Chapter 328 More People? A Million Li Changsheng Clones Gather!
Just as everyone was filled with doubt and uncertainty, and the atmosphere in the room was extremely tense.
The remnant root of the longevity herb, which was embedded in the crack of the rock, suddenly trembled violently.
The dragon-shaped leaf in the golden light suddenly opened, emitting a clear dragon's roar.
Along with the dragon's roar, thousands upon thousands of chilling scratching sounds echoed from beneath the dark red wasteland.
It seemed that something even more terrifying had been completely awakened by the aroma of the medicine.
As the clear dragon's roar echoed across the wasteland, the dark red ground began to undulate violently, as if a wave was rolling beneath the soil.
The sickening scratching sounds grew louder and louder.
Wide cracks spread across the wasteland, quickly weaving into a giant spider web.
The pungent stench gushed forth from the depths of the earth, obscuring most of the tattered blood moon in the sky.
The light grew dimmer.
Hands covered in blue hair emerged from the edge of the crack.
Immediately afterwards, incomplete skeletons crawled onto the ground.
These skeletons were clearly those of powerful figures in life; even though their flesh and blood had long since rotted away, traces of Dao runes still remained on their bones.
Green will-o'-the-wisps burned in their empty eye sockets, surging densely towards the precipice like a tidal wave.
"The corpse of a Supreme Realm expert!"
The disciple leading the group from the Myriad Swords Immortal Sect, upon recognizing the strength of the skeletons, suddenly changed the tone of his voice.
If they were to face opponents at the Supreme Realm, these disciples of great sects would not even consider them a threat.
But there were just too many skeletons in front of them; they stretched as far as the eye could see, numbering at least tens of thousands.
But that's not the most despairing thing.
Behind that sea of bones, the crack was forcibly opened by an even greater force.
Dozens of tall figures slowly rose from the ground.
These people wore tattered ancient armor and held rusty weapons in their hands.
The aura emanating from them directly pressed down the surrounding supreme skeletons, forcing them to lie flat on the ground, unable to even lift their heads.
An ancient corpse of true immortal level!
Below the cliff, the black-robed old man who was fighting the green-haired corpse demon finally changed his expression.
The celestial image behind the old man was originally radiant, and every strike of the giant axe in his hand could leave deep wounds on the corpse demon.
But just as he was about to sever the corpse demon's head in one fell swoop, the rock beneath his feet suddenly exploded.
Two stenchs of decay, no less potent than his, rose into the sky.
Two enormous corpse demons burst forth from the ground, one on the left and one on the right.
The figure on the left is holding a broken black spear, while the figure on the right is dragging a broken bell covered in patina.
Two more ancient corpses at the Quasi-Immortal King level have appeared!
The corpse demon wielding the broken spear let out a low growl, and the broken spear, accompanied by a piercing sound of wind being cut, instantly pierced through the old man's Dharma form.
Another corpse demon swung the broken bell and smashed it hard into the Dharma Image's chest.
"puff!"
The old man in black robes was struck as if by lightning, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
The golden image behind him was covered in cracks, and then shattered into countless points of light amidst a mournful cry.
The old man lost control of his body and crashed into the cliff face like a meteor, scattering large amounts of rubble.
"Elder!"
The young man in brocade robes had just climbed out of the pit when he saw his invincible protector being beaten to the ground by the three-headed quasi-immortal king corpse demon, and he was completely dumbfounded.
Ignoring his injuries, he pulled out a jade pendant radiating a soft golden light from his pocket and spat a mouthful of blood onto it.
The jade pendant instantly transformed into a golden semi-circular protective shield, trapping him and the remaining disciples of the Wuji Dojo inside.
This is a life-saving trump card bestowed by the elders of the dojo; it should never be used unless absolutely necessary.
The other successors of the various lineages were also thrown into a panic.
Several burly men from the Nine Heavens Divine Mountain frantically unleashed their lightning, shattering the approaching Supreme Relic into charred remains.
But those skeletons knew no fear; as soon as one group fell, another surged up.
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect formed a sword formation, and countless sword energies intertwined in mid-air to form a large net.
An ancient corpse of a true immortal walked towards the sword net, letting the sharp sword energy spark at its rusty armor. It simply raised a withered hand and gently clenched it.
The Sword Net system collapsed instantly.
Several disciples suffered a backlash, falling backward to the ground with blood gushing from their mouths.
Faced with a zombie horde of this magnitude, all the geniuses' trump cards seemed so pale and powerless; they could only struggle to hold on and delay their death.
Amidst this chaos, the situation for Xiao Yan and Xiao Shi Hao is also far from optimistic.
