Chapter 1077 - 732: Unstoppable Momentum

Chapter 1077: Chapter 732: Unstoppable Momentum

In the future, when we meet again, we can drink and enjoy ourselves, and collaborate with each other.

"Fellow Daoist Xuan Guang, I have urgent matters at home and need to return quickly. I won’t stay in Qin Country."

Shen Xuan shifted his tone, easing the atmosphere.

The Nine-Colored Treasure Lotus has been nurtured for many years, and the Spiritual Treasure has formed.

The Wind and Thunder Escape Technique has reached Great Success, and there are also two Space-Shifting Talismans.

Additionally, there is the Blood Refining Divine Corpse with half the battle power of the Nascent Soul Early Stage.

Far surpassing others of the same rank with Tai Chi Golden Core Magical Power.

Three Treasure Talismans of Profound Ice that have been nurtured for over a hundred years, and more than a thousand Ice Soul Spiritual Crystals...

Shen Xuan is absolutely confident that he can safely escape from True Monarch Xuan Guang.

Of course, avoiding conflict would be the best.

True Monarch Xuan Guang stood silently in the clouds, with rainbow-hued Profound Light subtly flowing around him.

His gaze was deep, lingering on Shen Xuan’s face for several moments.

He did not sense any fear or panic from Shen Xuan.

This meant that the other party had some formidable methods of protection.

Even if he wasn’t an opponent, he had the strength to protect himself.

"If that’s the case, I wish you a smooth journey, Fellow Daoist."

Finally, True Monarch Xuan Guang stepped aside.

Shen Xuan said no more, slightly bowing while atop the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse.

Below him, the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse let out a clear long neigh, silver light bursting from under its four hooves, transforming into a dazzling stream of light that swiftly passed by.

In an instant, it became a small silver dot on the horizon, merging into the vast depths of the clouds, impossible to trace.

...

"Finally quiet."

Shen Xuan sat on the back of the Silver-Horned Celestial Horse, pondering silently.

Earlier, there were seven Divine Senses spying in secret.

Two of them were Nascent Soul Realm.

The rest were Golden Core Late Stage.

Now, they all have disappeared.

Should he detour to avoid the frontline battlefield between Human and Demon Races, or return the same way?

Shen Xuan began to consider.

Detouring would certainly be cautious.

With his current cultivation, unless he encounters a Tier Five Demon Emperor or is caught in a tight encirclement of multiple Tier Four Great Demons.

Otherwise, the vast world is open to him.

"Forget it, let’s return the same way."

After thinking for a while, Shen Xuan decided.

He wanted to see with his own eyes what the battlefield of Human and Demon Races is like now.

He understood the principle of Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil.

But for some reason, there was still some inexplicable unease in his heart.

The fall of Bright Flame Sect had somewhat related to him.

The mistake, naturally, wasn’t his.

True Monarch Red Lotus and others were narrow-minded, calculating merit during times of great peril, committing villainous acts of possession-takeover, scattering people’s hearts.

The sect was overturned due to its own fault.

Yet, it brought suffering to the cultivators and mortals of that region.

Thinking of this, Shen Xuan sighed deeply.

The Silver-Horned Celestial Horse understood his intent, gave a long neigh, and quickened its pace.

...

More than ten days later, five hundred miles outside Moonrise Immortal City.

The Chu Clan in Yuehua City was in a life-and-death crisis.

The family spaceship was driven at full throttle, speeding towards the Myriad Phenomena Daoist Palace as they fled in haste.

The spiritual light on the ship was dim, the array buzzing, reaching its limits.

Behind them, a vast swarm of Demon Birds was relentlessly pursuing.

And a herd of beasts surged on the ground like a tide, raising billowing dust.

The leader, the Three-Eyed Thunder Roc King, had a wingspan of ten zhang, with feathers glowing a metallic blue-green sheen.

The vertical eye on its forehead constantly opened and closed.

With each opening, a blinding bolt of lightning shot out, savagely striking the protective shield of the Chu Clan’s spaceship, exploding in a burst of glaring electric light.

This was a Tier Three Middle Grade Demon King equivalent to Golden Core Middle Stage, dominating the air with the benefits of wind and thunder, its fierce flames towering to the sky.

Following it were over a hundred Tier Two Demon Birds, like a dark cloud pressing down, covering half the sky.

On the ground, a silver wind wolf king led hundreds of demon wolves, running like lightning, sealing off retreat routes on land.

"Boom!"

Another bolt of lightning struck down, making the ship’s shield flicker violently, emitting a groan of unbearable load.

The ship rocked violently, sections of the cabin walls crumbled, fires and thick smoke erupted.

"Chirp!"

The Three-Eyed Thunder Roc King let out a sharp screech, flapping its wings and closing the distance suddenly, from on high, the thunder eye between its forehead flashed madly, its attacks becoming ever more violent and frequent.

The Chu Clan’s spaceship finally lost complete control, veering to crash into the forest below, dragging a trail of thick smoke.

Inside the cabin, there was a deathly silence.

True Master Minghua’s face was solemn, his gaze sweeping across those before him.

More than thirty Chu Clan members, regardless of age, stood tall with proud backs.

Their eyes were tragic, without the slightest hint of fear.

The moment the spaceship touched the ground would be the moment their lives ended.

"Yuehua, Yueyun."

"Here!"

The two young female cultivators stepped forward from the group, voices crisp and full of resolve.

"Soon, I will personally clear the path and hold the rear, giving you all a chance of life."

True Master Minghua’s voice was weighted heavily: "You two must carry the two children and escape. The Chu Clan’s eight hundred members, three thousand years of legacy and hope for revival, are all on you sisters!"

"Yes!"

Chu Yuehua and Chu Yueyun grit their teeth and agreed, each turning to tightly bind a seven-or-eight-year-old boy to their backs.

The two children’s faces were pale, yet they pursed their lips tightly, neither crying nor causing fuss.

"Ancestor..."

Chu Yueyun suddenly choked, tears gushing forth.

"Yun’er, no crying!"

A middle-aged female cultivator shouted sternly.

She was the birth mother of the Chu sisters: "Don’t let those wicked beasts look down on the spirit of our Yuehua Mountain Chu Clan!"

Chu Yueyun dried her tears, raising her head: "Yes! Forgive your child for being unfilial! Ancestor, take care, mother, take care, everyone, uncles and siblings, take care!"

True Master Minghua said no more, shaking his sleeves and summoning a finely crafted Flying Ship that only accommodated a few people.

The sisters, carrying the children, quickly boarded the ship.

"Open the hatch!"

The hatch opened with a roar, fierce Gang Wind rushed in.

"Go!"

True Master Minghua first piloted the Flying Ship, transforming into a stream of light that shot out from the tilting spaceship.

The remaining Chu Clan cultivators all harnessed their Escape Light, protecting the Flying Ship from both sides, their faces resolute.

Behind, countless hideous Demon Birds shrieked as they rushed forth like a cloud of death, arriving in an instant.