Cultivation: Starting with Farming in the Spiritual Pivot Grotto

Chapter 90 The Strange Changes in Fallen Dragon Valley

At this moment, Zuo Qingshan's once black hair turned completely white, flying wildly amidst the surging of his true energy.

His face was visibly aged, with age spots and streaks of blood winding all over his body.

Clearly, the forbidden technique had already burned his lifespan to its limit, his soul and will were burning, and all the qi and blood in his body were gathered and collected by him.

"The only way to escape death is through death!"

Zuo Qingshan let out a hoarse sound, and his whole body suddenly surged with scarlet blood light.

With each step he took, the blood-red aura around him intensified, and his imposing presence grew stronger.

"Without a sword in hand, one mistakenly believes one's own body as a blade!"

All the remaining strength in his body was gathered in his right arm, the veins on his arm bulged, and the blood-red true energy solidified into a tangible form. He used his palm as a blade, with blood flames rolling on it.

This was the final blow he had traded everything for, the most decisive blow of his life.

There were no variations in moves, no roundabout probing, only an unwavering, resolute killing intent to advance and perish together.

Faced with this imposing aura, Li Ya remained unmoved.

In this battle, it wasn't just Zuo Qingshan who reached the pinnacle of his abilities; Li Ya was no less impressive.

His essence, energy, and spirit reached their peak, and the "Five Pivots and Five Palaces Orthodox Chapter" was pushed to its limit. His meridians and acupoints resonated incessantly, and the pure five elements of true energy surged like rivers and seas.

In the next instant, spiritual light soared into the sky around Li Ya, and the inner images of his five internal organs and five palaces appeared, reflecting his true form.

The heart, lungs, liver, spleen, and kidneys—each of the five internal organs contains divine light and holds divine intent.

Five pure and condensed phantom images of the Five Emperors, exuding a majestic aura, rose from the five internal organs of the body and lingered within three feet of the body.

The statues of the five deities appeared together, their divine charms intertwined.

At this moment, Li Ya's blood, qi, and spirit were completely unified, and his essence, qi, and spirit reached an unprecedented peak.

Faced with Zuo Qingshan's life-risking strike, Li Ya chose to meet it head-on with pure, unadulterated power!

He clenched his fists, and spiritual energy surged from his palms. The tendons and bones of his entire right arm resonated, and five dragons of qi and blood surged forth. The five inner divine images swung their fists in unison as Li Ya threw his punch.

Its divine intent is profound and majestic, possessing the majesty of an unparalleled human emperor, and the Daoist charm of suppressing everything and breaking all laws.

"Life or death, victory or defeat, hinges on this one punch."

Li Ya's voice was deep and calm, without the slightest fluctuation, the moment his words fell.

With a twist of his waist and hips, all the power in his body flowed into one line, and a perfectly executed punch was thrown head-on at Zuo Qingshan's blood-red blade light!

"Clang!"

It was clearly a collision of flesh and blood, yet it produced a crisp, metallic clang.

Then there was no further movement; the blood-red light dissipated, and the colorless spiritual light—blue, red, white, yellow, black, and even the light itself—also dissipated.

"snort!"

Li Ya let out a muffled groan, about to spit out a mouthful of blood, but he swallowed it back down.

His body swayed slightly as he slowly retreated, and half of Zuo Qingshan's palm blade pierced his chest.

Zuo Qingshan pulled his palm blade out of Li Ya's chest, and Li Ya lost his support, collapsing to the ground, his life force fading away.

"We almost crashed!"

As soon as Li Ya opened his mouth, a strong smell of blood gushed out.

Zuo Qingshan's final strike was extremely destructive; the remaining blade energy is still rampaging through his meridians.

The previously suppressed wound burst open completely, and blood stained his robes.

He immediately used his mind to activate the Spirit Pivot Cave Heaven, moving himself and Zuo Qingshan into the cave heaven, along with the black sable.

Finally, he didn't forget to scatter a dozen or so fire talismans to burn away all remaining traces.

The moment Ling Pei entered the cave, she sensed it. When she saw Li Ya, covered in blood and staggering, appear, the color drained from Ling Pei's beautiful face.

"My lord!"

Upon seeing Li Ya's miserable state, she exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward to help him up.

At this moment, the blood and qi in her body surged violently and could no longer be suppressed. She felt a sweet taste in her throat and a mouthful of rich essence blood suddenly sprayed onto Ling Pei's chest, instantly staining her dress red.

Before she could reach out to help her master up, his body swayed slightly, and he collapsed forward, falling into Ling Pei's arms and falling into a deep coma.

"Quickly, fetch the earth's milk!"

Lingpei hurriedly instructed the Ancient Wood Spirit Boy to fetch the Earth Milk and carefully remove the sealing wax.

In an instant, an extremely rich aura of vitality rushed towards us.

