Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 554 - 267: The Old-Time Mingyue Was Round, Flying into the Homes of Ordinary People! (8000 words)_2

Chapter 554: Chapter 267: The Old-Time Mingyue Was Round, Flying into the Homes of Ordinary People! (8000 words)_2

The Heavenly Master was also grievously injured and on the brink of death. At the last moment, he took out an Immortal Talisman and called upon the Celestial Thunder Tribulation, forcibly dragging two Demon Emperors with him to face the calamity. One died and one was injured.

"Soul, return... Soul, return..."

The intangible chanting continued, and the light surrounding Wang Xiu grew increasingly brilliant. Countless indistinct figures appeared in the void, vast and mighty.

It was almost done, but something was still missing. This final step wasn’t supposed to take very long, yet at such a crucial moment, even a single breath felt as long as ten thousand years.

One meteor after another streaked across the sky. Demon Sea Island welcomed its first autumn rain of the year. The cold wind was bleak and the raindrops were ice-cold, carrying the stench of blood.

The sea was also dyed red. Each drop of blood contained an unspeakable, terrifying power, causing countless creatures to flee in a frenzy.

These Demon Emperors had never imagined that merely trying to kill a human of the Nascent Soul Realm would prove to be so difficult.

Finally, the void fell silent. Ye Huang, along with the two other Demon Emperors, stood tall. Before Wang Xiu, only Luo Binglan remained.

None of them were in good condition. Luo Binglan had cleaved away half of Ye Huang’s body with her axe. Sharp edges continuously grew from the wound, preventing his recovery and subjecting him to constant, terrible torment. The other two Demon Emperors were also in critical condition, but they were far better off than Luo Binglan.

Her lifespan was already short, and after burning it several times, she was reaching her final moments. Her exquisitely beautiful face was covered with bloodstains. The battle-axe in her hand was snapped in half, its countless runes worn away.

Ye Huang looked at the two before him and slowly extended his hand. The endless night converged as he whispered, "It’s time to end this!"

Luo Binglan remained silent. Her impressive chest rose and fell slightly as she tightened her grip on the broken battle-axe, her gaze indifferent as she stared fixedly at the three before her, already prepared for anything.

"Indeed, it’s time to end this!"

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, startling everyone. Luo Binglan was also stunned. She turned to look behind her; the voice had come from Wang Xiu.

At this moment, Wang Xiu’s head was full of white hair; his black locks were gone, and his voice carried the weariness of his twilight years. Completing the final step of the Formation had consumed a full ninety percent of his lifespan.

A Nascent Soul cultivator’s life could span over a thousand years. Having mastered the Qing Emperor’s Longevity Scripture, Wang Xiu’s lifespan was several times greater than that of his peers. This single effort had cost him thousands of years of life.

He slowly raised his head, his gaze as deep as an ancient well. Countless runes shifted within his bloodshot eyes before finally settling into a fixed pattern. The hand seals he was forming also came to a stop.

"Ming Emperor’s God Summoning Formation!" he commanded. "Arise!" 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

As soon as the words fell, the surrounding void lit up. Countless runes ignited like burning stars—millions of them, densely packed, converging into a vast stellar river.

The God Summoning Platform beneath Wang Xiu’s feet radiated a dazzling divine light. Countless Formation patterns rotated and ascended, transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the heavens. It seemed to tear a rift through the very river of time.

An unimaginable light descended from the highest point of the void. The myriad hazy figures in the sky instantly reacted as if they were reawakening, and one after another, ancient and powerful auras descended upon the world.

In the western sky, a hazy silhouette appeared. It was as tall as an ordinary man, but its aura was terrifying beyond imagination. The figure held a pagoda, dignified and solemn, its entire body crystalline and shimmering like that of an Ancient God.

In another direction, auspicious vapor surged. A man’s figure emerged, transcendent and otherworldly, with a sword upon his back. He stood with his arms folded and his eyes closed, yet the air around him was exceedingly sharp. Boiling Chaotic Qi shrouded him, every strand as keen as a Divine Sword and terrifying to behold.

"Taiping Sword Immortal!" Ye Huang’s pupils contracted. His body trembled as raw fear overwhelmed his consciousness.

That was a true Sword Immortal. A supreme expert from the Sanqing Sword Sect, he was said to have suppressed the ages with a single sword and had endured twenty-three Heavenly Tribulations. He was only a step away from the Quasi-Emperor Realm, a genius whose talent overshadowed the world.

He has returned as well? Summoned back by that very Formation!

RUMBLE!

Amidst the endless immortal light, a towering figure slowly appeared. Its presence was tranquil, as insignificant as a grain of sand in the vast void, yet it seemed heavier than the world itself.

Ye Huang was completely petrified, his voice trembling as he stammered, "Qing... Qing Yuan Supreme!"

The Sect Master of the Sanqing Immortal Sect from a thousand years ago. A peerless expert whose brilliance had outshone the entire Divine Province. He had dominated a generation of prodigies and led the Sanqing Immortal Sect to unprecedented heights. A true Quasi-Emperor.

The moment this figure appeared, deep within Demon Sea Island, the black-clad figure suddenly opened its eyes. Its hollow pupils locked onto the void as it let out an exceedingly hoarse and wretched voice, "Qing Yuan—you’re not dead yet!"

More and more figures emerged, each with a terrifying aura. They were dense and numerous, blanketing a patch of the sky.

One hundred thousand!

A full hundred thousand Heroic Spirits, summoned back from across the river of time by the Ming Emperor’s God Summoning Formation.

Those supreme Great Abilities who had once vanished had now returned in a new form.

On the surface of the sea, endless flesh and blood floated. Only the upper half of Zhuo Canglang’s body remained. Floating in the water, he gazed at the silhouettes in the sky and murmured with tears in his eyes, his expression a mixture of laughter and sorrow.

Those auras, those faces... Some were familiar, others strange, yet all of them brought a sense of peace.

On the shores of the East Sea, within Zhenmo City, everyone was captivated by the terrifying aura emanating from the distance. They stared toward the horizon as the night was completely driven away. A vast expanse of clouds, tinged with rainbow light, spread from the ends of the earth, seeming to illuminate the entire world.

This aura... could it be?

"It succeeded... It succeeded!"