Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1521 - 823: Human Clan Cultivators, State Your Names

More than ten days had passed, with biting winds roaring fiercely and the moon descending under a sky scattered with faint stars.

The immense Heavenly Rift Valley, extending across over four thousand miles, sank into absolute obscurity.

In the heart of the night, a cluster of ominous clouds separated from the heavens above, quietly gliding toward the Heavenly Rift Valley.

As it approached the chasm, the shadowy mass abruptly divided into three segments, one veering southward while the other moved northward.

The biggest portion raced directly into the center of the Heavenly Rift Valley, and soon after, it dove into the depths below, blending seamlessly with the enveloping gloom.

At that instant, the Zhao Family cultivators remained oblivious to the looming catastrophe about to strike.

Since the destruction of the Two-winged Giant Lizard, peace had reigned in the Heavenly Rift Valley for far too long, leading the entire Zhao Family, from leaders to subordinates, to lower their guards considerably.

A quarter-hour later, some forty miles south of the camp, disturbances rippled through the shadows, and a brilliant azure Roc materialized from thin air, gently beating its wings to unleash powerful gusts.

Perched on the Roc’s head, Jun Tianxing, dressed in a flowing Feather Robe, gazed at the far-off Zhao Family camp, a sneer of disdain and savage hunger curling across his features.

"Very well, it's your move now. Just like last time, spare a handful alive—slaughter everyone else, whether human or demon. Heh heh, get to it!" Jun Tianxing laughed chillingly, flicking his hand with sharp intent.

The instant his words escaped, enormous dark golden orbs, each as wide as a millstone, launched from the Roc’s back.

Upon striking the earth, these dark golden orbs expanded rapidly, morphing into golden-scaled armadillos with razor-sharp claws, which burrowed with haste underground, heading straight for the camp forty miles distant.

Concurrently, three massive hives resembling small hills rose from the Roc’s back, and amid a swelling drone, hordes of black venomous bees, each half the size of a person, coalesced into a murky cloud, surging northward in haste.

Right away, the Green-winged Roc beat its enormous wings with vigor.

Throughout the Heavenly Rift Valley, violent winds erupted without warning, hurling sand and rocks skyward from the terrain.

The Green-winged Roc flapped its wings with even greater force, amplifying the valley’s winds to terrifying levels, swiftly forming towering tornadoes that advanced with divine, ruinous power.

Wherever these wind pillars swept through, the flanking cliffs shattered, and boulders of all sizes were caught in the raging blasts, thundering like a raging river toward the distant Zhao’s outpost.

Boosted by the wind’s fury, the venomous bees’ pace surged several-fold, covering the forty-mile span in an instant, charging wildly into the misty depths.

Buzz buzz!

"You hear that?"

Among the trio of Foundation Establishment Cultivators on patrol at the barrier’s perimeter right then, one abruptly glanced toward the thick fog beyond the shield and remarked.

"Hear what?" His fellow was first confused, but moments later, his face paled, hurriedly peering into the fog’s murky heart.

Nearly at the same time, swarms of half-person-sized black venomous bees tore through the mist, ferociously assaulting the Bright Barrier.

"This is terrible! Activate the Ten Directions Wind and Fire Talisman right away!" The face of a white-haired Foundation Establishment Cultivator twisted in alarm, grasping the peril instantly, and he bellowed the warning without delay.

His shout unfinished, one black venomous bee had already reached the barrier’s brink, its belly expanding to expose a three-foot-long stinger as thick as an arm, pitch-black and deadly.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

As the black venomous bees converged on the barrier’s surface, thousands of those colossal stingers slammed into it with brutal force.

In a flash, the shield’s exterior was riddled with a thicket of black spikes, causing the whole structure to shake wildly, its glow fading fast while dark patches bloomed across it.

These dark patches expanded rapidly, merging into broad swaths, the bee poison clearly wielding potent erosion, as the barrier visibly sizzled and weakened.

With endless black venomous bees alighting on the barrier’s face, their stingers stabbed through like a cascading deluge.

The venomous bee horde struck with such abruptness that the Zhao Family cultivators froze in shock for a beat.

Luckily, the handful of Foundation Establishment youths overseeing the Great Array’s nucleus stayed vigilant, detecting the formation’s shift and swiftly swapping in fresh Top-grade Spirit Stones on a grand scale, averting an immediate breakdown of the barrier.

Within mere breaths of the bees’ onslaught commencing, both Zhao Yongxian and Master Ming Yue materialized overhead the camp.

Surveying the endless tide of bees, Zhao Yongxian’s visage grew profoundly stern.

Master Ming Yue’s features shifted uncertainly, as if she were scheming in the shadows.

No directives were required from the two Golden Cores, for the Zhao Foundation Establishment juniors unleashed their assaults on the bees with unrestrained might.

In a heartbeat, myriad potent spells, formidable Spiritual Artifacts, and cascades of advanced Spirit Talisman spells rained down upon the insect horde.

The bees incurred heavy losses promptly, with hundreds or thousands perishing each second.

After a few more breaths, the bees’ furious charge waned, and the barrier’s firmness began to recover steadily.

Rumble rumble rumble!

At that juncture, the lofty Golden Gang Stone Towers sprang into action, their summit flame pearls firing out searing white beams as broad as thighs.

These beams lanced through the bee masses, igniting massive blazes that vaporized thousands of the creatures in a flash.

Seeing this, a few cultivators erupted in elated shouts: "Excellent! Torch these pests proper—scorch them all!"

Zhao Yongxian’s tension softened a touch, and he pivoted to query Master Ming Yue: "Where’s Daoist Shaoling?"

Master Ming Yue fluttered her peach blossom eyes, seeming a bit irked: "That fellow’s always drifting like a ghost—how should I know his whereabouts! Perhaps he caught wind of trouble and bolted already?"

"No, I’m certain Daoist Shaoling isn’t the fleeing type." Zhao Yongxian affirmed resolutely.

Master Ming Yue opened her mouth to counter, but abruptly, her lovely countenance drained of color as she cried: "Oh no—that’s... trouble!"

Her words barely out, the thick fog dispersed, and a ferocious gale exploded forth!

Everything shifted in an eyeblink: dirt and debris whipped about, the winds slicing like blades. An ferocious tempest barreled inward with unstoppable fury.