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After the Nirvana incident, the Phoenix Sisters lost all their cultivation and fell into a deep sleep, but there were no unusual signs, which was a major reason for Zuo Dao's relief.
The eleven Cultivators before him were indeed formidable opponents. Although they didn't get along well, their shared interests made them quite united. After an initial period of chaos, they began to adapt to the attack methods of the Heterodox.
It was merely adaptation; Zuo Dao, as a Celestial Array Master, was undoubtedly among the best in the Great Celestial Domain. Moreover, the Heterodox had focused on collective strength during their early formation.
While individual strength was important, Zuo Dao was looking towards the future. He had experienced the overwhelming formations of the Demon Clan and understood that sometimes quality also depended on quantity. When quantity reached a certain level, it would lead to a qualitative change.
Thus, the Heterodox represented his quantity, while Yan Zhen and others represented his quality. Apart from familial ties, he always viewed this world from an observer's perspective.
Although Yan Zhen and others had grown significantly under his relentless guidance, it required time. This world was realistic; taking one step at a time was undoubtedly correct.
This was a process; even if he had the ability to reverse things, he could not infinitely elevate the strength of the Heterodox—there was a limit.
Zuo Dao did not intervene in this battle, not because he didn't want to, but because the sudden appearance of the Supreme Catastrophe of the Nine-Five acted like a key that unlocked a shackle deep within his memory. A flood of information surged into his mind.
It wasn't that he couldn't fight at this moment; rather, engaging in battle would result in losing some of this information. He had many questions; he felt that this world was becoming increasingly problematic. The information that suddenly appeared in his mind might help him unravel some of these issues.
In the battle circle, the most flamboyant were the Nine Flows Generation. If one had to describe their fighting style in one word, it would be "sneaky."
Including Northern Crossing Qing and Fan Yunxiu, they never confronted their enemies head-on but instead used coordination among the Nine People to suppress four Cultivators completely.
None of the four besieged Cultivators dared to look at the Beast Spear in Northern Crossing Qing's hand. Ever since Yuan Xiong Tu had been shot in the buttocks by him, these four had developed a certain fear of the Beast Spear.
That shot had thoroughly revealed to these Cultivators the strength of their opponents. In fact, Yan Zhen and others still had a Thunder Killing Formation yet to be deployed. In Zuo Dao's words, it was an essential formation for killing beyond one's level. However, since they rarely encountered such good sparring partners, everyone abandoned that idea. As the saying goes, "Famous weapons are easy to obtain; good sparring partners are hard to find."
Half-Step Xuanxian.
They could summon winds and rain in the Great Celestial Domain; they stood at the pinnacle of this world. Yet now they were being suppressed by several juniors. Even someone as indifferent to fame and fortune as Gu Qianchou couldn't help but feel furious.
The eleven Cultivators felt a deep frustration within themselves; despite their immense power, they could not fully unleash it. This world could not withstand the force of a Half-Step Xuanxian.
Once they released their aura, it would inevitably provoke the Rage of the Dao. They had witnessed Half-Step Xuanxians being struck down by heavenly tribulations, and the horrific sight had always served as a warning to them.
Zuo Dao recognized this as well, which was why he chose to remain on the sidelines. In this world, what the Debate Squad feared most was undoubtedly calamity.
The Five Gatherings, Seven Disciples, and Nine Streams were each slowly adapting to their own powers.
Yan Zhen swung his sword down once more, causing Bloodthirst to screech and retreat while simultaneously raising his hands to fend off You Do Not See, who blocked his escape route.
This was a chaotic battle with no fixed opponents; often, while one was engaged with Yan Zhen, another would take over from behind—like Teng Chong.
The Heterodox did not have a specific target either, but one thing remained unchanged: no matter who they fought, it was always two against one.
Streaks of light flashed through the starry sea, occasionally erupting into fierce sparks. Their figures filled the area for miles around.
"Get lost!" A youthful voice echoed through the starry expanse; it was Earthwalker shouting in anger.
"Oh, my little one, why are you wearing open-crotch pants? Aren't you afraid of wetting the bed?" Liu Weishou dodged attacks while throwing in taunts that completely infuriated Earthwalker.
Nine Sons Ghost Gourd charged at Liu Weishou like a madman. Earthwalker, fueled by anger, showed the Heterodox what a Half-Step Xuanxian truly meant.
Though lacking full strength, Nine Sons Ghost Gourd revealed his true form unlike ever before. He had crafted it using ninety-nine percent of nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine fetuses over ten months.
Usually, he would refine them into nine candied haws using Essence. Though it seemed like he was constantly gnawing on them, he was actually nurturing them.
Nine red candied haws flew out from the bamboo skewer, growing larger in the wind until they transformed into Nine Ghost Infants, each as large as an adult and surrounded by a halo of blood light.