Xiao Yan gripped the Eight Desolations Annihilation Ruler with both hands and took a deep breath. The blood and qi within his body surged like a raging river; with each swing of the giant ruler, a gust of wind arose, smashing the onrushing skeletons into dust.
The Nine Netherworld Meteor Flame leaped across the ruler's body, and the black flames that touched the low-level corpse demons instantly burned them to ashes.
But the number of enemies was simply too great.
Xiao Yan felt his arms begin to feel slightly numb.
This giant ruler, weighing a million pounds, wouldn't feel like much when swung around a few times normally, but in this kind of high-intensity battle of attrition, physical strength is depleted very quickly.
Little Shi Hao next to him was even more ferocious.
He didn't even need weapons; he simply swung his small fist, and with one punch, he could pierce through the chest cavity of a Venerable Realm skeleton.
But as they fought, Xiao Shihao stopped, frowned, and retreated to Xiao Yan's side.
"Eleventh Junior Brother, something's wrong." Little Shi Hao pointed ahead.
Xiao Yan looked in the direction he was pointing, and his heart sank.
The skeletons and ancient corpses that were originally besieging the disciples of various Daoist sects stopped their movements at some point.
They all turned their heads in unison, their empty eye sockets all aimed at Xiao Yan and Xiao Shi Hao.
Even the dozens of ancient corpses at the True Immortal level pushed through the crowd and approached them step by step.
The reason is simple.
Xiao Yan and Xiao Shi Hao had just spent eighty-one days in the Dragon Transformation Pool, absorbing the true blood of countless ancient divine beasts.
Their physical bodies are now brimming with vitality, like two small suns.
In the eyes of these ancient corpses, who craved life and essence, the disciples of those great sects were at most mere porridge and side dishes, while Xiao Yan and Xiao Shi Hao were absolutely the most delicious feast in the world.
"I've been taken advantage of." Xiao Yan gave a wry smile, holding the giant ruler horizontally in front of his chest, ready to fight to the death.
In the distance, on a green wooden flying boat hidden in a corner.
Looking at the out-of-control situation outside, Li Changsheng silently took out a golden escape talisman from his sleeve.
"Opportunities are something that will come if they are destined to be, and you can't force them if they aren't."
"Since this medicine is so hot to handle, let's not get involved."
He turned to look at Zi Yan and waved: "Little girl, hold on tight to the railing, your senior brother will take you away."
Zi Yan obediently hugged a wooden pillar, but her eyes were filled with worry as she looked at Xiao Yan and Shi Hao in the distance.
Li Changsheng crushed the escape talisman in his hand, and a spatial force instantly enveloped the flying boat.
However, the spatial power had just risen when it vanished without a trace, as if forcibly severed by something.
Li Changsheng's expression froze.
He lowered his head and looked at the deepest crack in the wasteland.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
A deep, muffled heartbeat came from the depths of the earth.
The sound wasn't loud, but it bypassed the body's defenses and struck everyone's soul.
Immediately afterwards, two terrifying pressures, surpassing even those of Quasi-Immortal Kings and carrying the complete laws of the Great Dao, descended upon this desolate ancient realm like two collapsed celestial mountains.
An ancient corpse at the level of a Celestial King has awakened.
Under the influence of these two oppressive forces, the laws governing the entire space were completely locked down.
Let alone the Void Escape Talisman, even if a Celestial King were to personally tear apart the void, it would still require considerable effort.
Under this oppressive force, the cultivators on the wasteland collapsed to the ground in droves, their eyes filled with endless despair.
Li Changsheng stared at the talisman paper in his hand, now reduced to ashes, and remained silent for a long time.
He raised his hand and rubbed his throbbing temples.
"I just wanted to be a team leader quietly," Li Changsheng sighed, his tone filled with helplessness.
"Are you trying to force me to fight? Don't you know I hate fighting the most?"
He placed his hand on the worn-out sword case behind his back and slowly walked down from the deck of the airship.
Ignoring the horrified stares around him, he walked step by step toward the impenetrable sea of corpses.
"Hey, old man over there," Li Changsheng called out to the black-robed old man who was being rubbed against the stone wall.
"If you can still breathe, take your young master and step back a bit, so he won't get covered in blood later."
The old man in the black robe opened his eyes with difficulty, looked at the young man dressed in coarse linen clothes, and felt a pang of bitterness in his heart.
Why is a young disciple leading the team trying to play the hero at this time?
Even he, a quasi-Immortal King, has fallen, so what use is a junior?
Li Changsheng didn't care what others thought.
He stopped and stood in front of Xiao Yan and Xiao Shi Hao.
