275: The Great War Begins

Chu Haotian nodded slightly, the flicker of killing intent in his eyes completely receding.

He had long heard of the prestige of Tiangong Pavilion. Although the woman before him seemed to have low cultivation, he didn't know what position she held within the Sect. There was no need to provoke trouble over a momentary greed.

Especially during this rather special period.

His gaze swept past the blood pool, landing on Ye Hao and the other person who were currently meditating within, tempering their physiques. The crimson Spiritual Qi in the blood pool churned and surged, enveloping the two completely.

After a moment of contemplation, Chu Haotian changed the subject and asked, "What is the relationship between your Tiangong Pavilion and Dao Seeking Sect?"

Yu Qingyan's heart stirred, unable to guess the Senior's sudden intention behind the question.

But recalling how the dark-skinned youth had intervened earlier, saving her from the fate of becoming a slave, she suppressed her doubts and responded softly:

"Senior, there is indeed a connection! Dao Seeking Sect is originally a... a subsidiary Sect of our Tiangong Pavilion."

"Oh?"

Chu Haotian raised an eyebrow, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth as his gaze bore into her intently.

Under the absolute disparity in their Realms, Yu Qingyan felt as if all her disguises had been stripped away, her thoughts seen clearly.

She forcefully suppressed the panic in her heart, striving to maintain a calm expression, not daring to make any unusual movements.

Fortunately, Chu Haotian did not press further.

Fortunately, Chu Haotian did not continue questioning.

The stone chamber fell into silence for a moment, the two merely standing side by side, their gazes fixed on the blood pool.

A long silence ensued!

Yu Qingyan could no longer contain her curiosity and cautiously asked:

"May I ask, Senior, what exactly has happened within the Demon Suppressing Tower? Why are there so many Yao Race members wreaking havoc?"

"The Demon Suppressing Tower's Deputy Tower Revered Master, Yun Che Daoist, defected to the Yao Race, personally destroyed the tower's suppression Formation, and released several sealed Great Yao."

Chu Haotian's voice was utterly plain.

Yet those few words caused Yu Qingyan's pupils to contract sharply, leaving her utterly astonished.

Given this Senior's cultivation and status, there was naturally no need for him to fabricate lies to deceive a mere Nascent Soul Cultivator like her. The authenticity of this news was almost beyond doubt.

After another moment, the sounds of battle and screams that had been rising and falling within the Demon Suppressing Tower gradually subsided, and the surroundings finally regained some tranquility.

A short while later, the clamor and sounds of battle within the tower gradually quieted down.

"Revered Master?!"

Two figures hurried into the stone chamber one after another—Zhao Jingchen and Lin Xiuqin.

They first bowed respectfully to Chu Haotian. After sweeping their gazes over Yu Qingyan beside them, they quickly averted their eyes and reported solemnly:

"Revered Master, the Yao Race members causing trouble within the tower have all been suppressed and slain. However... the Demon Suppressing Tower's casualties this time are also extremely severe."

Chu Haotian waved his hand dismissively, his tone indifferent: "Understood. This Revered Master will return to the Sect first."

As his words fell, his figure transformed into a brilliant Spiritual Qi radiance, flashing and vanishing instantly from the stone chamber.

Lin Xiuqin's gaze then fell upon the blood pool. Watching Ye Hao and the other person's contorted expressions and the turbulent Qi and blood around them, she couldn't help but ask softly:

"Are Young Master Ye and the others tempering their physiques? I wonder how many days they have been in this blood pool?"

Zhao Jingchen followed her line of sight, his gaze sweeping over Ye Hao and Li Pingan in the pool, both drenched in sweat and with somewhat disordered auras.

After a moment of contemplation, he analyzed: "Judging by the situation, it should be close to a day. However, with Young Master Ye and the other's talent, lasting a day and a half shouldn't be a problem."

Lin Xiuqin did not refute this.

The previous great battle involving Li Pingan had left her too shocked.

Moreover, she estimated that these two might even be able to persist for two days.

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingyan, standing to the side, merely snorted coldly and did not offer any further explanation!

After all, she had no prior acquaintance with these two and saw no need to waste words. She stood quietly for a moment, pondered a few times, and ultimately decided to stay here and keep watch.

