126: A mountain thousands of feet high descends to the mortal world

“Boom— Boom— Boom—”

High in the sky, turbulent spiritual essence surged, throwing the dark purple clouds that already polluted thousands of miles into total chaos.

This siege had already lasted for nearly half a year.

Everyone on the battlefield had grown accustomed to the Xuan Yin Palace initiating such a skirmish every ten days to half a month.

Each time, they would fight for a day or two and then retreat.

It was merely for show.

How could a duel between Dharma Aspect True Lords be a trivial matter?

The current front line already boasted three True Monarchs from Xuan Yin Palace, one True Monarch each from the Yingu Cult and Du Yuan Mountain, two True Monarchs from the Tianshu Sect, and one True Monarch and one Yao Emperor Spirit Beast from the Fengming Sword Sect.

If one included the zhen yue spirit god and the Corpse Emperors, more than ten Rank 4 combatants were gathered in these ten thousand miles of hills.

Under normal circumstances, unless absolutely necessary, a true Dharma Aspect battle would not break out.

Finally, the movements of the two Corpse Emperors stopped simultaneously.

The deep purple Soul fire in the Red Skull Black Emperor's eye sockets flickered, and it suddenly turned its head toward a certain spot of rolling dark clouds hundreds of miles away: "Enough!"

A Soul-piercing voice, as harsh as metal grinding against stone, rang out, and the rolling sound waves turned into a torrent that shredded hundreds of miles of clouds in the high sky.

The Nine Nether Plague Emperor's murky, pale eyeballs also turned over: "Flesh... today's... reward!"

The seemingly empty dark clouds silently parted a gap, and three figures quietly emerged.

The person on the left was over seven feet tall.

He wore a profound black dragon-scale dharma robe, his face was like frost, his skin was deathly pale, his brow bone was high and protruding, and his eye sockets were deep. Dark gold runes resembling bone patterns appeared in the hollows of his cheeks.

With a Dharma Aspect Early Stage cultivation, his honorary title was:

【Xuan Yin Vitality-Seizing Delusion-Severing True Monarch Ming Gu】

On the right was a female Cultivator standing eight feet tall.

She wore a flowing wide-sleeved dharma dress as crimson as clotted blood, its hem dancing without wind, churning with liquid-like red mist.

Her face was hauntingly beautiful, her skin as white and smooth as fresh snow, suffused with a faint pink glow like rouge-stained jade.

Her eyebrows were like crescent moons dyed with cinnabar, and the upturned corners of her eyes were each adorned with three blood-crystal pendants shaped like teardrops; her nose was as delicate as carved blood jade, and her lips were so red they looked as if she had just sipped fresh blood, with a faint blood mist swirling between her teeth when they parted slightly.

With a Dharma Aspect Early Stage cultivation, her honorary title was:

【Xuan Yin Cinnabar-Bane Thousand-Tribulation True Monarch Xue Po】

As for the one in the very center, it was the famous Vice Palace Master of Xuan Yin Palace, True Monarch Youquan, who was at the Peak of the Dharma Aspect Middle Stage.

He wore an ordinary gray Daoist robe and had an unusually large head, yet his stature was so short it was barely six feet; standing in the center, however, his Aura was as imposing as a mountain.

His nose was short and wide, his lips were thick and purplish-black, and his large earlobes hung down to his shoulders. His eyebrows were so faint they were almost non-existent, his eye sockets were deep, and his pupils were pitch black without any white, reflecting an infinite cycle of life and death.

His honorary title was: 【Xuan Yin Life-Burying Yama-Platform True Monarch Youquan】

“Today's battle is over. The flesh you require has been prepared. Go and take it yourselves, and do not act presumptuously during this time!”

True Monarch Youquan glanced coldly at the two Corpse Emperors and spoke indifferently.

As soon as he finished speaking, the three figures vanished from the spot.

He didn't say anything about having to break the zhen yue spirit god; there was no need, and it wouldn't be that easy anyway.

A Dharma Aspect True Lord's Divine Sense could easily cover a radius of a thousand miles, and their Aura perception could reach even further.