Faced with the countless skeletons of supreme beings covering the mountains and fields, dozens of ancient corpses of true immortals, and two newly awakened immortal king monsters lurking in the shadows.
He gently patted the sword case.
A rusty iron sword flew out automatically and landed in his palm.
"Do you think having more people guarantees a win?" Li Changsheng gripped his iron sword, a faint smile playing on his lips.
He closed his eyes and made an ancient hand seal with one hand.
The next moment, in every corner of the entire Immortal Realm, whether it was a bustling city or a remote mountain and marshland.
Those clones of Li Changsheng who were drinking tea, sweeping the floor, or in seclusion all stopped what they were doing.
The dark clouds above the ancient realm were suddenly torn apart.
The laws of space become incredibly fragile in the face of this power.
Blurry figures stepped out from the void.
At first there were only a few dozen, then hundreds, then thousands.
In just a few breaths.
The sky above the entire cliff was completely filled with countless figures.
Every figure was dressed in the same coarse linen clothes.
Each figure carried the same worn-out sword case on their back.
A full million Li Changsheng floated in the sky, looking down at the group of ancient corpses baring their fangs and claws below.
One million sword immortals drew their swords simultaneously.
The crisp sound of swords clashing converged into a sound wave capable of tearing apart the universe, instantly sweeping away the overwhelming corpse energy.
Li Changsheng opened his eyes and pointed his iron sword at the endless sea of corpses in front of him.
"Now, let's see who has more people."
A million young people dressed in linen clothes floated in the sky.
The scene actually looks rather comical.
Because everyone's movements, expressions, and even the patches on their clothes were exactly the same.
But at this moment, no one on the wasteland could laugh.
The air became extremely quiet; even the wind stopped.
The countless skeletons of the supreme beings covering the mountains and plains seemed to sense some kind of irresistible instinctive suppression, and stopped their skeletal feet from moving forward.
The long sword in the hand of the disciple leading the group from the Myriad Swords Immortal Sect clattered onto the rock.
His proud sword spirit was instantly cracked in the face of the sword intent emanating from the million rusty iron swords in the sky.
He knelt down with a thud, looked up, and his eyes were filled with shock.
"This... what a vast sword path this is?" His lips trembled.
In the ruins not far away, the old man in black robes, who had been severely injured by the Quasi-Immortal King Corpse Demon, leaned against the stone wall, panting heavily.
He had escaped death and should have been grateful, but when he looked up and saw Li Changsheng's face clearly, he froze as if struck by lightning.
"Linen clothes, broken sword case..."
The old man stretched out his blood-stained finger, pointing at the main figure in the sky, his voice sharp and distorted with shock.
"Could this be Li Changsheng, the first-ranked immortal from the Primordial Celestial Court?!"
Upon hearing this name, the young man in brocade robes who had just gotten up was stunned for a moment.
He had certainly heard of the name. Among the younger generation of the various Dao lineages in the Immortal Realm, Li Changsheng was practically a joke.
Rumor has it that this first-order cultivator occupies a position without doing anything, is timid by nature, and has been stuck at a low level for tens of thousands of years, never daring to go down to the mortal realm to gain experience, let alone participate in the competition between various Dao lineages.
"Elder, isn't he a piece of trash who hasn't even reached the True Immortal level?" The young man in brocade swallowed hard.
"Trash? Have you ever seen any trash that can exude the aura of a Celestial King!"
The old man in black robes slapped the young man across the face, making his beard tremble with anger.
"That's a Celestial King! He fooled everyone in the entire Celestial Realm! Not only did he quietly cultivate to become a Celestial King, but he also mastered this unheard-of Dao of Avatars!"
The old man looked at the sky filled with Li Changsheng, and his heart turned cold.
He recalled how his young master had just mocked a reclusive Immortal King outside the crack, and now he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
To challenge the Celestial King is to think you've lived too long!
In mid-air, Li Changsheng picked at his ear, ignoring the exclamations below.
He looked at the three enormous quasi-immortal king corpse demons in front of him and sighed softly.
"Let's get started. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go back to sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, he casually swung the iron sword in his hand forward.
Behind him, a million sword immortal clones simultaneously raised their iron swords.
There were no shouts of battle, nor any dazzling magical light.
They simply performed a basic chopping motion in unison.
One million ordinary sword energies converged in mid-air.
Quantitative change led to qualitative change; those tiny sword energies merged together, transforming into a white Milky Way that stretched across the entire wasteland.
The Milky Way cascades down.
The first to be affected were the tens of thousands of supreme skeletons.
(End of chapter)