CHAPTER 346: CHAPTER 211 DEMON RACE CONSPIRACY! SUBDUED ON THE SPOT! (8000 WORDS)_2

ROAR—

A Desolate Spirit with dragon horns crawled up from underground. It resembled a Demon Lion, with dense scales covering its body, a tail like a steel whip, and sharp claws on its limbs. Abyssal energy permeated the air, enshrouded by misty rays of light.

These were the terrifying creatures unique to the Abyss Battlefield.

They emerged from the corpses of ancient Demons and Gods, born from death. After millions of years of evolution, they became naturally ruthless, possessing terrifying combat strength even more ferocious than that of Void Beasts.

SWOOSH!

A golden Divine Spear descended from the sky, striking the Desolate Spirit’s head with unerring accuracy.

Terrifying force erupted, cracking the earth and causing lava to gush out.

The Desolate Spirit was knocked back a thousand miles, its body splitting open as streaks of golden light shot out, stripping away its life.

A figure appeared silently, grabbed the Divine Spear, and slowly withdrew it.

BOOM!

The Desolate Spirit was swallowed by the golden light, letting out a final, despairing cry.

This terrifying creature, which had left countless prodigies helpless and horrified, was like an ant in his hands, extinguishable with a flick of his fingers.

"The Desolate Spirits here are getting weaker," Ye Guhong muttered, holding the Divine Spear. The golden light behind him cast his reflection like that of a deity. "It seems I must go deeper..."

His pupils were pure gold, an innate trait. They were imbued with ancient, unfathomably profound runes that held endless secrets.

His presence was overwhelmingly powerful.

The surrounding void twisted with his every breath.

His entire body radiated a crystalline, splendid divine radiance.

With each faint breath, several runes poured from the golden light behind him and merged into his body. His aura grew even stronger, his essence surging as if it were tangible.

This was the most dangerous section of the Void Ancient Path, but in his eyes, only this place could provide the tempering he needed.

Only the Desolate Spirits here, powerful and ruthless, could compare to the Demon Race.

Only they were worth slaying.

Suddenly, an unimaginably powerful aura emanated from the distant sky.

Ye Guhong’s body trembled. He turned to look, his gaze seeming to pierce through the void. An expression of uncontrollable shock filled his golden eyes.

"Is this... the emergence of a Supreme?"

「Holy Realm. Xinhuo City, in an ancient hall.」

The lamplight flickered.

The surrounding walls were inlaid with eternally luminous pearls, but now their light dimmed and shifted rapidly, as if sensing some incredibly formidable presence.

In the darkness, the gathered Sages were astonished. "This aura is extraordinary, of an extremely high order!"

"What on earth happened?"

"Someone broke through to the Nascent Soul realm!"

"Even a Nine-color Nascent Soul shouldn’t cause such a terrifying commotion! It spread from the depths of the Ancient Path all the way here. That’s a distance of tens of thousands of miles, isn’t it?"

"It’s not nine colors..."

At the front of the Sages, the Sage, whose eyes swirled with Chaos, held an Elder Staff and gazed into the void. "It’s twelve colors!"

"A Twelve-color Nascent Soul? Can the ancient legends actually be true?"

"Nine is the apex of the Dao, while twelve is its application. One who condenses a Twelve-color Nascent Soul is destined to encompass all phenomena, perceive the secrets of the universe, and walk a supreme path unparalleled in history!"

"That’s only theoretical. The quality of a Nascent Soul depends on a cultivator’s foundation and potential! Even the ancient Great Abilities, with their earth-shattering potential, found it difficult to accumulate a deep enough foundation before the Nascent Soul realm. Nine colors is already the absolute limit!"

"Is it... Wang Xiu of Sanqing?"

The Sages exclaimed, chattering in disbelief.

The appearance of a Twelve-color Nascent Soul shook the heavens and the earth, causing a resonance throughout the entire Ancient Holy Realm.

The terrifying fluctuations ignored all distance, reaching every corner of the void.

「Ancient Forest.」

Countless Fierce Beasts let out deafening howls, their roars shaking the world.

One after another, ancient variant species of astonishing strength, long hidden in the deepest parts of the forest, awoke from their slumber. They shattered mountains and shook the void, venting the unease and terror in their hearts.

The entire Holy Realm was immersed in the vast, powerful waves.

"Hahaha, with such a Kylin son, my Sanqing will thrive for tens of thousands of years!" Zhang Yunting was ecstatic, his laughter booming as his holy light shone intensely.

"Truly astonishing! How could the Sanqing Immortal Sect receive such a blessing?"

"A Twelve-color Nascent Soul... this is the makings of a Supreme! As long as he doesn’t fall, he is destined to dominate an era and have ten thousand immortals pay homage. To think it’s a disciple of Sanqing!"

"Could it be true that the darkest hour is just before the dawn?"

"A mere thousand-year decline in exchange for such a prodigy? I’d take that deal in a heartbeat!" The Sages were green with envy. They would gladly see their own Sects suffer a great calamity in exchange for a genius like Wang Xiu. It would be more than worth it.

After all, once such a prodigy matured, he could ensure his Dao lineage would flourish for tens of thousands of years.

It was a bargain anyone would take.

"Hmph..."

At that moment, a cold snort echoed. Yun Wuxin spoke expressionlessly, "You’re celebrating too early. The Ancient Path is fraught with danger. If something were to happen, such a promising seedling might not make it out alive!"

At his words, everyone fell silent, exchanging glances.

He had a point, logically speaking, but the way he said it was incredibly unpleasant.

"Who the hell are you cursing?" Zhang Yunting’s face darkened. Rolling up his sleeves, he looked ready to teach Yun Wuxin a lesson.

Tao Fan, ever the peacemaker, stepped forward with a chuckle to break up the conflict.

The scene grew lively.

Only the Sage remained still at the forefront, his clouded gaze filled with Chaos, his thoughts unknown.

「Deep within the Void Ancient Path.」

Across a desolate wasteland, hundreds of figures moved like ghosts, traversing the land with swift silence.

"Stop!"

One of them suddenly looked up. Beneath his hood, a pair of purplish-black pupils flashed for an instant.

"What’s wrong?" someone asked, their voice hoarse.

"The plan has changed!" said the leader, his eyes dark and brooding from under his hood. He had long white hair and carried a scythe as tall as himself.

"Hm?"

"We’ve received new orders from above. The primary target has changed. Kill Wang Xiu first!"

"Wang Xiu is with the other prodigies? But there are nearly ten thousand of them..."

"Then have the other teams converge here!"