Cultivating with Bragging System-Chapter 530 - 260: The Battle of the Saint! Zhenmo City—Transform! (6000 words)_2

The battlefield grew increasingly intense. Every moment, countless beings died tragic deaths as massive battles erupted, causing blood to rain down from the sky.

Before long, a tremendous commotion once again burst forth from the void. Another Saint of the Human Race had fallen, and alongside him plummeted two lords of the Demon Race. The void churned with surging cosmic laws and billowing holy light, a testament to the battle’s ferocity.

Standing on the ramparts of Zhenmo City, Wang Xiu’s expression was grave. Only he could clearly discern the situation of the battle in the void.

The number of Demon Race powerhouses far outnumbered those of the Human Race. With the surplus Demon Lords united in their assault against the Human Saints, how could they not be invincible?

The patriarch from Three Yang Blessed Land who had just fallen was already near the end of his lifespan. Battling at a disadvantage and surrounded by several Demon Lords, he stood no chance of victory. In the end, he ignited his fading body, sacrificing himself to unleash a destructive maelstrom that engulfed the lords attacking him. Unfortunately, its power was limited; only the closest lord perished. The others merely sustained some injuries.

Of course, not every battle was so harrowing.

"Sword Demise, Shatter Star River!"

A dazzling sword light fell from the void, like a river of stars stretching across the sky with imperious might. A single slash forced several Demon Lords to retreat in alarm, their expressions changing drastically. Yet, they still lost limbs as demonic blood sprayed wildly. Amidst the vast expanse of sword light, a female Sword Immortal wielding a three-foot green blade stood aloof and supreme. She strode upon a river of sword qi, fighting four opponents at once without losing ground.

It was none other than Dugu Qingqian, the First Seat of the Sanqing Sword Sect.

Elsewhere in the void, an elegant man sat cross-legged, holding an erhu as if in a world of his own, completely immersed in the way of music.

HUM, HUM, HUM!

With every draw of the bowstring, countless sound waves imbued with auras of slaughter and desolation swept out. They were like thousands upon thousands of razor-sharp sword qi, whipping up a terrifying storm in the void. Even though five Demon Lords besieged him and unleashed a barrage of techniques, they all struggled to get near him. The terrifying power of those sonic blades was more than even the body of a lord could bear.

This was Gong Shangyu, the First Seat of the Sanqing Sonic Sect.

At the very heart of the battlefield, Zhuo Canglang, clad in his tattered Taoist robe, had shed his usual crafty facade. With a dignified and solemn bearing, he radiated a profound Dao Yun, looking like an immortal deity. His entire body flickered with resplendent, crystalline immortal light. Two crows—one black, one white—flew from his shoulders, transforming into two streams of pure Chaotic Qi. They converged into two rivers of Yin and Yang that circled around him like a vast celestial ring.

The ring blazed like vaporizing clouds, radiating a blinding divine light that illuminated the entire void as if it were day.

The gargantuan Bone Dragon was struck by the ring. Its body instantly shattered, its vertebrae breaking apart into a sky full of stardust as it retreated with a mournful screech. Like a celestial god descended to the mortal realm, Zhuo Canglang faced many enemies at once, yet he did not falter.

ROAR—

The demonic horde recoiled, their gazes filled with dread as they looked upon Zhuo Canglang.

Sanqing was still Sanqing. Though it had fallen from its heyday, that was only in comparison to its own prime. Whether it was Zhuo Canglang, Gong Shangyu, or Dugu Qingqian, they were all peak Saint Manifestation experts with earth-shaking strength and boundless abilities.

"You vermin of the Demon Race, come and meet your demise!"

With a furious roar, endless flames ignited in the void. An ancestral Saint from Shenyan Cave Heaven, bathed in Divine Fire, single-handedly fought against three Demon Lords. Countless runes were annihilated by the holy light, yet he only grew more valiant as the battle raged on.

Then there were the Mount Shu Immortal Sect and Shan Hai Cave Heaven. With their astonishing foundations, they also had powerful Saints holding the line. Though targeted and besieged by the Demon Race’s powerhouses, they were not immediately overwhelmed.

But everyone knew the situation was not good.

If this continues, defeat is inevitable!

The foundation of the Demon Race is stronger than we imagined!

Countless experts clashed in the fray, but their hearts sank lower and lower as Saint after Saint burned away their own life force, desperately trading their lives to slay Demon Lords. Each time a Saint fell, it felt like another mountain piling upon everyone’s hearts.

This can’t go on! Wang Xiu frowned. He turned and walked deeper into Zhenmo City.

He arrived at the towering Black Tower and entered the highest floor, where a door was tightly locked. He pushed it open. The room within was densely packed with layers upon layers of formations, as if all the stars in the heavens had been gathered into one place.

The space inside was vast. Thirty-six elders sat in a circle, their positions subtly outlining a massive formation.

The sight of Wang Xiu startled everyone in the room. "Saint Heir of Sanqing? What brings you here?"

"The situation is dire," Wang Xiu said succinctly. "We need to activate Zhenmo City immediately."

"Alright, we’ll get to it!" Though momentarily stunned, the elders quickly formed hand seals. They began to glow, their power merging with the space around them.

This was the nerve center of the entire Zhenmo City. The city itself was an immense and incredibly complex puppet, containing over ten thousand formations. The people here had been meticulously selected for their expertise in formations, puppets, and artifacts. Although their Cultivation Levels were not high, in their respective fields, they were living fossils, revered and esteemed. Even so, it required the combined effort of all thirty-six to operate this ancient city.

RUMBLE!

The entire Zhenmo City began to quake, emitting the light of Chaos. A crimson mist shrouded it, enveloping a vast stretch of the void. The city walls transformed as one formation after another lit up. From within these formations, enormous war machines began to appear.

A thousand cannons, lined up in neat rows, emerged. They were covered in runes that shone with starlight, each one containing a terrifying divine power. The energy was latent, yet so intimidating that the mere sight could make one’s scalp tingle.