In the initial stages of all defense and offense battles at the Sword Qi Great Wall, the scene could be summarized with two words from Bai Lian Shuang: Suicide.

Above the city walls, sword immortals and sword cultivators alike unleashed their flying swords. The sky was darkened by their sheer number, and the sword qi surged southward like a raging tide, turning everything in its path to dust.

On the battlefield, the swarming demon race rushing towards the Sword Qi Great Wall fell like grass beneath a scythe, wave after wave collapsing.

The desolate world possessed three moons, but the moonlight was at its peak on this city wall.

Sword cultivators stood like clouds atop the wall, their flying swords illuminating the night as bright as day, enough to dim the moon’s brilliance.

The dense, vast demon horde surged against the tide, attempting to form a siege by ants, but it was far too premature.

They could only rely on countless lives to deplete the sword cultivators’ spiritual essence, hoping to gain an opportunity to approach the Sword Qi Great Wall, each step towards the north exacting a tremendous cost.

A special cadre of great demons revealed their true forms, and led by a Grand Ascension Stage demon named Chong Guang, they were tasked with carrying mountains, uprooted from the desolate land, to the southern battlefield, then hurling them with all their might against the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Yue Qing, a great sword immortal touted as a potential member of the “Peak Ten,” carried two swords at his waist: one, “Commanding the Five Peaks,” and the other, a standard longsword from the Sword Forges. Neither was drawn. Instead, he unleashed two natal flying swords, the first, “Hundred-Foot Spring,” cascading like a mighty waterfall, smashing the hurled mountains back to the earth. The ground trembled, crushing countless demons. The second, “Cloud Sparrow,” soared in the sky, its sword qi raining down on the battlefield like a torrential downpour.

Han Huaizi, Sect Master of the Taiwei Sword Sect in Beiju Luzhou, focused his flying sword not on the fodder demons dying on the battlefield, but instead worked with Yue Qing, striking down the mountains aimed at the city walls.

Li Tuimi, the chief custodian of the Yan family and a sword cultivator of the Immortal Realm, also had two natal flying swords, “White Serpent” and “Black Dragon.” Once unleashed, they resembled two hundred-foot-long dragons, rolling and crushing demons wantonly across the land.

Mi Hu, of the Immortal Realm, released his natal flying sword, “Aoyu,” which immediately plunged into the earth upon leaving the city walls, tearing chasms across the battlefield, slowing the demons’ advance.

His younger brother, Mi Yu, released his flying sword, “Sky Full of Colors,” and joined his brother in creating a dense, liquid-like sword qi aurora within the chasms, preventing the enemy great demons from filling them in, and grinding down all demons that fell into them.

Yuan Qingshu, a sword immortal from Southern Jambudvipa, unleashed his flying sword, “Frost and Snow,” to further fortify the Mi brothers’ chasms. The sword qi was mighty, and many demons at the edges of the dozens of large and small chasms felt as though they were in a bitterly cold, bone-chilling snowy landscape. The earth was covered in deep snow, and snowflakes danced in the air. Demons renowned for their physical resilience had the flesh of their feet eroded away by the sword qi, leaving bare bone, and their bodies were a bloody mess.

Wu Chengpei, a sword immortal who had been stuck at the Jade Purity Realm bottleneck for many years, sat cross-legged on the city walls. His natal flying sword, “Sweet Dew,” was considered extremely strange even among the Sword Qi Great Wall. The flying sword “Sweet Dew” had no fixed form, landing amidst countless corpses and pools of blood on the battlefield. Wu Chengpei was, surprisingly, holding his breath and concentrating, not attacking the demons with his sword, but instead focusing on refining it.

The female sword immortal Zhou Cheng, although not of a high cultivation level, possessed unique fortune. As the last remaining member of her lineage, she could, during her long years of cultivation on the city walls, draw upon the sword intent of past masters, using it to refine her natal flying sword, eventually forging and nurturing a natal flying sword named “Seven Colors.” Its sword light held seven hues, as if she possessed seven natal flying swords in one.

Nalan Shaowei and Lu Zhi, ranked among the top ten sword immortals, did not draw their swords. Instead, they led a dozen or so sword immortals above the fifth realm with extremely fast flying swords, patrolling the battlefield, specifically targeting the great demons hidden within the demon army. If any demons approached the city walls, they would also strike to kill, ensuring that the demons could not easily advance beneath the city walls.

