This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 580 - 56: The Beast that Never Existed (Part 1)

Chapter 580: Chapter 56: The Beast that Never Existed (Part 1)

While Lu Qingshan strove to give birth to the Sword Qi Spirit, the fierce battle between the Netherworld Demons and the Dark Cang Mo Dragon continued unabated.

The Dark Cang Mo Dragon, as a Demon Beast, possessed extremely strong defense and physical body, proving very resilient in combat, while the refined middle-aged man employed bizarre and cunning techniques.

Moreover, he seemed to have another purpose, as he was mostly passive in combat, seldom taking the initiative to strike.

In such a situation, the fight between the demon and the dragon dragged on for quite a while, with no clear outcome in sight.

In fact, the battle above the sky had already lasted for a good four to five hours.

It was precisely because of this deadlock that Lu Qingshan managed to thoroughly observe the Dark Cang Mo Dragon’s battle from the sidelines.

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Restlessness still lingered in Lu Qingshan’s heart.

Boom!

A sudden explosion roared, and immediately a blood-red pillar of light soared upward.

Where the pillar passed, strange energies erupted between heaven and earth.

The blood-red radiance swiftly enveloped the entire landscape.

In between the flashing of the red light, a voice tinged with anger sounded, “Who exactly are you? How dare you strike at me?”

Subsequently, a figure rose into the air amidst the blood light, standing beside the Dark Cang Mo Dragon.

“Heh heh, worthy of the Barbarian Tribe’s Great Dream Witch, breaking free from my seal so quickly,” said the refined middle-aged man at the appearance of this person, his tone nonchalant as he laughed hoarsely.

Lu Qingshan, witnessing this scene, secretly clicked his tongue in wonder.

So that’s why the Great Dream Witch vanished out of thin air—it turns out she was temporarily trapped by this refined middle-aged man.

This man from the Demon Race indeed had sky-high capabilities, first trapping the Eighth Realm Great Dream Witch of the Barbarian Tribe and then engaging in a fierce battle against the Eighth Grade Dark Cang Mo Dragon until now.

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What’s more significant was that upon seeing the Great Dream Witch breaking the seal, he showed no signs of retreating.

Was he planning to take on both adversaries by himself?

Was he truly that confident?

“Elder Dark Cang Mo, let’s join forces and take down this foe!” the Great Dream Witch of the Barbarian Tribe roared from the skies above.

Clearly, he too sensed the oddity of the situation and decided to seek a swift resolution.

“Just afraid you don’t have the capability,” the refined middle-aged man mocked.

“You needn’t worry about that,” the giant maw of Dark Cang Mo Dragon parted slightly.

Instantly, a black tornado howled out from the Dark Cang Mo Dragon’s mouth.

The tornado swelled with the wind in midair, spinning incessantly and unleashing immense force that caused the ground to crack and clumps of earth and trees to be uprooted and torn into a shower of sawdust in the air.

The black tornado, carrying a might that parched Lu Qingshan’s throat, swept toward the refined middle-aged man.

Boom!

A sound like thunder exploded in the clear sky.

When the tornado dissipated, and the refined middle-aged man reemerged, his hair was disheveled, his clothes tattered, obviously having taken quite the blow.

The Dark Cang Mo Dragon and the Barbarian Tribe’s Great Dream Witch, standing still in the sky, gave him no time to catch his breath, their figures blurred, moving with teleportation-like speed through the space to attack the refined middle-aged man.

“This much is hardly enough!” the refined middle-aged man shouted in anger as light burst forth from his body, and in the blink of an eye, raging red flames surged from within him.

The red flames amassed into a massive curtain of fire that shot up to the heavens.

The intense heat caused even the light to be slightly distorted.

Afterward, to the astonishment of Lu Qingshan, the refined middle-aged man transformed into a beast.

It was a vicious bird, its entire body covered in feathers that were like burnished gold, sleek and lustrous.

Its eyes, deep red, resembled two volcanic craters implanted in the sky, terrifyingly large.

Moreover, the vicious bird was enveloped in dense and intense fire.

“This is…” Lu Qingshan muttered incredulously, “Vermilion Bird?”

The creature the refined middle-aged man had turned into was undeniably modeled after the Ancient Spirit Beast, the Vermilion Bird!

But the problem was, the Vermilion Bird was a Spirit Beast unique to the Human Race’s Sky Dome.

Why then could the refined middle-aged man, being part of the Demon Race, transform into a Vermilion Bird?

He frantically searched his memory, sure that in his ten years of past-life gaming experience, he had never heard of any Demon Race member possessing such a bizarre ability.

“What exactly is going on here?” Lu Qingshan murmured to himself.

He couldn’t make sense of the current situation, but somewhere within, he faintly felt as if he had overlooked something, missed some crucial information.

Roar….

Just then, the Dark Cang Mo Dragon suddenly let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar.

The sound was so immense it could shake heaven and earth, thundering like thunder.

Amidst this roar, Lu Qingshan’s mind trembled, his Qi-Blood and Spiritual Energy churning severely within him, as if they were about to explode.

This was the terrifying power of the Eighth Realm, where a mere roar was unbearable for Lu Qingshan.

One must know that his power was comparable to that of a Void Refining Cultivator now.

Lu Qingshan’s eyes widened as he gazed up at the azure sky.

The tribe’s guardian beast of the Barbarian Tribe, upon witnessing the refined middle-aged man’s transformation into the ‘Vermilion Bird,’ was now radiating divine light that pierced the sky, igniting an overwhelming fury.

