119: Chapter 78 The Nine Revolutions Sea-Steaming Technique Achieved! Perfect Dao Foundation

Master Liu Yun opened his eyes and looked at Chen Xuan.

His gaze was somewhat unfocused, but when he saw Chen Xuan, a hint of a smile still appeared.

"You've returned."

"I've returned." Chen Xuan nodded.

Master Liu Yun nodded, said nothing, and closed his eyes.

He continued to suppress his injuries.

Golden Core Yao Beasts truly are extraordinary.

This time, being counter-ambushed was a complete miscalculation.

Chen Xuan and the others stood up and walked out of the back hall.

He stood in the ruins, looking toward the north.

The Demonic Qi was still there, but it was much thinner than three days ago.

The Heavenly Book was right; the Yao Race suffered heavy casualties as well.

Two Golden Core Yao Kings had fallen, and the rest were all injured.

Now is the time for a counterattack.

Three Golden Core Masters descended from the flying boat and walked into the outpost camp.

They glanced at the ruins, looked at the wounded, and then looked toward the north.

"Form up and advance."

Five hundred Cultivators surged out from the flying boat and formed ranks outside the outpost.

Chen Xuan stood in the ranks, his hand on his sword hilt, looking north.

Behind him were Liu Lili, Senior Sister Wen Yao, and President Liu Yishou.

Beside him were five hundred Cultivators.

Before him lay the Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range, countless Yao Race, and the Cloud-Swallowing Eagle.

Chen Xuan took a deep breath.

"Move out."

The five hundred Cultivators turned into beams of light and shot toward the north.

...

Ten Thousand Demon Mountain Range.

The Demonic Qi grew thicker and thicker.

Soon, an enemy attack appeared within the Formation, and the pungent smell of blood and Yao Beasts filled their nostrils.

"Enemy attack!" Everyone was immediately on alert.

The next moment, countless ambushing Yao Race lunged at them.

"Go!" Chen Xuan's Sword Light Differentiation split into nine, weaving through the Yao crowd.

Each sword strike took the life of a Yao Race, but the number of Yao Race did not decrease; instead, it grew more and more.

His mana was depleting rapidly.

Liu Lili's Bright Moon Sword Qi froze wave after wave of the Yao Race, but her face grew paler, and fine beads of sweat seeped from her forehead.

Senior Sister Wen Yao's twin swords transformed into two silver Dragons, rampaging through the Yao crowd, but the light of the silver Dragons grew dimmer and dimmer, and she was about to reach her limit.

President Liu Yishou was at the back of the ranks, his Low Grade Spiritual Artifact already stained red with Yao blood, his breathing ragged, his steps beginning to stagger.

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth, his sword light never stopping.

He knew he couldn't stop.

To stop was to die.

But there were too many Yao Race.

Foundation Establishment Yao Race surged in from all directions, like a tide, wave after wave, endless.

Chen Xuan's mana was nearly exhausted.

The Medicinal Pill he took couldn't keep up with the rate of depletion.

He gritted his teeth and drew a strand of Sword Qi from his Dantian.

The Sword Qi from the Talisman Treasure.

The golden Sword Qi flew out from his Dantian, transforming into a golden beam that slashed toward the Yao crowd in front.

Wherever the Sword Qi passed, the Yao Race were obliterated.

Foundation Establishment Yao Race, Qi Refining Yao Race—none were spared.

A bloody path was opened.

Chen Xuan charged into that bloody path, with Liu Lili, Senior Sister Wen Yao, and President Liu Yishou following behind him.

But the Yao crowd quickly closed in.

Not from behind, but from the front.

Dozens of Foundation Establishment Yao Race surged from the front, blocking the exit of the bloody path.

Chen Xuan's pupils constricted slightly.

This was a hunt.

A hunt by the Yao Race.

They were not disorganized stragglers; they were organized and had tactics.

They had been waiting, waiting for his Talisman Treasure to be used up, waiting for his mana to be exhausted.

Then they would swarm him and tear him to shreds.

Chen Xuan stopped and looked at the dozens of Foundation Establishment Yao Race in front.

His mana was already exhausted, and only the final strand of Sword Qi remained in the Talisman Treasure.

If he used this one, he would have no trump cards left.

But if he didn't use it, he wouldn't even be able to survive.

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and drew the final strand of Sword Qi from his Dantian.

The golden Sword Qi flew out, transforming into a golden beam that slashed toward the Yao crowd in front.

The Sword Qi killed more than half of the Foundation Establishment Yao Race, but over a dozen still charged over.

Chen Xuan drew his sword, and nine sword lights merged into one.

Nine Heavens Unity.

With this sword strike, he poured out all his remaining mana.

The Sword Qi killed three Foundation Establishment Yao Race, but the remaining dozen charged right up to him.

Chen Xuan had no time to dodge.

In that instant, he unleashed all his past secret techniques.

"Sea of Blood!"

"Soul Refining!"

Chen Xuan's aura surged violently!

Several Tiger Yao lunged at him, and his sword light instantly killed three Foundation Establishment Tiger Yao.

But from the shadows, a sharp claw tore open his chest.

Blood splattered.