On the Sword Qi Great Wall, each sword cultivator had their designated role.

The sword cultivators above the fifth realm were at the forefront of the sword qi tide, the furthest from the city walls, killing the most enemies, and thus consumed the most spiritual essence and faced the greatest danger.

The Earth Immortal sword cultivators of the Nascent Soul and Golden Core realms followed closely behind. These sword cultivators were not required to pursue distance or kill demons, but simply to stabilize the formation of the sword qi river flowing from the city. If they had any remaining strength, they could seize opportunities to slay those demon cultivators wearing robes and talisman armor, especially the formation masters secretly protected by this group. If any signs were discovered, they must kill them on the spot, regardless of the cost.

All sword cultivators below the Golden Core realm needed to be even more cautious when unleashing their swords. Their primary task was not to kill enemies, but to form formations before the city walls, in order to avoid having their natal flying swords damaged by demons specifically targeting them.

The three groups of sword cultivators rotated their duties, putting on a show to intimidate the demons, but intimidation alone could not kill. Every sword cultivator of the Sword Qi Great Wall pursued tangible results with every strike.

After all, a great demon siege was not a matter of days or months, but often lasted for several years.

The demon race of the desolate world’s three days and nights of siege was merely an appetizer.

The only exception during this period was Bai Ying, one of the fourteen great demons who rarely showed his face, enthroned upon a throne of withered bones, a majestic presence like a military supervisor. He rose once and used his White Bone Contemplation Divine Art. On the battlefield, where blood flowed for a thousand miles, thousands of skeletal remains of demon cultivators instantly rose to their feet. However, they neither attacked the city nor retreated, but simply stood there, letting the sword qi shatter them completely, losing their last bit of value.

Bai Ying returned to his throne, extending a palm as if to signal the sword cultivators of the Sword Qi Great Wall to continue unleashing their swords.

Bai Ying glanced at the Jade Purity Realm sword immortal Wu Chengpei, taking a particular interest in his natal flying sword, “Sweet Dew.”

Bai Ying’s gaze went to the distant battlefield. If one could become emaciated through self-cultivation, and then bathe in “Sweet Dew,” it could help refine the soul, which could benefit the Great Path somewhat.

Apart from this, Bai Ying did not find anything else worth his attention in this slaughter.

Except for a few solitary colleagues on thrones who chose not to reproduce, even Bai Ying’s Bone Mountain, along with all affiliated sects and vassals, had been mobilized. Thus, if someone could, like the Great Demon Daoist who refined Moon Essence, look down upon the land from the three bright moons, they would see grains of mustard seed appearing first on the vast map, then thin lines slowly moving towards the Sword Qi Great Wall – these were the demon races constantly rushing to the battlefield.
Each slender thread represents tens or hundreds of thousands of demon clans, and even more are puppets without sentience, controlled by cultivators. Among them are countless demons who have embarked on the path of cultivation, transforming into human forms, as well as numerous heroes of their own domain, emulating the dynasties built in the vast world, the fierce monsters of the deep mountains and great swamps, those occupying lands of miasma, those possessing geomantically auspicious lands, all kinds of mountain and water deities, vengeful ghosts, without exception, all need to contribute at least half of their wealth to attack the Sword Qi Great Wall.

If they fail to conquer the city walls, it is, of course, a futile death.

But if they wish to breach the city walls, they must sacrifice themselves. As long as they can endure the cost and are willing to sacrifice more useless ants, the more they die, the seemingly unreachable and indestructible Sword Qi Great Wall will increasingly lose its advantages of celestial timing, geographical advantage, and popular support. The moment all three are lost is the moment when Chen Qingdu dies and his soul completely disperses. The Sword Qi Great Wall is a microcosm of a great world. How Chen Qingdu can maintain this advantage and how the desolate world can erase this disadvantage is the most crucial aspect of the siege and defense, and perhaps the only thing that needs to be done.

What sword immortals drawing their swords, what ant-like siege tactics, all are competing for this.

If the desolate world only needs to contribute half of its foundation, the Sword Qi Great Wall will inevitably be unable to defend.

Not only will the Sword Qi Great Wall be unable to defend, but the vast world will also be affected in several continents, such as the South婆娑洲, the Southwest 扶搖洲, and the Southeast 桐葉洲, which are closest to the Upside-Down Mountain.

