Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 427 - 295: Blustering and Declining Fortune_2

Chapter 427: Chapter 295: Blustering and Declining Fortune_2

Beneath the black clouds, the sky seemed to have torn open a hole, or as if a giant crescent-shaped eye had grown out, its pupil soaked in a bloody hue, looking like the devil’s own from afar.

A gray-black tide of a “waterfall” was cascading down from the blood-colored eye, then rapidly spreading into clouds of black and evil mist of various sizes, enveloping the entire battlefield.

At this moment, a hundred miles away upon the Golden Wall, a multicolored light screen several hundred meters high had risen, with countless one-meter-sized spirit lights of Taiyi Spiritual Texts constantly moving and floating on it, emanating a terrifying pressure.

Whenever a Corpse Ghost attempted to cross this layer of light screen, spheres of thunder, the size of oak nuts, would condense on the surface, annihilating them with a single blow.

Zhao Sheng watched, spellbound, when Zhao Dening, who was stationed on the city walls, quietly approached him, lowered his voice, and greeted, “Ancestor, seeing you safe and sound puts my worried heart to rest. It seems the Netherworld Ghost Realm is no big deal after all.”

Zhao Sheng suddenly turned around, gazing directly at Zhao Dening, and with a grave expression reminded him, “This level of danger is merely an appetizer, nothing to speak of. There will definitely be bigger disturbances later! You must all be wary and not take it lightly.”

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“I dare not forget the teachings of the Ancestor,” Zhao Dening replied. “I will certainly inform the juniors shortly and repeatedly caution them to be careful and vigilant.”

Zhao Sheng nodded with a grunt.

At that moment, Zhao Dening glanced at the distant battlefield and couldn’t help asking, “Ancestor, in your opinion, can we win this war between the two realms?”

“It’s too early to speak of victory. The Netherworld Ghost Realm surely won’t only have this level of strength. Don’t you see, from the beginning of the battle until now, not a single Human Cultivator from there has shown themselves, whereas they let Corpse Ghosts and other abominations take the lead in invading our realm. The war has only just started, and the real climax hasn’t begun.”

The reason why Zhao Sheng said this was that the disturbances in space-time caused by the Nine Stars Alinement were going to last for a year.

That is to say, at least after a year, when the disturbances in space-time settle down, will Tianzhu Realm have the opportunity to reseal this space-time rift.

Of course, should the Netherworld Ghost Realm prove to be weak, the Central Continent Sect Alliance would certainly not miss the great opportunity, and the Infinite Merit strategy was prepared precisely for this reason.

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Three days later, having completed his repairs, Zhao Sheng received another Summoning Order and headed off to the frontline battlefield once again.

This time, however, the large Cloud Boat of the Xinglong Zhao family wasn’t needed, and Zhao’s Taoist Soldiers also remained stationary, with only Zhao Sheng being summoned.

Having passed through the multicolored light screen and entered the Abyss Battlefield, Zhao Sheng immediately sensed that the intensity of the war had significantly decreased compared to the first day of battle.

The number of large Flying Artifacts in the sky had been reduced by a third, and only one Sea Suppression Cloud Boat remained, while Flying Immortal City still stood tall above the clouds, suppressing the entire battlefield.

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Though the “Crescent Moon” in the sky still continuously spewed out a vast number of Zombie Ghosts, the number of formidable monsters above the level of the Golden Armored Corpse had greatly diminished.

However, the variety of ghostly creatures from the Netherworld began to show new patterns.

Amidst the sea of Corpse Ghosts, a large number of diverse Corpse Birds began to emerge.

They formed dense clouds of corpses and became the main force assaulting the Great Wall Defense Line.

No sooner had Zhao Sheng landed on the city wall than he was handed a Jade Scroll.

Upon probing the Jade Scroll with his Divine Sense, Zhao Sheng’s mind quickly filled with a vast amount of information, all about various ghostly creatures of the Netherworld and tens of thousands of precautions,

The Jade Scroll’s records of gory and brutal incidents constantly reminded Zhao Sheng that this was the very forefront where two worlds clashed, facing constant danger, always needing to be careful, extremely vigilant.

Otherwise, at any moment, he might be casually slain by some Nascent Soul level monster, or, unluckily, get caught in the emergence of a Divinity Transformation Level creature and suffer collateral damage.

With this in mind, Zhao Sheng quickly followed the practices of other Golden Core Fellow Daoists and soon became a veteran of the battlefield.

Being a so-called veteran didn’t mean shirking duty, but adhering to the avoid-risk combat style, always moving within a hundred meters of the city walls, never venturing beyond the frontline without necessity.

Because only by doing so can one ensure that when facing an unstoppable monster, Zhao Sheng could escape in time back behind the light screen.

Having endured a day like this, Zhao Sheng withdrew from the battlefield and was granted five days to recuperate.

As days and nights passed, the hundred-mile area near the space-time rift in the sky grew darker and was shrouded with nefarious clouds and ghostly fog, filling the battlefield with a horrendous stench.

Even though there were specialists casting large-scale dust cleansing and odor eliminating spells at the battlefield, it hardly withstood the accumulation of mountains of corpses and seas of filth from the Abyss below.

A chilly wind blew by, and the stench of decay rose, so pungent it made one want to vomit.

A month later,

Many areas of the city wall were damaged, stained with Blood Stains inside and out, and squad after squad of weary Daoist Soldiers mechanically cast waves of Spells, slaughtering the approaching flocks of Corpse Birds.

After a month of ceaseless day-and-night slaughter, the Ten Sects Daoist Corps had completely rotated seven or eight times and were now utterly exhausted.

At this time, figures from second and third-rate forces began to appear on the city walls sequentially, these reserve forces starting to take turns entering the fray, gradually replacing the Ten Sects Daoist Army.

In a corner of the Abyss Battlefield, Zhao Sheng stood in the air under a shield of fire formed by Golden Crow True Fire, with Bright Sun Mirrors on either side continuously shooting out beams of fire.

Every beam fired struck a zombie’s head with pinpoint accuracy, turning it into a pile of ash.

An hour later, having estimated that his time was up, Zhao Sheng retracted the Bright Sun Mirrors and turned to fly back to the city wall.

With a wave of his hand, he released a vast sea of fire, burning away the thick filth accumulated within a dozen meters nearby, clearing a clean open space.