292: Chapter 292 Nascent Soul Manifests Its Power, Immortal Foundation Power!

On the shores of the East Sea, waves of blood surged to the heavens.

Millions of low-level Yao Beasts were locked in a desperate struggle with the Cultivators of the three sects of the Liang Kingdom.

Severed limbs rose and fell with the waves, shattered Magical Artifacts littered the beach, and the thick stench of blood drove the deep-sea Yao Beasts to even greater madness.

High in the air, dozens of Golden Core Cultivators were exchanging frenzied attacks.

Sword Qi, lightning, and poisonous water wove together into a web of death.

"Form the formation! Block that Level 5 Crab Yao!"

A Foundation Establishment deacon of the Haoran Sect roared, but the next moment, a thick, black water pillar pierced through his chest.

The deacon didn't even have time to scream before his Physical Body rapidly rotted and dissolved into blood.

The battlefield below was tragic, but high above in the sky, the thick clouds had long since been torn asunder.

Six auras, like those of gods and demons, firmly suppressed this realm, making even the surrounding Spiritual Qi become incredibly viscous.

That was the Nascent Soul battlefield, supreme and absolute.

True Monarch Haoran stood in mid-air, his yellow-brown Daoist robe flapping in the wind. He looked down at the churning waves below, his eyes devoid of any pity.

"Mere Sea Clan beasts, you dare to invade the borders of my Liang Kingdom!"

True Monarch Haoran raised his right hand, palm facing downward, and pressed down fiercely.

His Immortal Foundation: [Vast Earth] manifested in the firmament!

The Earth-attribute Spiritual Qi within a radius of tens of thousands of miles instantly erupted. The Earth veins on the seabed were forcibly extracted, and accompanied by a deafening roar, dozens of ten-thousand-foot-tall mud and stone peaks burst out of the sea, forcefully cutting off the surging tide.

The giant peaks closed together like a millstone of heaven and earth.

Tens of thousands of Yao Beasts, and even the Cultivators of the three sects who could not retreat in time, were all ground into meat paste under this overwhelming force.

"Old thing, the Earth Dao you cultivate is nothing more than this!"

The Eight-Clawed Demon King, in the appearance of a bald old man, laughed wildly. The eight tentacles on his lower body spread crazily into the Void Realm, instantly growing to a hundred feet in thickness.

His Immortal Foundation: [Water Monster], also manifested in the world!

The old man's Physical Body mutated rapidly; thousands upon thousands of scarlet eyeballs grew on his tentacles. The eyeballs opened in unison, shooting out dense, deep-blue mysterious light.

Wherever the mysterious light passed, the giant peaks summoned by True Monarch Haoran melted and collapsed like snow meeting fire, turning into mud and dust...

Not only that, but those deep-blue rays of light fell into the battlefield below. Whether human or Yao, as long as they touched even a trace, their Physical Bodies immediately mutated into deformed lumps of flesh, losing their sanity and tearing at each other.

"Do not be arrogant, vile beast!"

True Monarch Tianjian snorted coldly, and the long sword on his back unsheathed.

Immortal Foundation: [Sword of the World], stood within the firmament!

Hum!!!

On the battlefield below, the Flying Swords in the hands of tens of thousands of Sword Cultivators from the three sects suddenly began to tremble uncontrollably. Following that, ten thousand swords flew together, turning into a brilliant river of Sword Qi that surged directly toward True Monarch Tianjian.

True Monarch Tianjian held his fingers together like a sword and slashed down through the air.

The ten thousand swords merged into one, becoming a gigantic sword that tore through the firmament.

The sword light was brilliant, slashing off three of the tentacles extended by the bald old man. The foul-smelling demon blood spilled down like a waterfall, completely corroding and sinking an island below...

"Roar!"

The bald old man roared in pain.

Beside him, another Eight-Clawed Demon King, with a body the size of a mountain, took a step forward.

This Demon King was entirely dark red, with no human form, only endless tentacles churning in the seawater, faintly revealing the shadow of a void sun.

His Immortal Foundation was revealed: [Vast Sun Sea].

The Demon King opened his huge mouth and spat out a blue water bead the size of a fist. The water bead expanded rapidly in the wind, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a blue sun emitting extreme heat...

The seawater instantly boiled, evaporating into white mist that filled the sky.

The blue sun smashed into the giant sword. When the two collided, there was no earth-shattering roar, only a sound of annihilation.

The Sword Qi was forcibly melted by the sun, and True Monarch Tianjian groaned, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"Yin and Yang reversed, the Yellow Springs road opens."

True Monarch Tongyou spoke eerily, a soul-summoning banner appearing in his hand.