Therefore, after the silent gray-clad old man reappeared after ten thousand years, the first major thing he did was to divide the desolate world into twenty territories. He demanded that the fourteen Great Demons, none of whom could be exempted, must mobilize at least half of the forces within their respective territories to go to the Sword Qi Great Wall. Those who failed to complete this small task had no need to live. Once the war began, they should be the first to ascend the city walls and experience Chen Qingdu’s swordsmanship. Those who were unwilling should go wait at the bottom of the ancient well.

For the twenty territories, if the overall cultivation level of the cultivators was insufficient, then they could rely on numbers to compensate. But one thing must be accomplished: all the Upper Five Realm demon clans must, without exception, hasten northward. Anyone who evaded battle, dared to hide, would be directly slaughtered. However, for these beings who had struggled so hard to reach the Upper Five Realms, they should not be forced too much. As long as they were willing to fight, in addition to the future rewards, not a single bit should be missing.

At the beginning of leading the army, they should first receive a generous gift. If these beings died in battle at the Sword Qi Great Wall, without even seeing the vast world, then their descendants or direct disciples could be guaranteed to occupy a territory in the desolate world, as if they were enfeoffed as kings, with the size of the territory determined by the realm and merits of the fallen Great Demon, and no one could infringe upon it in the next thousand years. If the Sword Qi Great Wall was breached, not only could they receive rewards in their hometown, but any Upper Five Realm demon could also directly establish their own sect in that exceptionally fertile new world.

This contract, initiated by Mount 托月 and jointly signed by the fourteen Great Demons, has now spread throughout the desolate world.

For the twenty territories, if the top cultivators within each territory had sufficient cultivation levels, but lacked robes, armor, and magical treasures, the gray-clad old man was very direct, then the fourteen Great Demons would have to contribute. Stop hoarding your resources, whether you take it out of your own pocket or borrow it from someone, send it all out. Anyway, when you get to the vast world, follow the established strategy and plunder as you see fit, regardless of the means, ensuring that you recover at least double the amount. If it’s not enough, just go to him and Mount 托月 to demand compensation.

This siege is well-organized and divided into eight stages.

Now, only the first stage has just begun.

After that, these sword immortals of the Sword Qi Great Wall will experience constant accidents. For example, the desolate world also has tenth-level pure martial artists, the Mo family sword boats placed on the mountain ferries, and even the magnificent scene of sword cultivators against sword cultivators, both sides only using swords, above and below the city walls. The desolate world will also gather a large group of strategists and cultivators, all wearing armor treasures. At that time, a large number of high mountains will appear out of thin air on the battlefield, the Five Great Mountains from which dozens of dynasties have been emptied, and countless cultivators will be on the mountains, raining down magical treasures. Now, all the demon clans on our battlefield need to look up to the city walls. As time passes, the battlefield will become higher and higher.

Eventually, the Sword Qi Great Wall will become a true territory of the desolate world in the true sense of the word. As one waxes and the other wanes, the wheel of fortune turns. At that time, when confronting the vast world again, the demon clan will be able to attack and defend.

Bai Ying began to drink. She had heard that the vast world had many immortal wines.

Those proud sword immortals on the city walls, don’t they like to draw their swords and kill demons with all their might? Just draw your swords and reap your battle merits. Anyway, you will all be crushed to death by your battle merits.

In fact, the desolate world had already begun its layout since the Thirteen Contests.

The three siege battles that ended with the desolate world’s disastrous retreat were all used by the desolate world for martial arts practice.

The Sword Qi Great Wall seemed to have risen in response to the times, with a large number of young geniuses led by Ning Yao rising up.

But hasn’t the desolate world been doing the same?

Li Zhen, the young man whose soul was partially cared for by the oldest convict, was certainly one of them. If he died, the old ancestor wouldn’t feel sorry, let alone Bai Ying.

You should know that there is now also the saying of the Hundred Young Sword Immortals of the demon clan, judged only by the quality of their Dao and the height of their future achievements, not by their temporary realm or strength. The only disciple of the big-bearded man, Bei Xie, is ranked only third among the hundred sword cultivators.

According to the habits of the Sword Qi Great Wall, in the past, when the battle reached a stalemate or a disadvantage, the sword immortals would leave the city walls together, divide the battlefield, and appear on the front line, stubbornly blocking the subsequent offensive of the demon clan.

