Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 471 - 243: The Fall of the Saint! Prepare for Battle at Zhenmo City!_2

Chapter 471: Chapter 243: The Fall of the Saint! Prepare for Battle at Zhenmo City!_2

Thirty thousand li from Demon Sea Island, a grand city was under construction. It encompassed all the border outposts once used to resist the Demon Race, connecting them to form an unprecedentedly magnificent metropolis named Zhenmo City.

This was a major operation. The One Hundred and Eight Blessed Lands had joined forces, each contributing their unique skills to make this great city impregnable. Furthermore, they gathered over eighty percent of their top experts and elite disciples there. It had been confirmed that a Demon Emperor on Demon Sea Island had survived to this day and awakened from its slumber. Without top-tier combat power to stand guard, any amount of effort would be in vain.

The meeting dispersed. All the sect heads and elders left in a hurry, their expressions solemn. The matter was significant and urgent; they needed to start preparing immediately.

Zhuo Canglang and Wang Xiu stayed behind alone.

"There is no need for the Saint Heir to go to Zhenmo City," said Zhuo Canglang, looking at Wang Xiu.

"Why not?" Wang Xiu raised an eyebrow.

"The situation is unclear, and the outcome is difficult to predict. We currently know very little about the Demon Race’s true strength. If it wasn’t for this incident... we wouldn’t even have known that a Demon Emperor had awakened on Demon Sea Island!" Zhuo Canglang sighed. This was not pessimism; it was a rational analysis.

No one understood the treacherous power of the Demon Race better than the Sanqing Immortal Sect. It was truly uncertain whether the Human Race could withstand their resurgence.

The Sanqing Immortal Sect had only just recovered from its last calamity and was finally showing signs of a revival. With a Saint Heir like Wang Xiu, who possessed enormous potential, they could not afford to take such a risk.

Zhuo Canglang was the Sect Leader. He needed to preserve a spark for Sanqing’s future.

Wang Xiu understood his intentions but disagreed. "I must go!"

Zhuo Canglang said, "You are still young. Although your talent is immense, at your current Realm, it’s unlikely you can make much of an impact on such a battlefield."

Indeed, a battlefield of that level was terrifying. Once a war broke out, even the most outstanding prodigies were meaningless. Those destined to die had no chance of escape.

Wang Xiu’s strength was considerable; at the Nascent Soul Realm, he was powerful enough to slay Great Ability experts of the Soul Travel Realm. But on that future battlefield, the fall of Saints would be commonplace, and even Earth Immortals would bleed. As for Nascent Soul and Soul Travel Realm cultivators, countless casualties were inevitable.

In Zhuo Canglang’s view, the risk was completely meaningless.

"Martial Uncle, you have never truly understood me." Wang Xiu shook his head, his eyes full of determination. He suddenly closed his eyes and focused his mind, sending a stream of pure consciousness into Zhuo Canglang’s forehead.

Zhuo Canglang frowned as he felt it. Then, his expression changed dramatically, his eyes filling with shock as he beheld a magnificent vision. It was a majestic city standing proudly in the chaotic void, seemingly existing beyond all laws, eternally indestructible. Bathed in radiant light and filled with divine rainbows, it looked like an immortal citadel.

Zhuo Canglang was deeply shaken. Though it was just an image, it made him feel utterly insignificant.

"What is that?"

"The Primordial Divine City. In an ancient era, a Divine Puppet Master who achieved the Dao through his craft spent countless years gathering the mighty power of gods and immortals to forge this holy city. It is indestructible through countless calamities, unbound by rules..." Wang Xiu explained slowly. What he had shown Zhuo Canglang was not just a vision but also the city’s blueprints.

This was one of the most famous puppets from the Grand Cycle Divine Controlling Classic. That’s right—the holy city was a gigantic puppet. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

"Such an existence is definitely not of this world! Where did you obtain this?" Zhuo Canglang asked, utterly astonished.

"From the Holy Realm—within the Taixu Ancient Path. I received the inheritance from that senior by chance," Wang Xiu replied, his expression unchanged. He said this with a straight face, completely confident it could never be disproven.

As expected, upon hearing of the Holy Realm, the shock in Zhuo Canglang’s eyes lessened, replaced by a dawning understanding. The Holy Realm had always been shrouded in mystery, rumored to be a fragment of the Immortal Realm. All sorts of miraculous things had appeared from it throughout history, but very few had ever managed to acquire such a supreme opportunity.

"No wonder your puppetry skills are so brilliant!" Zhuo Canglang exclaimed as if he had found the answer, his gaze toward Wang Xiu tinged with envy. This young man not only possessed rare and extraordinary talent but also had such heaven-defying fortune. Could the tales of children blessed by destiny actually be true?

