Cultivation is just so scientific! Chapter 1384 - 738: Entry_2

The elite cultivators from the major powers, including Che Lian, Yin Chang, Chang Qing, and Master Ming Kong, paused mid-combat to note Li Yuanba’s arrival. A wave of relief washed over them as they witnessed the deployment of five mid-stage Golden Corpses.

Originally, the seven superpowers had conspired to unite and forcibly evict the sword cultivators of the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion.

Had they not been besieged by the internal dungeon guardians, they likely would have executed that scheme.

However, once Li Yuanba struck back, the cost became too high. Beyond his personal combat strength, simply attempting to neutralize five mid-stage Golden Corpses would have resulted in staggering casualties for the seven sects.

The combination of extreme speed and devastating offensive power possessed by these mid-stage Golden Corpses made them a walking disaster for any Nascent Soul Middle Stage Practitioner.

One only had to watch the struggle against the dungeon guardians to see the truth; while the cultivators faltered, the mid-stage Golden Corpses could hurl enemies back with a single blow. Their strength far exceeded previous calculations.

"Yuanba, we have stumbled into a most troublesome dungeon. This place has no intention of being inherited; its defiance is far too intense!" Wu Qi remarked, a strained smile on his face.

"In the past, how were such dungeons managed?" Li Yuanba inquired. Despite his many adventures, he lacked the specific experience required for this scenario.

"If it refuses to grant an inheritance, there is no way for any single party to claim it. Our only option is to locate the Cave Heaven Core and obliterate it!" Wu Qi replied after a moment of contemplation.

"Should we request a Great Cultivator to enter and settle this?" Li Yuanba suggested. Observing the battlefield, he noticed that while Nascent Soul Middle Stage practitioners were arriving in droves, the number of dungeon guardians was also swelling. He predicted an grueling war of attrition.

The presence of a Great Cultivator would do more than just halt the guardians; it would allow the group to advance steadily.

"When a dungeon first stabilizes for a long duration, it can only support those at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage at most. It is physically impossible for a Great Cultivator to step inside!" Wu Qi said, shaking his head.

Li Yuanba recalled the spatial gate they had traversed and the instability he had sensed within it.

It was clear: if an entity with too much power entered, the spatial gate would likely shatter instantly.

A collapse of the gate would entomb everyone inside the dungeon. Those caught mid-transition would suffer a worse fate, torn to shreds by spatial fragments as the portal disintegrated.

By now, nearly four hundred Nascent Soul Middle Stage practitioners had gathered within the confined space, organizing into formations based on their respective camps to repel the guardians.

Among all the groups, the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion appeared the most composed.

The five mid-stage Golden Corpses acted as a living wall, creating a buffer between the guardians and the sword cultivators.

The sword cultivators merely had to deploy their flying swords to support the corpses, picking off any guardians that tried to slip through the perimeter.

The stamina of the mid-stage Golden Corpses was legendary; they could engage in continuous slaughter for over a month without needing to recover their Qi.

The other sects enjoyed no such luxury. A Nascent Soul Middle Stage practitioner from the Infinite Sect, overconfident in his defensive arts, took the vanguard.

However, after being hammered repeatedly on the same spot by the guardians, his protection shattered, and a blade found its mark.

"I’ve been poisoned!" the Infinite Sect cultivator cried out, retreating in a panic.

A comrade immediately stepped up to plug the gap and hold the line.

Specialists from the Infinite Sect rushed to examine the wound, administering a Detoxification Spirit Pill.

Even from a distance, observers from other camps could see the wound remained a putrid black, and the discoloration was spreading rapidly. It was obvious the pill was useless.

It was logical; a dungeon belonging to a major power would naturally employ lethal toxins on its sentries—poisons that were not easily purged.

The stricken man sat cross-legged, desperately circulating his internal spiritual power to suppress the venom.

But the black rot raced across his skin so quickly that it was clear his efforts were futile.

Realizing his fate and gritting his teeth in agony, the cultivator abandoned his physical body, allowing his miniature Nascent Soul to flee the flesh.

A collective shock ran through the practitioners when they saw the Nascent Soul itself bore the same black stain as the body.

This meant the guardian’s strike did not just rot the flesh; it corrupted the Nascent Soul itself.

"Watch out for the toxin!"

"Do not let the guardians touch you!"

"Cycle the front line immediately!"

Commands echoed across the chamber. Facing the true horror of these guardians, the leaders had no choice but to adjust their tactics.

Unfortunately, as the guardian horde grew, the superpowers began to take losses.

The first poisoned Infinite Sect practitioner, whose Nascent Soul had turned as pitch-black as the guardians themselves, finally reached his limit. With a final, piercing shriek, his Nascent Soul dissolved into nothingness.

The other poisoned practitioners, watching his horrific end, felt a cold despair. They were looking at their own inevitable demise.

They were helpless; despite every pill and technique used, the poison remained incurable.

Every one of the seven superpowers had members who had been infected, save for the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion.

The only reason they weren't all dead was the rapid rotation of their front-line fighters.

"Elder Wu, Elder Li, Luanyang Palace humbly requests the aid of the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion!" Yao Feng sighed, setting aside her pride to call out to them.

She knew that if the status quo remained, her sect members—and herself—would eventually fall.

Though they were currently at full strength, exhaustion would eventually set in. Once the defense buckled, the formation would shatter, leaving every cultivator to die alone.

In such a scenario, the guardians would slaughter everyone, with only the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion standing a chance of survival.

Crucially, Yao Feng noted that Li Yuanba hadn't even personally joined the fray. Recalling his reputation and seeing how easily his five mid-stage Golden Corpses held the line, she suspected he possessed even greater hidden cards.

"Yuanba, if their lines collapse, the pressure on us will increase exponentially," Wu Qi whispered to Li Yuanba after hearing the plea.

The current perimeter was a joint effort of eight defensive camps.

If one sector fell, the remaining groups would be forced to cover the gap.

While losing one or two camps was manageable, the current state of the seven sects suggested they would all break soon. If only the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion remained, they would be swarmed from every direction.

"Very well, send one Golden Corpse to assist them," Li Yuanba agreed with a nod.

With a flick of his finger, one mid-stage Golden Corpse blurred out of their formation, reappearing instantly at the front of Luanyang Palace’s line.

The sheer speed of the Golden Corpse was a massive advantage. Lacking any sense of fatigue, it dove into the guardian ranks, sending them flying like ragdolls with every strike.

However, despite their immense power, even the Golden Corpses could not truly kill the guardians.

The most terrifying trait of these sentinels was their undying nature; no matter the damage, they regenerated almost instantly.

Nevertheless, the Golden Corpse’s raw strength was enough. Each hit scattered the guardians, sowing chaos in their ranks.

This provided the Luanyang Palace cultivators with precious breathing room. The addition of just one mid-stage Golden Corpse allowed them to stabilize their perimeter alongside their phoenix-type Spiritual Pets.

Even with one less protector, the Sword Intent Chongxiao Pavilion’s defense remained impenetrable, as if the loss of one corpse made no difference at all.