Then it would be the turn of the earth immortal sword cultivators and geniuses like Ning Yao to leave the city walls, and the two sides would fight each other on the battlefield, living and dying, each relying on their own abilities and destiny.

At that time, the weak Lower Five Realm sword cultivators would appear on the city walls. Once a Great Demon successfully ascended the city walls, even if it was intercepted by the tired sword immortals guarding the city, it would still affect countless pitiful ants.

Flying swords constantly flew out of the city walls, countless sword lights dragging out countless streams of fireflies. During this period, sword cultivators constantly retrieved their natal flying swords, retreated to the city walls, and then these sword cultivators had to withdraw from the front line of the city walls and go to the side near the northern city walls to nurture their flying swords, swallow pills, breathe and exhale, and replenish their spiritual energy. At the same time, the next wave of sword cultivators quickly filled the positions, taking turns to defend against the enemy.
This is what makes the Wild Desolate World most troubled about the Sword Qi Great Wall.

Sword cultivators can sit atop the city walls, slowly whittling down the number of the demon race army.

There were also great demons among the demon race who watched the battle. After witnessing this scene, they couldn’t help but lament with sorrow, “Our race’s siege is like a colossal beast, clumsy and unwieldy. On the battlefield, we are simply waiting to be exploited, how tragic and helpless, how futile and ineffective!”

On the Sword Qi Great Wall, a furtive, black-clad youth appeared. After ascending the city wall, he set up a temporary stall near the clothing and sword workshops. The youth seemed extremely afraid of death. He took a magical robe and wore it over his clothes, and hung a standard sword workshop longsword at his waist. Then, he ran off. During this time, mountains of the Wild Desolate World were shattered by sword immortals. Splintered rocks flew, and the Sword Qi Great Wall was extremely long. Even if a sword immortal shattered most of the rocks with a sword strike, there were still some that slipped through the net and fell on the city wall, creating a great commotion. The black-clad youth reached out with both hands and blocked a boulder as large as a house for a few young middle-fifth realm sword cultivators who were unable to dodge in time. Although the slender, ordinary-looking black-clad youth blocked the boulder, he vomited blood incessantly. Before the young sword cultivators could thank him, the youth wiped away the blood and continued his stumbling run.

Finally, this youth found a group of familiar faces.

Before that, he had seen many familiar faces he expected to see, such as the Golden Core bottleneck sword cultivator Pang Yuanji, and the young girl Gao Youqing, who did not stay by her brother Gao Yehou’s side but instead relied on Pang Yuanji to wield her sword.

He also saw some unexpected and unfamiliar people, all standing beside the Bitter Summer Sword Immortal, offering their natal swords. Lin Junbi, Zhu Mei, and Jin Zhenmeng.

The group of young genius sword cultivators from the Central Earth Divine Continent’s Shao Yuan Dynasty, Yan Lü and Jiang Guancheng, had already evacuated the Sword Qi Great Wall and had long since traveled across continents via the inverted mountain ferry. It was said that they had gone to travel in the Southern Saha Continent.

The black-clad youth was not surprised that the Bitter Summer Sword Immortal stayed, but he found it quite astonishing that Lin Junbi and the other three not only did not hide in the city to watch the battle from afar, but also had the courage to personally participate in this offensive and defensive battle.

Ning Yao, Diezhang, Chen Sanqiu, Dong Huafu, Yan Zhuo, Fan Dache.

The six of them gathered together, each wielding their swords to kill demons.

Diezhang carried the greatsword Zhenyue on his back, which was a funny thing on the Sword Qi Great Wall, because one of the natal swords of the great sword immortal Yue Qing was named Majestic Zhen Five Peaks.

This was similar to the treasure continent sword immortal Wei Jin’s sword “High Candle,” and the coincidence that Qi Shou’s semi-immortal weapon sword had the same name.

The fat Yan Zhuo, with his sword Violet Lightning, was cursing loudly, scolding those demons for being shameless and daring to use despicable means to plot against this great master Yan.

