119: Chapter 119 True Venerable of the Azure Wood Kingdom

Qingxiao Mountain, west bank of the Qing River.

Barely half a year had passed since the last suppression of the Erosion Tide, yet the Erosion Tide had once again covered the land west of the Qing River.

This time, the scale of the Erosion Tide was even greater than before.

Looking out, the entire field of vision was a churning expanse of ink-black.

The number of low-level Erosion Beasts and Erosion Demons seemed endless; they had twisted forms, jagged bone spurs, and were wreathed in viscous, tangible scarlet erosion qi, squeezing and tearing at each other to form a crazily roaring torrent of death.

The erosion qi was so dense that it condensed into fine, black rain in the air, falling in a drizzle and eroding the already charred land until it was riddled with holes.

East of the riverbank, behind the temporarily constructed defense line, Cultivators from various Sects—large and small—such as Liuyun Temple, Yongyue Sect, Yunlai Sect, Golden Sword Gate, Huangtu Sect, and Wancao Valley, were densely gathered on the mudflats and high ground. Their gazes were fixed firmly on the churning ink-black on the opposite bank. A heavy atmosphere permeated the air.

At the summit of Qingxiao Peak, Sect Master Jing Hong of Liuyun Temple, Immortal Master Yunshui, Sect Master Yongyue, Sect Master Yunlai, and the Sect Masters of several third-grade Sects from the west bank of the Qing River, such as Golden Sword Gate, Huangtu Sect, and Wancao Valley, were staring at the scene on the opposite bank with ashen faces.

Everyone was injured, their Qi chaotic.

The front of Jing Hong's Daoist robe was soaked with dark blood, and a claw mark deep enough to see bone had torn through his shoulder armor, with wisps of scarlet erosion qi drilling into the wound like living things, which he was forcibly suppressing with his spiritual power.

Sect Master Yongyue's gorgeous moon-white palace dress was now torn in many places and stained with filth.

She tilted her head and poured a bottle of clear spirit liquid (Life Creation Water) down her throat, her delicate brows furrowed tight:

"This is evil! The erosion qi throughout the entire Qing State is several times thicker than last time! The erosion qi on those Erosion Beasts is even more tyrannical; it invades upon contact, making it impossible to defend against!"

Jing Hong wiped away the blood foam seeping from the corner of his mouth, his eyes grave as he pointed toward the source of the Erosion Tide—the Golden Sands Land:

"What's even more terrifying is the Golden Sands Land! Disciples reported earlier that the erosion qi had already condensed into rain there three days ago... This omen... I once heard an Old Ancestor say that on the eve of the destruction of the sixth-grade immortal cultivation nation, the Yue Kingdom, it was exactly like this—erosion qi turning into rain, turning the land into a sea of death for ten thousand miles! In the end..."

His throat bobbed, and deep fear flowed in his eyes,

"The entire Yue Kingdom was reduced to a desolate land of death with no living creatures left!"

Immortal Master Yunshui sighed deeply and also drank the Life Creation Water. The erosion qi receded slightly, but the worry on his face grew heavier:

"Thinking of the Yue Kingdom's fate only adds to the panic, and the current danger is even worse! This Erosion Tide is too sudden. We just managed to slay a few third-grade Erosion Beasts, but the number of low-level ones is truly too great, and the erosion qi is so strange and difficult to deal with that we... I fear we won't be able to hold out for much longer."

"Indeed,"

The Sect Leader of the Golden Sword Gate tightened his grip on his dim-lit longsword and said bitterly,

"If it weren't for those Fairies under True Venerable Yueying... I fear we wouldn't have even been able to survive the previous Erosion Tide."

He remembered the peerless grace of Chi Wanhe and the other two as they decimated eighteen third-grade Erosion Beasts during the last Erosion Tide. His eyes held both awe and a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation,

"If Fairy Chi, Fairy Qin, and Fairy Du were here..."