Chen Xuan let out a muffled groan and swung his sword, severing the Tiger Yao's head.

Another Wolf Yao bit down on his left arm, and the sound of bones shattering rang in his ears.

Chen Xuan gritted his teeth and thrust his sword through the Wolf Yao's throat.

More Yao Race lunged at him.

Chen Xuan's sword was still moving, but its speed was getting slower and slower.

His vision began to darken, and his ears were buzzing.

He knew he was going to die.

But just then, in his Dantian, that orb of deep blue light suddenly exploded.

It didn't shatter; it expanded.

The light orb expanded several times over, then sharply contracted, then expanded again, then contracted again.

With every expansion and contraction, the light orb became more condensed, and its volume shrank by a fraction.

The density of his mana was increasing crazily, and its purity was rising wildly.

Nine-Turn Sea-Steaming Method, ninth turn.

At the threshold of life and death, the barrier of the final turn was broken through.

A flash of brilliance shone in Chen Xuan's eyes.

He felt a new surge of mana welling up from his Dantian.

It was not gaseous, nor liquid; it was solid.

The mana had condensed into crystals, slowly rotating in his Dantian, shimmering with a deep blue luster.

Each crystal contained ten times the mana of before.

Chen Xuan drew his sword, and his sword light split.

Nine sword lights merged into one before him, Nine Heavens Unity.

The power of this strike was comparable to the full-force blow of a Peak Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

The Sword Qi swept across, and the remaining dozen Foundation Establishment Yao Race were all slain.

Chen Xuan stood in place, gasping for breath.

His chest was bleeding, and his left arm hung by his side; the bones were broken.

But he was still alive.

Liu Lili rushed over and supported him.

"Junior Brother!"

Her voice was trembling, and her eyes were red.

Senior Sister Wen Yao also came over, took out a healing Medicinal Pill, and stuffed it into his mouth.

President Liu Yishou stood guard nearby, the Spiritual Artifact in his hand still dripping with blood.

Chen Xuan swallowed the Medicinal Pill and looked forward.

The Yao crowd was still there, but they did not charge over again.

They had been intimidated by that last sword strike.

Chen Xuan seized this opportunity and led the three of them in a retreat toward the rear.

Half an hour later, the four of them retreated back to the outpost.

Chen Xuan sat on the ground, leaning against a stone wall, gasping for breath.

His robes were soaked with blood, and the wounds on his chest and left arm were still bleeding.

Liu Lili knelt beside him, bandaging his wounds, her fingers trembling.

Senior Sister Wen Yao stood to the side, her twin swords plunged into the ground, looking north.

President Liu Yishou was searching the outpost for healing Medicinal Pills, his steps hurried.

Chen Xuan closed his eyes and looked inside his Dantian.

The mana in his Dantian had all condensed into crystals, each heavy as a thousand jun, shimmering with a deep blue luster.

Nine-Turn Sea-Steaming Method, ninth turn Perfection.

His foundation had been polished to the extreme.

Now, he could attempt the Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment.

Chen Xuan opened his eyes and looked at the sky.

The sky was very blue, the clouds were very white, and the sunlight was very warm.

But his heart was very cold.

Three False Core Revered Masters had died, Liu He's Family had been completely wiped out, and his Revered Master had lost an arm.

The The Three Sects, even if they won, it was a pyrrhic victory.

Chen Xuan stood up and walked toward the back hall.

In the back hall, Master Liu Yun lay on a prayer mat, his white hair disheveled, his face pale.

He opened his eyes and looked at Chen Xuan.

His gaze rested on Chen Xuan for a moment, then he nodded slightly.

"You've reached the ninth turn."

"I've reached the ninth turn."

Master Liu Yun closed his eyes, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Good."

"Go and attempt Foundation Establishment."

Chen Xuan knelt before the prayer mat and kowtowed.

Then he stood up and exited the back hall.

He walked out of the outpost, stood on the open ground, and looked north.

The Demonic Qi was still there, but it was already very thin.

He knew that the war was not over yet.

But what he needed to do now was not to continue fighting, but to go into seclusion for Foundation Establishment.

Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment.

Only by reaching Foundation Establishment would he have the qualification to place a piece on the chessboard.

Only by reaching Golden Core would he have the qualification to be a chess player.

Right now, he couldn't even be considered a chess piece.

But he would be soon.

Chen Xuan turned around and walked toward the flying boat.

Liu Lili followed behind him, and Senior Sister Wen Yao also caught up.

President Liu Yishou was waiting by the flying boat, and seeing Chen Xuan, he nodded.

The four boarded the flying boat, which slowly rose, changed direction, and flew toward the south.

Chen Xuan stood by the ship's rail, watching the north grow further and further away.

His hand pressed against his sword hilt, and his fingertips were no longer cold.

In his Dantian, the mana crystals slowly rotated, shimmering with a deep blue luster.

His foundation, nine turns Perfection.

His Sword Intent, condensed into substance.

His Dao Heart, firm as a rock.

Chen Xuan withdrew his gaze and turned to walk into the cabin.

He needed to heal his wounds.

After healing, it would be Heavenly Dao Foundation Establishment.