The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 492

Chapter 492: Chapter 295: Ancient Hereditary Species, Hanging Sky Sparrow_2

Ah!!!

A sharp, miserable scream sounded as the Sword Qi split open the Demon Furnace. At that moment, the vicious bird targeted several elders. Opening its beak, forged like blackened metal, a stream of black light surged out. Two elders could not dodge in time and were swallowed instantly by the black light. After a brief struggle, their bodies immediately exploded, turning into a mist of blood.

“Beast!”

Seeing the two elders die instantly, the leader of the Ghost Soul Sect could not contain his fury. Despite them simply being mixed pill elders, part of the lowest level of the Core Formation realm, they were, after all, still in the Core Formation realm. Their status was enough to hold up the reputation of the Ghost Soul Sect when they were abroad.

“You all brought this upon yourselves!”

After shattering the bodies of the two Core Formation elders and consuming the blood mist they left behind, the vicious bird became even more savage, its eyes showing madness.

Initially, it had been wary of the Human Immortals within the sect, but now that they were trying to kill it, there was no need for caution. It planned to deal with these fellows first before making its escape. While Human Immortals do have vast Divine Power, they cannot chase it forever.

This was a life-or-death battle where all involved, whether they were the besieged practitioners or the besieging cultivators, were fighting with utter determination, undeterred by risk or danger. No one even wondered why this fight had begun.

“So weak!”

The shocking battle affecting hundreds of miles was being evaluated indifferently by a spectator assuming a nonchalant posture, his tone flat, and even laced with some contempt and dissatisfaction.

“Too weak!”

Another elder was swept under the vicious bird’s sharp beak, his body shattered so tragically that the instigator showed no sympathy, only shaking his head, sighing,

“No wonder they are considered heterodox. They have no potential at all.”

Observing the performance of these Core Formation cultivators from the Ghost Soul Sect while battling, Feng Qing’an could clearly see the reality. He finally understood the power disparity that could exist among cultivators.

Among ordinary people, a robust fighter who mastered combat skills could take on two, three, or even ten opponents singlehandedly. However, when they entered the path of cultivation, the gap could widen to a despair-inducing extent.

At the Qi Condensation stage, an Independent Practitioner with just fundamental cultivation skills could only conjure a few strands of True Qi. Compared to those from Taoism who could transform into top-tier geniuses, there was no need to compare the disparities.

Claiming one could take on a hundred was an exaggeration since true geniuses would merely slaughter these Qi Condensation Independent Practitioners without any lineage, no matter their number.

Even within those with spirit inheritance, there were different ranks. Each realm could be divided into nine levels. If one could not excel in each realm they traversed, the gap would become more apparent.

Take, for instance, these mixed pill cultivators who were being carelessly slaughtered by this high-ranking demon. When they initially stepped into cultivation, weren’t they also praised as geniuses by those around them?

Of course they were. However, a little slack or a lack of talent or luck could widen the gap. One mistake leads to countless others.

In the end, only a lower-third rank pill was produced. When they faced cultivators in the same realm who produced top three golden pills, they were just like fish on the chopping block, easily slaughtered, absolutely defenseless.

Take this supreme demon king. Although it didn’t classify itself as the human race did, it had its own standards. It was undeniably comparable to someone in Taoism who produced top three golden pills and was likely to become a Human Immortal.

Its bloodline potential could support it to break through and become a Demon Immortal. Therefore, it slaughtered these mixed pill cultivators as if it were a chick pecking at grubs, taking one after another.

If it weren’t for the member of the Ghost Soul Sect wielding a half-Immortal artifact and a few other middle-ranked elders with top-grade magical artifacts, leaving only the mixed pill cultivators to face the beast, the demon bird would have devoured everything in a short while.

“In the past, you practiced inhuman methods and behaved like demons. Today you are devoured by a demon. This is karmic retribution, you deserve this fate.”

In the middle of this brutal fight, when more than half of the sect elders had died, Feng Qing’an didn’t feel any pity. Instead, he cheered, believing that there was only a thin line between heterodox and wicked ways.

The difference lies in practitioners’ ability to suppress their greed, and the majority of cultivators can’t control it. Helpless ordinary people are too tempting for them. Killing one could compensate for several years of cultivation. Who could resist?

“This big sparrow is somewhat interesting!”

[Species: Hanging Sky Sparrow]

[Characteristics: Demon, Bird, Gold]

[Potential Level: Emperor·Lower grade]

[Combat Strength: Monarch·Upper grade]

“It’s a shame, you’ve eaten too many people!”

Seeing how the cultivators of Ghost Soul Sect couldn’t deal with the demon king, Feng Qing’an decided to stop watching the show. He waved his hand lightly, and a stream of bloody sword lights instantly shot out from his hand.

As the sword lights filled the sky, they instantly transformed into thirty-six bloody long swords, and on each sword, a figure appeared.

A gloomy, forbidding young man whose quiet presence was intimidating; a graceful woman in a white skirt and golden crown, looking down at all beings with an aloof demeanor; a young man in a torn gray robe seemed to be worrying about the world; a maiden surrounded by thousands of spectral souls…

One after another, they were either male or female, each with distinct appearance and temperament, indicating they were unusual. At the sight of these very young beings, the remaining elder’s eyes instantly reflected awe and excitement.

These were the source behind the sect leader’s order for them to descend the mountain and exterminate the demonic hordes, to hunt and harvest the demons’ blood energy to nurture them.

It was rumored that these were the sword arrays found by the three elders on their journey, which were unfortunately severely damaged and required the essence of demon’s blood energy to slowly recover.

It was said that once their power is fully restored, and they regain the glory of their heyday, the Ghost Soul Sect could take another step forward. Moreover, there are whispers behind closed doors.

The elder not only found the sword array, but also reclaimed the Profound Dao Orthodoxy leading to longevity. The elder’s absence is due to the conversion to this orthodoxy.

Because of these rumours, they fought desperately, as they too wanted a piece of the cultivation skill. Even if they themselves were unfit, they can give it a try for their descendants. It was worth the risk, even if it meant paying with their own lives.

The sect would remember their sacrifice!

“What is this?”

A menacing bird with several burn marks on its body looked at the swords hovering around in astonishment, a trace of fear appearing in its eyes. These bloody swords seemed harmless individually, but when their energies intertwined, they gave a thrilling sensation, making it feel as if it was about to fall right here, right now.

Roar~

The roar of beasts shook the heavens and the earth, making the shattered mountains and rivers tremble, but to no avail. Because the moment these sword spirits appeared, the Demon Subduing Sword Array has already been constructed.

Zing~

Zing~

Thirty-six Demon Subduing Swords vibrated simultaneously, and a bloody purgatory descended. The monstrous ferocity took on several rounds of fierce combat, and the top demon king, who had devoured nearly ten elders of mixed pills, fell into it, and was immediately subjected to the most brutal killing!

Tens of thousands of sword energies wrapped around its body, causing its feathers to drift and its flesh to turn, making it immovable. It could only let out angry roars constantly.

“What are you guys waiting for? Standing there and watching the show? Why haven’t you donated all your magic power?”

A youth standing on a bloody sword, with a gloomy expression, turned to look at the elders who had stopped their hands. After a scolding, these guys finally realized what was happening and quickly contributed their True Qi and magic power. Compared to fighting against the beast, contributing some magic power was nothing.

“Ghost Soul Sect, even if I fall into reincarnation, I will never let you go. I swear, the day I return from reincarnation, is the day your sect will be destroyed!”