Cultivation Begins From The Desert-Chapter 671 - 655: Another Nascent Soul Slain, The Younger Generation is Fearsome!

Peng Yuanjing only came out after confirming that all the Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators of the Great Brightness Immortal Palace were within surveillance range. Besides the fact that Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators have the power to directly kill him, the biggest reason is that only the Divine Sense of Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators can spot flaws in his escape divine ability.

Upon realizing Zhouyang had Nascent Soul cultivation, Peng Yuanjing thought Zhouyang might have encountered some extraordinary fortune, perhaps possessing powerful artifacts like spirit talismans or thunder pearls.

Therefore, he was unwilling to engage Zhouyang in a confrontation in a calculated situation.

But he absolutely did not anticipate, nor could he have predicted, that Zhouyang, with merely First-Layer Nascent Soul cultivation, had already reached the level of Divine Sense corresponding to that of a Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivator.

When Zhouyang exerted his full divine sense, the powerful force of divine sense swept through the air, manifesting as white gang wind, remarkably achieving the realm of "Divine Sense Transformation."

Generally speaking, only Late-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators can easily employ "Divine Sense Transformation" methods like Zhouyang did. Some Mid-Stage Nascent Soul Cultivators might manage it if they exert themselves fully, but achieving it as effortlessly as Zhouyang did is extraordinarily difficult.

And that white gang wind spread out from Zhouyang at its center, quickly encompassing all the various illusions Peng Yuanjing had generated, naturally exposing his true self to Zhouyang's perception.

"I've found you!"

An expression of a sinister smile flashed on Zhouyang's face, and suddenly a purple-gold ruler appeared in his hand. He tossed it, and the purple-gold ruler disappeared in front of him, reappearing over Peng Yuanjing's head, a hundred li away.

Peng Yuanjing, in his escape, did not dare to be careless at all. Although the appearance of the purple-gold ruler was abrupt and unexpected, it did not truly harm him, as he was protected by a protective spiritual artifact and defense divine techniques.

Though he blocked this bizarre blow, his body inevitably paused because of the strike.

When he tried to escape again, a golden treasure tower and a bright yellow seal successively suppressed him from the sky, forcing him to use artifacts for defense.

In no time, Zhouyang caught up, narrowing the distance between the two to less than a hundred li.

"Brat, do you really think Peng fears you with such aggression?"

Peng Yuanjing's face turned furious. He unleashed the purple-red copper mirror spiritual artifact to release purple firelight against the two artifacts, the golden treasure tower and the bright yellow seal. Meanwhile, he opened his mouth and sprayed out a purple true flame, transforming into a firebird of several zhang long, rushing fiercely toward Zhouyang.

Simultaneously, he flicked his right hand hidden in his sleeve forward, deploying a silver spirit talisman held in his grasp.

Boom!

The silver spirit talisman, once deployed by Peng Yuanjing, transformed into a silver thunder ball about a zhang in size, aiming at Zhouyang.

The silver thunder ball surged menacingly, exploding beside Zhouyang before he could employ any other defensive measures.

Luckily, the Exorcism Treasure Robe he was wearing served as a defending treasure, bursting out with a powerful protective spiritual light at the crucial moment to block most of the attack. Only a portion of the lightning broke through the defense, leaving charred, smoke-emitting scars on his body.

And at that moment, the purple firebird reached Zhouyang, instantly turning into a vast mass of purple firelight, enveloping him entirely.

"Hmph, you're still too young! Really think getting some fortunate encounters and luckily forming a Nascent Soul makes you dismiss others? Old Peng succeeded in forming Nascent Soul, and you brat might not have even..."

Seeing the figure trapped within his true fire divine techniques, Peng Yuanjing sneered with cold disdain on his face, his eyes flashing with schadenfreude as he ridiculed his opponent. Simultaneously, his hands kept moving, preparing to unleash a divine technique to strike Zhouyang again.

But before his divine technique was fully formed and unleashed, golden flames suddenly rose inside the purple firelight, quickly suppressing the Haoyang True Flame he had condensed over thousands of years, even threatening to refine it in return.

"Damn it, forgot the kid possesses Qianyang Treasure Body!"

Expressions changing, Peng Yuanjing seemed to remember something, shouting in frustration, deciding to suspend his attack on Zhouyang and promptly preparing to retrieve the painstakingly condensed Haoyang True Flame.

He evidently had self-awareness, understanding that his acquired Haoyang True Flame divine technique could not match Zhouyang's Qianyang True Flame, fearing his centuries of effort would be for naught.

"Hahaha, Old Monster Peng, who gave you the courage to play with fire in front of Zhou? Was it Guo Jinhong?"

