172: Chapter 172 The Situation in the Spirit Realm!

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, another twenty years had passed since Gu Yan's Breakthrough to the Second Level Golden Immortal.

By now, he was nine hundred and sixty-one years old.

On this day, within the Hall of Longevity, his body trembled slightly as the aura around him suddenly surged; his cultivation had broken through, stepping into the Third Level Golden Immortal.

Gu Yan slowly opened his eyes and looked inward, feeling that his Dao foundation had become a bit more solid.

Then he thought to himself that having been immersed in Cultivate all these years, he had almost forgotten about the situation in the outside world.

With a thought, he immediately raised his hand and summoned the highest grade innate spirit treasure, the haotian mirror.

Gu Yan first looked toward the Spirit Realm.

Upon looking, he was actually stunned for a moment.

Good heavens, the Spirit Realm had become lively again.

Within the haotian mirror, the situation of the Spirit Realm was clearly presented.

In the lands of the Central Plains, the flames of war were rising everywhere.

Led by the Great Peng Demon King of the Western Wilds Yao Race and supported by the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable of the Northern Plains, the two armies joined forces and had begun a large-scale invasion of the Central Plains fifteen years ago.

The Human Race Cultivators of the Central Plains were naturally unwilling to wait for death.

As the wealthiest and most Spiritual Qi-abundant region in the Spirit Realm, the foundation of the Central Plains was indeed not weak.

There were many old monsters at the Mahayana Realm Peak hidden both in the open and in the shadows.

They were all the type who could have undergone tribulation and achieved Ascension long ago but deliberately suppressed their cultivation, unwilling to leave.

Why not leave?

For no other reason than this: although the Immortal Realm was good, going there would mean being at the bottom; how could that compare to the freedom of being a patriarch in the Spirit Realm?

Thus, these old fellows had always stayed in the Central Plains, keeping a low profile. Now that foreign enemies were at their door, they had no choice but to step forward.

The war situation fell into a stalemate for a time.

The Western Wilds Yao Race had the advantage of numbers and were fierce and battle-hardened.

The Northern Plains Demon Cultivators had the advantage of strange Cultivation Techniques and ruthless methods.

The Central Plains Human Race excelled with their deep foundations and exquisite Formations.

The three parties traded blows for decades, and none could completely overwhelm the others.

Gu Yan looked at the images in the mirror and shook his head slightly.

It was within expectations for the Spirit Realm to end up in such a fight.

However, what happened next surprised him a bit.

The image in the haotian mirror shifted, shining upon a corner of the Northern Plains battlefield.

There, a figure in white was confronting the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable.

It was Yingluo.

In the image, the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable stood in the Void Realm, surrounded by surging demonic flames, his eyes fixed on Yingluo, his gaze filled with greed.

His gaze was not that of someone admiring an opponent, but of someone sizing up an object.

An object that would be of great use to him.

In the haotian mirror, the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable said, "spirit nurturing heavenly sound stone... I have searched for so many years, I never expected to encounter it here."

He licked his lips, the grin on his Face becoming increasingly hideous.

"Follow me back obediently and be my Cultivation Vessel. Once my cultivation advances greatly, you will not lack for benefits."

Yingluo's expression remained unchanged as she simply held the Jade Flute in front of her, looking at him coldly.

Seeing this, the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable wasted no more words and directly attacked.

The demonic flames transformed into a giant black Dragon, sweeping toward Yingluo.

Yingluo raised the Jade Flute and blew a single note.

The flute's sound suddenly rose, its soundwaves transforming into an invisible sharp blade that split the black Dragon down the middle.

The Heaven Burning Demon Venerable was slightly stunned, clearly not expecting this seemingly fragile Spirit Race woman to possess such means.

But he quickly regained his hideous expression, waving his hands repeatedly as demonic flames covered the sky, dyeing the entire firmament black.

Yingluo remained unhurried as the flute's sound rose again.

This time, the flute's sound was clear and melodious.

The soundwaves materialized, spreading outward in ripples.

Wherever they passed, the demonic flames were extinguished one after another.

The Heaven Burning Demon Venerable's Face changed slightly. Just as he was about to use even stronger means, he saw Yingluo suddenly put away the Jade Flute and point a finger.

A beam of spiritual light erupted from her fingertip, fast as lightning, striking the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable directly in the chest.

With a boom.

The Heaven Burning Demon Venerable was sent flying backward, spitting out a mouthful of black blood.

He barely managed to steady himself, his Face turning blue and white, his eyes filled with disbelief.

He, the dignified Lord of the Northern Plains, an existence at the Tribulation Crossing Peak, had been severely injured by a woman?

How was this possible?

Yingluo stood in the Void Realm, her white clothes fluttering, her expression indifferent.

She looked down at her finger and shook her head slightly.

This strike could have been heavier, but she had held back after all.

It wasn't out of soft-heartedness, but rather because she didn't want to push things to the extreme.

But she had clearly underestimated the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable's madness.

Clutching his chest, the Heaven Burning Demon Venerable's Face was ashen, his eyes filled with venomous resentment.

He, the dignified Lord of the Northern Plains, had been severely injured by a woman; if word of this got out, what Face would he have left to stand in the Spirit Realm?

More importantly, that voice in his head, that master whom he both feared and hated, must be watching.

He could not lose.

He did not dare to lose.

The Heaven Burning Demon Venerable gritted his teeth, took out a Blood-colored Medallion from his robe, and crushed it fiercely.

The moment the Blood-colored Medallion shattered, a beam of blood-light shot into the sky, flying toward the direction of the Western Wilds.

That was his agreement with the Great Peng Demon King.

As long as this token was crushed, the Great Peng Demon King would have to drop everything and come to support him.

The price was that he would have to give up three mineral veins and sixty percent of the resources tributed from the Northern Plains for the next hundred years.

But at this moment, he could no longer care about such things.

Face was more important than resources.

No, more accurately, fear was more important than Face.

He could not let that master feel that he was useless.

A useless person has no value in existing.

A person with no value in existing... will die.