Cultivation Helped by Ancestors

Chapter 589 - 443: High Profile (4K)

Nanwuzhou, Wuxian Gorge

This place is a forbidden land of Nanwuzhou, adjacent to the main vein of the Two Realms Mountain.

Surrounded entirely by numerous Barbarian Border savages.

These barbarians have concealed themselves deep within the mountains for generations, possessing alien bloodlines, they revere various primitive deities, maintaining many brutal customs, and it is not uncommon for some heterodox sects to occupy this place.

Even cultivators are reluctant to easily approach this place.

And Wuxian Valley is even more of a taboo within this barbaric land, with many local savages and cultivators from barbarian tribes unwilling to approach this area.

Rumor has it that Evil Gods and evil ghosts reside here, and anyone who ventures in will have their Divine Soul captured, unable to escape.

Above Wuxian Gorge, two figures appeared from the void.

True Monarch Zhanmo looked at the valley below and smiled.

"Ah Yu, below is the first gateway of the Asura Demon Sect. It’s your move next. Strike swiftly to avoid complications!"

Zhang Jian glanced down, then raised his eyebrow slightly and said.

"It seems this Asura Demon Sect is quite adept at the magic of witch ghosts and Evil Gods!"

True Monarch Zhanmo’s expression turned slightly solemn as she spoke.

"Not just adept, they are skilled in curses, puppetry, and various Demon Dao techniques. Ah Yu, be cautious to avoid an unexpected setback!"

Zhang Jian’s gaze shifted slightly. He raised his palm at this moment.

Deep within the palm, a blazing Celestial Purity Fire emerged, instantly transforming into golden firebirds.

Golden Crow Fission Technique.

This Tier Two Immortal Technique, when activated by Zhang Jian, seemed like eight or nine Extreme Yang Suns were continuously born from the void, casting blazing golden red light towards the bottom of Wuxian Gorge.

Zhang Jian paid no heed to the Evil Gods, evil ghosts below, or the traps of Poisonous Insects and curses. Once he made his move, the Golden Crow Fission Technique began its frenzy of bombardment.

Countless golden red lights transformed into rays that fell, turning the void and the mist-shrouded valley into a sea of golden red fire, with horrific screams echoing from below.

Inside, faintly visible were countless Poisonous Insects flying chaotically, puppets shrieking, and even petrified Dharma Aspects of Evil Gods emerging from the temple deep within the valley, fleeing in every direction, instantly obliterated by the Extreme Yang Suns into dust.

At this time, deep within the valley, there was a long iron chain bridge, seemingly leading to the endless Netherworld void.

Outside the iron chain bridge, there were two statues of Flying Yakshas noisily chattering.

"Trouble, trouble, someone’s burned the mountain gate!"

"It hurts so much, we’re burned to death!"

Moments later, they fell into the depths of the gorge beneath the iron chain bridge, wailing.

Above the sea of fire, Zhang Jian met True Monarch Zhanmo’s slightly surprised gaze and smiled.

"This is called shaking the mountain to scare the tiger, forcing all the mice out!"

"Master, this should be high-profile enough!"

True Monarch Zhanmo glanced at Zhang Jian, her eyes seemed slightly mocking.

"You wretched disciple, I told you to be high-profile, but never said to blatantly provoke. You’re asking for trouble!"

Zhang Jian shook his head and said.

"Master, the ones with trouble are the Asura Demon Sect. A mere demon sect wouldn’t dare be presumptuous before a disciple!"

...

Deep underground in a mystical location, countless demonic Qi overflowed, a grand blood river flowed through the earth, vast and majestic.

The blood river seemed to originate from the depths of the Netherworld, its demonic Qi vast and sublime.

The stronghold of the Asura Demon Sect is here.

This Asura Demon Sect and the Blood Shadow Demon Sect are actually of the same lineage.

Both draw from the endless blood river in the depths of the Netherworld as their source.

However, the two demon sects employ different methods, one harnesses the power of the mighty blood river to refine the spirit with blood river.

The other utilizes the abundant blood within the blood river’s depths to refine the body, cultivating various powerful Great Asura Demon God bodies, naturally including ancient numerous divine and demonic physiques like the Witch God Body, Ghost God Body, etc.

Now, after the demon sect gate in Wuxian Valley was burned, it immediately alarmed the powerful figures of the demon sect deep in seclusion.

One after another, demonic lights swiftly flew out, furiously heading towards Wuxian Gorge.

A group of Asura Demon Sect’s strong figures, each with a cold expression, never has anyone dared to provoke Slaughter Demon Sect’s main altar.

"You fool, dare destroy our demon sect’s mountain gate, courting death!"

The leader was four figures with stunning demonic Qi.

One with three heads and six arms, a Flying Yaksha body.

Another with a chilling ghostly aura, a ghostly land atmosphere spreading over everything, the flesh body transformed into a powerful Witch God wielding Heaven and Earth Law, or a Netherworld Ghost God.

And the strongest one was surrounded by endless blood river Qi, with a Red Lotus Divine Seal in the center of the brow, a terrifying Demon God, its aura already reaching the realm of Primordial Spirit True Monarch.

Beside them, True Monarch Zhanmo saw the situation and said.

"Ah Yu, these are the four Demon King Elders of the Asura Demon Sect, famous elder demons in the Two Realms Region!"

Zhang Jian waved his hand, laughed, and said.

"Master, no need to mention the names of dying people!"

"Arrogant!"

Deep within the void, upon hearing this, the four Demon Sect Elders’ faces turned furious, their hearts bursting with rage, demonic Qi surging, the Dharma Aspect of four Demon Gods manifesting numerous Primordial Spirit Immortal Technique imprints, but they quickly changed expressions, suddenly feeling a terrifying pressure flowing around.

In the sky, Zhang Jian slightly lifted a hand, pressed a finger down, as if countless void and temporal powers converged into a single finger.

Two Tier Two Immortal Techniques converged.

Yellow Court Blessed Land Technique.

Nine Revolutions Wishing Wheel.

The Space-Time Powers seemed like a sharp cone, suddenly sweeping through the deep void, covering the four demonic lights rushing out.