Although the First Sir opposite him had reached the Late-stage Spirit Transformation, to address the divine monk Daling, who was of the same realm, in such a manner was a great display of contempt. But Daling remained smiling.
"First Sir is indeed from our Desolate Moon Continent. Although I do not know where First Sir and your clansmen trained before, since you have an immortal fortune with the Desolate Moon Continent, why do you aid the demon invaders?"
"Hehehe, trained... trained... trained... What does where I got my immortal arts from have to do with the Desolate Moon Continent? So what if I change the heavens and earth of this Desolate Moon Continent?"
Unexpectedly, upon hearing Daling's words, the First Sir, who had been very calm, suddenly began to laugh strangely.
He kept muttering the word "trained," but slower and slower. In the end, it was through gritted teeth, his voice filled with incomparable venom and hatred.
His voice sounded chilling even to the ears of the divine monk Daling and the others.
"How deep must this person's hatred for the Desolate Moon Continent be to be like this?"
Daling thought to himself. He exchanged a look with Su Changyang and Zhantian. The two of them clearly couldn't recall a race like this on the Desolate Moon Continent either.
A single clan with three Spirit Transformation stage existences was too powerful. No one would believe it if it were said. Their Four Great Sects only had one Spirit Transformation stage cultivator each.
Logically, they would definitely know about such a major matter, but no matter how hard they racked their brains, they couldn't recall such a race. However, it was clear that there was no room for negotiation with the other party.
"Daling, why waste your breath on them? Let's just fight. At worst, we'll tear this entire Desolate Moon Continent into pieces, and everyone goes their separate ways.
"Besides, if they really dared to let loose, more than just that few people would have died just now. They still had to suppress their cultivation to the Late-stage Nascent Soul."
Su Changyang of the Malevolent Spirit Sect at the side said impatiently. The First Sir had destroyed the Windy Cool Mountain's protective grand formation earlier, but he hadn't dared to release his Spirit Transformation stage cultivation.
Otherwise, if he were sensed by the laws of this world, he would be directly squeezed out of this world in the next moment. The highest cultivation allowed here was only Nascent Soul.
So even Spirit Transformation cultivators could only suppress their cultivation. However, for the same moves, their understanding was deeper and their application more extreme. A Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator could not be compared to them.
Their comprehension of various immortal art laws was not something a Nascent Soul cultivator could hope to match. They could easily slay a Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.
"You must be Su Changyang of the Malevolent Spirit Sect. I've always heard that your schemes are unparalleled in the world. You say these words just to force us not to act, and let the children below continue to play.
"Your plan, don't think others don't know, is to stall until that old wolf at the late-stage of the fifth rank in that secret realm comes out of seclusion.
"You few have been frequently traveling between the secret realm and the Desolate Moon Continent recently. Your goal is nothing more than to awaken that old wolf, but unfortunately, there's no time left.
"Here, only this little monk is somewhat worth looking at, at the peak of the Mid-stage Spirit Transformation, only a step away from the late stage. You two have only just entered the Mid-stage Spirit Transformation.
"Hehehe, I'll take care of all of you at once. Oh, right, and that half-crippled Nascent Soul hiding, Yuandu of the Tai Xuan Teachings, you can come out too."
The First Sir shifted his gaze from Daling and it landed on the empty night sky to the west. The starlight scattered on his body. He spoke without any scruples, the aura on his body slowly being released.
As the First Sir's words fell, the space gently fluctuated, and a thousand zhang to the west, an infant only a chi tall appeared. The infant's appearance was that of an old Daoist of about fifty.
In his small, chubby white hands, he held a small flag. It was none other than the Spirit Transformation cultivator of the Tai Xuan Teachings, Yuandu. Due to the prolonged war between the two races, and the enemy's Spirit Transformation stage cultivators being stronger than the Desolate Moon Continent's side, Yuandu, with the help of Daling and the other two, had healed his Nascent Soul's injuries. Without time to find a suitable body for Body Seizure, he insisted on going into battle. The feud of a sect's destruction was irreconcilable.