Dong Black Charcoal had his extremely effeminate-named sword “Rouge” across his lap. This Dong family scion, who never spent money on anything, did not curse those demon beasts. He was currently scolding Yan Zhuo for wielding his sword too softly, drifting about like Chen Sanqiu after he was drunk. Dong Huafu’s words always liked to sweep across a large area. Yan Zhuo said that his way of maneuvering the flying sword was called unpredictable, and it wasn’t just messing around. It was actually very particular, not only could the opponent not detect the route, but even he himself couldn’t figure it out, so it was the most powerful.

Chen Sanqiu, dressed in white, wore an ancestral magical robe from the Chen family of Tai Xiang Street. This handsome and elegant young master’s sword, Cloud Pattern, had long lost its original scabbard. It used to be the sword of his friend Xiao Ququ. After Xiao Ququ died, Chen Sanqiu took it into his possession. This time, he brought an extra sword scabbard made in the sword workshop and hid Cloud Pattern within.

As for the sword “Cloud Pattern” that originally belonged to Chen Sanqiu, it was now temporarily lent to his good friend Fan Dache, who could not break through to become a Golden Core guest no matter what.

Maneuvering a flying sword out of the city to kill demons was not an easy task.

Among the demon race, there were those who were not only physically tough but also had formidable fighting power, as well as many insidious means to specifically break sword cultivators’ flying swords, and a large number of suicide demon soldiers who had inscribed on their bodies runes that induced and detained sword cultivators’ flying swords. Once the flying sword was hooked, they would not hesitate to self-destruct their demon cores and shatter the flying sword. These demon soldiers, who would never write the words “suicide soldier” on their heads, would deliberately get injured or pretend to be careless, exposing one or two fatal flaws on the battlefield. Once a flying sword crashed into the rune trap on their bodies, the natal sword might even be lost forever.

In this way, would sword cultivators still dare to wield their swords with all their might to kill demons? Would there still be the indomitable sword intent and spirit?

This in itself was an extremely test of a sword cultivator’s eyesight, and even more so a matter of grinding the heart of the Dao.

Ning Yao, who carried both a back sword and a waist sword, glanced at the black-clad youth with some helplessness, but she did not speak to him. He had already come, how could she drive him away from the city wall? Besides, would he listen if she spoke?

So Ning Yao turned around and continued to maneuver her flying sword.

Naturally, she possessed more than one natal sword, but in less than twenty years, after three great battles in a row, the demon race had only seen Ning Yao’s one flying sword.

Chen Ping An, who had transformed into a young man’s appearance, took a few glances and saw the clues.

Fan Dache wielded his sword too cautiously, lacking the killing power that a Dragon Gate realm bottleneck sword cultivator should have.

It wasn’t that Fan Dache’s temperament was not enough, or that he was timid, but that he was in an awkward situation. Killing enemies on the battlefield was not like the sparring in the Ning Mansion and Yan family’s martial arts fields.

Fan Dache wanted too much to catch up with Diezhang, Chen Sanqiu, and the others’ sword techniques, and he hoped too much that he could cooperate seamlessly with his friends’ natal swords. Over time, it was interlocking, and one wrong step led to another, and instead Chen Sanqiu and the others had to help him out.

Originally, from the city wall, even a terrestrial immortal sword cultivator who exhausted his eyesight would only see a blurred battlefield in the distance, but now, as long as a middle-fifth realm sword cultivator concentrated on one place, he could see every detail.

Chen Ping An knew that this was the credit of the three Confucian, Buddhist, and Taoist saints. It was a kind of mysterious good fortune power that helped the Sword Qi Great Wall create a natural advantage of suppressing the world.
Chen Ping’an approached Fan Dache, whose face was tense but couldn’t hide a hint of sorrow in his eyes. He didn’t step onto the city wall, only poking his head out to survey the southern battlefield. Then, focusing his voice into a thin line, he chuckled softly, “It’s not like we’re joining forces to kill some Upper Fifth Realm great demon. Just focus on your own swordplay. Don’t worry about Dong Heitan and Yan Pangzi. As long as their flying swords heavily wound a demon race member, and it’s not quite dead, you just stealthily swoop in and stab it with your sword. Don’t waste the free war merits. Are those Golden Core Realm great sword immortals really going to be so shameless as to snatch the credit from a Dragon Gate Realm little sword cultivator like you? Where’s the friendship? Right?”

The stacked flying swords advanced fearlessly, the sword intent as pure as the man himself.

