Chapter 1689: Thirty Years

Time flies, and thirty years passed by quickly.

On the outskirts of the Buried Immortal Sea, hundreds of cultivators were clashing in the sky. Roaring sounds filled the air as various spiritual lights exploded high above.

Wang Qingshan’s expression was indifferent. Nine Azure Glaze Swords spun around him, their silhouettes shimmering like light.

Wang Qingshan had recuperated at the Myriad Sword Sect for thirty years, using the Azure Lotus Karmic Fire to nourish his Azure Glaze Swords. The swords had returned to normal. The East Fence Realm had mobilized a large number of masters to confront the cultivators of the Sky Wave Sect, and Wang Qingshan was among those dispatched to the front line.

In the past, the Sky Wave Sect would have deployed three late-stage Nascent Soul cultivators to deal with Wang Qingshan. However, with the outbreak of Spirit Extinction Qi in the Buried Immortal Sea, the Sky Wave Sect's retreat was cut off, and they received no reinforcements. The East Fence Realm frequently provoked battles, causing the number of high-tier cultivators from the Sky Wave Sect to steadily decrease.

During one of the most intense battles, a Soul Transformation cultivator from the Sky Wave Sect was killed, and another's physical body was destroyed. Not long after, a royal family of the Great Yan Dynasty in the Central Plains was wiped out, along with several medium-sized sects, leaving no survivors. This was the Sky Wave Sect's warning to the Soul Transformation cultivators of the East Fence Realm.

If the East Fence Realm intended to completely annihilate the Sky Wave Sect's Soul Transformation cultivators, it would likely require mobilizing all Soul Transformation cultivators from their realm. However, this was unrealistic. Soul Transformation cultivators had disciples and descendants; if they were to relentlessly slaughter those from the Sky Wave Sect, the latter would retaliate by specifically targeting their disciples and descendants, leading to a mutually destructive outcome.

As a result, the East Fence Realm temporarily opted for a less drastic approach, mobilizing Nascent Soul and Core Formation cultivators to battle the Sky Wave Sect cultivators, forcing the Sky Wave Sect's Soul Transformation cultivators to yield. Additionally, the Sea Race and Demon Race drove monstrous beasts into the Buried Immortal Sea to eliminate the trapped Sky Wave Sect cultivators. However, this had not yielded significant results so far, as the Buried Immortal Sea was a natural magnetic field, preventing monstrous beasts with weak physical bodies from entering its depths.

Facing Wang Qingshan was Yan Zong.

Yan Zong gripped a gleaming golden long staff. With a sudden shake, a whooshing sound erupted, and numerous staff shadows materialized, striking towards Wang Qingshan with the force of Mount Tai.

Wang Qingshan formed a sword art. The nine Azure Glaze Swords instantly radiated dazzling azure light, and a dense swarm of over a thousand azure flying swords materialized out of thin air, meeting the onslaught of staff shadows.

A thunderous boom resounded!

A tremendous explosion echoed as the numerous staff shadows were shattered by the dense azure flying swords, unleashing countless powerful waves of qi that caused the void to tremble and distort.

The myriad sword shadows blurred, merging into a single hundred-zhang-wide azure lotus. It spun rapidly and flew towards Yan Zong.

The azure lotus spun ceaselessly, emitting an ear-splitting whirring sound and generating a powerful airflow. It transformed into an azure tornado over a hundred zhang tall, drawing vast amounts of seawater into its vortex, creating an astonishing spectacle.

Yan Zong's expression grew serious. He violently shook the golden long staff in his hand, and a golden gale materialized out of thin air, sweeping towards the azure tornado like autumn winds scattering fallen leaves.

The golden gale collided with the azure tornado, causing the void to twist and deform, seemingly on the verge of collapse.

Azure light and golden light intertwined, neither spiritual glow gaining an advantage.

Wang Qingshan sneered. He formed a hand seal, and the azure tornado suddenly burst open, sending countless azure flying swords shooting out like a meteor shower towards Yan Zong.

Simultaneously, he flipped his hand, revealing the Profound Yellow Mirror. A yellow light illuminated its surface, and a thick yellow beam shot out, heading straight for Yan Zong.

A tremendous roar of thunder came from high above. A ten-thousand-zhang-wide thundercloud had appeared above Yan Zong's head unnoticed. Lightning flashed and thunder boomed as countless silver electric arcs surged, flowing like an endless river, an astonishing display of power.