Therefore, he could clearly sense that there were still two Dharma Aspect Auras within the zhen yue spirit god.

One was the Sect Master of the Tianshu Sect, True Monarch Fengyue, who was also in the Middle Stage of the Dharma Aspect, and the other was True Monarch Fengning, who was in the Early Stage.

Hundreds of miles to the south, above the Fengming Sword Sect's camp, two gazes were also fixed on this location.

That was True Monarch Pohong, the second Dharma Aspect of the Fengming Sword Sect who had just advanced a hundred years ago and whose Early Stage cultivation had only recently stabilized.

As for their Sect Master, True Monarch Changkong, he did not make an appearance.

However, his tamed Gale-Splitting Yao Emperor had arrived.

And behind the three of them, True Monarch Hungu from the Yingu Cult and True Monarch Tiandu from Du Yuan Mountain were also watching.

“No rush, no rush, the fish is about to take the bait,” True Monarch Youquan murmured to himself.

In the central part of the Baitu Hills, not far from the Taihe Sect camp, there was a massive blood pool ten thousand zhang wide, filled with a seemingly endless supply of flesh and corpses.

This was the Xuan Yin Palace's means of deterrence.

Aside from some fallen Cultivators, the vast majority were the corpses of Mortals, wild beasts, and Yao Beasts; at a rough glance, there were no less than a million of them.

And this was merely the flesh reward for the two Corpse Emperors after a single day of battle... if no reward was given, these two would truly rebel!

While the True Monarchs of Xuan Yin Palace could use techniques from their corpse-refining methods to punish and restrain the Corpse Emperors, if these methods were not handled with precision, they would only further provoke their monstrous ferocity, making them even harder to control.

This was completely different from beast taming.

Unless they were determined to use ultimate means to completely destroy the Corpse Emperors, all the Resources they had spent on their early cultivation would go down the drain.

“Whoosh, whoosh—”

The Nine Nether Plague Emperor scooped up hundreds or thousands of corpses at once, stuffing them directly into its mouth and chewing slowly, while scarlet blood dripped from its mouth like a waterfall.

The Red Skull Black Emperor was pushed aside by it; of the flesh in the ten-thousand-zhang blood pool, the Plague Emperor would claim at least seventy percent!

The remaining thirty percent was only what it intentionally left for the Black Emperor.

This was certainly not out of kindness; as a Corpse Emperor, it had never possessed such a thing.

It was only because of True Monarch Ming Gu's presence.

“Damn Xuan Yin Palace, this pittance of flesh is not nearly enough to eat!!!”

The Plague Emperor thought resentfully in its heart.

Ever since it broke through to the Rank 4 Middle Stage, it had never once been full.

It knew that this was the Xuan Yin Palace guarding against it.

When staying in the heavily restricted Xuan Yin Palace, there were not only six human True Monarchs on guard but also a Great True Monarch of the Late Stage Dharma Aspect; it had absolutely no hope of escape.

But now... it was far from Xuan Yin Palace, even though its life-gate was in True Monarch Youquan's hands!

If those human True Monarchs started fighting, once an opportunity appeared, it would turn and strike to kill True Monarch Youquan.

Then it would be free!

This was the only method the Plague Emperor could think of to escape the control of Xuan Yin Palace.

However, its plan had not yet been implemented.

A sudden change occurred!

Without any warning, a terrifying palpitation rooted in life's basic instincts suddenly seized the two Corpse Emperors who were chewing flesh.

The Soul fire in the Black Emperor's skull eyes instantly froze, and the Plague Emperor's rotting body stiffened for a moment.

The expressions of the True Monarchs changed drastically, and they abruptly looked up!

The sky was “collapsing.”

“Rumble!!!”

High in the sky, in the airspace where the dark purple baleful clouds had been churning, a pitch-black hole ten thousand zhang wide split open without warning.

Deep within the hole.

A brilliant spiritual light erupted, its pressure weighing down upon the world for thousands of miles.

That was... a mountain!