He shook it vigorously, and the Void Realm silently split open.

His Immortal Foundation manifested, and it was none other than: [Path to the Yellow Springs]!

An ancient, grey path flowing with Yellow Springs water extended from the crack, aiming directly at the third Eight-Clawed Demon King.

On the ancient path, countless vengeful spirits wailed and struggled, carrying a terrifying suction force that struck directly at the Divine Soul, intent on devouring souls and seizing spirits!

The third Eight-Clawed Demon King was thin with a sinister face. Facing this Path to the Yellow Springs, he did not retreat but instead actively moved to meet it.

It was his Immortal Foundation: [Fish in the Abyss]!

The Demon King's body instantly became ethereal, as if merging into the dark side of this world.

He transformed into a transparent abyss fish, swimming upstream on the Yellow Springs path; the thousands of vengeful spirits could not touch him at all.

The fish darted through, instantly crossing layers of nothingness, and appeared in front of True Monarch Tongyou. With a fierce flick of its tail, it raised a monstrous wave!

Bang!

True Monarch Tongyou's protective Spiritual Qi shattered, and he was sent flying several miles away by the giant wave, his chest bones completely shattered...

"Kill these beasts!"

"Destroy these lowly human apes!"

The six Nascent Soul powerhouses from both sides were now thoroughly blinded by bloodlust.

Earth peaks collapsed, Sword Qi crisscrossed, the Yellow Springs flooded down, and the sun burned the sea.

The shores of the East Sea, within a radius of tens of thousands of miles, had completely become a dead zone.

Golden Core Cultivators fell like dumplings, while Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining Cultivators didn't even have the qualifications to be cannon fodder, turning directly into fly ash in the aftermath of the Nascent Soul battle.

True Monarch Haoran's face was as dark as water.

He glanced at the elites of the three sects below, who were almost entirely wiped out. A flash of heartache crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by ruthlessness.

"Seal the heavens and the earth, lock down the Void Realm! Hold them back!" True Monarch Haoran transmitted his voice.

True Monarch Tianjian and True Monarch Tongyou immediately gathered close. The three stood in a triangular formation, their Immortal Foundation powers intertwining, barely connecting with the true nature of the Great Dao of heaven and earth to lock down this realm, intending to trap and kill the three Yao!

"Want to delay for time?"

The bald old man's tentacles regenerated, and he sneered, "Your Liang Kingdom is in chaos, with demonic Cultivators rising everywhere internally. Who can come to save you?"

"Do you really think that by sealing the heavens and earth, you have us cornered?"

True Monarch Haoran did not answer, only guarding the formation eye desperately.

Tens of thousands of miles away, above the clouds.

A stealth flying boat engraved with the emblem of the Shangqing Sect hovered there.

True Monarch Yuanshang toyed with the folding fan in his hand, looking down at the East Sea battle from above. Beside him stood the withered-looking True Monarch Tongming, who had lost an arm.

"Fellow Daoist Tongming, how much longer do you think these three sects of the Liang Kingdom can hold out?" True Monarch Yuanshang chuckled.

True Monarch Tongming stared at his former colleague, his eyes full of resentment. "The three sects still have their foundations, and that old thief Haoran hides very deep."

"If the Eight-Tentacle clan wants to devour them, they will have to sacrifice the lives of at least hundreds of thousands of Yao Beasts."

"Indeed, the Eight-Tentacle clan is ultimately just a branch of the orthodox Sea Yao; their foundation is somewhat lacking."

True Monarch Yuanshang closed his folding fan and tapped his palm. "Therefore, someone needs to give them a helping hand to completely finish this game of chess."

True Monarch Tongming turned his head. "Is the Shangqing Sect going to make a move?"

"No rush."

True Monarch Yuanshang looked to the west, his gaze gradually deepening. "Our sect's main force has already gathered at the border, but over in the Wei State, the people from the Taiqing Sect should have arrived as well."

"We must let them test the waters first and see how the situation develops."

As soon as he finished speaking, on the western horizon, a purple mist surged across thirty thousand miles, heading straight for the Liang Kingdom. Clearly, a Nascent Soul had arrived!

Within the purple mist, one could faintly see the shadow of a gigantic Bagua Pill Furnace, its pressure no weaker than the six Nascent Soul Cultivators fighting in the East Sea.

A playful arc curled the corner of True Monarch Yuanshang's mouth.

"Look, 'True Monarch Zhaohuo' of the Taiqing Sect has arrived."

"This Liang Kingdom is finally going to become a fine feast."

The winds and clouds changed suddenly, and the great trend pressed down.

The Liang Kingdom was destined to completely descend into a living hell on this day.