324: Chapter 322 One Man Remains in the Valley, Facing the Evil Spirits

The moment the three streaks of light landed, all eyes inside and outside the valley converged upon them.

The two Hall Masters of the Heavenly Demon Hall were stunned for a moment, Dao Lord Fuhun was stunned for a moment, and the Demonic Cultivators and Monster Cultivators currently locked in battle were also stunned for a moment.

Then, everything descended into chaos.

At this moment, the formation patterns of the Teleportation Array shone to their limit, and blinding blue light erupted into the sky, illuminating the entire valley as if it were broad daylight.

The fist-sized core crystal spun wildly, and seven-colored light gushed out from it, injecting into every formation pattern.

The great array was ready; it was time.

The two Hall Masters of the Heavenly Demon Hall did not hesitate at all.

The middle-aged man and the old man surged forward simultaneously, transforming into two black streaks of light, and plunged headfirst into the radiance of the Teleportation Array.

Their speed was so fast that even Divine Sense could not catch them; they did not even look back once.

The light flickered once, and the two individuals' Auras completely vanished.

The Teleportation Array would not wait for anyone; it would only activate this once, and it was about to collapse immediately.

Having lost the spiritual power support of the two Spirit Severing Cultivators, the defensive great array was like a shell that had lost its skeleton; the light barrier exploded in an instant, turning into countless tiny specks of light that dissipated into the night sky.

The Monster Cultivators, like a breached flood, poured into the valley from all directions.

The Demonic Cultivators let out desperate roars; some turned and ran, some knelt to beg for mercy, and some resisted to the death.

But there were too many Monster Cultivators; they could not be killed or wiped out, and in the blink of an eye, they engulfed the tide of Demonic Cultivators.

Dao Lord Fuhun moved.

Its figure swooped down from high in the sky, and black spider silk poured down like a rainstorm, piercing, tearing, and shredding the Demonic Cultivators standing in its way one by one.

Its target was not those ants, but the core of the Teleportation Array.

That seven-colored crystal was still floating, still spinning, and still glowing.

It wanted that crystal.

Yun Ming did not hesitate.

He raised his hand, and the map of mountains and rivers flew out from his Sea of Consciousness; the scroll unfurled, and a cyan light gate opened wide in the night sky.

Ye Chen, Su Mubai, Jiang Yueling, the Ancestor of Qingxuan Sect, as well as all the Disciples, Elders, and deacons of the two sects, and those Loose Cultivators and Mortals he had rescued, poured out from the light gate like a tide.

Their eyes were still filled with confusion, but they quickly understood the situation before them.

The Sect Master of the Divine Forging Sect and the Master of Xuanhuang Alchemy Mansion struck simultaneously.

In mid-air, two massive Auras belonging to the Middle Stage of Soul Transformation descended with a boom, like two giant mountains pressing heavily down on everyone's heads.

The moment the swarming Monster Cultivators and Demonic Cultivators touched this power, they screamed and flew backward.

Conversely, the Foundation Establishment and Golden Core level Cultivators were suppressed even more tightly by the Aura; their bodies shook incessantly, and never mind launching an attack, even standing straight was exceptionally difficult.

The Sect Master of the Divine Forging Sect remained expressionless and struck out with a palm in mid-air; the vast palm power pushed forward, and hundreds of Monster Cultivators were crushed into blood mist on the spot.

The Master of Xuanhuang Alchemy Mansion lightly flicked his sleeves, and cyan spiritual light crisscrossed; wherever it passed, monster bodies were completely destroyed, vanishing from heaven and earth entirely.

Yun Ming stopped them.

"Sect Master, take them and go." His voice was not loud, but very clear. "After entering the Teleportation Array, there is a stretch of the journey that requires enduring the baptism of Chaos Qi. They cannot withstand it. Only if you two Spirit Severing Cultivators provide protection can they pass through safely."

The Sect Master of the Divine Forging Sect looked at him, his brows tightly furrowed.

"And you?"

"I will hold the rear. There is still one person I have not found. I need to go find her."

The Sect Master of the Divine Forging Sect opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but swallowed it back.

He looked at Yun Ming, then at the collapsing battlefield behind him and the tottering Teleportation Array, and fell silent for a moment.

Then he turned around, not saying another word.

He raised his hand, and spiritual power surged out, forming a layer of golden light barrier that enveloped everyone who had come out of the map of mountains and rivers.

The Master of Xuanhuang Alchemy Mansion also raised his hand, and silver spiritual light intertwined with the golden light barrier, forming an even sturdier barrier.

That barrier slowly contracted, wrapping everyone inside, looking like a transparent sphere of light.