Dong Hua Fu habitually pursued Die Zhang with his sword. These two were both fierce individuals who only looked forward, so Chen Sanqiu and Yan Zhuo would each coordinate with Die Zhang and Dong Hua Fu respectively. Of course, they also needed to kill enemies on their own. Having fought side-by-side three times, their coordination was incredibly smooth, creating an atmosphere akin to a small world.

Ning Yao’s invisible flying sword was specifically for dealing with troublesome demons. While Die Zhang and the other three were breaking through enemy lines and killing enemies, they were also essentially sweeping and assessing the strength of the demons on the battlefield. Ning Yao, with her single sword, was essentially holding the rear, ensuring the other four could wield their swords without worry.

So Fan Dache seemed rather superfluous, feeling like the biggest burden.

Fan Dache had previously practiced swordsmanship at the Ning Manor, in a Mustard Seed Small World with these friends, even practicing many times. He wasn’t some fledgling sword cultivator who had never faced the heat of battle.

The only reason was that these friends were too exceptional. Opportunities on the battlefield were fleeting, and danger and unforeseen events could appear in an instant.

Fan Dache couldn’t keep up with Die Zhang and the others, neither his thoughts nor his flying sword speed.

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Fan Dache didn’t turn his head to speak with Chen Ping’an, nor did he let it distract him from his swordplay.

This was the habit of sword cultivators from the Sword Qi Great Wall, hardened by battlefield slaughter.

Without any hesitation or embarrassment, Fan Dache followed Chen Ping’an’s advice, doing as the Second Shopkeeper said. He stopped trying to cooperate with Chen Sanqiu and the others to kill demons, instead seizing opportunities to deliver the finishing blow to those on the verge of death. Chen Ping’an had long said that picking up kills on the battlefield was like picking up money, relying solely on one’s true ability. If anyone dared to call him shameless, he would spray them with the finest Bamboo Sea Grotto Heaven wine from the Sword Qi Great Wall.

After observing the battle for a moment, Chen Ping’an continued to remind, “Fan Dache, your flying sword twelve *zhang* to the left, that heavily wounded demon is playing dead. Go, give it a stab.”

A sharp sword pierced through the head of the demon lying prone on the ground.

Chen Ping’an glanced at that area of the battlefield and continued, “Fan Dache, you can control your flying sword and temporarily leave Die Zhang’s battlefield. Don’t deliberately try to keep up. Go to a slightly more distant area and stab all the corpses, whether they’re playing dead or not. Attacking these kinds of characters is safer because they’re the least likely to be suicide soldiers. Don’t be greedy. There’s plenty of war merit to be had, as long as you don’t damage the foundation of your flying sword. Just treat the southern battlefield as a brand-new martial arts training ground. If you want to catch up with Chen Sanqiu and the others, you have to watch and think more while wielding your sword. Sooner or later, you’ll be able to successfully predict their sword trajectories, and then you won’t feel like you’re just getting in the way.”

“Withdraw your sword! It’s a suicide soldier. Let Yan Pangzi go tease it first.”

“See that? That beast is clearly a little cunning. Unable to gain an advantage over Chen Sanqiu and the others, it wants to pick on you, thinking you’re easy prey. In this kind of situation, don’t hesitate, just run. It’s a pity your acting is a little lacking. What fleeing demon would have such a determined look in their eyes and such a steady hand? An opponent with a steady hand is often ruthless, so you have to be extra careful. Your natal flying sword isn’t resilient enough right now, and you’re not at the Golden Core Realm, and you’re not rich young masters like Chen Sanqiu and Yan Pangzi, throwing countless resources at their flying swords. So when you wield your sword, don’t just blindly seek speed and accuracy. You’re not the same kind of person, so don’t wield the same kind of sword. You have to recognize that.”

“Dache, don’t waste such a good name. At least have an epiphany, okay? There’s a Golden Core Realm great demon half-dead, lying there waiting for you to send it off. Its Golden Core has already been shattered by Die Zhang. I told you not to just blindly seek speed, but that doesn’t mean you should be slow when you should be fast. Look, Yan Pangzi stole the credit.”

“Northeast direction, twenty-three *zhang* away, do you see that demon race cultivator? It just lost a magical artifact and is hesitant. It’s only being intimidated by the supervising great demon behind it, unable to directly retreat. It can’t fake it. Dache, what are you standing there for? Kill it. Well, Die Zhang stole it again. Dache, do you secretly like our Great Shopkeeper?”