In the blink of an eye, a day passed!

The two in the blood pool were still gritting their teeth and enduring stubbornly, showing no signs of coming out.

Meanwhile, the news of the Demon Suppressing Tower's Yun Che Daoist defecting to the Yao Race was spreading like wildfire, rapidly sweeping through every street and alley of Yunxi City... At the border of Rain God Continent, Yaoshi City.

This majestic city, built from millennia-old Yaoshi stone, lay across the boundary line between two continents like a dormant primordial beast.

Its walls towered into the clouds, and between the gaps of the city bricks, remnants of bloodstains from the last battle remained, mottled and uneven.

On the city walls, hundreds of Cultivators patrolled, occasionally glancing toward the wild lands beyond the opposite side of the wall.

For over ten days now, the other side had been growing restless.

It shouldn't be long before the battle commences.

Suddenly, the earth trembled!

Not a gentle tremor from a breeze, but a deep rumble from the primordial depths, dull as thunder, growing clearer and more violent from afar, as if an ancient Vicious Beast was awakening, shattering the bones of the earth.

The Cultivators on the city walls paled slightly.

"What is that?!" someone exclaimed in shock, Spiritual Qi light bursting from their fingertips, Magic Treasures already poised to strike.

Everyone looked up and saw the sky on the opposite side suddenly devoured by a mass of oppressive black clouds.

And it was spreading toward them at an extremely rapid speed.

Beneath the black clouds was an endless army of the Yao Race.

They swarmed like locusts, covering the sky and earth, a dark, dense mass blotting out half the firmament, completely cutting off the sunlight.

"The Yao Race army... has begun to move!"

The Tianque Sect Elder's expression was as grave as iron, his gaze fixed intently on the overwhelming flood of Yao Race.

He dared not delay in the slightest. His right hand flipped abruptly, producing a palm-sized green message talisman.

The message talisman was refined from century-old green bamboo, extremely effective.

Spiritual Qi light surged at the Elder's fingertips as he slapped it fiercely onto the message talisman.

"Hum—"

A clear, resonant sound rang out as the message talisman transformed into a stream of green light, piercing through the sky and shooting swiftly toward the heartland of Rain God Continent.

"The Yao Race army is moving ahead of schedule! Yaoshi City is in urgent peril!"

At that moment, the vanguard of the Yao Race army had already charged to the foot of Yaoshi City.

Leading the charge were giant Yao as massive as mountains.

At the forefront was a nine-headed Si Monster, each head grotesque and terrifying, spewing black wind—already at the Peak of Soul Emergence Realm.

Sensing the gaze of the Cultivators on the city walls, its nine heads simultaneously roared skyward, the sound waves causing ripples in the Void Realm.

Immediately, nine streams of pitch-black demonic wind erupted from its mouths, sizzling through the air.

In moments, the black winds coalesced into nine shadowy Dragon figures, claws bared and fangs brandished as they swooped down toward the city walls, as if even space would be torn apart by this ferocious force.

"Wretched beast, how dare you act so recklessly!"

The Tianque Sect Elder roared angrily, his voice like a great bell.

He stomped both feet firmly on the city wall, the green Spiritual Qi light around him suddenly surging, his robes flapping wildly.

His right hand formed a Seal, Spiritual Qi light flowing at his fingertips as he chanted incantations under his breath.

In an instant, a giant sword condensed from countless streams of Spiritual Qi materialized out of thin air.

The giant sword was emerald green throughout, a vast and majestic Sword Intent shooting straight into the clouds, actually suppressing the Si Monster's ferocious aura by a third.

"Azure Nether Sword, break!"

The Elder shouted sharply, his right hand swinging out fiercely.

The green bamboo giant sword instantly transformed into a beam of cyan light spanning heaven and earth, carrying the momentum to sever all laws as it slashed furiously toward the nine shadowy Dragon figures.

"Boom—"

A deafening roar!

On the city walls, thousands of Cultivators roared in unison, Magic Treasures unleashed simultaneously, Spiritual Qi light soaring skyward as they collided head-on with the overwhelming Yao Race army.