Bamboo Skewer was held by Earthwalker and turned into a bamboo sword, and viciously attacked Liu Weishou. Because this guy is the most hateful, his mouth hasn't stopped since the fight started, and his words are extremely despicable. Nine Ghost Infants, with a shrill cry coming from his mouth, rushed towards Lecherous Liu. Not looking at the ghost baby's pitch-black fingers, the bloody halo outside his body alone made him avoid it. The ghost baby's fingers were dark and his eyes were wide open, full of resentment. There are inch-long objects like blood maggots growing outside the body, which makes people sick just looking at them. At this time, his partner Zhong Wuyan saw this and quickly shook a big clock in his hand, and smashed it at Earthwalker without thinking. Earthwalker Without even looking, the bamboo sword in his hand hit the wall of the bell, stopping its momentum. But in his rage, he forgot that the other party also had Celestial Treasure in his hand. "Bang..." A loud sound exploded in his ears, like a morning bell and a dusk, which was thought-provoking. Jiu Guiying wanted to connect with his Mind, Earthwalker was affected by that shock, and was also implicated in Guiying's actions. He couldn't help but stagnate, Liu Weishou took advantage of this momentary opportunity to flash by surrounded by nine ghost babies. At the same time, I was also scared into a cold sweat. It was not just Earthwalker who was angered. Even Azure Wave Dawn, the most elegant among the eleven people, was instigated by Wu Bo. His handsome scholar face was extremely distorted at this time. . Boom, boom, boom. When, when, when. Boom... Various sounds resounded in the sea of stars, turning into waves of rolling sound waves heading towards the rapids in all directions. There is nothing in this sea of stars that they can destroy. Flying in the sea of stars for a long time is a burden even for Immortal King, let alone in battle.
Everyone was exhausting their strength, unwilling to reveal their true abilities, and the battle had reached a stalemate.
Zuo Dao paid no mind to it, slowly sifting through the information that had just surged into his mind. He needed to organize these thoughts; otherwise, it would place a tremendous burden on his spirit.
Yan Zhen stepped onto a fragment of a shattered planet. Though it was merely a fragment, it spanned several dozen miles. With a forceful push of his foot, he crushed the fragment into dust. Raising his sword, he slashed through the swirling dust toward one of the Eleven Monks.
Each speck of dust was infused with the power of the celestial sword, transforming into a massive stone sword that struck fiercely against his opponent.
Ning Zhewen took the blow head-on, exhaling forcefully to disperse the stone sword formed by Yan Zhen's attack. However, he was still injured by the celestial sword's power. Channeling his Celestial Essence within, he forcibly expelled the celestial energy from his body. He opened his mouth and spat out a blood arrow that struck the void, creating a black hole in that space.
Although his injuries were not severe, they triggered a series of serious consequences. Most importantly, due to an imbalance in his breath, he nearly lost control over the Essence stirring within him, inviting disaster.
Yan Zhen's strike only fueled Ning Zhewen's anger further. From his perspective, he had never imagined being wounded by the opponent's sword. Although the other party wielded a Celestial Treasure, the difference in Realm allowed him to disregard this issue.
Yet he found himself injured by the opponent's sword, which was intolerable for him.
These individuals usually kept their true selves hidden, spending most of their time suppressing the rebellious Vitality within them. Over time, their Mind inevitably suffered some wear and tear. While this could be seen as a form of nurturing oneself, such repression twisted their spirits.
Unless they continued this way indefinitely, once triggered, the rage that erupted from within would be millions of times greater than usual.
The previous Bloodthirst was the best proof; having cultivated an evil technique, they could no longer suppress their cultivation level, and their malice began to surface.
What Ning Zhewen did not expect was that after being wounded by Yan Zhen's Sword Slash, his opponent did not even glance at him before turning to another battlefield. By the time he reacted, a large spear appeared before him.
"Close at hand yet distant."
This spear technique had been cultivated by Northern Crossing Qing for quite some time but was being used for the first time now. This was a training exercise; everyone had to ensure that their techniques and Mind Method were perfectly aligned.
Reaching this point, if they still couldn't see that the opponent was treating them as mere sparring partners, then these eleven Cultivators had wasted their time.
The more it seemed this way, the calmer these Cultivators became. Their suspicion towards Zuo Dao and his group only deepened.
Setting aside others, even Zuo Dao's chances of appearing in the Great Celestial Domain were extremely rare. Most of those who had seen him during the Liu Yue City incident were dead, and those who survived were now following him.
He only gained notoriety after he released four types of pills at Yan Wu Studio. However, within the Great Celestial Domain, there might not be anyone who truly knew about Zuo Dao's background. Not to mention those Heterodox individuals hidden among the Nine Monoliths.
What these people never expected was that amidst the siege by the Heterodox crowd, someone on their side finally couldn't bear the pressure and was forced to release their cultivation.
"Bloodthirst, what do you want?" Gu Qianchou was the first to notice. He was not far from the opponent and was very familiar with Bloodthirst. It was precisely because of this familiarity that he paid special attention to Bloodthirst.
However, he never anticipated that his worst fear would come true.
At this moment, Bloodthirst was being besieged by Shallow Into Night and Sorrowful White Hair. Both were ruthless fighters, and their attacks were entirely aimed at mutual destruction. Bloodthirst was forced into a corner due to his instinct for self-preservation.
The sword wings behind Shallow Into Night fully spread out, resembling giant scissors as they lunged toward him. Sorrowful White Hair exuded a fierce aura, embodying an unstoppable momentum.
"Boom..."
Bloodthirst roared in anger, provoking a thunderous calamity to descend.
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