Cultivation Begins with Daily Intelligence Reports

239: The Great War Breaks OutLin Jingyu naturally wouldn’t reveal his crazy plan of ”snatching food from the tiger’s mouth,” but merely pointed out a viable alternative.

Of course, the key to the plan’s success lay in whether he could utilize the secret method obtained from the intelligence.

Breaking into the altar, suppressing Standing for Fierce Blood Sun, and seizing the Opportunity.

Feng Xixi looked deeply at Lin Jingyu. She vaguely felt that Lin Jingyu was still hiding something, but the situation was critical and allowed no room for deep investigation.

Lin Jingyu’s judgment and proposal were the most feasible ideas currently available. She immediately decided, ”Jingyu’s analysis is sound. We have no retreat; we must fight! The priority is to recover our strength as quickly as possible, and then strike straight at the Dragon’s Den!”

Xu Li wiped the longsword in his hand. Although he didn’t speak, the determination in his eyes said everything. He owed Lin Jingyu a life; this battle was his inescapable duty.

Qin Yue naturally stood by Lin Jingyu without any objection.

Immediately, the group stopped hesitating, each taking out their treasured Medicinal Pills and Spirit Stones to fully recover.

Lin Jingyu used this time to completely stabilize his newly achieved Ninth Layer of Qi Refining cultivation and, with the help of several newly acquired high-quality soul fiend crystals, pushed his cultivation to the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining Peak.

The Spirit Refining Art also advanced, reaching First-Order Perfection. His Divine Sense coverage was wider, and his perception became increasingly sharp.

As everyone’s condition recovered to its best state.

Harboring a desperate resolve, this team—temporarily patched together from various forces, having survived internal strife only to be re-coalesced by immense external pressure—headed toward the core of the Secret Realm.

They resolutely marched toward the Ten Thousand Souls Altar, which symbolized both death and Opportunity.

The closer they got to the core area, the more terrifying the sight between heaven and earth became.

The sky was no longer grey but was stained with an ominous dark red, as if soaked in blood. A foul wind howled, kicking up bone dust and black ash from the ground. The air was thick with an inescapable smell of blood and resentment.

They could even see countless illusory, twisted, blood-colored Souls wailing, being pulled by an invisible force, surging toward a single direction like a hundred rivers flowing to the sea. The sight was spine-chilling and made their Divine Souls tremble.

Finally, after crossing a mountain range piled high with countless massive skeletons, a black altar, too vast to describe, suddenly appeared at the edge of their vision.

The altar towered into the clouds, seeming to connect heaven and earth.

The base was constructed from countless pale, varying-sized skeletons, some humanoid, some bestial, piled layer upon layer, a sight that made one’s scalp crawl.

The upper section was built from some kind of pitch-black megalith that seemed to absorb all light, its surface covered in countless twisted, seemingly living, blood-colored runes.

These runes emitted a faint red light. A monstrous wave of resentment and Evil Qi, along with a terrifying suction force, emanated from the altar, forming a visible dark-red energy vortex.

Around the altar, there were hundreds of densely packed black-robed Demonic Cultivators, forming a massive Combined Battle Formation wreathed in black Qi, their Evil Qi soaring into the sky, protecting the altar in the center.

These Demonic Cultivators had fanatical yet vacant eyes, clearly having been thoroughly brainwashed.

At the very top of the altar, a young man stood with his hands behind his back. He wore a dark purple Coiled Dragon Demonic Robe, his face was wickedly handsome, but his eyes were as cold as ten thousand years of profound ice.

He looked down upon the crowd like ants, a cruel and indifferent curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

It was Standing for Fierce Blood Sun!

His gaze swept over Feng Xixi, Lin Jingyu, and the others, as if he were looking at a group of sacrifices who had delivered themselves. His voice wasn’t loud, yet it clearly spread throughout the battlefield, carrying an air of supreme judgment:

”You finally arrived... This True Inheritor has been waiting for a long time. Men, kill them all!”

