Chapter 508: Yuan Ying Chaotic Battle, Wang Yu Gains Benefits

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This demon, named Peng Zhan, was the most powerful individual under the Heavenly Peng King, only a step away from the perfected Nascent Soul stage. He launched a sneak attack on a novice Ice Tribe member who was merely at the early Fourth Order. Caught completely off guard, the victim had no idea the attacker would suddenly erupt. The destruction of their physical body instantly signified that a full-scale battle was now inevitable.

Bing Jiu, the son of the second-generation Ice God, had a grim expression. To have his clansmen toyed with right in front of him like this, if he didn't intervene, he would truly have no backbone left.

“The Northern Demon Race… this is going too far!”

The Five-Color Saint Lord also looked astonished, having not expected the Heavenly Peng King to be so impulsive. He had clearly persuaded the other party, and events should not have unfolded in this manner. But he instantly recalled the psychic fluctuations from earlier. Realizing that Wang Yu had said something to him, his brow furrowed instantly, and he didn't even have time to formulate a response.

A large group of mixed-blood Ice Tribe members, led by Bing Jiu, immediately launched an attack. Their combat power, being ice-attributed cultivators, was inherently elevated by the environmental blessings of the location. Whistling cold winds coalesced into a storm, unleashing a barrage of dense ice blades, spears, and swords that rained down like an extreme ice storm!

The Vermillion Raven King immediately burst into laughter. Behind him, a pair of sky-obscuring fiery raven wings unfurled, then folded in like a shield, completely enveloping the Northern Demon Race's contingent. On the mountainside platform, other cultivators who were still confused by the sudden turn of events quickly reacted, withdrawing from the platform in a daze. They prepared to wait until the conflict subsided before re-entering. With nearly a year still remaining until the Heavenly Palace Secret Realm opened, everyone, despite having arrived early, was in no particular rush. Since the two sides were at odds, it was fine to let them fight. Regardless of who won, lost, or if both sides suffered heavy losses, it was the best possible outcome for these unaligned cultivators.

“Ice God's Eye: Skyfall!”

It's worth noting that while Bing Jiu was the leader of the mixed-blood Ice Tribe contingent, he was not their strongest member. The individual now making a move had astonishingly reached the perfected Nascent Soul stage. This was precisely one of the foundational powerhouses dispatched by the Northern Suppressing Pagoda as reinforcement. He appeared as a white-haired old man, his entire body permeated with the aura of death, clearly indicating his lifespan was nearing its end. It was he who now took action.

A gigantic ice pupil suddenly materialized in mid-air. Its gaze fixed on the Vermillion Raven Wing-Shield, and immediately, distorted voids appeared on its surface, as if the very space there was dissolving. It met the gaze of the astonished Vermillion Raven King.

“—CRACKLE!”

Thunder flashed and lightning struck as the Thunder-Scale King suddenly burst forth from the void. Like a deity commanding lightning, an endless sea of thunder instantly proliferated from his center. Not only did it dissipate all the frost spells filling the sky, but the large-scale offensive also forced the Ice Tribe contingent into a defensive posture. Another individual from the Ice Tribe rushed forward, but their cultivation was only at the late Nascent Soul stage. After confronting the Thunder-Scale King, he immediately fell into a disadvantage.

After two moves, more powerhouses emerged from the Vermillion Raven King's protection, rushing out one after another. The Heavenly Peng King, transformed into a cyan-gold stream of light, pierced through the world like a divine blade. In the blink of an eye, he slew another early Nascent Soul mixed-blood Ice Tribe member, whose Ice Nascent Soul was immediately dismembered and swallowed, devoured on the spot.

In terms of the number of top-tier powerhouses, the mixed-blood Ice Tribe was at a significant disadvantage. While these perfectly engineered beings could quickly cultivate to the early Fourth Order realm, this was largely due to the geographical advantage of the Endless Ice Plains. With an endless supply of high-quality cold energy at their disposal for refinement, their strength naturally progressed rapidly. Moreover, the Ice Tribe's path of advancement was even simpler than that of demon beasts: as long as they continuously absorbed cold energy, their strength would keep increasing. The mixed-blood Ice Tribe gained the advantageous characteristics of human bloodlines, further accelerating their growth rate.

