Carefree Path Of Dreams 1060 Decisive Battle

"A disciple of the Holy Mountain, Luo You?"

Fang Yuan exchanged glances with Yan Luo, and his expression turned cold.

Mo He had offended many people from the Holy Mountain, and Luo You's master was one of them.

"I've heard all about Mo He's amazing new disciple, but why is he only at the Materialization realm? The Predatory realm and Materialization realm are only equivalent to the outside world's Foundation Establishment stage. Did a few Foundation Establishment cultivators surround you?" Luo You asked in astonishment with a clear tone of mockery.

"Fang Yuan!" All of a sudden, Beichen Yan stepped out. "I want to challenge you. We are both at the Materialization realm. This time, I won't lose!"

"I don't have time!"

Fang Yuan exchanged glances with Yan Luo as they pa.s.sed through the crowd.

"Haha… are you scared?" Beichen Yan obtained Luo You's signal and blocked their path. "Fang Yuan, I challenge you to a bloodline warrior's battle. If you refuse to accept, you're a coward!"

Among the barbarians, dying was better than being called a coward.

"Scram!" Fang Yuan glared viciously while releasing his killing intent.

Beichen Yan's expression turned pale as he backed off. Then his face turned red. "What? I-I won't."

Beichen Yan felt ashamed.

"Luo You, if you want to challenge me, I'll take you on. You don't have to sow dissension like this!" Fang Yuan turned around and said slowly, "But if we battle, it must be a battle to the death. Do you dare?"

"I…" Luo You gritted his teeth. He was about to accept when his expression suddenly changed.

A strong, ice-cold spiritual will crashed down on him.

"Not good! A Nascent Soul stage enemy!"

"Why is a cultivator at this level finding trouble with us instead of looking for an Apotheosis realm patriarch?!"

"Split up!"

…

Beichen Yan's team plunged into chaos, while Fang Yuan and Yan Luo exchanged glances and escaped toward the main camp.

"I've sent a distress signal that a Nascent Soul cultivator is here. Our Apotheosis cultivators won't sit by," Yan Luo transmitted while escaping. "It'll be fine as long as we get through this!"

How fast was a Nascent Soul cultivator? He clearly had the upper hand.

Furthermore, three familiar Golden Core spiritual wills appeared as the distance shortened.

"Haha! Barbarian boy, you can't escape!" w.a.n.g Tong's laughter resounded.

"d.a.m.n it…" Luo You's face turned pale. "Yan Luo, Fang Yuan, what did you do? You've brought the wrath of a Nascent Soul cultivator!"

"You guys deal with the soldiers. Leave the Primordial Core cultivators and the young man to me!"

A golden glow flickered, and a bald man in golden robes appeared in midair.

"Understood!" w.a.n.g Tong and his brothers responded loudly. They began controlling their spirit artifacts as they chased after the Materialization cultivators.

"Sure enough. He's coming after me!"

Fang Yuan felt a strong Nascent Soul's spiritual will lock onto him, and chills ran down his spine.

Chichi!

The next moment, resounding booms echoed, and two golden lights arrived.

In the direction of the camp, several streaks of light were also approaching. They were barbarian Apotheosis Patriarchs.

"I can't expose myself!"

He gritted his teeth and activated the third star of the Nine Star Pearl Mystic Technique. Then he swung the Nine Profound Spirit Saber backward.

Bang!

A powerful wave rushed forth, flinging him onto the ground.

At the same time, Yan Luo cried out desperately. A golden light pierced through his chest, and blood spurted out.

"This is war!"

Fang Yuan burrowed underground and withdrew his aura completely, shaking off the spiritual will detection.

"Eh?" In the air, Yellow Scorpion was slightly stunned. He extended his right hand, and two golden-jade daggers emerged. One was pristine, while the other was bloodstained.

"With a blow from a patriarch, the Primordial Core cultivator died, while the one at the Materialization realm survived? He must have a protective treasure… However, how many times can you block?"

Yellow Scorpion laughed coldly and was about to send out his daggers again when streaks of light rushed over. "Stop!"

Two Apotheosis realm barbarians flew over, floated in midair, and questioned, "Yellow Scorpion! Do you want to start a ma.s.sive battle now?"

"Haha… so be it! Do you think I'd be afraid?" Yellow Scorpion laughed heartily.

Below, w.a.n.g Tong and his two brothers worked together to launch an attack. Luo You screamed as swords lodged into his body.

"Die!" An Apotheosis realm elder was enraged. A yellow bird totem appeared, and green wind blades converged into a tornado that surged downward.

Clang!

w.a.n.g Tong and the other two were obviously not a match for the green wind blades. However, just as they were about to die, an enormous and amazingly st.u.r.dy yellow bell descended from the sky to block the green wind blades.

Although human cultivators did not have materialization magical powers, they specialized in comprehending nomological laws and refinement.

"Thank you, Elder Yellow Bell!"

w.a.n.g Tong and the other Golden Core cultivators bowed to a yellow-bearded elder at once.

"Hmph! Another one!"

An Apotheosis realm barbarian snorted as he swung his sleeve.

Numerous vines shot out, carrying the remaining barbarians toward the camp.

"It's a bit regrettable that we couldn't kill that genius this time, but we still killed two Primordial Core cultivators. This isn't bad. Let's return!"

