Chapter 1039: Soul of the Pill Ancestor Manifests

Boom! Bang! Boom!

In the dim heavens and earth, the only sounds were thunderous booms, like billions of thunderbolts tearing through the sky.

The Tianmo army continued its rampage, devouring vast swaths of land and lives.

The cultivators of Da Chu fought back desperately, using their blood and bones to defend every inch of territory.

As Chu Xiong and his comrades had said, Da Chu had fallen. Without the walls of Nan Chu as a barrier, the Tianmo army—outnumbering Da Chu's cultivators by dozens to one—overwhelmed them with an unstoppable assault.

Kill! Leave none alive!

The voices of the Tianmo generals echoed endlessly through the skies of Nan Chu, carrying a cold and commanding authority.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

From above, the lands of Nan Chu were a scene of devastation: ancient cities were flattened, sacred mountains collapsed, and wherever the Tianmo passed, corpses littered the ground and rivers of blood flowed, turning Nan Chu into a true hell on earth.

Ahead, the Tianmo army, like a surging tide, had surrounded Dan Cheng.

Dan Cheng was the holy land of alchemists, its fragrance of pills attracting hordes of Tianmo, their eyes gleaming with greed.

Hold the line!

Dan Mo roared in anger, gripping his killing sword as he stood on the walls of Dan Cheng.

He was not alone—all the alchemists of Dan Cheng blocked the gates. Even those unskilled in combat burned with determination, arming themselves to protect the city and buy time for Ye Chen's breakthrough.

A bunch of ants!

The Tianmo generals sneered, hovering in the air as they raised their killing swords and pointed toward Dan Cheng: Attack.

Instantly, hundreds of aerial killing formations and tens of thousands of assault arrays filled the sky, targeting Dan Cheng's mountain-protecting barrier.

In the next moment, a barrage of divine light swept across the heavens, slamming into the barrier of Dan Cheng.

Boom! Bang! Boom!

The thunderous roars shook like thunderclaps, making Dan Cheng's mountain-protecting barrier tremble violently, with cracks appearing in many places.

It wasn't that the barrier was weak; it was simply that the attacking Tianmo were too numerous. Each strike from the Tianmo army turned swarms of alchemists in Dan Cheng into bloody mist.

Boom!

With a world-shaking explosion, Dan Cheng's mountain-protecting barrier shattered.

The Tianmo army, like a flooding ocean, surged in like a tidal wave, finding an outlet for their fury.

Kill!

Dan Mo charged first, facing nine demon generals alone.

Kill!

Dan Chen and Dan Yi went berserk, holding the city gates without retreating a step.

Kill!

The alchemists rushed into the enemy ranks, self-destructing their alchemy flames and bodies. Each explosion was a brilliant burst of blood, and each one dragged swarms of Tianmo to the underworld with them.

Dan Cheng, which had stood in Da Chu for tens of thousands of years, was now stained red with blood, filled with cries of agony everywhere.

Dan Zu! Manifest and save us!

Some stubborn alchemists gathered beneath the towering statue of Dan Zu, tears of blood streaming down their faces as they roared in desperation, hoping the cold stone figure would appear like a savior to pull them from this sea of suffering.

Buzz! Buzz!

The Dan Zu statue truly trembled, releasing a beam of light that illuminated the heavens and earth, transforming into a colossal figure. It was the virtual soul of Dan Zu, awakened by the devout worship and spiritual power of Dan Cheng's people over endless ages.

Dan Zu has manifested! Dan Zu has manifested!

The alchemists under the statue knelt in unison, their old eyes brimming with tears.

Their sobs shook the heavens and earth. When the virtual soul of Dan Zu opened its eyes, it beheld a world drenched in blood.

Faintly, one could see ancient sorrow in its eyes. After countless eons, the once-glorious Dan Cheng had met its calamity, and its descendants were enduring unimaginable torment.

A mere remnant of will dares to challenge me?

A demon general charged forward, swinging his battle axe toward the virtual soul of Dan Zu.

The virtual soul raised its hand and pressed down from the sky with devastating power. The demon general, who had just leaped into the air, was instantly crushed into dust.

However, after destroying one demon general, the virtual soul of Dan Zu became faint and fragile, its immense pressure plummeting. It was only a wisp of soul, not the true Dan Zu.

