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In less than a day, Chang Qing arrived at a swamp exuding a strong stench of decay.
"The main base of the Demonic Sect is right in here?" Chang Qing had thought that all cultivation sects would be built on spirit-rich mountains.
"Of course. The miasma and swamp beasts surrounding this area serve as a natural barrier. It's difficult for any cultivator below the Golden Core stage to enter," the system explained. It had investigated the Demonic Sect many times and was quite familiar with the local environment.
No wonder in the original plot, although the Righteous Alliance defeated the Demonic Sect, they did not completely eliminate the threat. It seemed that besides internal issues within the Righteous Path, this unique terrain and environment of the Demonic Sect played a significant role.
However, Chang Qing was at the Late Stage of Yuanying; this level of miasma posed no threat to him.
Once he entered the swamp, the stench intensified. Even while flying in mid-air, Chang Qing found it hard to endure and couldn't help but cover his nose with his sleeve. As he flew and observed his surroundings, his speed naturally slowed down.
After traveling several hundred miles, a buzzing sound suddenly reached his ears.
"Host, be careful! This is a Demon Fire Ant. Although it's only a third-grade magical beast, its collective action can be quite deadly," the system quickly warned.
As soon as it finished speaking, a swarm of Demon Fire Ants flew right past Chang Qing, seemingly avoiding him on purpose.
"What’s going on?" the system was puzzled.
"Third-Grade Spirit Beasts may not possess intelligence yet, but they have an instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm. Unless controlled by someone, they won't attack an enemy they cannot defeat," Chang Qing explained.
As he continued forward, he encountered several types of magical beasts that all avoided him; not a single battle occurred.
"Host, this is too easy for you!" the system exclaimed.
"That's because I already know that strength is paramount in the Cultivation World!"
Of course, while the dimensions of the small world differed from those of the larger world, its fundamental rules were modeled after those of the larger world. Chang Qing was able to navigate through a high-level Cultivation World with ease because he was familiar with these aspects. This was also why he had cultivated to the Late Stage of Yuanying before leaving seclusion.
Before long, Chang Qing passed through the swamp. However, what lay before him left him utterly astonished.
Before them stood a magnificent palace complex, towering amidst the mountains. Phoenixes danced and clouds swirled, with intricately carved beams and painted rafters that were breathtakingly beautiful.
"This is even more ethereal than a celestial mountain?!" Chang Qing exclaimed, somewhat astonished.
"Hehe, that's exactly how it is. Do you think demon cultivators live in darkness every day?" The system, noticing Chang Qing's shocked expression, felt a sense of pride. It had deliberately withheld the specifics of the swamp from him, unable to tolerate its host's indifferent demeanor.
"Forget it, I'm here to destroy, not to admire!" Ignoring the system, Chang Qing revealed his presence, unleashing a tremendous pressure that cascaded downwards.
The once tranquil palace of the Demonic Sect immediately erupted into chaos as countless figures rose from various corners. With a sweep of his Divine Sense, Chang Qing detected over ten Yuan Ying Cultivators.
Wait, wasn't there a Hua Shen left behind? Could the system's intelligence be wrong?
Just as this thought crossed his mind, an acute sense of danger surged within him. With a flicker of thought, he vanished from his spot.
A black water dragon, exuding a corrosive aura, coiled in place. Drip by drip, a caustic liquid fell from it.
"How bold for a Hua Shen to employ such ambush tactics. Is this how the Demonic Sect treats its guests?" Chang Qing's voice was devoid of discernible emotion.
The man shrouded in black mist across from him, realizing his ambush had failed, reached out a hand. The water dragon flew back to him and circled around his form.
Hehehehe... A sound like a wind instrument echoed from the black mist. "Late Stage Yuanying? You can actually shrink distances so easily. What brings you, Changqing Zhenjun, to my Demonic Sect?"
"It seems the Demonic Sect is quite concerned about the Righteous Path. Since the Demonic Sect can attack my Righteous Path Sect, isn't it only fair for the Righteous Path to retaliate against the Demonic Sect?" Chang Qing replied leisurely.
"Ahhahahahahaha..." Not only did the Demon Sect Transformation God Practitioner in front laugh uproariously, but dozens of Yuan Ying Cultivators nearby also joined in the raucous laughter.