They were already quite close to the barbarian camp. Even Nascent Soul cultivators did not want to stay here for too long.

Otherwise, even if the Immortal Patriarchs did not make a move, a group of Apotheosis realm cultivators would be sufficient to encircle and kill them.

…

"Hmm, you're Mo He's disciple, Fang Yuan?"

After flying back, an Apotheosis realm barbarian landed in the camp and stared at the surviving Fang Yuan. "It's actually a top-grade spirit artifact robe. No wonder you survived…"

His expression was faint, his current state of mind unreadable.

"Thank you, Senior. May I ask for your name?" Fang Yuan put on a bold face and bowed.

"Hmph. I am Wood Vine! Relax, I have a personal vendetta with Mo He, but I won't do anything to you!" Elder Wood Vine snorted coldly before disappearing.

"Okay, return to your camps. Those of you who have lost comrades, I believe the army commander will have orders soon!"

Fang Yuan shook his head. He ignored Beichen Yan's complicated expression and led his subordinates back to his camp.

"Sir!" A soldier stepped forward. "Commander Brutal Witch's orders! After the hundred and thousand-man commanders return, they are to practice the formation and withdraw from battle! You are to remain on standby and wait for further orders!"

"I understand!" Fang Yuan waved his hands, sending the messenger away. His expression turned serious. "… Is the decisive battle finally about to begin? Unexpectedly, the barbarians were the first to be unable to hold on!"

Even though the attackers were only a small part of the forces from the outside cultivation world, the barbarians were still unable to withstand it.

If this war of attrition had not put them in a disadvantageous position, Brutal Witch would presumably not start the decisive battle now.

It seemed like things were not looking optimistic for the barbarians in this great cultivation war.

…

Seven days later.

Two armies faced off on the Death Plains.

Large numbers of Predatory and Materialization realm barbarians stood on the gra.s.sy plains. Apotheosis realm cultivators flew in the sky, while Immortal Patriarchs remained hidden to observe the cultivator army before them.

Compared to them, the cultivator army looked more like immortals. Most of them were flying on their weapons, looking majestic. Flying s.h.i.+ps and a palace hung in the sky with Nascent Soul and Immortal Patriarchs inside them.

"At first, the barbarians had five military divisions with fifty thousand troops total, exceeding the number of the cultivators. But after the war of attrition, we barbarians suffered greater losses. The numbers are nearly the same on both sides now."

Seeing this scene, Fang Yuan was in disbelief.

Logically, barbarians had the help of totem materializations and inherently enjoyed the thrill of battle, so cultivators at the same realm should not be a threat to them.

However, this was obviously not the case.

Fang Yuan blinked and guessed. "It looks… like the enemy army commander's ability surpa.s.ses ours. Is this why we lost our advantage?"

All of a sudden, streaks of light shot out from both armies.

Rumble!

Grand auras erupted, seeming to suppress thousands of cultivators. They must have crossed the lightning tribulation and were powerhouses at the Immortal Realm!

"Brutal Child, Brutal Extinction, and Brutal Emperor greet Fellow Daoists!" Three barbarian Immortals spoke first.

Among them, Brutal Child looked like a child, while Brutal Extinction and Brutal Emperor were eight feet tall, looking as if G.o.ds of war had descended.

"Haha, no need to be polite!" Three streaks of light shot out from the cultivators' palace in the sky and transformed into three old men with the demeanor of immortals. "Xuan Yuanzi, Kun Lunzi, and Shan Shuizi greet Fellow Daoists! The three of you are pursuing the Immortal Dao as well. Is it necessary to kill each other like this?"

"Hmph. If it weren't for you, why would we fight?" Immortal Brutal Extinction grunted.

Xuan Yuanzi sighed. "This matter isn't up to us. We're acting according to the divination of our elders. In twenty years, a Demonic Tribulation will descend upon us! In preparation for that, we've reconstructed the Combat Heavenly Palace. The entire cultivation world must unite against the enemy!"

"I think you have hidden motives and want to seize his last land of peace and prosperity!" Immortal Brutal Child said bluntly.

"If you're willing to accept cultivators from the outside world, we can call off this war."

"Since we can't agree, we can only settle it on the battlefield!"

…

Immortals were all steadfast. Once they made up their mind, they would not change it easily.

He sighed before giving orders.

"Brutal Army, onward!" Brutal Witch's harsh voice mobilized the army.

"Kill!"

Numerous barbarians roared as they emitted black Qi that condensed into a giant spirit midair.

Dark clouds covered the giant spirit's lower body while its upper body was a barbarian with st.u.r.dy muscles. Its vicious fangs stuck out ferociously as it roared into the sky.

"Ten Thousand Immortal Formation, flying sword attack!"

Across them, Immortals transmitted their penetrating voices. Streaks of light shot out, and flying swords lined up closely like fine needles to create an enormous heavenly sword.

"Attack!"

"Kill!"

The black giant spirit roared and swung its fist to collide with the tip of the heavenly sword.

Heaven and earth ruptured!

The two large formations collapsed simultaneously, and countless barbarians and cultivators vomited blood.

"Change formation, materializations go!" Brutal Witch issued another order. The five great military divisions split into ten-thousand-man armies.

Roar Roar!

Totem materializations flew upward. Finally, they converged at one spot and turned into an Azure Dragon, Phoenix, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Taotie!