ATPnovel Chapter 117 The First Person Below the Nascent Soul Stage
Chapter 117 The First Person Below the Nascent Soul Stage
The warships of the righteous and the demonic paths were far apart.
After the conversation ended, the middle-aged cultivator from Night Dragon Island looked to the other side.
"Fellow Daoist Feng Huo, what do you think?"
He transmitted his voice to the Core Formation cultivator on another demonic warship.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, there's no rush. Let's see what those cannon fodder found out first."
Furthermore, the righteous path also has people from the Three Immortals Sect hidden among them.
Fellow Daoist Feng Huo from Yuangui Island returned to spread the Dao.
He was also at the mid-stage of Core Formation, and was the junior brother of the Crimson Fire Old Monster, as well as a disciple of the Flame True Man.
"Alright, let's do as Fellow Daoist Feng Huo says."
Fellow Daoist Zhang from Night Dragon Island nodded.
Another hour passed, and none of the low-level cultivators who had entered the deserted island's magic array returned.
Those low-level cultivators who were lucky enough not to enter the formation were all ashen-faced. No matter how the leaders of the righteous and demonic paths shouted and urged them, not one of them dared to step into the formation's range.
"waste!"
On the warship of Night Dragon Island, the Core Formation cultivator surnamed Zhang had a gloomy expression.
Several Foundation Establishment stage demonic cultivators stood beside him, all bowing their heads and remaining silent, afraid of angering this elder.
Just then, a pink streak of light appeared on the distant horizon—it was an exquisite flying beast chariot.
This chariot is about six zhang long, and three strange blue birds pull it forward.
These strange birds have six eyes and four wings, and fly extremely fast. They are tamed flying monsters and are used as chariot-pulling spirit pets.
The beast-drawn chariot flew to the vicinity of the two demonic warships.
"stop!"
A man's voice came from inside the carriage, and the beast-drawn carriage immediately stopped in mid-air.
Then, as the light faded, a series of beautiful young women appeared.
These female cultivators stood neatly on either side of the beast-drawn carriage, each with their heads bowed and solemn expressions, all possessing the cultivation level of the Foundation Establishment stage.
The leader was dressed in green, with long hair piled on top of his head and two swords strapped to his back; he possessed the cultivation level of the early stage of Core Formation.
"Young Master, we've arrived."
The woman cupped her hands and addressed the person inside the car.
"Um."
A man's voice came from inside the car.
The light on the beast-drawn carriage dissipated, revealing the person sitting inside.
He was a young man who was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.
He wore a magnificent purple robe and a tall crown. He had a handsome face, with a golden glint in his eyes that gave him a hint of evil.
He stepped out of the beast-drawn carriage, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at the deserted island below, a slight smile on his lips.
Meanwhile, Core Formation cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths boarded their respective warships.
"He is Wen Tianren, the successor of the Six Paths Supreme Saint."
Dong Muzi, the white-robed elder from the Righteous Path Heavenly Mystery Sect, frowned.
"Young Master Wen has arrived."
On the Demonic Night Dragon Island, the gloomy cultivator surnamed Zhang's face surprisingly softened upon seeing Wen Tianren.
"Gentlemen, this formation is indeed ingenious. With your strength, you can break it by attacking it individually, but it will take at least a few months and cause too much disturbance."
When the Qingyang Sect arrives, there will likely be a struggle. Why don't you join forces to defeat them?
I happen to have nothing to do, and I'd like to act as a middleman here.
Wen Tianren turned his gaze towards the warships of the righteous and demonic paths, and with a slight movement of his lips, he transmitted his voice to the ears of several Core Formation cultivators.
"Young Master Wen, isn't it inappropriate for the righteous and demonic paths to join forces?"
The cultivator surnamed Zhang from the Demonic Path Night Dragon Island looked troubled.
"Hehe, what's wrong with that? We're all fellow cultivators, how about you give me some face?"
Wen Tianren's gaze swept over him, and then the aura of the late-stage Core Formation stage surged from his body.
That night, the Zhang-surname cultivator from Dragon Island and the Feng Huo-surname cultivator from Yuan Gui Island exchanged a glance upon seeing this.