The people inside the light sphere were crowded together; some were standing, some were crouching, and some were squeezed against the light wall.

Their hands pressed against the light wall, but they could not penetrate that thin layer of spiritual light no matter what.

Inside the light sphere, Ye Chen's hand pressed against the light wall, his knuckles turning white. His lips were moving, but no sound could come out.

Su Mubai's eyes were rimmed with red; he waved his hand vigorously at Yun Ming, his mouth opening and closing, shouting something.

Ah Yuan's tears were flying, her lips trembling; she pounded the light wall desperately but was hugged from behind by Jiang Yueling.

Yun Xi's complexion was still very pale, but her eyes were bright, staring fixedly at Yun Ming.

Jiu Jiu crouched on her shoulder, its five-colored feathers trembling slightly in the night wind, emitting a low, sorrowful cry.

The Ancestor of Qingxuan Sect leaned on his cane, standing tremblingly in the crowd; he looked back at Yun Ming, then shook his head and sighed.

More people struggled inside the light sphere, but no one could break free from the restraint of the two Transformation God Daoist Lords.

The Sect Master of the Divine Forging Sect did not look back.

He took the light sphere and walked toward the Teleportation Array.

The light sphere slowly drifted up, hovering in mid-air, and followed the two Transformation God Daoist Lords into the blue pillar of light of the Teleportation Array.

The blue light flashed, and the pillar of light shot into the sky, straight into the clouds.

Then, everything returned to peace.

The Teleportation Array began to collapse; the light vanished, and the Auras of those people also vanished.

Only the empty valley remained, only corpses covered the ground, and only Yun Ming was left alone.

Dao Lord Fuhun landed in front of Yun Ming.

Its face was livid, and the rage in its eyes was almost burning out.

"You are courting death." Its voice was sharp and piercing, like metal scraping.

Yun Ming did not say a word and did not make any response; he fully exerted the massive power within his body, unleashing the Divine Ability: Law of Heaven and Earth.

His body began to grow rapidly in size—one zhang, two zhang, five zhang, ten zhang—his figure continued to tower upward, finally reaching a staggering height of one hundred zhang.

The bright moonlight spilled down, illuminating his appearance clearly; his expression was cold and stern, carrying an imposing Aura of its own.

He stood in the center of the valley, his massive body like an immovable, towering mountain from ancient times, firmly rooted in the earth.

Looking down, the dense crowd of Monster Cultivators below appeared exceptionally small in his eyes, just like ants.

The Aura radiating from his body alone made the air in the entire area become oppressive; the monsters were all trembling in their hearts, finding it difficult even to move.

After a brief pause, Yun Ming slowly raised his right hand, and purple-gold lightning light surged and gathered in his palm.

This lightning was not scattered streaks, but hundreds and thousands of them intertwined together, condensing into a power capable of destroying heaven and earth.

When the power had accumulated to Perfection, the sky-filling lightning erupted from his palm, transforming into endless lightning punishment descending from the heavens, striking the group of Monster Cultivators below with overwhelming force.

The sound of thunder was deafening, and the violent lightning power exploded repeatedly among the crowd, causing tremendous impact.

Immediately afterward, he lightly waved his left hand, and the cauldron of all things mother qi broke through the air from the map of mountains and rivers, hovering steadily above his head.

The golden crow feather at the mouth of the cauldron ignited with raging flames; the firelight soared into the sky, and in the blink of an eye, it transformed into a massive golden fire dragon.

The fire dragon raised its head and let out a long howl, carrying rolling heat waves and the power to burn everything to nothingness, roaring as it charged straight into the army of Monster Cultivators.

Thunder crisscrossed, flames set the plains ablaze; the entire valley was shrouded in violent power.

Yun Ming stood at the center of the intertwined thunder and fire, his expression remaining calm and waveless, without the slightest fluctuation.

Purple-gold lightning arcs and crimson flames swirled around his body, the light brilliant and dazzling; he looked like a supreme deity stepped out from ancient mythology, his Aura sweeping in all directions, making people afraid to look directly at him.

Dao Lord Fuhun frowned.

It put away its contempt, and black mist surged around its body; countless spider silks as thin as hair reached out from the mist, like venomous snakes, ready to strike.

Yun Ming looked at those spider silks, at that swirling black mist, and at Dao Lord Fuhun's cold eyes.

He raised his right hand, and lightning light condensed in his palm.

Purple-gold electric arcs crackled, illuminating half of his face.

He was ready. Dao Lord Fuhun was also ready.

The two confronted each other, neither making the first move.

The night wind blew from outside the valley, whipping up the ashes covering the ground, spinning between the two of them.

The distant horizon had already begun to turn fish-belly white; dawn was about to break.