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On this day, the Six of Zuo Wang, fully healed and at their peak condition, once again set out for the Demon Cave.
Months of battles had led to significant improvements for all six of them, radiating a chilling aura as their teamwork grew increasingly harmonious.
Zuo Dao took the lead, dressed in a snow-white battle robe specially crafted for him by Bie Xue Xian. Of course, the others were not left out either.
Yan Zhen wielded the Demon-Slaying Sword;
Teng Chong carried the Demon Shield;
Ping had the Rending Claw;
Yan Zi donned the Demon-Breaking Gauntlets;
Yan Hong wore the Demon Binding Ring.
All were clad in Five Element Battle Robes, which combined lightness with substantial protection, enhancing everyone's strength significantly.
Feeling the power contained within, Zuo Dao couldn't help but sigh: indeed, good equipment is a reflection of strength. However, he quickly added, "It also depends on who wields it."
Products from Bie Xue Xian Ren were guaranteed to be top-notch; this was a consensus at Zuo Wang Peak. Even the Drunken Old Man had pestered Bie Xue Xian Ren to craft a wine gourd for him, which earned him scorn from The Six of Zuo Wang.
The six charged into the starry sky once more with great momentum.
They were no longer the naive group that first entered; after multiple excursions, they had gradually come to understand and adapt to this environment. Moreover, this was merely the first layer of the Demon Cave, and it had already dealt them such blows. They could hardly fathom what kind of Realm being could create such a space.
Everything here was not illusory but truly existed; one misstep could lead to regret and floating corpses among the stars.
This layer was solely a domain of demons, devoid of higher beings—considered a "benefit" of this trial space.
The battle began once again.
Yan Zhen's sword struck without retreat, Teng Chong defended with his shield, claws tore through the sky, Yan Zi's fists secured the land, and Yan Hong's fingers pointed towards the mortal realm. Coupled with Zuo Dao's Sword Dance, what could have been a single encounter turned into a relentless assault that pushed their enemies back.
Roars echoed as blood splattered across the starry sky, the fierce sword light repeatedly tore through the enemy's scales, leaving irreversible wounds. The armor-piercing attribute of the Demon-Slaying Sword was fully unleashed. As the only member of The Six from Zuo Wang who had not learned any combat techniques, Yan Zhen had completely transcended basic swordsmanship in his hands. Determined to forge his own path in swordsmanship, Yan Zhen sought to break free from the shackles of his predecessors for the sake of those he cared about.
There were no flashy moves; just ordinary motions as Yan Zhen gradually immersed himself in his own world.
A force began to form unknowingly.
It was a belief,
It was an obsession,
It was a concern,
And it was a determination.
For Zuo Wang Peak, for those beloved junior brothers and sisters, Yan Zhen completely let go of himself, transforming into a sword and charging forward without hesitation.
Once, when the blood of those junior brothers and sisters splattered on him, he felt such guilt and remorse, such pain and helplessness. Seeing their wounds filled him with shame.
A Dao Sword light slashed down upon the demon. In that moment, it felt as if time itself froze within that strike.
Those around seemed to sense Yan Zhen's inner turmoil through this sword strike.
This Sword Slash expressed Yan Zhen's indignation, cut through his guilt, and revealed his true feelings.
He had carved out a path that belonged solely to Yan Zhen.
The Sword of Pure Emotion, the Sword of True Nature, the Sword of Greatness.
After one strike, Yan Zhen did not glance at the demon even once; he simply stroked the Demon-Slaying Sword's blade gently.
"This strike shall be called—Cutting the Path."
His tone was flat, as if he were discussing something utterly unrelated.
What a formidable sword technique, what immense courage.
He cut through others' paths while walking his own.
No one cared about the demon's life or death anymore. Each person who had forgotten Yan Zhen had sparkling glimmers in their eyes.
"This is our senior brother."
"This is our eldest senior brother."
Everyone silently shouted in their hearts, each moved by him. In that moment of the strike, they truly felt Yan Zhen's determination to protect them at all costs, and they genuinely sensed the deep care he held for them.
"Eldest senior brother, you are not the only one with a heart to protect; let us not forget that we are The Six of Zuo Wang, and we too have people we wish to safeguard."
Yan Zhen looked at the crowd before him and seemed to sense their thoughts and feelings.
Six hands slowly came together in unity.
"Guard."