Amidst the purple and golden flames, Zhouyang, covered in blood, burst into laughter, emerging from the flames, giving a fierce counterattack to Peng Yuanjing's earlier taunts.

Before Peng Yuanjing could respond to the taunt, Zhouyang's eyes widened, and he shouted fiercely, "Get down here!"

As he spoke, a cyan-purple patterned dragon treasure cauldron rapidly rose from his head. The flood dragon on the cauldron let out a long roar, and a peculiar power of forbidden sky promptly spread out, sealing the sky within a hundred li.

In a moment, Peng Yuanjing in midair felt his body fall, helplessly plummeting toward the boundless desert sea below.

This sudden change was difficult for him to adapt to. Only when he was about to hit the ground did he regain his senses, shouting loudly, hastily unleashing magical power to create strong wind to lift himself, gradually falling toward the ground.

When he finally landed stably, Zhouyang, who had already employed Cyan Dragon Transformation, appeared above him.

"Old Monster Peng, today I'll show you how a young man can pummel the old master to death!"

As the teasing voice reached Peng Yuanjing's ears, dragon-shaped fist strength seized him with roaring intensity.

At this moment, Peng Yuanjing, a dignified Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator, became a punching bag for Zhouyang to practice, enduring pressures beyond what his cultivation should bear.

Zhouyang's Azure Dragon Body Refining Technique remained at the fourth layer. Under normal circumstances, a Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator hit a few times by him is akin to a teen delivering punches to an adult—painful but not severely harmful.

But now, Peng Yuanjing, having his power of flight seized, couldn't escape Zhouyang's Continuous Boxing Technique, taking a punch or two every breath.

This concentrated assault is the strong suit of body cultivators. Body cultivators usually don't practice flashy divine techniques but rather secret martial skills like Azure Dragon Combat Skill.

For a pure magic cultivator like Peng Yuanjing, once caught close by a body cultivator, the overwhelming dense attacks prevent him from deploying any divine techniques.

Just like now, whenever he wanted to rally his magical power for resistance, he would be shaken by Zhouyang's relentless barrage of punches, forcing him to divert his magical power to defense.

"Just hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, when his magical power is too depleted to maintain that anti-air spiritual artifact, it'll be time for my counterattack!"

Peng Yuanjing desperately comforted himself, saying that as long as he endured this period, he could turn despair into safety.

However, it seemed Zhouyang understood mind reading techniques. After treating him like a punching bag and beating him brutally, he suddenly stopped his assault, then with a mocking expression, he coldly laughed and said, "Do you think I'm an idiot, not using my prevailing advantage right now, and instead resorting to these half-baked body cultivation techniques against you?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Peng Yuanjing's face changed instantly, sensing that something was amiss.

Sure enough, Zhouyang then laughed loudly and said, "I was simply eager to test my fists on you, after all, I dedicated a lot of time and resources cultivating this body refining divine technique. If not used for a long time, my punches would get rusty!"

After finishing his laughter, Zhouyang let out a low shout and once again summoned the [Purple Gold Qiankun Ruler] to strike at Peng Yuanjing.

Immediately, there was a flash of lightning not far from Peng Yuanjing, and a silver sword-wielding puppet suddenly appeared.

"No!"

Sensing the surge of powerful magical aura from the silver sword-wielding puppet, a trace of panic and despair flashed through Peng Yuanjing's eyes.

In the next moment, just after barely blocking an attack from the Purple Gold Ruler, he was sliced in half at the waist by the sword qi slashed out by the silver sword-wielding puppet!

With his physical body fallen, Peng Yuanjing's nascent soul quickly flew out of his body with the storage ring, rapidly performing spells to execute the nascent soul instant teleportation divine technique to flee from the scene.

The power of forbidden sky from the [Heaven-Suppressing Azure Dragon Cauldron] evidently didn't affect high-level space law-utilizing techniques like the nascent soul instant teleportation divine technique much, and couldn't stop Peng Yuanjing, who was determined to escape.

However, just as Peng Yuanjing attempted to teleport for the second time, an invisible [Godslaying Sword] suddenly descended upon him, directly slicing his nascent soul into two halves!

"Mm!"

A muffled grunt escaped Zhouyang's mouth as a stream of blood trickled from the corner of his lips, which he wiped away and refined with True Flame.

Then he flew to the place where Peng Yuanjing's nascent soul perished, with a wave of his hand, he seized the storage ring that dropped after the nascent soul dispersed, and coldly smiled, "So what if it's the nascent soul instant teleportation divine technique? Since I dared to set up a trap to kill you, how could I not guard against this move of yours?"

