Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 544 - 264: The Fall of the Earth Immortal, An Axe from the West!_2

His cultivation level had long reached the pinnacle of Saint Manifestation. Combined with the supreme sonic scripture inheritance from the Sanqing, his combat power was astonishing. It was no overstatement to call him a half-step Earth Immortal.

But on a battlefield of that caliber, a half-step Earth Immortal... was ultimately not a true Earth Immortal.

Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix was a forbidden tune of the Sonic Sect. Any technique bearing the word "forbidden" often implied it came with an enormous, unacceptable cost in exchange for the desired power.

And that cost was life itself.

His foundational accumulation was no match for Zhuo Canglang’s, making it impossible for him to attempt Tribulation Transcendence on the spot. He could only resort to this method, burning his own life force in exchange for a short-term surge in combat power. Only then could he make a difference in such a battle.

From the moment he stepped forward, he knew his fate. He went to his death with composure, seeking only to bring a glimmer of hope to the battle in the void. Fortunately, his sacrifice was not in vain. The Demon Race also lost a Demon Emperor.

***

"Sometimes, I truly don’t understand the way you humans think!" Ye Huang’s voice was cool and detached. Staring at Zhuo Canglang and the others who stood in opposition, he said, "Cultivating is not easy for you. You’ve finally gained an opportunity for transcendence, yet now you choose to die for a group of lowly ants! Is it worth it?"

The people before him were all the top experts of the Human Race. If they were willing to retreat and ignore those weak burdens, they could live a life of absolute freedom and ease in any world they chose to travel to. They even had the chance to achieve immortality and eternal life. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

Yet now, they fought to the death here to prevent the demons from leaving Demon Sea Island. They were willing to die, willing to sever their very cultivation paths. The people of the past were like this, and so are the people of today.

Zhuo Canglang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his body emanating a dense immortal light. "There is no ’worth it’ or ’not worth it’," he said. "We simply do not want to sever our roots!

"The Human Race is our root! Without roots, we are like rootless duckweed."

Ye Huang said, "Cultivation is constant transcendence—transcending your origins, transcending your people, transcending everything! This should be true for any race. You have too many attachments. No wonder you cannot walk the path for long."

Zhuo Canglang responded, "The path of the Dao is long, like a journey across a vast ocean. If you have nothing to anchor you, nothing to look back to from time to time, then the deeper you go, the easier it is to lose yourself. Once you’ve even lost your sense of self, what is the point of cultivation?"

Ye Huang fell silent for a moment before speaking, "It seems that in the end, neither of us can convince the other."

Zhuo Canglang replied, "It has always been so. Those on different paths cannot walk together, so there is no need to talk further."

The battle had not stopped for a single moment. Even as they spoke, the surrounding immortal light and Demonic Qi continued to intertwine and clash. The terrifying shockwaves they generated shattered the void. Even the slightest leakage of this power was enough to tear the entire world asunder.

***

This war was destined to be a fight to the death.

The Demon Race had already sacrificed nearly all of its own people. If they couldn’t eliminate these troublesome humans in one fell swoop, a new turn of events could arise at any moment.

What if reinforcements arrived from the other states of Divine Province?

Before invading this world, they had studied this realm thoroughly. They knew that although the lands between each domain were vast and the journeys long and boundless, it would take a considerable amount of time even with teleportation Formations. Moreover, each domain had its own problems to face.

The North Domain, for instance, was constantly on guard against the Snow Devil Race of the far north. In the Buddhist nations of the Western Land, a hundred flowers had bloomed in recent years; the status of temples like Modo Temple, Leiyin Temple, and Tian Long Temple within the Buddhist Sect was no longer as stable as before, as they were all embroiled in struggles for faith. It went without saying that Dong Huang Da Di was the territory of the Devil Race. Even the Central Domain, known as the most prosperous and flourishing region, had seen a large number of spatial rifts appear in recent years and frequently faced incursions from extra-domain beings.

But no matter what, as long as the Human Race was given enough time, the situation could always change. The Demon Race could not accept such a possibility, because they had no path of retreat.

***

The Human Race could not retreat either.

The seal was broken. If these dozen or so Demon Emperors were to enter the lands of Divine Province, the consequences would be unimaginable. Furthermore, they no longer had the ability to deploy another Formation capable of sealing these Demon Emperors. Therefore, there would be no standoff, no drawn-out engagement. Even if it meant being ground to dust, they had to stake everything on this one battle.

This point had been made crystal clear in the high-level meetings held by the Immortal Alliance before they departed. Gong Shangyu’s sacrifice had pushed the war into a true fever pitch.

Perfected Daoxuan’s white hair billowed wildly. Above his head, the Devil Suppressing Tower cast a mottled immortal light, grand and majestic. Thousands of streams of Chaotic Qi poured down from it, suppressing the void with terrifying might.

The old Heavenly Master of Longhu lightly swung his horsetail whisk, creating talismans in mid-air. Beams of immortal light shot out, transforming into tens of thousands of lightning bolts. They coalesced into an ocean of Thunder that annihilated evil spirits, and he traded blows evenly with the opposing Demon Emperor.

Snow Ancestor stood proudly in the void. Her snow-white hair danced like a waterfall, and her long, straight legs emitted a luminescent, jade-like glow. With a raise of her hand, runes filled the sky and an unimaginable cold wave enveloped the world. A dense, ice-blue immortal light emanated from her body, making her resemble the Guanghan Fairy. She stood there, bearing a pair of ice wings as thin as a cicada’s, and with a single stir of the air, gusts of wind and snow swept across the void like dragons.

This expanse of the void trembled, as if unable to bear the colossal force of their attacks.

They were strong, but the Demon Race was not weak. In fact, they were even stronger.

Ye Huang casually threw his wide cloak. It transformed into a veil of night that enveloped several people. A dense, dark light descended upon a few Earth Immortals. It was like a curse, like maggots boring into their very bones. Their expressions changed drastically in an instant. Their immortal light was corrupted, and their auras fluctuated violently.

The Empress of the Charm Demon Clan had a graceful figure and long, shapely legs. Her outfit was extremely revealing, consisting only of a few thin, jade-colored strips that concealed key areas. This half-hidden, half-revealed look was all the more stimulating, enough to make one’s blood race.