Destroy it!

Another demon general lifted his killing sword, pointing at the virtual soul.

Without needing his command, hundreds of aerial killing formations activated their divine might.

A storm of divine light, carrying the power to rend the heavens, swept toward that section of the sky, obliterating the virtual soul of Dan Zu. Even the towering Dan Zu statue collapsed in an instant, turning to ash, and the alchemists kneeling beneath it were swallowed in the ruins.

Kill!

Dan Mo howled, self-destructing his body and taking four demon generals with him to the underworld. His blood finally soaked the entirety of Dan Cheng.

After enduring the vast changes of time and the trials of years, he had given his aged life for this land he both loved and hated. Dan Mo was no demon; his memory would forever be etched here.

Kill!

Dan Chen and Dan Yi also self-destructed their bodies, expending their last ounce of strength.

The skies over Dan Cheng turned blood-red and gruesome, with alchemists falling in droves into pools of blood.

In the underground palace, Ye Chen's body trembled. He could see everything happening in Dan Cheng—those alchemists had died to protect him, charging forward relentlessly and shielding him without hesitation.

The Archaic Holy Body!

With the alchemists of Dan Cheng wiped out, the Tianmo army rushed straight for the palace where Ye Chen was, their eyes burning with bloodlust and greed.

Ten Thousand Swords United!

At that moment, a brilliant divine light descended from the sky—it was a graceful figure who unleashed the Ten Thousand Swords United formation with a single sweep.

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

On the spot, the Tianmo that had charged ahead fell in waves.

Ji Ningshuang had arrived, her hair completely white, her body covered in wounds and drenched in fresh blood. She stood firmly before the grand hall.

Obliterate her!

A demon general bellowed in rage, aware of Ji Ningshuang's power and unwilling to engage directly, opting instead to use the aerial killing formations to destroy her.

Not so fast!

A purple-haired demon general chuckled sinisterly, his eyes gleaming with an eerie light as he licked his crimson lips while gazing at Ji Ningshuang. Greed flashed in his eyes, as if he were interested in her Xuanling bloodline.

Her bloodline will be mine!

A powerful demon general lunged forward, his blood-red hair flying, his physique towering and robust, his vital energy surging like a sea of demonic blood. He aimed to slay Ji Ningshuang and seize her bloodline.

Seeing this, the purple-haired demon general's gaze turned cold, refusing to be outdone, as he wielded his battle axe and charged in.

As the blood-haired demon general attacked, Ji Ningshuang shifted in a flash, dodging the fatal strike. She swung her Xuanling divine weapon, forcing the demon general to stagger back. When the purple-haired one assaulted her, she repelled him with a palm strike.

Suppression!

The blood-haired demon general snorted coldly, sending a demonic mirror flying from his forehead, unleashing overwhelming divine power that made Ji Ningshuang stumble.

Break!

Ji Ningshuang ignited her Xuanling bloodline, resisting the mirror's pressure, and shattered it with a sword strike. The blood-haired demon general suffered backlash and was shaken back once more. Before he could steady himself, Ji Ningshuang's killing sword was already upon him.

The blood-haired demon general's face paled, his eyes bulging in shock—he had underestimated Ji Ningshuang. He tried to retreat, but it was too late; his soul was obliterated into nothingness.

Die!

In that instant, the purple-haired demon general struck from behind, piercing Ji Ningshuang's body with his spear.

Wounded, Ji Ningshuang flashed away in a step, but before she could steady herself, the purple-haired demon general pounced again, giving her no chance to react.

Nine Heavens Xuanling Mirror!

Ji Ningshuang formed a seal with one hand, manifesting a vast spiritual realm. She transformed into a figure within the mirror. The purple-haired demon general's spear pierced through, but failed to break the realm; instead, he was flung back by its force.

Nine Heavens Xuanling, Seal!

Ji Ningshuang raised her hand, trapping the flying purple-haired demon general in the air.

Break free!

The purple-haired demon general roared, straining against the seal, only to have Ji Ningshuang point at his divine sea, extinguishing his origin soul along with it.

Seeing this, another demon general's face darkened. He activated a killing array, firing a divine beam that shattered the Nine Heavens Xuanling Mirror.

Ji Ningshuang was sent flying, crashing to the ground in a pool of blood.