Then she bent down and gently pried open Li Ya's tightly clenched teeth, slowly putting the earth milk into his mouth.

The earth milk transformed into an extremely warm and gentle current upon entering the mouth, instantly spreading and coursing through the body.

Nourished by this boundless vitality, the wounds all over the body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the originally disordered and clashing blood and qi were slowly soothed by the warm and moist power of the earth's milk.

Li Ya's tightly furrowed brows relaxed slightly at this moment, and his tense and stiff body also relaxed a little.

Outside the cave, however, the situation had already quietly and dramatically changed.

The Fallen Dragon Valley is no longer what it used to be.

What was originally just a fog that blocked the view has undergone a complete transformation, becoming as thick as milk.

The fog grew thicker and thicker, and it kept multiplying rapidly.

Even more strangely, within this mist, invisible resentment began to fester.

The mist entered their bodies with each breath, and thoughts began to arise.

Violence and anxiety arise inexplicably, as if countless sparks are buried in the heart, which will ignite and spiral out of control at the slightest touch.

The slightest friction can instantly ignite a fire of anger in one's heart.

Inside the Tai Xuan Dao camp, Ning Daoqi was protected by the Reflecting Mirror and was of a clear mind.

This morning, two fellow disciples from the same sect drew their swords against each other and fought to the death over a mere disagreement. Their attacks were ruthless and deadly, showing no regard for their fraternal bond.

The camp was in complete chaos, turning into a chaotic and disorderly battlefield.

Each of them was violent, their guard was heightened to an extreme, suspicion and murderous intent grew wildly, and the greed, anger, ignorance and hatred that were originally hidden deep in their hearts were magnified infinitely by the fog.

"Grandmaster Uncle, this mist is strange!"

"The palace is protected by an array that blocks the fog. Even if fellow disciples fight each other temporarily, they can recover once they regain their senses. But the cultivators outside are like wild beasts right now, their minds clouded."

A fellow disciple then spoke up, "Senior brother, why not open the palace and release these fellow disciples...?"

"No!" Ning Daoqi interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

"The question now is not whether we let them in or not, but whether the palace can withstand these cultivators."

Before anyone could react, a fellow cultivator who was on good terms with them came to report.

"Brother Dao, something terrible has happened! The cultivators outside have started attacking the palace."

Ning Daoqi's expression changed. Sure enough, the thing he least wanted to happen had happened. Previous records were limited, and those who entered the Fallen Dragon Valley were from small sects in the surrounding area. They didn't have the insight to see the clues.

Moreover, the density of the fog this time is unprecedented.

The fighting in the Fallen Dragon Valley intensified, and the commotion attracted the giant snake that Li Ya had seen earlier.

After a very low hiss, the giant snake slowly stretched out its massive coiled body. The snake moved slowly, and with each movement, the ground trembled, the rock layers roared, and countless fragments of stone and mud fell down.

It appeared first outside the camp of the Sanyi Daomen, and with a sudden inhale, the surrounding mist instantly cleared.

Then he exhaled a thick, eerie green mist, which slowly enveloped the Sanyi Daomen camp.

The cultivators on the outermost edge of the camp instantly stopped what they were doing, their bodies stiffening and unable to move, as if they were imprisoned by an invisible hand.

Everyone clearly sensed that their souls were becoming light and airy, and the connection between their souls and their physical bodies was beginning to break. Their souls were being pulled away from their bodies by a cold, sinister force.

The dark green mist, like icy silk, entwined the soul. In the next instant, a faint, transparent phantom, barely perceptible to the naked eye, slowly rose from above.

The phantom image had barely appeared when it disintegrated and collapsed within the green mist.

With each dissipation of a soul, the dense, green mist grows stronger.

……

Outside the Fallen Dragon Valley, inside the White Jade Palace.

At the same time, the life flames of the cultivators in the valley went out and their life tablets broke. Many cultivators were shocked and quickly stood up.

"Brother Xuansu, what has happened?"

"Yes! Why are my disciples dying one after another?"

Amidst the murmurs of the crowd, Zhao Xuansu simply uttered a single sentence.

"As I said, let fate decide!"

"Since none of these three have spoken, you'd better not say anything more!"

"Everyone dies eventually, so why can't your disciples die?"

Even though Zhao Xuansu was quite skilled at cultivating her inner strength, she didn't have many kind words for most of the sects and families in the hall.

Year after year, they only knew how to use various excuses to exploit the loopholes in the Baiyujing fine system to evade military service in the East China Sea.

The battle at Fallen Dragon Valley was to draw out the Dragon Soul. The little sword immortal voluntarily accepted the Dragon Soul, undergoing a transformation so that he could one day quell the East Sea disaster.

It concerns the war in the East China Sea. Even if all the cultivators below die, it will be worth it if it can bring peace in the future.