"However, even if you have the blueprints, building such a holy city is likely beyond our capabilities," Zhuo Canglang said, his thoughts turning practical once more after the initial shock wore off.

"True. But even a simplified version will surely be stronger than one constructed in haste," Wang Xiu readily admitted.

The Primordial Divine City was far too advanced. Even possessing the complete Grand Cycle Divine Controlling Classic wasn’t enough. The materials alone were nearly impossible to find, as this world’s level was simply too low. Furthermore, Wang Xiu’s own Cultivation Level was still lacking. The Divine Puppet Master of that ancient era had refined an entire galaxy into the holy city, supplementing it with the energy veins of heaven and earth and the profound mysteries of the cosmos, granting it unimaginable power.

But that didn’t matter. Wang Xiu had mastered the core of this inheritance. He understood its principles, which allowed for flexibility. Ultimately, the goal was to borrow the might of heaven and earth. While the original version was impossible, creating a pauper’s version using the combined power of the One Hundred and Eight Great Immortal Gates should still be feasible.

"Martial Uncle, rest assured, I’m the most cautious person there is! If a task is truly impossible, I’ll be the first to flee. I never take needless risks," Wang Xiu said with a half-joking smile, seeing Zhuo Canglang’s lingering hesitation.

He had to go to the front lines. Worrying about the situation on the battlefield was one reason, but more importantly... there were so many powerful experts there! Even if it wasn’t quite a situation where ’Saints are as common as dogs and Great Ability experts walk everywhere,’ it wouldn’t be far off. A single boast about one of them would be worth boasting about hundreds of ordinary cultivators! And it wasn’t just the Human Race that had experts; the Demon Race did, too. When two armies face off, isn’t it normal to exchange a little trash talk? Wang Xiu absolutely could not miss out on this.

"Alright, then." After a long period of contemplation, Zhuo Canglang finally chose to compromise, but he made Wang Xiu promise not to act recklessly.

"Don’t worry, Martial Uncle. You know me, right? I’m the most honest person you know," Wang Xiu said with a completely serious expression.

Zhuo Canglang’s mouth twitched, and he said nothing, his face dark.

You, honest? I wonder who it was that dared to barge into the Demon Sect’s main lair back in the Core Formation Stage?

But Zhuo Canglang didn’t voice his thoughts. The vision of the Primordial Divine City that Wang Xiu had shown him was simply too magnificent, and the shock had yet to fade. If they could truly build Zhenmo City in that image, even with just one ten-thousandth of its peak divine power, their odds of defeating the Demon Race would increase by more than thirty percent. He couldn’t refuse.

***

Once the decision was made, preparations began with great urgency.

Over the next few days, the experts of the Sanqing Immortal Sect began to relocate in a continuous stream. The light of the Transport Array never ceased. All sorts of Magical Treasures, Spirit Stones, and puppets—everything that could be used on the battlefield—were constantly being transported.

The number of disciples within the Immortal Sect dwindled. Aside from the Qi Refinement Realm disciples, whose strength was too low for the front lines and were assigned to logistics, all other disciples began moving toward the East Sea. They were organized into military units and thrown into intense training. The training curriculum consisted of one thing—Soul Fighting Machine: Endless Mode!

Spirit Turtle Peak, however, grew livelier.

Outside Wang Xiu’s small courtyard, a large number of Qi Refinement Realm disciples waited respectfully. They gazed toward the courtyard with looks of reverence and fervor.

WHOOSH!

A Jade Talisman flew out. A disciple immediately rushed forward to catch it before speeding off toward Dragon Head Peak without a moment’s delay.

The Jade Talisman recorded a list of special construction materials needed for Zhenmo City, such as Celestial Mountain Jade and Deep Sea Azure Gold. After long consideration, Wang Xiu had selected some workable substitutes from the available resources. He had to ensure the foundational properties were correct, that the materials could be engraved with complete runes, withstand the might of heaven and earth, and not react negatively with other components.

Beyond that, the talisman detailed the smelting and processing methods for these materials, specifying the type of Divine Fire to use for tempering, whether its nature was Yin or Yang, and how to resolve unexpected issues during the process. Every single detail, no matter how small, had to be clarified. The information was incredibly complex, involving many different fields of knowledge that even seasoned artificers would struggle to manage.

A divine city was immense. There was still so much to do.

In the past few days, Wang Xiu had already sent out over a thousand similar Jade Talismans, with no sign of stopping.

With each talisman dispatched, massive groups of people sprang into action. An unimaginable amount of Spirit Stones were burned, an unfathomable amount of manpower mobilized.

The moment the blueprints for Wang Xiu’s Primordial Divine City were laid before the high command of the various great sects, the manpower and resources of all one hundred and eight Immortal Gates were at his command.