Dong Muzi of the Righteous Heavenly Mystery Sect and Elder Lu Tuo of the Three Immortals Sect exchanged glances.
All four of them are at the mid-stage of Core Formation; if they join forces, they will definitely break the formation faster.
Wen Tianren, on the other hand, is a late-stage Core Formation cultivator and has gained considerable fame among Core Formation cultivators in the Chaotic Star Sea in recent years.
Because he had killed many Core Formation cultivators, including some late-stage Core Formation cultivators of the same level, he was known as "the number one person below the Nascent Soul stage".
"Hehe, since Young Master Wen of Holy Demon Island is here to vouch for us, let's join forces to break this strange magic array on the deserted island."
After the magic array is broken, we can explore the ruins inside.
Dong Muzi of the Righteous Path Heavenly Mystery Sect stroked his beard as he spoke.
Wen Tianren was a disciple of the leader of the demonic path. In Dong Muzi's mind, it was already a great blessing that he did not stand on the side of the demonic path but acted as a mediator.
Otherwise, if Wen Tianren directly joins forces with the demonic forces there, they will probably have no choice but to retreat from this place and give up this battle for the ruins.
"Alright, since it's Young Master Wen who has spoken, we'll naturally give him face. So, let's reluctantly join forces with you hypocrites from the righteous path for now."
The demonic cultivator surnamed Zhang said coldly.
"Hehe, then you can break the formation yourselves."
Wen Tianren summoned an ice throne and sat down beside it.
The woman in green robes beside him poured him some spiritual tea.
Four Core Formation cultivators from both the righteous and demonic paths took flight from the warship and hovered above the deserted island.
The Zhang surname cultivator from Night Dragon Island flicked his sleeve, and a long, jet-black sword flew out.
The beacon fire cultivator from Yuan Gui Island opened his mouth and spewed out a ball of crimson flames, which transformed into a three-legged fire cauldron.
On the righteous side, Dong Muzi of the Tianji Sect made a hand seal, and a blue jade scroll appeared behind him, surrounding him.
Elder Lu Tuo of the Three Immortals Sect then summoned an ancient longsword.
The four stood in their respective positions, several dozen feet apart, working together to break the formation while maintaining a distance to guard against each other.
The cultivator surnamed Zhang was the first to strike, his black blade, imbued with demonic energy, slashing fiercely at the protective light barrier surrounding the deserted island.
"boom--!"
The light barrier of the magic circle materialized under this attack.
A hint of seriousness flashed in the eyes of the cultivator surnamed Zhang, but his hands did not stop, continuously slashing at the same spot.
Upon seeing this, the cultivator with the beacon fire flicked his hands, and the three-legged fire cauldron spun violently, spewing out a pillar of crimson fire that slammed into the array's light barrier.
The two righteous individuals also stopped observing.
The jade slip behind Dong Muzi shot out, and countless golden characters fell like raindrops, causing the light screen to ripple continuously.
Elder Lu Tuo's longsword let out a clear whistle, transforming into a streak of azure light that pierced towards the light barrier.
The four of them working together were incredibly powerful.
The spiritual energy above the deserted island fluctuated violently, causing the surrounding sea to surge. The low-level cultivators had already retreated to a more distant place.
Under the repeated bombardment of the four mid-stage Core Formation cultivators, fine cracks began to appear on the array's light barrier.
However, whenever a crack appears, the formation will automatically draw upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to quickly repair it.
"This formation can actually absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to repair itself!"
Dong Muzi's expression changed slightly.
"Hmph, let's see how long it can last."
The cultivator surnamed Zhang snorted coldly and intensified his attacks.
An hour passed.
Two hours passed.
The four Core Formation cultivators had exhausted their mana, and their offensive gradually slowed down.
Just as the four were about to continue their attack, a masked, burly rogue cultivator suddenly flew into the air above the deserted island.
He ignored the four mid-stage Core Formation cultivators and walked straight towards Wen Tianren.
"This island is mine. You, and all of you, may leave."
The masked man, who was actually Qingfeng, pointed at Wen Tianren and the four Core Formation cultivators.