”Demonic Scoundrel! How dare you be so arrogant! Today is the day you die!”

Feng Xixi’s Phoenix eyes were filled with Evil Qi, and she let out a sharp cry, wasting no more words. She knew she had to strike first and break the Demonic Cultivator’s formation.

The ice soul cold light sword let out a clear, sky-shaking sword cry, transforming into a blue streak capable of freezing the Soul, and was the first to tear through the dark-red sky, rushing straight toward Standing for Fierce Blood Sun atop the altar.

She intended to strike down this chief culprit with her sword.

The great battle erupted instantly!

”Kill!”

Vice President Gu Yue brought out his crimson Medicine Cauldron. The Pill Fire blazed fiercely, turning into a sea of flames that swept toward the great Demonic Cultivator formation.

Shopkeeper Shui Sheng’s ”Starlight Ribbon” unfurled like the Milky Way pouring backward, coiling toward the expert Demonic Cultivators in the formation.

Captain Zhao Mang roared like thunder, plunging directly into the enemy formation like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus, his iron fists sweeping all before them.

Xu Li’s sword light was like lightning; his Sword Intent had recovered to its Peak, and his Moves were exquisite and vicious, focused entirely on vital points.

Every strike could make Cultivators of the same rank tremble with fear.

Qin Yue and Xu Shousheng, along with the remnants of the Baili Family, Ouyang Ming, and the surrendered Cultivators who were forced to participate, all gritted their teeth and displayed their Divine Abilities to fight the Demonic Cultivators for survival.

Spiritual Light, Magic Treasures, and Spells of various colors violently collided. Explosions, the clash of metal, war cries, and dying shrieks instantly echoed throughout this blood-colored world.

The turbulence of Spiritual Qi slightly warped the space itself. The battle entered a white-hot, extremely tragic phase right from the start.

Lin Jingyu did not rush toward the top of the altar to clash head-on with Standing for Fierce Blood Sun immediately.

He moved along the edge of the battlefield like a calm phantom.

The Spirit Refining Art operated at full power. His powerful Divine Sense was like the most precise radar, accurately capturing every detail of the battlefield.

At times, he pressed his fingers together like a sword, releasing a concentrated Finger Wind. This was not meant to kill the enemy, but to accurately shoot toward the crucial operational node of a Demonic Cultivator’s Cultivation Technique.

Causing their Qi to stagnate and their Spell to be interrupted, allowing their opponent to seize the chance to kill or severely injure them.

At other times, he condensed his Divine Sense into invisible spikes, launching sneak attacks against Demonic Cultivators whose minds showed flaws. While not directly lethal, it was enough to make them momentarily lose focus, which was often fatal in intense combat.

He acted more like a battlefield regulator, constantly weakening the power of the Demonic Cultivators, saving endangered comrades, and silently approaching a specific, seemingly inconspicuous position at the base of the altar.

His movements were concealed and efficient, ensuring he did not draw the specific attention of Standing for Fierce Blood Sun. He knew his true battlefield was not here.

The battle situation was extremely tragic. The Demonic Cultivators were numerous and fought fearlessly, and the battle formation they established was quite profound.

Although Feng Xixi and the others were strong, most of them had not fully recovered from their injuries and were suppressed by the terrifying resentful power emanating from the altar, making it difficult for them to fully exert their strength.

As time passed, the Alliance side gradually fell into a disadvantage. People were constantly being injured and killed. Their blood stained the black earth, which was then silently absorbed by the altar, making the altar’s blood light increasingly intense.

Standing for Fierce Blood Sun, atop the altar, appeared comfortable and relaxed in the face of Feng Xixi’s frantic assault.

He did not use his full strength; he merely waved his hand and neutralized Feng Xixi’s fierce sword momentum, maintaining that cruel smile at the corner of his mouth throughout.

He was completely unconcerned about the casualties of the Demonic Cultivators below. Instead, as the death toll increased, the fanaticism in his eyes grew stronger.