Luo Feifeng at the sixth layer of the nascent soul could still barely escape after being struck once by his [Godslaying Sword], but a third-layer nascent soul like Peng Yuanjing didn't have this ability and was directly annihilated, his divine soul origin cut off, obliterating him completely.

Moreover, after killing Peng Yuanjing, Zhouyang's divine soul only suffered minor injuries, not requiring the [Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Nourishing Wood] for accelerated healing; even a decade of rest could restore him to full health.

Afterwards, Zhouyang collected the few magical artifacts that lost magical power support since Peng Yuanjing's death, searched his body for anything else of value, and then incinerated the corpse to ashes using True Flame.

Subsequently, unwilling to chase those Golden Core cultivators from Yu Country who fled upon sensing the unfavorable situation, he returned directly to the flying tower ship and piloted it with its full load of cultivators away from the battlefield.

After this battle, witnessing their family ancestor showcase formidable might by annihilating a renowned Nascent-Soul stage cultivator from the Haoyang Sect, the Zhou Family cultivators aboard the flying tower ship revered him as a deity, their last bit of attachment to their homeland completely dissipated.

With such a powerful family ancestor protecting them, what else was there to fear?

Everyone, including Li Hong, an elder Zhou family cultivator who thought he understood Zhouyang well, was filled with expectation and yearning for life beyond the Westernmost Cultivation Realm.

Zhouyang didn't silence the Golden Core cultivators from Yu Country to keep the news at bay. As those individuals returned to the Westernmost Cultivation Realm, the details of Peng Yuanjing's demise quickly reached the upper echelons of the "Anti-Light Alliance," stimulating a huge wave.

Although Peng Yuanjing's strength was not particularly outstanding among the nascent soul cultivators of the "Anti-Light Alliance," probably only ranking in the middle to lower tiers, he was still a third-layer nascent soul cultivator and wielded the inheritance spiritual artifact of the Haoyang Sect.

Yet now, such a thousand-year-old third-layer nascent soul cultivator was slain by a newly promoted Nascent Soul stage junior in a magical combat, unable even to have his nascent soul escape back, how could this news not astonish other nascent soul cultivators who heard of it?

As fellow nascent soul cultivators, they naturally understood the difficulty of completely killing another nascent soul cultivator.

Indeed, even for a Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator dealing with an Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator, there was no absolute certainty of being able to extinguish the opponent's nascent soul with full assurance.

After all, the nascent soul instant teleportation divine technique was notoriously difficult to counter. Once an Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator had the chance to use it, even a Late-Stage Nascent Soul cultivator would find it very challenging to catch up with a nascent soul continuously using it to flee for their life.

And undoubtedly, the most panic-stricken were those "Anti-Light Alliance" nascent soul cultivators who, like Peng Yuanjing, were at the Early-Stage Nascent Soul cultivation level.

Since even Peng Yuanjing, who hailed from a prestigious sect like the Haoyang Sect and possessed third-layer nascent soul cultivation, could not escape from that wanted criminal, wouldn't it be even more perilous for people like them to encounter him alone?

For a time, because of just one Zhouyang, the early-stage nascent soul cultivators of the "Anti-Light Alliance" experienced a state of shared panic and anxiety.

But in terms of the biggest impact of Peng Yuanjing's death, it was undoubtedly the Haoyang Sect that bore the brunt.

Originally one of the top six sects at the pinnacle of the "Anti-Light Alliance," the Haoyang Sect, after the fall of Guo Jinhong, the sect's strongest cultivator, had its influence plummet, even having to cede the vice-alliance leader position to another mid-stage nascent soul cultivator.

Now with Peng Yuanjing, the sect's only remaining nascent soul cultivator, also falling outside, the once prestigious Haoyang Sect has ended its nascent soul legacy!

Such an occurrence had never happened before, not even during the fiercest battles between the "Anti-Light Alliance" and the Great Brightness Immortal Palace.

And now facing such a situation, the Golden Core stage cultivators of Haoyang Sect are in utter disarray, completely clueless about what to do, let alone avenging Peng Yuanjing's death.

"Who would have thought that the grand Haoyang Sect would face an extermination crisis simply because they offended a mere Purple Mansion stage junior in the past!"

"A small Purple Mansion stage cultivator has now accomplished what our Great Brightness Immortal Palace had sought to do for thousands of years but never succeeded, truly the younger generations are formidable!"

At the Great Brightness Immortal Mountain, Yin Hanguang, the Palace Master of the Great Brightness Immortal Palace, upon learning the news from planted spies within the "Anti-Light Alliance," sighed with a mix of surprise and joy as he gazed eastward toward the Boundless Desert Sea.