But that was as far as it went. While early Fourth Order could be achieved through sheer accumulation, progressing further was extremely difficult; comprehending 'Law Intent' was the first major hurdle.

Moreover, as Wang Yu secretly observed, he discovered their second weakness: weak souls! This weakness was relative to Nascent Soul cultivators, though they were still much stronger than those at Core Formation. This inherent frailty, coupled with a fragile mental will due to insufficient life experience, presented a major defect. In terms of spiritual sense, mixed-blood Ice Tribe members were generally not as sharp as normal Nascent Soul cultivators.

Having gleaned this information, Wang Yu naturally entered the fray. He had incited the Heavenly Peng King to act precisely because he sought to obtain the heritage of either the Ice Tribe or the Northern Suppressing Pagoda, and among those present, no one was more suitable than Bing Jiu. Even if the Five-Color Saint Lord hadn't intervened, Wang Yu's participation was a formidable enemy they could barely contend with.

Dazzling aurora intertwined with black lightning. His speed was so swift that even the Five-Color Saint Lord couldn't keep up. There was no time to marvel at his speed. A demonic sword appeared in Wang Yu's hand, resembling flesh with veins and eyeballs. Its two sharp edges emanated an aura of spatial cutting. A large eyeball on the sword hilt guard darted about erratically. This was the Blood-Flesh Demonic Sword 3.0, Wang Yu's third refined version. It had devoured a vast quantity of Nascent Soul corpses he had collected and even integrated parts of his stored spatial rings to enhance its spatial cutting capabilities. Its grade had astonishingly reached the peak Fourth Order, just short of becoming a spiritual treasure by developing sentience.

The perfected Asura Law Intent, Blood Slaughtering Heart Sword divine ability! A sword strike that directly assailed the mind instantly froze Bing Jiu, the third-layer Nascent Soul son of the second-generation Ice God. Under the terrifying mental illusion of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, he had almost no ability to resist. Wang Yu hesitated for only a moment upon witnessing this, a thought flashing through his mind that there might be more than one Ice God's Son. After all, if he was truly that precious, the Gatekeeper Tribe would not have sent him here to his death.

The Heart-Slaughtering Sword was not just a mental attack. A blood-red line, like a fissure in the sky, vertically bisected Bing Jiu. His fragile physical body simply couldn't withstand Wang Yu's formidable late Nascent Soul stage strength. When he held the shimmering Ice Nascent Soul in his grasp, his heart immediately settled significantly. He didn't immediately perform a soul search, but casually tossed the Ice Nascent Soul into the Glazed Pagoda for sealing, and his form once again transformed into an aurora.

This time, he set his sights on the perfected Nascent Soul elder from the Northern Suppressing Pagoda. The Vermillion Raven King wisely yielded his position, leaving the opponent for Wang Yu to engage. He himself then plunged into the Ice Tribe ranks, slaughtering all in his path like the Heavenly Peng King. They crumbled almost on contact, offering absolutely no resistance. This mixed-blood Ice Tribe team appeared intimidating, but in reality, their strength was merely superficial, significantly lacking both in techniques and experience. The battle that had so suddenly erupted was astonishingly one-sided. This was something no one had expected.

“So weak…” Among the onlookers, Yan Ling couldn't help but exclaim. Her cultivation had now reached the third layer of the Nascent Soul stage, and her progress had been relatively smooth. Although she hadn't engaged in many proper Nascent Soul battles, she still keenly sensed the frailty of these foreign races.