“The one facing off against Chen Sanqiu is probably a Nascent Soul great demon who’s hiding its strength, at least at the Golden Core bottleneck, thick-skinned and tough-fleshed. But that magical artifact is too clumsy. You can go help a little, but remember to keep your flying sword as close to the ground as possible, and if you can, find an opportunity to stab it in the crotch. Don’t try to attack the head or heart or other vital spots. That beast is clearly coming for Chen Sanqiu and the others. This fight is going to be a long one. Dache, that crotch stab had a true sword immortal flair. Take what you can get and run. The great demon is watching you. Let Dong Heitan take the heat.”

A Upper Fifth Realm demon race member, originally responsible for monitoring the battlefield, seemed to notice the anomaly in this area of the battlefield.

It was also a Jade Purity Realm demon race sword cultivator. A rainbow-like sword light shot straight towards the city wall, aimed directly at Chen Ping’an, who was only showing his head.

But Ning Yao’s sword on her back unsheathed itself and deflected the sword light with a single strike. The flying sword fell to the ground, creating a dusty crater below the city wall. The demon race sword cultivator, failing in its attack, controlled its flying sword and vanished in a flash, moving erratically underground before finally circling back.

Ning Yao’s sword returned to its sheath on its own. She remained composed, continuing to hunt demons with her natal flying sword in the distance.

Among the group, only Ning Yao’s natal flying sword never returned to the city wall after three days and three nights.

On the battlefield, golden phoenixes soared from the Sword Qi Great Wall towards the southern battlefield, slaughtering demons.

The natal flying sword of sword immortal Gao Kui was as large as a ferry boat, descending from the sky.

Zhou Cheng’s natal flying sword, “Seven Colors,” traveled crazily across the ground, splashing countless severed limbs and corpses in its wake.
Ning Lianyun, the patriarch of the Ning clan, after offering his natal flying sword, summoned a vast expanse of cloud seas above the battlefield. Sword qi rained down like a torrential downpour, plummeting towards the earth.

Within the ranks of the desolate wilderness army, a great demon unleashed its mystical power, commanding a swarm of crows to form a vast, black cloud, sweeping towards the city walls. Many sword cultivators, unable to evade in time, had their flying swords veering off course. Some natal swords that plunged into the black cloud shattered instantly, as if ground into powder by a millstone, leaving the sword cultivators on the city walls as bloodied figures.

Naturally, Ning Lianyun would not allow the great demon to succeed in disrupting the sword formation with the crow-filled black cloud. With a subtle shift of intent, he manipulated one of his cloud seas.

The crow-filled black cloud collided head-on with the cloud sea controlled by the venerable sword immortal, Ning Lianyun.

A young sword immortal from the Nalan family, who had rarely drawn his sword, extended his hand and pushed forward. Above the great demon who had unleashed the black cloud of crows, a crystalline, white jade platform descended, smashing straight towards the demon’s head.

The great demon didn’t even attempt to resist, retreating hastily. The jade platform crashed down upon the demon race army within a radius of several li, covering the earth and instantly causing blood to splatter everywhere.

Moreover, the great demon seemed to be targeted by some strange mystical power of the sword immortal. No matter how it fled or changed its course, the white jade platform, brimming with boundless sword qi, continued to fall repeatedly, causing countless collateral damage.

Eighteen white jade platforms fell in succession, finally managing to envelop and suppress the great demon, which had nowhere to escape. The demon was forced to reveal its true form, bearing the weight of the crushing jade platform. As the continuously cracking jade platform completely exploded, the demon’s true form was also smashed into the earth below, with half of its body’s flesh and blood ground away. The demon glared fiercely at the sword immortal who had struck from the city walls, then transformed back into human form, coldly snorted, and chose to temporarily leave the battlefield to recuperate.

The sword immortal on the city walls departed from the southern section and headed north to meditate and recuperate.

Another sword immortal moved from the north to the south, replacing the first to oversee that area.

As long as a great demon dared to act, the sword immortals on the city walls had to retaliate with their swords.

Furthermore, any great demon who had acted once on the battlefield, the next time it appeared, as long as it showed itself within striking range, the great sword immortals also had to proactively strike with their swords.

