CHAPTER 357: CHAPTER 213: FALLEN SAINT GREAT FORMATION! CONSPIRACY REVEALED! (8000 WORDS)_2

Luo Hongyi leaned against a stone wall, arms crossed over her prominent chest. Her legs were straight and slender. "Don’t look at me," she said calmly. "My realm is higher than yours. If you don’t go, I’ll have to!"

Each of their attitudes was more resolute than the last.

Wang Xiu was helpless and had no choice but to agree to let them accompany him.

"If you’re all going, then I’ll go too!" Huang Yunchong saw his chance and tried to join the fun, but Pu Sanlang pushed him back down.

"Don’t even think about it," Pu Sanlang said. "Do you have any idea what your own limits are? Are you trying to get in Wang Xiu’s way?"

In the end, the departing group was decided. It would be Luo Hongyi, Chu You, Li Xuanqi, Zhang Yuge, Li Zuiyue, Xiang Tiange, Zhuge Changsheng, and Qin Guangling. With Wang Xiu, they were a party of nine.

They were all top-tier prodigies, the vast majority of whom had a record of slaying Nascent Soul cultivators while still in the Golden Core Stage. After breaking through, they had condensed Seven or Eight-Colored Nascent Infants, causing their combat power to multiply.

Zhuge Changsheng’s Formations and Qin Guangling’s guqin music were known to have miraculous effects when facing large numbers of enemies.

Others were chosen for their sheer power, like Luo Hongyi and Chu You, who were both cultivators above the Eighth Heaven of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Bei Tangfeng had to remain behind, as he had not yet formed his Nascent Soul.

Other prodigies like Sima Yulong also wanted to follow, but Wang Xiu refused them.

Ji Zidian and Jiang Ling’er were also left behind for the same reason. The two girls’ cheeks puffed out in a huff, and for the first time, they resented how slowly their cultivation was progressing.

Of course, Wang Xiu did not take all of the top combatants from among the prodigies.

Some had to be left behind to guard their position, just in case. For example, people like the Saint Heir of Shenyan Cave Heaven from Qingzhou were left behind.

After all, the Taixu Ancient Path was not a safe place.

...

Wang Xiu used a Jade Talisman to inform the Holy Ancestors of his group’s plan. He then left a Divine Soul Incarnation behind. This was a precaution in case the Jade Talisman failed inside the Abyss Battlefield, ensuring he could maintain contact with the Saints of Xinhuo City at all times.

The ancestors’ reply came back swiftly: "Above all else, be careful!"

And with that, they set off.

In truth, the group’s objective for this trip was simple. First, ascertain the situation. Second, inform the Saint undercover within the Demon Race of the truth to prevent him from being blindsided. Third, cause as much chaos for the Demon Race as possible. And finally, if the opportunity arose, bring Ye Guhong back with them.

They never imagined they could completely foil the Demon Race’s plans on their own; that was simply unrealistic. The final outcome, victory or defeat, would still depend on the Saints in Xinhuo City.

...

They entered the Abyss Battlefield once more. It was just as it had been before: perpetually dark under a heavy, gray sky. From time to time, flashes of blood-red light would appear on the horizon, creating an eerie and terrifying atmosphere.

Countless beings had perished here over the ages, nurturing the land with death energy for untold years. Great dangers lurked in every shadow.

"Stay away from those Void Vortices! Getting caught in one is a one-way trip to death," Wang Xiu warned, his gaze fixed forward as they hurried on.

Ahead of them lay a corpse. It was a colossal, mountain-sized ox, its entire body blood-red. Magma gurgled from its abdomen, and even in death, its corpse emanated a desolate aura and a formidable, lingering power that was still heart-stopping.

It was an exceedingly powerful Desolate Spirit that had been slain with extreme brutality.

Xiang Tiange and the others moved forward to examine the corpse, offering their assessments. "Many people attacked it, and their cultivation realms were all very high."

"This Desolate Spirit was terrifying, yet it was focused down and killed instantly. It didn’t even have a chance to fight back."

"It seems these Demon Followers arrived before we did," Wang Xiu said, his eyes narrowing.

The Demon Followers had originally planned to rendezvous in the Abyss Battlefield to set an ambush for Wang Xiu’s group. However, Wang Xiu had caught them by surprise, eliminating a portion of their forces and ruining their plan.

Now, it seemed they had received new orders and were heading straight for the battlefield’s deepest region. They cut a direct path, slaughtering any Desolate Spirit they encountered. Their methods were simple and brutal.

We need to move faster... Wang Xiu had a bad feeling. The Demon Race had made a new move, and he didn’t know if something had changed in the depths of the battlefield. I hope the undercover Saint hasn’t met with disaster, he thought. Otherwise, we’ll be in big trouble.

...

「In the depths of the battlefield.」

Corpses were strewn everywhere. The bodies of Desolate Spirits had been dismembered, their heads piled up like small hills. Rivers of multicolored blood flowed across the ground.

Atop this mountain of corpses and sea of blood stood Ye Guhong. He held a Divine Spear, his body radiating a golden light like an ancient war god, his gaze sweeping contemptuously over his surroundings.

From all directions, powerful Desolate Spirits charged him relentlessly, throwing the entire mountain range into chaos and causing it to shake violently.

Ye Guhong’s will to fight surged to the heavens. He brandished his Divine Spear, and golden Thunder cracked through the air, tearing the flesh from one Desolate Spirit after another.

But the Desolate Spirits were like a tide, their assault endless. At any moment, they threatened to overwhelm and engulf him completely.

High above the battlefield, two figures floated in the void, watching the scene with indifference.

"Will your method actually work?" the Shadow Fiend asked. Its voice was hoarse, and its twisted form barely revealed a pair of crimson eyes.

"Of course," Yun Wuxin replied indifferently. "In the past several thousand years, the Holy Realm has only produced one true prodigy: Ye Guhong. His people will never stand by and watch him die. They will make a move, sooner or later."

The Shadow Fiend countered, "But from the looks of it, he’s quite resilient. He can hold out for a long time."

Yun Wuxin said, "We’ve already waited for thousands of years; what’s a little longer? If you were to intervene and tip them off, *that* would be the true blunder."

"Heh..." The Shadow Fiend let out a soft, ambiguous chuckle. "We have been waiting for thousands of years. Both I and the great Demon God are growing... impatient."

Yun Wuxin said nothing, but a sudden wave of unease washed over him. He looked to the side and noticed a young, pupil-less girl standing beside the Shadow Fiend. He could not help but ask, "Who is she?"

The Shadow Fiend replied, "You don’t need to know."

Yun Wuxin frowned. "At such a critical moment, some unrelated person shows up, and I don’t have the right to know who she is? Our relationship is a partnership, not one of master and subordinate."