The other Sect Masters nearby also nodded in deep agreement. The combat power displayed by those Prodigy Disciples of the Moonshadow Sect had long exceeded their imagination; they were the only existence that could make people see a glimmer of hope at this moment.

The Sect Master of the Huangtu Sect's eyes flickered, and he asked Jing Hong,

"By the way, has Sect Master Jing already sent a message to the Moonshadow Sect? If we don't have the Moonshadow Sect this time, I'm afraid we truly won't have a single chance of winning."

Jing Hong nodded. "After learning that the Erosion Tide had erupted, I had already sent a message, but... I'm afraid it won't be that fast."

As his voice fell, the erosion qi on Jing Hong's body finally dissipated under the effect of the Life Creation Water.

Seeing this, the Sect Masters on the west bank could not hide the envy in their eyes.

Such a divine object—after this calamity passed, they would definitely have to shamelessly beg the Moonshadow Sect for some!

Suddenly, a faint stream of light shot over from the direction of the Golden Sands Land and landed in Jing Hong's hand. It was a Jade Slip stained with dark red filth.

Jing Hong's heart tightened, and he hurriedly probed it with his Divine Sense. The information in the Jade Slip instantly turned his face as white as paper.

"Sect Master...?"

Immortal Master Yunshui sensed something was wrong and asked in a low voice.

Jing Hong slowly raised his head, his voice strained:

"In the hinterlands of the Golden Sands Land... five fourth-grade (Nascent Soul) Erosion Beasts were discovered... and there is also... also one... suspected fifth-grade (Soul Transformation) existence!"

"Fifth-grade?!"

"A fifth-grade Erosion Beast?!"

The news in the Jade Slip was too shocking, instantly plunging the crowd into dead silence.

Several Elders of Wancao Valley were even more bloodless, almost collapsing to the ground.

A fifth-grade Erosion Beast—in the past, that was an extinction-level existence capable of sweeping across the entire Qing State immortal cultivation world!

"True Venerable Yueying!"

The Sect Leader of the Golden Sword Gate suddenly roared, a final glimmer of hope erupting in his eyes,

"Right! There is still True Venerable Yueying! Sect Master Ling is a Spirit Severing True Venerable! He will definitely be able to save us!"

This cry was like the last straw grasped by a drowning person, instantly igniting the fire of hope that had almost been extinguished in everyone's eyes!

That's right! They still had True Venerable Yueying in the Qing State!

"Right! Quickly go and invite True Venerable Yueying!"

"There is still time; only a True Venerable can deal with a fifth-grade Erosion Beast!" Everyone seemed to have grasped a lifeline and cast their hopeful gazes toward Jing Hong.

Just as this anticipation reached its peak, a cold and tyrannical Divine Thought pressure suddenly descended. The Divine Thought was vast as an abyss, instantly enveloping the entire east bank of the Qing River!

All Cultivators, including Golden Core True Persons like Jing Hong, felt their bones about to crack, their spiritual power frozen, and an unbearable trembling and sense of submission emanating from the depths of their Souls!

"It's a True Venerable! True Venerable Yueying is here!"

"We are saved!"

Joyous shouts erupted instantly! Everyone was pressed down so hard they could barely lift their heads, yet they still used all their strength, looking toward the source of the pressure with infinite hope and excitement.

A middle-aged man in a dark green Daoist robe with a sinister face hovered in mid-air. He was thin, and his entire body exuded a heart-palpitating Soul Transformation Stage pressure. His Daoist robe was embroidered with strange withered wood spirit patterns, and his aura was cold and unfamiliar.

His gaze swept over the Cultivators below, who still had residual joy and astonishment on their faces, and a look of contempt and mockery curled the corners of his mouth:

"Hmph, a bunch of ants who don't know when they're going to die."

"True Venerable Yueying? It seems that in this backwater of yours, another Soul Transformation Cultivator has appeared? Very good... Then, the one who killed my Junior Brother Yuantong of the Cangmu Sect is this person?"

Jing Hong's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints.

Cangmu Kingdom! This is a Spirit Severing True Venerable from the Cangmu Sect?!