"Is Changqing Zhenjun the last one left from the Righteous Path?" The tone of the Demon Sect Transformation God Practitioner was mocking, yet the water dragon circling around him stood upright and emitted low rumbling dragon roars.
"One is enough!" As soon as Chang Qing's voice fell, he vanished from his spot. When he reappeared, he was already above the Yuan Ying Cultivators of the Demonic Sect.
Panic surged through their hearts as they attempted to flee but found themselves locked in place by an overwhelming pressure that rendered them unable to move.
Countless vines appeared beneath their feet, growing rapidly in the wind and instantly ensnaring everyone.
“Bloodthirsty Vine!”
All of this happened in the blink of an eye. The group had no time to react before the monstrous plant pierced their skin, causing blood to flow out quickly. Cries of agony filled the air, mingled with the incessant hissing of the Bloodthirsty Vine sucking blood, leaving the arriving Low-Level Cultivators of the Demon Sect feeling a chill run down their spines, rendering them hesitant to step forward and assist.
“Formation activate!” A voice boomed like a gust of wind. Several powerful forces rose around Chang Qing, encircling him tightly in the center.
“Jie jie jie jie jie… This Nine Dragons Slaying Immortals Formation can slay Hua Shen, Changqing Zhenjun. You are merely at the Late Stage Yuanying; no matter how strong your combat power is, you cannot escape,” laughed the Demon Sect Transformation Stage practitioner. Sacrificing over a dozen Yuan Ying to eliminate a Righteous Path quasi-Transformation Stage Cultivator was hardly a loss.
“Nine Dragons Slaying Immortals Formation?” Chang Qing focused his gaze and saw nine Black Water Dragons arranged in the eight trigrams positions, surrounding him in the central palace. Wasn't this just the Nine Palace Formation? To have such an imposing name in this realm made him chuckle in disbelief.
The Nine Palace Formation was one of the basic formations in his realm, based on the eight palaces: Qian, Kan, Gen, Zhen, Xun, Li, Kun, and Dui. It surrounded opponents in the central palace and had multiplied lethality, capable of amplifying a single force up to eight times. Its destructive power was indeed formidable. If executed by a Transformation Stage Cultivator, it would be akin to eight Hua Shen attacking simultaneously; thus, slaying Hua Shen was not an exaggeration.
However, this Nine Palace Formation's attack points would shift with the movement of the central palace, ensuring that all attacks landed on it. As a glint flashed in Chang Qing's eyes…
With a resounding dragon's Roar echoing through the air, the nine enhanced dragons twisted their bodies and lunged toward Chang Qing. Before they even arrived, a nauseating stench of blood assaulted his senses.
The Demon Sect Transformation God Practitioner’s triumphant laughter rang out again: “Changqing Zhenjun, even if you are exceptionally gifted…”
Before he could finish his sentence, it caught in his throat and turned into a sharp scream: “Impossible! How did you do that?!”
Chang Qing formed hand seals and murmured softly, “Two Four As Shoulders, Six Eight As Feet, Left Three Right Seven, Wear Nine Step One.” He moved through the formation as if strolling leisurely in a garden, each step perfectly timed to evade the attacks.
“This is absolutely impossible!” The Demon Sect Transformation Stage practitioner struck his palms together and transformed into a cloud of black mist that merged into the formation.
Instantly, black energy surged within the formation; the nine Black Water Dragons roared as one. In the next moment, spiritual energy surged throughout the formation, and malevolent aura filled the sky.
“Go… die…” Fragmented voices echoed from all directions within the formation.
The low-level Demonic Sect Cultivators outside could no longer see what was happening inside. All they could hear was a chorus of dragon's Roar amidst rolling black mist and occasional eerie cries.
About a quarter of an hour later, the dark mist began to gradually fade, and the voice of dragon's Roar became faint. Amidst the astonishment of the crowd, a loud "Break!" echoed like thunder from within the formation.
A shadow shot out from the center and fell into the crowd. It was none other than the Demon Sect Transformation God Practitioner!
As everyone focused their gaze, there was no longer any trace of the Nine Dragons; only a towering tree stood in its place, continuously absorbing the surrounding Lingqi.