If a great demon was brazen and unafraid of death, and stood close enough, then Yue Qing, Ning Lianyun, Han Huaizi, Li Tuimi, and all other great sword immortals of the Immortal Realm not among the top ten, whether they struck individually or together, if they failed to severely injure the demon after striking, then all of them would have their war merits reduced.

This was the rule of the Sword Qi Great Wall, an iron law personally established by the Eldest Sword Immortal.

Besides this, the demon race armies led by Jade Purity Realm cultivators were free to act and would not be specifically targeted by the great sword immortals on the city walls. The Sword Qi Great Wall accepted whatever losses the sword cultivators suffered.

Every sword cultivator, in addition to exerting their full power to wield their swords, kill demons, and defend against enemies, should first learn self-preservation in the process of continuous fighting.

A dead sword immortal was simply dead.

A living sword cultivator, even if they had not yet become an Earth Immortal, possessed countless possibilities.

If it were not so, where would the skilled and battle-hardened sword immortals come from? Were sword cultivators to hide and cower, relying solely on the cautious protection of their predecessors?

Therefore, Chen Qingdu’s words to Ning Yao, “In my heart, no one is indispensable!”, revealed a cruel truth that the Eldest Sword Immortal had never concealed from any junior for ten thousand years.

The battle was fierce and the fighting treacherous, present everywhere.

And at the two ends of the city walls, as well as high above the Sword Qi Great Wall, where the sages of the Confucian, Buddhist, and Daoist religions were seated, there was an even more silent but simultaneously more crucial hidden battlefield.

The old Daoist sage, seated at the highest point in the sky, waved the white horsetail whisk in his hand again and again, dispersing the smoke and clouds, like a renowned scholar sitting alone on a mountain peak, brushing away impurities and clearing away the summer heat, a figure of eternal elegance.

The monk, sitting on a prayer mat, silently chanted scriptures, causing golden lotus flowers to bloom everywhere, constantly rising into the air, forming a golden river, floating with lanterns made of lotus flowers.

The Confucian sage sat upright, unfolding a book of sages and worthies. The golden words on the book flew off one by one. When a book of sages and worthies was finished, it became blank and without a single word. The sage would then open the next book of sages and worthies.

Chen Ping’an had already left Fan Dache’s battlefield, appearing near Pang Yuanji, remotely offering the Flying Sword Cou Lei and Song Zhen to help set up diversions, knowing when to stop. He also showed up near Gao Yehou and Situ Weiran, offering some small assistance. He did not linger where the sword immortals were stationed, but would stop briefly for regular customers of his wine shop, those mid-fifth realm sword cultivators who had drunk his wine. He would not only offer two imitation swords, but would also use the Flying Swords First and Fifteenth to kill enemies swiftly and decisively, but would never stay in one place for too long, nor would he strike along a single line. He would occasionally return to the battlefields where he had previously struck, and then walk hundreds of miles away, saving a sword cultivator’s natal sword if he could, and killing demons when he could, never being reckless or greedy for merit.

Moreover, sometimes he was the black-clothed youth with a wooden expression, sometimes he was the withered old man.

When Chen Ping’an hesitated, weighing the female mask in his hand, wondering whether or not to put it on, a sword immortal in charge of protecting the formation couldn’t bear it any longer and mocked him with a mental message: “You second-realm great cultivator, have some shame, will you?”

This sword immortal had a very good relationship with Yue Qing and Mi Hu. When they went to Yue Qing to ask about the sword, he was one of the sword immortals who went out of the city to mediate.

Chen Ping’an raised a middle finger at the sword immortal, then gritted his teeth, decisively put on the mask, and walked with steps that were indeed as graceful as a woman’s.

Then, he helped a group of young sword cultivators to secretly and furtively wield their swords. The sword immortal in the distance was first stunned, then burst into laughter, and was very impressed with this scholar of the Literary Sage lineage, whom he had previously disliked.

After laughing, the sword immortal looked at the young figure with the blood stains slightly seeping through the clothing shop’s robe. The sword immortal collected his thoughts and continued to protect the formation for the many flying swords of the sword cultivators who had left the city walls.

The sword immortal faced south, carefully paying attention to every detail of the battlefield, while at the same time, a thought arose deep in his heart: perhaps only a young man like this could be Zuo You’s junior brother, and could be someone on whom the Eldest Sword Immortal placed a heavy bet.

And could be a match for Ning Yao.