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As if the sun had plumted from the sky, when the fireball slamd into the protective array, the entire encampnt shook violently. Spirit force exploded, and although the protective array blocked the magic and spells' power, the frenzied energy managed to seep through, causing the temperature inside the encampnt to rise significantly in an instant.
"Call your people back, or this lady will start a massacre!" Feng Yuechan stood on her flying spirit artifact, shrilly declaring.
The governor stationed there dared not delay and quickly sent ssages to his fellow sect brothers and sisters; he could see that Feng Yuechan was not joking.
For a ti, in various parts of the inner circle of the battlefield, so Hundred Refinent Valley cultivators who were heading towards the outer circle cursed loudly and withdrew.
In recent days, the Spirit Stream battlefield had been bustling, far more than ever before, especially among the inner circle sects. Several sects of the Haotian Alliance had chosen to declare war on the forces of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge.
The most outrageous was the Dading Palace of the Haotian Alliance, which crossed over the domains of several other sects to declare war on the Zhaotian Sect, thousands of miles away from them...
When declared upon, the low-level cultivators of the Zhaotian Sect were befuddled; with a thousand miles between them and no adjoining borders, while the factions were different, there was no enmity deep enough to justify the declaration, leaving them clueless as to why they had provoked Dading Palace.
Only a few higher-cultivation cultivators understood what was going on since they had received orders from the Nine Provinces sect headquarters. Those orders instructed them to imdiately head to the outer circle of the battlefield to search for the trace of one individual.
They naturally did not want to concern themselves with such a declaration of war, but they could not ignore it, as Dading Palace's cultivators had actually traveled thousands of miles to their doorstep, barring the lower-level cultivators from leaving their hos. With no other choice, Zhaotian Sect's Spirit Stream Level 8-9 cultivators had to return to the encampnt to stabilize the morale.
This kind of war declaration was initially rare, but with ti, more and more erged. According to Heaven's Augury rcantile Union's statistics, in just five short days, conflicts involving declarations of war had swept through over a hundred big and small sects, which was unprecedented.
This was a massive outright confrontation between the Haotian Alliance and Ten Thousand Demons Ridge camps in the Spirit Stream battlefield, the first in decades. This involved too many sects, even those of the Core Circle paid close attention, as the outco would determine whether the banner that once commanded the Nine Provinces under the Haotian Alliance could be retained!
Originally, this banner was set to fall in two months, but at this sensitive ti, a minor figure erged who could potentially sustain the banner's existence, and how could Ten Thousand Demons Ridge endure this?
After waiting for more than thirty years and seeing the fruit ripen, no one wanted any complications, so no matter what, the Level 5 junior cultivator had to die, and that banner must fall!
This concerned the face of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge's camp.
In a desolate wilderness at this ti, Lu Ye shook the blood off his long saber and frowned, surrounded by several fallen Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators.
He had a nagging feeling that sothing was not quite right!
A few days ago, after killing Dong Shuye, he had resud his journey toward Righteous Blood Sect's encampnt, feeling light-hearted again.
However, since a skirmish three days ago, it seed as if sothing strange had happened.
Three days prior, he was leisurely on his way when suddenly a squad of cultivators approached. eting cultivators in the wilderness was normal, and Lu Ye had encountered many on his journey.
Normally, both parties would make way for each other to avoid any misunderstandings.
When he encountered this squad, Lu Ye intended to avoid them, but they directly charged at him, looking surprisingly excited as if they had found money.
With the other party being so rude, Lu Ye had no choice but to charge on Amber, causing a massacre.
Although the squad had a Level 5 governor, how could they withstand Lu Ye? In no ti, they were wiped out to the last man.
After collecting the spoils of war, he was back on the road.
But, to Lu Ye's surprise, soon after, he encountered another squad of Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators...
In just these three short days, he had already killed six groups of people, collected over twenty storage sacks, and accumulated more than a hundred rits.
Lu Ye was a bit unhappy because this was delaying his journey.
What made him even more uncomfortable was that there seed to be so problems arising with his spirit force.
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His spirit force seed to have so impurities...
The reason he could cultivate with elixirs without any hidden dangers was all thanks to the Talent Tree. He had observed it carefully before, and every ti he consud an elixir pill for cultivation, the pill poison would be burnt away by the Talent Tree and expelled from his body.
As a result, his spirit force had always been extrely pure, and he never experienced the accumulation of pill poison that the sect master had ntioned before.
