Chapter 1278 - 1278 4 Skyfall

Chapter 1278: Chapter 4 Skyfall Chapter 1278: Chapter 4 Skyfall Above the sky.

Cracks and black holes were continuously changing in a cycle of healing and dividing.

Chaos material seeped out from the crevices, quickly evolving into various calamities.

The impact sounds from beyond the world were becoming increasingly distant as if the existences beyond had chosen to give up.

And at this moment, at the border of Sen State and Chen State.

The battlefield, which was just now fiercely intense and where Nascent Soul cultivators occasionally met their tragic ends, fell into a peculiar silence.

It didn’t matter if it was Guan Ao, Qiu Zhongqiu, and other Jin cultivators or the nearby Evil Gods and Incense Fire Dao cultivators.

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They all stared dumbfounded at the young cultivator who had stepped out of the Teleportation Array.

Shock, disbelief, incredulity…

A myriad of emotions intertwined.

Among the crowd, Qiu Zhongqiu felt utterly conflicted:

“No wonder…

Master Xun valued him so much before, even breaking the norm to appoint him to the once-abandoned position of Chief Division Master…”

After their initial astonishment, Ling Weizi and Hu Zaixi couldn’t help but glance back at the impassive Ice Daoist, then once again stared at that young cultivator, a sense of time’s vast changes arising spontaneously.

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The once little Foundation Building fellow could now slay an Evil God with his sword…

But they quickly came to their senses.

“That’s not right!

From the time he joined the Sect to now, it has been less than one hundred fifty years, this, this…”

The two, upon realizing this, were shaken to their core!

In less than one hundred fifty years, a Foundation Building cultivator had quietly risen to the Nascent Soul Realm.

Ignoring the fact that the Dharma Lineage was time-consuming and difficult to cultivate,

Even among common legacies, to reach such speed would be enough to rank amongst the Sect’s personal disciples, and quite high up at that.

“This…

This is a great fortune for the Sect!”

Ling Weizi and Hu Zaixi looked at each other, similar thoughts rising in their hearts.

Looking at the young cultivator, their eyes filled with even more gratification and joy.

For his achievements today, they, as his Martial Uncles who had personally taught him, shared in the honor.

While besieged by several Evil Gods, Guan Ao was both surprised and baffled.

“Senior Brother Yao’s disciple…

How did he do it?”

His sword strike, though mysterious and powerful, seemed even stronger than that of an ordinary Nascent Soul Perfect Practitioner.

But logically, it shouldn’t be enough to break through an Evil God’s Dao Domain.

Yet he effortlessly beheaded an Evil God.

Frankly, he really didn’t understand that sword strike.

In his mind, he involuntarily recalled the brief encounter they had in Sen State before.

Back then, he took a casual liking and couldn’t help but to test the waters.

But he did not expect this rising star of the Sect to far exceed his expectations, managing to withstand his palm strike imbued with ‘Solar Divine Fire’ with merely a Golden Core Cultivation Base.

Although he had far from exerted his full strength, it was enough to surprise him.

He had thought then that if the child did not die prematurely, his potential would be boundless.

Yet he never imagined that boundless day would come so swiftly.

“This hasn’t even been ten years, has it?”

His heart couldn’t help but feel bewildered.

But the Evil Gods finally reacted.

The Jackal-headed God was the first to transform into a wolf, scrambling to the other Evil Gods’ side in panic.

While the Bag God, without even time to spit out the bones in its mouth, puffed up its wrinkled mouth and tumbled back to its companions, staring guardedly at the young cultivator.

Even though they clearly sensed that this person seemed to be just a Nascent Soul cultivator, with the Pot Stove God’s corpse not yet completely vanished, how could they dare to relax?

“What’s the panic!”

“The Pot Stove God was merely careless!”

The leading Evil God knew they couldn’t retreat lightly at this moment; once the formation was broken, they would be picked off one by one by the opponent.

Immediately strengthening their resolve, they bellowed:

“It must be a trump card left by those Immortal Ascensionists, but he ceased after a single move, surely he can’t use it a second time!

He is just bluffing!”

“Jackal-headed God!

Bag God!”

Both Jackal-headed God and Bag God had unsightly expressions.

The Jackal-headed God suddenly turned and instructed a Fourth Tier Perfection cultivator below in a low voice:

“Go!

Test his limit!”

The thin cultivator was clearly stunned for a moment, fear flashing across his face:

“Divine Venerable, I, I…”

Although his cultivation base is one of the most elite under Immortal Ascension,

That was merely due to the rapid advancement with the feedback from the Deities.

Cultivation base sufficient, but the heart for Cultivating not adequate.

Fighting with the wind on his side was usually triumphant, but now, facing this formidable man capable of slaying a Deity with a single strike, his soul scattered in fright!

“Go quickly!

Otherwise, I will cripple you on the spot!”

The Jackal-headed God’s face flashed with ferocity.

He bared his frosty wolf jaws.

The thin cultivator, startled, braced himself and flew out.

The Jackal-headed God, not reassured, swiveled his neck and pointed out three more.

Behind the young cultivator, at this time, seven or eight shadows of cultivators quickly emerged.

“All Nascent Souls…”

The several Evil Gods somewhat relaxed.

They glanced at each other.

“As I said, nowadays the heavens no longer tolerate Immortal Ascension cultivators to live; how could any remain!”

“Without delay, find out his limits first!”

On the Jin cultivators’ side, there was no relaxation.

Ling Weizi and Hu Zaixi loudly exclaimed:

“Quick!

Coordinate with Chief Wang, let’s break through together!”

Qiu Zhongqiu also came to his senses, immediately propping up an octagonal box, muttering incantations under his breath.

Guan Ao too clenched his teeth and flung himself at the Evil Gods once more.

“Scram!”

An Evil God with a head similar to a bird slightly vibrated its wings, a strange gust of wind immediately rolling Guan Ao away.