"Cough cough! Is this... the Cangwu Divine Tree?" The Demon Sect Transformation Stage staggered up from the crowd, disbelief written all over his face. At this moment, the black mist that had enveloped him had dissipated, revealing his true appearance. He was short and emaciated, with a sickly pallor. Now hunched over, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, resembling an ordinary old man on the brink of death, devoid of any semblance of a Transformation Stage Cultivator.
"Who exactly are you?" he croaked.
Chang Qing jumped down from the tree: "Who am I? It's unnecessary for the dead to know such things."
"Hahahahahaha!" The Demon Sect Transformation Stage suddenly burst into wild laughter. "You want to kill me? It's not that easy."
With a spray of blood, the black mist that had vanished around him reappeared, but instead of attacking Chang Qing directly, it rapidly spread out to engulf the lower-level Cultivators of the Demonic Sect nearby.
A chorus of screams erupted as they transformed into a mass of black mist and merged into it. The low-level Cultivators of the Demon Sect were struck with terror and hurriedly fled on their flying devices, causing chaos to ensue.
"You want to absorb their cultivation and recover your injuries? These low-level Cultivators probably won't be enough," Chang Qing scoffed. Countless vines sprouted from his feet, and under his spiritual power's urging, they coiled out like ethereal serpents, piercing through the fleeing Demonic Sect Disciples.
In an instant, the sky above the Demonic Sect was drenched in blood, with cries of agony echoing throughout.
Having absorbed quite a bit of cultivation power, the Demon Sect Transformation Stage intended to escape amidst the chaos but was unaware that Chang Qing had been fixated on him all along. With a swift motion, a vine pierced through his chest, leading to his demise as a Transformation Stage Cultivator!
You thought you could just help eliminate some low-level Demon Sect Disciples and then escape while heavily injured? Not a chance!
The battle in the sky came to an end! Only one in ten Demon Sect Disciples survived.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Chang Qing entered deep into the Demonic Sect's interior and found it completely deserted.
"Hehehehe, the Demonic Sect has committed numerous heinous acts. Seeing that even their Ancestor couldn't withstand it, those low-level Cultivators have long since fled," said the system. "Master, do you want to chase after them? I know their direction."
"Just some low-level Cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment stage. They pose no threat; let them be," Chang Qing said nonchalantly.
"Host, let's hurry to the Wanxiang Sect and check on the main characters," the system urged.
"No rush," Chang Qing replied, beginning to examine the Demonic Sect's Guardian Formation carefully. After the recent battle, it seemed that even the Ancestor of the Demonic Sect had not anticipated being defeated by Chang Qing, a Late Stage Yuanying. Thus, they hadn't activated the Guardian Formation. Had they done so earlier, the battle might have taken much longer. However, it was understandable; who would activate a Guardian Formation just because an enemy was approaching? After all, the Guardian Formation was built upon the Sect's spiritual veins and required them to function, making its activation quite costly. When Chang Qing struck down dozens of Yuan Ying Cultivators and entangled a Transformation Stage Cultivator, the low-level Cultivators on the ground found themselves powerless to initiate the formation.
Although Chang Qing, as a Great Demon, did not specialize in formations, he had some understanding of them. The formations in lower realms were clearly less developed. He decided to modify the Demonic Sect's Guardian Formation. After half an hour, while it appeared unchanged on the surface, it had actually transformed from a protective array into an Absolute Kill Formation.
"Host, this is a bit too dark, isn't it?" The system observed the entire process and couldn't help but break into a cold sweat.
"Is it allowed for the Demonic Sect to annihilate others but not for me to wipe out the Demonic Sect?" Chang Qing clapped his hands with satisfaction.
Regardless of whether he succeeded or failed against the Wanxiang Sect and Righteous Path, he would eventually return to this stronghold. At that time, when this formation activated and absorbed the entire Demonic Sect's spiritual veins as its offensive power, even Hua Shen would find it difficult to resist. By then, the entire Demonic Sect would be destroyed, and there would be no more worries about extermination for Xianxia Sect.
"So... can we leave now?" the system asked cautiously.
"Not yet; I need to undergo a tribulation first," Chang Qing said as he looked up at the gathering Thunder Cloud in the sky.
The system: ... I've never been this speechless before.
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