Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 426 - 295: Blustering and Declining Fortune

Chapter 426: Chapter 295: Blustering and Declining Fortune

The great battle between the two realms had just begun, the Golden Wall was shrouded in smoke from all directions, screams of killing shook the heavens, and powerful Daoist divine powers erupted one after another, each time annihilating a large number of zombie ghosts.

Above the Abyss, the battle was intensely fierce beyond imagination, from Nascent Soul Ghost Kings fighting at the top to hordes of demon ghosts invading Zhao’s Cloud Boat at the bottom.

In this confined Empty Domain of merely a hundred miles, the battlefield splintered into countless large and small groups of combatants, where Cultivators died every moment, Floating battle ships fell from the sky, and massive armies of zombie ghosts plummeted into the Abyss.

Looking at it, the whole situation was simply complex and chaotic to the extreme.

Zhao Sheng dodged the pursuit of the Flying Sky Netherworld King and flew back to his Cloud Boat.

As soon as he landed on deck, he saw hundreds of Mourning Ghosts besieging the Cloud Boat, with dark ghostly fog pervading the deck and cabin, and the screeching of eerie ghostly cries, piercing to the ear.

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His expression turned cold, and with a sweep of his hands outward, a circle of golden flames surged out of nowhere, spreading like a massive wave in all directions, instantly covering a hundred yards.

“Burning Heaven!”

As Zhao Sheng yelled, the sea of golden flames suddenly darkened to a deeper gold. The already extreme heat of melting gold and iron climbed infinitely, instantly burning the ghostly fog to nothing, and the ghostly wails stopped abruptly. The hundred Mourning Ghosts didn’t even have time to emit a wail before they were all turned into ash.

What was miraculous was that the Cloud Boat, amidst the fire sea, was unscathed, showing Zhao Sheng’s meticulous control over his divine power.

“Ancestor! You are safe, that’s great.” Zhao Qing, a Foundation Establishment Clan Member, flew out of the control chamber, extremely agitated.

Zhao Sheng waved his hand and transmitted his Divine Sense to instruct him to return immediately and take control of the Cloud Boat.

Then, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged on the deck, bringing his hands together in a spell, and as a “Sun” rose behind him, the Golden Crow True Fire from his Dantian burst forth, instantly fusing into the illusion of a Golden Core.

In an instant, the “Sun” illusion radiated endless intense heat, as if a real Great Sun had descended into the world.

“Bright Sun Mirror, appear!”

With a low shout, two streaks of light burst forth from inside Zhao Sheng and flashed up to either side of the Cloud Boat’s Void, revealing two mirrors about a yard in diameter, perfectly clear.

The next second, the mirror surfaces of the Bright Sun Mirror, suddenly projecting a Great Sun, burst forth with dazzling white light.

Endless light and heat spread out from the Bright Sun Mirror in all directions, and the Void to the left and right of the Cloud Boat suddenly had two more dazzling “Suns.”

For a moment, atop Zhao’s Cloud Boat, three Great Suns fiercely burned, erupting with boundless light and heat.

Yet under Zhao Sheng’s perfect control of his Burning Sky Divine Ability, not a single bit of light or heat leaked out; all of it moved and churned in a perfect spherical space of a hundred yards.

From afar, it appeared as if Zhao’s Cloud Boat was carrying three suns, swiftly maneuvering through the battlefield, leaving vast seas of fire wherever it passed, incinerating countless ghostly creatures and Evil Ghosts.

Zhao Sheng multitasked flawlessly, controlling every trace of True Yuan as he thought, instantly generating hundreds of Fire Pearls, each one precisely incinerating a zombie or ghostly creature.

Perhaps due to the inherent dominance of his attributes, or perhaps because Golden Crow True Fire was the natural nemesis of zombie ghosts, few Golden Core-level Golden Armored Corpses and Fierce Ghosts dared to confront Zhao Sheng head-on.

And higher-tier entities like the Flying Sky Netherworld King and Thousand-year Ghost King were intercepted by Nascent Soul Ancestors of this realm, unable to free themselves to trouble Zhao Sheng.

Thus, for a time, Zhao Sheng was mowing down enemies like grass, fighting his way through with ease and no surprises.

The battlefield had become far too chaotic and intense, so at Zhao Sheng’s suggestion, Zhao’s Cloud Boat gradually retreated to the edge of the battlefield to avoid being affected by powerful combat groups.

Four hours later, the situation on the battlefield had drastically changed—the Tianzhu Realm side had taken full advantage of the terrain, clearly gaining the upper hand. The formidable entities like Flying Sky Netherworld Kings and Ghost Kings, either died or fled. Most had been eradicated, with the remaining few no longer posing a threat and having no significant impact.

Yet, even then, the phenomenon of Spiritual Energy backflow continued persistently, and massive zombie ghosts still streamed endlessly from the “Crescent Moon.”

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It was as if the Netherworld Ghost Realm had an infinite supply of Corpse Ghost Demons, never fearing the loss of these casualties.

But by that time, the number of Nascent Soul-level monsters had decreased by ninety percent from the start of the war, and the number of Golden Core-level Corpse Ghosts had also greatly diminished, mainly replaced with various bizarre Low-level Living Corpses, Walking Corpses, and Demon Corpses, and so on.

Every moment, tens of thousands of low-level corpse ghosts struggled and plunged into the Abyss. This hardly seemed like a force sent to siege the city; rather, it looked as though they were using corpses to fill in the entire Abyss.

As the intensity of the war rapidly declined, the Tianzhu Realm side greatly reduced their pressure. Several severely damaged Flying Artifacts withdrew from the battlefield one after another, and the Ten Sects Daoist Corps on the Golden Wall also began to rotate constantly, replacing them with fresh troops of long-rested Sect Disciples.

As night fell and dawn approached, Zhao Sheng finally received the command to withdraw and reorganize. He sighed in relief, then issued an order, and Zhao’s Cloud Boat began to slowly withdraw from the battlefield.

A moment later, the Cloud Boat retreated to the Second Ring of the Golden Wall, two hundred miles away. Only then did Zhao Sheng recall the Bright Sun Mirror, retract the Golden Crow True Fire, and leaped down to land in his family’s stationed segment of the city.

The Cloud Boat continued to retreat, and Zhao Sheng stood on the wall, gazing at the first battlefield a hundred miles away.

The red sun was just rising, and the sky was awash with rosy light, the scenery extraordinarily enchanting.

Yet, a hundred miles away, the battlefield was thunderous and menacing, evil auras piercing the sky, gray haze and blood smearing the battlefield, the sky dark with heavy clouds, dark as night, with countless dazzling lights crisscrossing and numerous light orbs exploding through the darkness.