Children, kill!”
Before coming to the Northern Plains, Ye Fan had mentioned the issue of foundation to the Barbarian Clan Chief. The other party had said nothing, clearly unafraid.
“Then let’s kill! Attack the Wang Clan’s sacred land and see what’s inside!” Ye Fan held a heavenly sword in his left hand and a spear in his right, both looted.
“Clang!”
With one sword strike, he cleaved an ancient ship as large as a mountain. The numerous Wang Clan experts inside were reduced to blood and bone. His spear thrust forward, piercing through nine ancient war chariots in a row, shattering them all. Human lives were cheaper than grass.
“Boom!”
Within the sacred land, a terrifying aura surged, as if the world were ending. Like a million volcanoes erupting simultaneously, a terrifying pattern of lines appeared, pressing forward.
This was the might of a supreme holy weapon, left behind by a Great Sage of the Wang Clan from ancient times. It now awakened, its divine might surging forward.
The Barbarian Clan Chief roared. The stone axe suspended in the air also trembled violently. Beside him were at least a thousand iron cavalry, including many Great Powers. All of them steamed with blood and qi, jointly channeling this weapon.
The powerful aura immediately pressed back, surging toward the sacred land, greatly reducing the pressure on the crowd. One could imagine how terrifying this stone axe would be if tens of thousands of barbarian warriors jointly channeled it.
“Kill!”
Ye Fan still attacked from the due west, leading nine thousand iron cavalry, trying to break in. He, Yan Yixi, and Li Tian controlled the Divine Maiden Furnace and were fearless.
Many ancient ships and war chariots were shot down, but at this moment, a vast aura surged. The sky was filled with a dark, oppressive mass—over a hundred ancient fortresses rose, shaking people’s hearts.
War Fortresses!
They were entirely forged from refined gold, tempered a thousand times, indestructible and immortal. Far more terrifying than ancient ships and war chariots, they were like small cities.
The nine thousand iron cavalry all halted. There was simply no way to charge through. The dark, oppressive mass was especially chilling.
Each War Fortress was a steel divine city, difficult to breach. They stood in front like a line of impregnable passes blocking the way.
The nine thousand iron cavalry were silent, covered in bloodstains. Facing these cold War Fortresses, it was too difficult for them to break through with their savage beasts. The fortresses were inscribed with Dao imprints, hard to shatter.
However, not a single person showed fear or discouragement. They retreated methodically, slowly. To attack an ancient aristocratic family without paying a price was a naive thought. Everyone had long accepted the possibility of death.
When they had retreated far enough, a living fossil roared, “Raise your spears!”
The nine thousand iron cavalry, every barbarian warrior, held a blood-red war spear. The spear tips were cold, dark, and deep, flickering with eerie radiance.
“Kill!”
At this moment, nine thousand people roared in unison. The blood qi from their crown points suddenly intensified several times over. Every one of them was nearly berserk, their combat power soaring.
“Blood Spear Art!”
That living fossil roared, commanding all the barbarian warriors to display another life-slaying grand art. Their entire bodies glowed, dripping with blood. Each one was like forged steel, resolute and powerful.
“Kill!”
When this command was issued, everyone let out a long cry and forcefully hurled their war spears. Nine thousand beams of blood light pierced through the sky, flying toward the steel divine cities.
This was even more fierce and terrifying than the Divine Arrow Art! Nine thousand beams of blood light, containing the iron will of the barbarian warriors, infused with all their battle qi, swept away all obstacles.
A strange sound arose, as if tearing through the nine heavens and ten lands, enraging the gods. Wailing howls and terrifying booms erupted simultaneously.
The Wang Clan’s people initially sneered, thinking to use War Fortresses, such terrible war tools, to grind the barbarian army to dust. But now, they were all shocked.
“Boom!”
The first massive metal city shattered, followed by the second, the third… one after another, they cracked.
Nine thousand blood spears, blotting out the sky, each one had the soul and divine power of a barbarian warrior burning within, imbued with life, extremely powerful.
“Rumble…”
Over a dozen ancient iron cities, as large as mountains, disintegrated, breaking apart in the sky, destroyed.
Everyone was shocked. Although over eighty steel divine cities remained, they couldn’t withstand such an assault. They would all be destroyed sooner or later.
However, the barbarian warriors also paid a heavy price. Every one of them had a somewhat pale face, having lost some color.
“Boom!”
Ye Fan, like a humanoid ferocious beast, charged to the front alone. With a single Six Paths Reincarnation Fist, he blasted an iron city into fragments with his own combat power.
He pressed forward fearlessly, continuing to fight. The barbarian warriors also roared, unleashing another round of Blood Spear Art, breaking through the shackles of time and space to land.
“Boom!”
Another batch of War Fortresses was destroyed, ceasing to exist, leaving only a tremor like a star field quaking.
“Woo…”
War horns sounded. War Fortresses, ancient ships, war chariots—dense and countless—flooded the sky, crushing forward. Barbarian warriors who failed to retreat were instantly turned into meat paste, transformed into blood mist, dying in patches.
The fierce battle reached a fever pitch. Both sides clashed intensely. Corpses continuously fell from the sky. The ground was already stained red with blood.
“Ah…”
A loud cry came from not far away. The roars of Wang Lie and the Azure Dragon collapsed the dragon veins of the Wang Clan’s territory. The King-level battle at the center had concluded.
Wang Lie’s crown point had been torn open, with several claw holes. His primordial spirit was split, and his five viscera and six bowels had all been dug out by the dragon’s claws. His torso was nearly destroyed.