The Sky Wave Sect's high-tier cultivators were dwindling with each battle, while the East Fence Realm's high-tier cultivators were growing in number. With this ebb and flow, there were no other Nascent Soul cultivators to support Yan Zong, as they were all engaged in their own fights.

After another colossal clap of thunder, hundreds of fist-sized silver lightning bolts streaked across the sky, charging directly at Yan Zong.

Yan Zong's expression turned grim. He hastily conjured a small, glowing red umbrella, holding it above his head. The red umbrella spun, releasing a vast expanse of red light that enveloped his entire body. He then violently shook the golden long staff in his hand, causing a powerful rushing wind sound as countless golden staff shadows swept out to meet the incoming attacks.

Boom!

A deafening roar erupted as golden, silver, azure, and yellow spiritual lights intertwined. Waves of qi surged, and the void rippled like disturbed water.

Yan Zong transformed into a streak of light and fled into the distance. Two fists could not contend against four hands. In recent years, the Barbarian Tribe's high-tier cultivators had become increasingly scarce. Who would have thought that shortly after they pledged allegiance to the Sky Wave Realm, the Spirit Extinction Qi would erupt in the Buried Immortal Sea?

"Trying to escape? Leave your head behind to honor my twelfth brother!"

Wang Qingshan's cold, emotionless voice suddenly rang out, and an azure sword dragon over a hundred zhang long lunged forward.

The thundercloud high above churned violently like a surging tide. With a rumbling roar of thunder, eighteen thick, silver lightning dragons flew out, pouncing down on Yan Zong below.

Caught between a tiger in front and a wolf behind, Yan Zong had no escape. The golden long staff in his hand conjured numerous staff shadows, striking at the eighteen silver lightning dragons.

Boom!

Amidst a tremendous roar, the eighteen silver lightning dragons were shattered, and the area for several miles around transformed into a sea of silver lightning.

The thundercloud churned fiercely, and fist-sized silver lightning orbs flew out, crashing into the sea of silver lightning.

The silver sea of lightning expanded, its blinding light making it impossible to open one's eyes. Faintly, a scream could be heard.

A dense swarm of azure flying swords plunged into the silver sea of lightning, emitting dull clanging sounds.

With a mighty explosion, the silver sea of lightning suddenly burst apart, revealing Yan Zong's figure.

The golden long staff in Yan Zong's hand had snapped, and his body was covered in cuts. The nine Azure Glaze Swords that struck him were all blocked.

He roared, and his body swelled significantly. The nine Azure Glaze Swords were sent flying backward. Just then, an azure sword dragon over a hundred zhang long lunged forward.

Yan Zong, unable to dodge, moved both fists, sending a dense barrage of red fist shadows flying towards the azure sword dragon.

The dense red fist shadows struck the azure sword dragon, producing clanging metallic sounds as sparks flew.

The azure sword dragon let out a furious roar, opening its gaping maw. A gleaming azure flying sword shot out—it was the Azure Lotus Sword. Enveloped in the Azure Lotus Karmic Fire, the sword transformed into an azure rainbow, heading directly for Yan Zong.

Yan Zong flipped his hand and produced a glowing red giant axe, which he swung towards the azure rainbow.

With a dull thud, sparks flew, and the red giant axe shattered into pieces. The azure rainbow sliced across Yan Zong's neck, and his head rolled down, blood gushing several feet high.

A miniature Nascent Soul flew out of the corpse and shot towards the sky.

The azure sword dragon suddenly burst apart, sending countless azure sword qi rays piercing through the miniature Nascent Soul.

From that moment on, Yan Zong ceased to exist. His headless corpse plummeted into the sea, staining a small area red.

Wang Qingshan took a deep breath, conjured a storage bag, and collected Yan Zong's head. He intended to use Yan Zong's head as an offering to Wang Qingjun.

Wang Mengbin flew over from a distance. His aura was slightly weaker than Wang Qingshan's, indicating he had clearly advanced to the middle-stage Nascent Soul realm.

With the two of them working together, Yan Zong was no match. The destructive power of lightning-based divine abilities was immense; even a Nascent Soul Barbarian cultivator could not withstand it.

Wang Mengbin flew towards Yan Zong's corpse and retrieved the storage ring from his body.

As a mighty bell rang, the cultivators engaged in battle began to retreat in an orderly fashion, covering each other. After this battle, more than a dozen high-tier cultivators from the Sky Wave Sect had fallen.