The same voice echoed throughout the entire space, resonating from near and far.
A surge of momentum rose among the six individuals, impacting the entire world.
A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and under the influence of this voice and this momentum, the entire Demon Cave erupted. Countless Demon Bees swarmed in. The distant roar of countless creatures seemed to signal a counterattack.
The six exchanged similar smiles and fled in disarray.
This time entering the Demon Cave, they had gained so much that even without the demon's riot, they would have chosen to exit and properly digest their harvest. Moreover, they had taken away their first spoils from slaying a demon—the Heart of the Demon.
What they did not know was that at the same time, two unscrupulous old men on the Wangfeng Platform were watching everything unfold before a Water Screen. The Drunken Old Man laughed heartily, tears streaming down his yellowed eyes.
After safely exiting the Demon Cave, each of them sought out secluded places to enter deep meditation.
The one who profited the most from this venture was not Yan Zhen, but rather Zuo Dao, who stood out among the six.
Under the final surge of momentum, Zuo Dao felt as if the wall deep within his heart had been shattered in that instant. His inner self, which had always felt out of place in this world, and his soul, which did not belong to this body, were now completely intertwined.
The True Essence and magical power that had been intertwined within him and had hindered his cultivation underwent a transformation at this moment, forming a new power—one black and one white—distinct yet clearly defined, fully under his control; a power that belonged solely to him.
Body and mind united, spirit and energy intertwined.
This was the reborn Zuo Dao; this was the true Zuo Dao.
A long howl resonated within the Wangfeng Platform, filled with joy from rebirth and boundless confidence.
The Wangfeng Platform trembled with a long howl. Suddenly, the entire space was filled with thunder and lightning.
"Damn it, you’ve really stirred up trouble!"
Bie Xue Xian Ren appeared before Zuo Dao with a serious expression, gazing up at the Wangfeng Platform.
"What on earth did you do to provoke the wrath of the gods? How could you attract the calamity of cultivators?"
At that moment, Zuo Dao was utterly frustrated; all he had done was call out a couple of times, yet it had drawn such a massive reaction. If he had known, he wouldn't have called at all.
"If the calamity descends, the entire Wangfeng Platform will be destroyed, and Zuo Wang Peak will turn to ashes under its might."
Bie Xue Xian Ren's voice rang out again, and at this point, the others were also alarmed and flew over.
"Snow Shard, what’s going on?" The Drunken Old Man appeared, equally grave.
"Ask him!" Bie Xue Xian Ren pointed at Zuo Dao.
"He’s just a Monster; I’ve always found him troublesome enough to want to collect him. But now is not the time for that."
"Kid, no one can help you this time; you can only rely on yourself. Every time there’s a calamity, it’s solely up to you. For every person who helps you resist it, the power of the calamity doubles."
"You’re just a Qi Practitioner, yet you can attract a calamity equivalent to Ascend to Immortality. Should I commend your talent or pity your misfortune? Now, I’ll give you two choices."
Bie Xue Xian Ren looked tense; lightning was indeed a nemesis for beings like him. He didn’t want to be reduced to nothingness if it fell upon him—completely erased from existence without leaving a trace.
"You can choose either the Demon Cave or the Monster Den; enter Transcend Tribulation. That is an alternate space created by my great magical power. In there for Transcend Tribulation, it won’t affect this world."
Bie Xue Xian Ren's words were filled with great secrets, yet no one dared to ask further.
Yan Zhen and others eagerly offered their weapons and equipment. Zuo Dao was about to refuse when Bie Xue Xian Ren intervened.
"Take everything. This ambush came too suddenly, and I wasn't prepared. These will be of help to you. Also, I suggest you go to the demon cave Transcend Tribulation. Don't ask why; you'll understand once you enter."
Zuo Dao accepted the items handed over by everyone and stored them in his ring, also taking the pills given by Bie Xue Xian Ren.
"Junior Brother, good luck."
"Daozi, stay focused."
"Daozi, your Senior Sister is waiting for you to come out."
Amidst the caring voices of the crowd, Zuo Dao charged into the demon cave.
Just as Zuo Dao vanished into the cave, the Thunder Sea Electric Net above Wangfeng Platform instantly disappeared.
With a wave of his large sleeve, Bie Xue Xian Ren led everyone to stand before the Water Screen, his expression serious as he observed the situation at the demon cave.
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