The Azure Dragon was not much better. Both divine wings had been torn off, and its lower body had been severed, dripping with blood. Only half of its upper body remained, and even one of its dragon horns had been broken off.
This was a brutal battle. Both sides suffered severe injuries. Although their physical forms could be repaired, they had been severed by the Dao, leaving hidden wounds that would be hard to heal in a short time.
The barbarian army retreated. The Wang Clan’s forces withdrew to the front of their sacred land. The two sides separated again, facing off. The two Greatly Accomplished Kings also returned to their ranks.
“Worship the foundation! Protect our clan! Slay all great enemies!” Wang Lie roared. Though severely wounded, his voice still shook heaven and earth, threatening to shatter people’s primordial spirits.
“Rumble!”
Within the sacred land, nine Purple-Gold Divine Howling Beasts pulled a line of ancient war chariots, rumbling out. On the chariots, several cubic meters of Divine Source were piled together, shining with boundless light, drowning a figure within.
These source blocks ranged from millstone-sized to fingernail-sized. Having so many piled together was astonishing.
Vaguely, one could see a person with hair as white as snow, their life force extinct, sitting cross-legged within. They were tall and imposing, awe-inspiring.
This was one type of Holy Land foundation!
“Invite the Dark King Ancestor to take action!” A group of Wang Clan people kowtowed, their voices like a mountain collapse and a tsunami.
However, the figure in the Divine Source pile did not move at all, showing no reaction, like an ice sculpture, devoid of any life.
“So it’s the Dark Demon King. I thought it was someone else. What a pity, he has passed away and cannot awaken.” From the barbarian camp, a thin, withered old man walked forward. With every step he took, heaven and earth trembled.
Though he was not tall, he was as imposing as an ancient giant, causing the entire region to shake because of him alone.
The Azure Dragon, though its body was broken in half, was now extremely excited, pouncing over like it had seen a loved one, rubbing its cyan dragon head against the old man’s shoulder.
“Little Azure, so many years have passed. Every time I see you, I think of my elder brother,” the thin, withered old man said. Like his clansmen, he wore animal skin clothes, baring one arm, and patted the Azure Dragon’s head.
“The Barbarian Ancient War God is immortal!”
“Heaven blesses our clan!”
“Long live the Barbarian King! Invincible in battle! Unstoppable in attack!”
All the barbarian warriors roared with excitement. Even some of the Great Powers within the clan showed shocked expressions, then roared themselves. Even they hadn’t expected this old man to still be alive.
The Barbarian King, a Greatly Accomplished King who had lived for three thousand seven hundred years, was still at the peak of his blood qi, showing no signs of decline.
He was the biological younger brother of the previous old clan chief. He had vanished for over a thousand years, and even the clansmen thought he had passed away. No one expected him to appear here today.
“Wang Lie, I’ve heard of you. You’ve wounded my elder brother’s old companion so severely. Today, I will take your head!”
The Barbarian King stepped forward. Though not imposing, he made everyone tremble with fear.
“So a Barbarian King has appeared. Worthy of the Barbarian Ancient War God Tribe. Truly fearsome.” Wang Lie’s heart tightened. In ancient times, the barbarian clan’s battle blood shocked the world, their physical bodies unmatched. Except for the Sacred Body, they were the strongest.
Such a Barbarian King must have the Barbarian Ancient War Blood flowing within him. Just thinking about that power made his scalp tingle.
“Invite the Dark King Ancestor to take action!” The Wang Clan’s people roared, all frantic.
However, the white-haired old man sitting cross-legged in the Divine Source pile, though tall and imposing, did not move at all, devoid of any life.
“Swish!”
The Barbarian King’s speed was too fast. In the blink of an eye, he vanished and appeared beside Wang Lie. He struck like thunder. Blinding light erupted, and roars, shouts, and divine power fluctuations burst forth simultaneously.
“Pfft!”
In the end, a wave of blood surged. A headless corpse fell. The Barbarian King retreated with Wang Lie’s head in hand, instantly returning to his own camp.
The Wang Clan side fell silent. Everyone’s face was pale. Meanwhile, the barbarian side roared.
“Long live the Barbarian King!”
“Invincible battle blood!”
A Great Power of the Wang Clan shouted, “No more holding back! Revive the holy weapon! Use all our foundation! Annihilate these savages! Kill the Barbarian King! Kill the Sacred Body!”
“You want to kill me? Today, I’ll cut you down first,” Ye Fan said loudly.
“Ye, you brat! Leading tens of thousands of iron cavalry to destroy our clan’s heritage—you deserve death!” a group of people shouted.
“Swish!”
Ye Fan activated the Stride Art, carrying the Divine Maiden Furnace in his bosom, and shot forward like lightning. With a “pfft,” he used the Weapon Art to unexpectedly seize control of the enemy’s weapon, decapitating that Great Power, grabbing his head, and retreating.
Taking the enemy commander’s head amidst ten thousand troops, as if entering an empty land. First the Barbarian King, then Ye Fan—such methods dealt a massive blow to the Wang Clan.
“Kill! Overwhelming!”
“Kill! Unmatched under heaven!”
“Kill! Peerless in the world!”
The barbarian iron cavalry roared, shaking heaven and earth.
“Crack!”
Suddenly, on the ancient war chariot pulled by the nine Purple-Gold Divine Howling Beasts, several large chunks of source fell from the pile of Divine Source.
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