Even without Sharpness and Defense Spirit Runes, with the purity of his spirit force alone, he could outmatch any other cultivator at the sa level because the purer the spirit force, the greater the destructive power the cultivator could unleash.
The sa strike delivered with different levels of purity in the spirit force would result in varying degrees of power being unleashed by the cultivators.
But now, his spirit force actually had so impurities!
Last night while resting, he had thoroughly examined the Talent Tree and was shocked to find that it seed to have lost the ability to burn away the pill poison, which was the root cause of the impurities in his spirit force.
His ability to grow from a cultivator who had just opened his orifices not long ago to the Level 5 realm in less than half a year could largely be attributed to the Talent Tree. If the Talent Tree lost the ability to burn pill poison, then his cultivation speed would inevitably be significantly reduced.
This discovery weighed heavily on Lu Ye's mind, and today, when he encountered cultivators from the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge blocking his way, he showed no rcy, swiftly killing them off.
However, he had considered many possibilities. Perhaps this situation was not unchangeable; the Talent Tree needed to absorb so fire attribute or scorching power, which not only could ignite the leaves of the Talent Tree but also serve as fuel for it to burn away the pill poison.
If the fuel absorbed before had been used up, then naturally it could not continue to perform the function of burning the pill poison.
Lu Ye didn't know if his speculation was correct. To verify it, he needed to find more energy for the Talent Tree to absorb.
The first ti the Talent Tree had absorbed energy, it was from an orange fla sealed within a piece of ore; the second ti, it was the scorching heat beneath the Barrier-Breaking Fruit Tree. The type of energy it absorbed was roughly around these standards, but Lu Ye had no idea where to find such energy again, as the previous two tis had been coincidental.
Fortunately, his spirit force had been pure before, so a little bit of impurity would not affect him much. Now, he just couldn't consu elixir pills recklessly like before. At most, he could take one pill a day and then use the Spirit Energy Gathering Spirit Runes to enhance his strength.
He still had quite a few Spirit Stones in hand. He had originally planned to go to the Heaven's Augury rcantile Union to inquire if he could buy sothing to use as fuel for the Talent Tree.
But now that was not possible; in the past few days, he had encountered several squads of cultivators from the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge camp, and each squad had a Level 5 governor. He felt as if he were being targeted.
Yiyi was cleaning the battlefield, and Lu Ye looked up to see an eagle circling in the sky, seemingly in search of prey.
At the sa ti, three miles away from Lu Ye, under a large tree, a group of cultivators gathered. Next to them lay several corpses, and in front of them was a Spiritual Artifact that resembled a scaled-down Shadow Moon Disc, reflecting the image of Lu Ye.
It was clearly a view from a high altitude.
The group was quietly observing the scene in the small Shadow Moon Disc.
A man swallowed, "Is this a Level 5 realm?"
They had witnessed how Lu Ye had slaughtered the squad of the Ten Thousand Demons Ridge cultivators like chopping vegetables; his thods were swift and decisive, clearly not his first ti killing, and the speed of killing foes was even greater than that of an average Level 6 cultivator.
"Are you sure that's him?" Another person spoke, "Let's not make a mistake."
"Level 5 cultivation, riding a snow-white big tiger, departing from Fengyun Mountain and heading towards the Righteous Blood Sect, about sixteen or seventeen years old. Who else could it be if not him?" spoke a curvaceous female cultivator leading them.
She was the one maintaining the Spirit Force on the small Shadow Moon Disc, and judging by her cultivation, she was a Level 7 cultivator, accompanied by three Level 6 and several Level 5s.
Such a squad would typically not be seen outside the battlefield's outer circle under normal circumstances.
They were originally departing from their station to the border between the outer circle and inner circle of the battlefield, as their strength was just right for tempering in such a place. But they had received an order from their sect halfway through and hurriedly ca here.
They were not very clear about the grudge from the previous generation but knew that the Righteous Blood Sect was indebted to their own sect. When that ssage began to spread uncontrollably, the senior mbers of their sect had ordered them to et and protect this youth riding the White Tiger, to ensure his safety.
It was not just their sect undertaking this action, the entire battlefield of the Spirit Stream was undergoing surges beneath the surface and billows above. Many sects wanted to protect the youth, while even more wanted to kill him. This was a contest between two major camps, and the survival of that youth would ultimately determine the victor.
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