Even if there was a suitable body now, with his cultivation realm, it would be much more difficult for him to fit with that body than for a low-level cultivator.
His Nascent Soul was too powerful. For an ordinary body, he could only release his cultivation bit by bit, allowing it to be slowly tempered. This process could take over a hundred years.
Unless he could find the body of another Spirit Transformation stage cultivator, but that was almost an impossible task for him.
The demon marshal Tu Tai stood to the side with his arms crossed, watching with a look of keen interest.
Daling and the other three saw that the self-proclaimed "First Sir" not only held an incomparable hatred for the cultivators of the Desolate Moon Continent but had also seen through Yuandu's hiding place. They had anticipated this point.
But when the First Sir revealed their plan in a single sentence, the four of them were greatly horrified inwardly, though their expressions remained unchanged. They were all thousand-year-old demons; how could it be easy to read their expressions?
However, at this moment, a monstrous wave had already been stirred up in their hearts. This matter was only known to the four of them. Could the opponent's divine abilities be so terrifying that they could even know their movements, while they were completely unaware?
If so, then the "First Sir" alone could hold off the four of them. This had greatly exceeded their expectations.
However, all of this was just a coincidence. The First Sir's goal in coming to the Desolate Moon Continent was the secret realm. After finding out that the secret realm could only be entered from the Malevolent Spirit Sect and the Ten-Pace Courtyard, he naturally began to pay attention to these two places himself. In the end, he sensed that the aura of one of the three, Daling, Su Changyang, or Zhantian, would often disappear for many days.
From this, combined with the information that there was a fifth-rank wolf clan demonic beast in the secret realm, he made his deductions.
Daling had indeed been constantly trying to awaken the old wolf at the late-stage of the fifth rank, at the Demon Emperor level, in the secret realm, but to no avail.
Finally, in desperation, they decided to break the restrictions around its seclusion place.
According to their estimates, when the restrictions there were broken by fifty to seventy percent, with the magic power of the four of them, they should be able to transmit a message into the old wolf's seclusion.
However, they also had to be on guard against a sudden attack from the Demon Clan's Spirit Transformation cultivators at all times, so only one person entered at a time. This made breaking the restrictions set up by a late-stage fifth-rank demonic beast extremely difficult.
Especially later on, it was almost like walking on thin ice, and the speed of breaking the restrictions became slower and slower.
Just as the four of them were discussing whether to have one or two more people enter the secret realm at the same time, the Devil's Cliff Crevice suddenly showed unusual movement today. The rolling, dense demonic Qi instantly increased by more than ten times.
Although there was a grand formation for protection, several streams of demonic Qi still broke through the formation they had set up and overflowed. And it was just the overflow of these few streams of demonic Qi that brought them a cataclysmic disaster.
The opponent seemed to have been waiting to capture this demonic Qi. The moment the demonic Qi overflowed, the opponent launched an attack.
The one who attacked was precisely that black-robed First Sir. Although he deliberately suppressed his cultivation, fearing to attract the rejection of the laws of the Desolate Moon Continent, with just one strike, he shattered the Windy Cool Mountain's protective grand formation.
He directly and severely injured a Mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator at the core of the formation, causing his physical body to collapse and his Nascent Soul to be on the verge of shattering. At the same time, it caused the massive death of the cultivators of Windy Cool Mountain.
All of this was the work of the mysterious First Sir before them, and he also knew their plan...
...
Li Yan felt his scalp tingle and his heart race, because he saw some familiar figures.
Of the twelve Nascent Soul cultivators in front, he was only familiar with the aura of one person: Ancestor Mo Qing.
But in the rear, some extremely familiar auras appeared in his Divine Sense: Li Wuyi, Wei Chituo... Lin Daqiao, Gong Chenying. All four of his senior brothers and sisters, except for Miao Wangqing, were among them.
Li Yan remembered that when he first arrived at Windy Cool Mountain, Wei Zhongran had said that Yun Chunqu and Wen Xinliang were already seriously injured and in seclusion. It seemed they had not yet come out.