Boom!

The Vermilion Bird promptly spewed a blaze that scorched the heavens, sweeping across the skies and the earth.

Such terrifying heat had Lu Qingshan, despite being far removed from the epicenter of the battle, feeling parched.

Bang!

The response to the Vermilion Bird was a black column of light.

The Dark Cang Mo Dragon spewed out a column of light, rushing towards the brilliant flames.

Upon collision, a series of sizzling sounds erupted.

At this moment, the Great Dream Sorcerer finally took action.

Pieces of characters appeared in his hands, dense and numerous, flying towards the Vermilion Bird like a blanket covering the sky, with a sense of primordial essence spreading from them.

This was a fierce battle, a terrifying existence that even three Lu Qingshans at their peak in a previous life could barely come into contact with, now fighting a life-and-death struggle.

The three engaged in intense combat, the Vermilion Bird’s massive form covering the sky, and within the encircling Li Fire, a thick layer of black fog emerged, gloomily oppressive, its attacking power claiming to be unparalleled, slashing through the clouds.

From its beak, it spewed out streaks of blazing fire, whistling past, the light of the fire intimidating the world.

Both heaven and earth trembled, the ground seeming to shake violently.

The terror of such beings was far beyond imagination.

An overpowering pressure was coming, causing Lu Qingshan’s soul to tremble and shiver slightly.

His complexion changed slightly.

Although every member of the Demon Race deserved to be executed, a conflict at this level was not something he could be part of.

It wasn’t even something he could watch from the sidelines.

It was better to leave as soon as possible.

This thought flashed through Lu Qingshan’s mind.

Another soul-shaking roar came, the roar containing powerful strength, echoing in all directions, rippling away.

Although he was extremely far from the battleground, he still couldn’t escape the impact of this sonic force.

The next moment, under the impact of this force, he opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Dangerous!

Lu Qingshan knew, the Dark Cang Mo Dragon was truly enraged, about to erupt.

Every additional moment he stayed, increased the danger, a moment’s carelessness could result in death.

Lu Qingshan even suspected that both the Dark Cang Mo Dragon and the refined middle-aged man of the Demon Race had actually noticed him long ago but disregarded him due to his low cultivation.

Just like two fierce tigers fighting, they wouldn’t care about a mouse spying from afar.

After glancing once again at the refined middle-aged man who transformed into the ‘Vermilion Bird’ in the distant sky, Lu Qingshan gritted his teeth, jumped out from behind the rock where he was hiding, and fled far away without daring to stay any longer.

Deep within the ancestral lands, the two beasts and one man were still battling furiously, the roar like a tsunami sweeping through the Nine Heavens, terrifying to the soul, reaching the ears of Lu Qingshan, who was fleeing, making his speed unconsciously quicken even more.

The refined middle-aged man of the Demon Race was an Eighth Realm being, and the eerie figure that appeared at Dragon Gate was at least a Seventh Realm being.

With the Demon Race deploying such significant forces, what exactly were they after?

Lu Qingshan’s heart pounded as he quickly thought it over.

Intuition told him, no… without even intuition, anyone with a brain could understand that this time, the Demon Race’s plans were of utmost importance.

But even after searching through his memories of the past repeatedly, he couldn’t find the slightest clue.

After all, this was happening in the Barbarian Wilderness, a place extremely hostile to outsiders from the Human Race.

Lu Qingshan felt lost.

He had a faint premonition that if the Demon Race’s plot went smoothly, it would have a profoundly adverse effect on the Human Race.

As he pondered, Lu Qingshan had already circled back to Namucuo.

The battle there was still ongoing, fierce winds howling, with patches of spirit light bursting across the heaven’s vault, clanging loudly, the horrific aura spreading in all directions.

Around the shores of Namucuo Lake, many dried-up corpses lay haphazardly.

Those surviving members of the Barbarian Tribe and Sacrificial Spirits who were below the Seventh Realm had long evacuated, leaving only the Barbarian Tribe’s great cultivator and that eerie figure locked in fierce combat.

Unbeknownst when, the terrifying Demon Domain emitted by that eerie figure had been broken, and their battlefield had also shifted to the skies, a considerable distance away from the holy lake of the Barbarian Tribe.

Thus, Namucuo Lake was empty.

This allowed Lu Qingshan to breathe a sigh of relief.

He had been worried that when returning from the depths of the ancestral lands, the battle on this side would block his way.

It seems his luck was not bad.

He quickly and cautiously swept past the shores of Namucuo Lake, not daring to disturb the terrifying existences battling in the distant sky.

A sense of absurdity arose involuntarily within Lu Qingshan’s heart.

It was supposed to be an exceptionally mundane mission, so how did it evolve into the current situation?

Outrageous, and vastly so.

Could it be because he brought along the Western Rat King this time?

This thought suddenly flashed through Lu Qingshan’s mind.

Upon reflection, indeed, every time the Western Rat King was present, he inevitably ended up passively encountering various troubles.

Lost in myriad thoughts, he did not stop moving, skimming low over the lake shore, escaping outside the ancestral land.

As long as he left this place, he would be safe.

As he passed over the heart of the lake, he subconsciously glanced at the statue of the Barbaric Beast again.

This statue, which had often given Lu Qingshan an inexplicable sense of familiarity yet remained elusive to his understanding, caused his body to tremble violently as he gazed upon it once more.