Beside her, Yu Tangtang, who hadn't seen Wang Yu in a long time, was incredibly excited. She would occasionally raise her small fists to feign a punch or high-kick with one leg, appearing like a close-combat master eager for action. It was just that her petite stature was truly too misleading. Yu Tangtang's aura was even stronger than Yan Ling's. Her cultivation had astonishingly reached the middle stage of the fourth layer of the Nascent Soul stage. It was notable that Yu Tangtang was about the same age as Wang Yu, and her talent was unequivocally the greatest among all demon races Wang Yu had ever encountered!

According to the Blood-Eyed Demonic Dragon, Yu Tangtang was not his biological daughter, and her bloodline grade was at the pinnacle of Earth-grade. Now, Wang Yu could be sure that these were all deliberately false rumors fed to him. Given the old demonic dragon's nature, if Yu Tangtang weren't his biological daughter, would she receive such treatment? He would have long since devoured her completely and excreted her as dragon dung. From her appearance and a few demonic features, it was evident she was indeed the Blood-Eyed Demonic Dragon's offspring. However, Yu Tangtang's maternal lineage must be truly extraordinary. Her bloodline grade had at least reached the level of a primeval ferocious beast, and her prolonged inability to grow was partly due to her bloodline potential not yet being fully actualized, rather than being some nonsense side effect of a secret technique.

The two enthusiastically observed the battle, while Wang Yu merely met their gaze with a fleeting glance before redirecting his full attention to his new opponent. He said with interest, “A human traitor from the Northern Suppressing Pagoda?”

The direct verbal attack made the elder's already grim face even more sinister. A chilling expression etched itself onto his age-spotted face as he spoke in a sinister tone, “Wang Yu, isn't it? It's not easy for a young man to gain renown, but you're still far from being able to deal with this old man.”

Under normal circumstances, that would be true, but this was not a normal circumstance. “Even Chi Tiandu couldn't do anything to me, so how much better do you think you'll fare?” Wang Yu reached out and grasped, and the Sun-Piercing Demonic Bow appeared in his hand. As his right hand drew back an invisible string, both the bowstring and a starlight arrow appeared simultaneously. The bow was drawn to a full moon, and arrows were fired in rapid succession. The spiritual treasure's power was perfectly unleashed, following a high-pitched phoenix cry. The Phoenix Flame Arrows reversed polarity, and as the Lunar Moonlight descended, three chilling Lunar Star Arrows were fired consecutively.

The elder's eyes widened. Ice shields materialized before him, and his Natal Artifact, astonishingly an Ice Frost Pagoda similar to Wang Yu's, rapidly expanded, its base aimed directly at the rapidly incoming Lunar Star Arrows. Those black ice shields shattered completely before even the first arrow could be fully resisted. After the arrow penetrated the base of the Ice Frost Pagoda, the tower trembled for a moment but managed to endure. After all, it was a peak Fourth-Order artifact with considerable power, but as the second arrow struck the pagoda, spiderweb-like cracks rapidly spread across its body. The third arrow finally detonated the elder's Natal Artifact. He spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and dark blood streamed from all seven of his orifices. He let out a mad, deranged laugh. “So what if it's a Fifth-Order spiritual treasure? How many times can you activate it with your cultivation? Once your demonic essence is depleted…”

Before he could finish speaking, he saw Wang Yu smilingly draw the bowstring again, and three Lunar Star Arrows once more materialized. The elder's body stiffened abruptly. Wang Yu sneered, “A frog in a well dares to contend with the bright moon!”

The consumption of using the Sun-Piercing Demonic Bow was not low, but as the recognized master by the weapon's spirit, it assisted Wang Yu in wielding this spiritual treasure, significantly reducing the energy expenditure. Coupled with the Heavenly Star Arrow Condensation Technique and Wang Yu's own subtle, ethereal connection with the Lunar Star, even firing a dozen consecutive 'normal attacks' imbued with a force field like this would only leave him slightly breathless. While his endurance was considered weak only in a relative sense, compared to other cultivators of the same realm, he was undoubtedly among the top tier.