In the crowd, there was also Zhao Min, Li Changting, and also Mei Bucai, Wang Tian, Baili Yuan... and further away, Wang Lang from the Ten-Pace Courtyard, and Qiu Jiuzhen from the Tai Xuan Teachings.
Among the Golden Core stage cultivators were his Martial Mother, the Peak Master of Never-Parting Peak, Li Yuyin, and the Sect Master, Yan Longzi. Among them were also a large number of transformed demonic beasts exuding astonishing demonic aura, all of them at the second rank or higher.
"How did these people appear here? And so many demonic beasts from the secret realm."
"Those are demonic beasts from the secret realm!"
These were the cultivators who knew of the secret realm's existence. More people were startled by this sudden turn of events, especially when they saw the large number of demonic beasts. The secret realms of the Four Great Sects were not open to the public.
For other sects, only the high-level members of some large sects would know about them, but they would not dare to casually reveal it to their disciples.
"Weren't all the teleportation formations at the back mountain destroyed just now?"
Looking at these cultivators who seemed to have emerged from underground, and their location being the same as the previous teleportation formations at the back mountain of Windy Cool Mountain, and seeing the unsurprised expressions on the faces of Great Master Liaoyuan and the other Nascent Soul cultivators in front, even with so many demonic beasts suddenly appearing, many cultivators instantly understood that these were reinforcements that had been teleported over.
But those teleportation formations were clearly destroyed?
And some who knew the inside story and were quick-witted immediately realized something.
"The legendary Devil's Cliff Crevice is actually in the back mountain of Windy Cool Mountain."
At this moment, Great Master Liaoyuan among the Nascent Soul cultivators in the air in front had already shouted.
"Kill!"
Li Yan had just scanned the people in the rear with his Divine Sense when the great battle broke out at almost the same time.
The Nascent Soul cultivators from both sides instantly rose to a high altitude, distancing themselves from the mid and low-level cultivators below. This was a consensus among the high-level cultivators of both sides, as neither wanted to involve their own low-level cultivators.
The Golden Core cultivators also chose their opponents with a whistle and charged head-on.
Li Yan only had time to glance back before he had to charge forward as well. Over a distance of several hundred li, the Nascent Soul cultivators clashed in an instant.
The Golden Core cultivators also arrived immediately after. As for low-level cultivators like them, both sides were still shouting as they charged forward, so they had not yet engaged in battle for the time being.
The moment Li Yan turned around, he felt many Divine Senses from the rear also scanning them. Among them were some very familiar Divine Senses that lingered on him.
"Senior Brother, is that Little Junior Brother? H-how did he reach the Pseudo-Core realm?"
As Lin Daqiao rose from below, his Divine Sense was scanning the front. When he saw Li Yan, he was instantly dumbfounded.
Of course, he was not the only one with this expression; Wei Chituo and the others were the same.
"F...ck, Pse... Pseudo-Core, I... I... I worked so hard to barely catch up to Sixth Junior Sister, h-how did the world change so much? What kind of great tonic did Little Junior Brother eat?"
Before Li Wuyi could answer, Wei Chituo almost jumped up, his voice stuttering.
Li Wuyi was also a little dazed. He had personally brought Li Yan into the sect. He knew better than anyone what his cultivation was back then.
"Hasn't it only been a little over two years? Has Little Junior Brother been possessed?"
Li Wuyi's incredulous expression also fell into the eyes of others.
The moment Wang Tian's gaze fell on Li Yan, his pupils shrank violently. He had definitely paid attention to Li Yan because of the sect's grand competition back then.
But he also didn't pay much attention, because Li Yan had entered the sect late and had a low cultivation. He would always find an opportunity to teach Li Yan a lesson.
But later, he was stimulated by Li Wuyi's Core Formation and went into seclusion, putting the matter aside.
This time, with the great war breaking out, he had to come out of seclusion even though he had not yet formed his core. But when he saw this kid again, the other party was also at the Pseudo-Core realm, although it seemed he had just entered it.
"This... this is too ridiculous..." Wang Tian grumbled in his heart.