The elder from the Northern Suppressing Pagoda turned ashen. As Wang Yu's finger released, the first arrow detonated his physical body. The subsequent two arrows, like tracking missiles, swiftly bypassed the weakened Nascent Soul, and randomly selected and directly blew up two unlucky mixed-blood Ice Tribe members!

This terrifying destructive power, which eclipsed all others on the field, instantly became the focal point. Wang Yu, now an aurora, approached and collected all the spoils of war, adding another Nascent Soul and storage ring to his collection. With a smile like an old farmer at harvest, he showed no intention of making further moves. With the combined combat power of the Heavenly Peng King, Vermillion Raven King, and Thunder-Scale King, all perfected Nascent Soul powerhouses, in barely the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the mixed-blood Ice Tribe had already been utterly routed, and those still alive fled deep into the Endless Ice Plains. The perpetual ice storms sweeping through that area would be the most formidable barrier, protecting them from external cultivators.

If the Northern Demon Race's involvement in the Ice Prison Realm's conflict was considered incredibly troublesome by all factions, then the appearance of the mixed-blood Ice Tribe was merely a joke. As long as the Northern Suppressing Pagoda did not deploy its full strength, the mixed-blood Ice Tribe alone was not a concern at all. Not a single pure-blood Ice Tribe member had even appeared. This indicated that they had not truly committed. As long as the mastermind, the Grand Priest of the Gatekeeper Tribe, had not yet made a move, there was nothing to worry about.

A battle that had been suddenly provoked also suddenly ended. The demons only felt the slaughter was not satisfying enough. Although there were some casualties among the demon race, they were not severe; only one unlucky Fourth-Order Vermillion Raven had fallen. The rest only sustained minor injuries and would be fine after cultivating for a period.

After the battle, the watching cultivators showed no intention of appearing, leaving only the Northern Demon Race's contingent on the mountainside platform. The Heavenly Peng King and others then grandly invited Wang Yu to join them for a discussion, excluding the Five-Color Saint Lord from the conversation. This act of exclusion and the formation of a small clique were no longer even disguised. The intelligent demons immediately sensed something was amiss. The less astute ones simply thought they were merely chatting, while at this moment, they were busy tallying the spiritual items harvested from the storage rings! The atmosphere was quite festive. Wang Yu's arrival did not cause any stir.

The Heavenly Peng King merely reiterated the intelligence he had received from him, so that the Vermillion Raven King and Thunder-Scale King would be aware. The former said nothing, merely silently digesting the shocking revelation that the Ice Phoenix Saint Lord might be an Ice Tribe member. The latter, however, became uncontrollably furious. His gaze, filled with suspicion, fixed intensely on the Five-Color Saint Lord, who still maintained his gentle and benevolent demeanor, even showing a hint of confusion, as if unaware of the origin of this hostility.

—It was a good act, but no demon would be fooled by this illusion any longer! This thought simultaneously flashed through the minds of the Three Kings.

After they finished comparing intelligence and discussed preparations to guard against the Five-Color Saint Lord, Wang Yu found a secluded corner by himself. An evil and ominous black mist surged from behind him. It was the manifestation of the Fifth-Order secret technique, Soul Searching Evil Art. He first targeted Bing Jiu, the Ice God's Son's Nascent Soul, which contained not only the memories of his brief life, but also various divine abilities passed down to him by the Grand Priest of the Gatekeeper Tribe. Wang Yu easily bypassed the restrictions limiting these memories, directly accessing all the information he desired.

Aside from the inherited knowledge, Wang Yu's greatest gain was the confirmation that the Ice God's Son was not a solitary figure; the transparent ice pillars within that domed ice house were all filled with Ice God's Sons just like Bing Jiu! There were at least thirty to forty of them. If all were to awaken, they would likely possess Bing Jiu's current strength, and in a few more decades or centuries, the Ice Tribe could indeed acquire a force capable of influencing the Ice Prison Realm's situation.

“So that’s how it is…”

(End of chapter)