Cultivation of immortality by toad starts with cultivating demons

Chapter 1917 The Holy Venerable Explores the Path and Is Being Watched

The war is about to start.

The battle between Saint Venerable cultivators lasted only a few breaths before it ended completely. None of the alien cultivators died, and only a few suffered minor injuries. On the other hand, most of the dozen or so human Saint Venerables who stepped forward were killed or wounded, and the remaining few were all controlled by the aliens.

Seeing this, Mo Fan sighed inexplicably.

The entire battle unfolded exactly as he had predicted: these cultivators stepped forward, only to be met with indifference from their fellow cultivators.

From the start to the end of the battle, the hundreds of human cultivators present simply watched silently, not one of them stepping forward to offer any assistance. Their cold-bloodedness was so absurd that even Mo Fan, a demon, found it laughable.

"It's a pity about these people..."

Shen Fengyao sighed, her words filled with regret.

"If the Zheng family doesn't speak up, which cultivator would dare to risk offending these alien races and take action?"

"Moreover, they all want someone to scout ahead, and as long as it's not them who dies, they naturally don't care who dies."

In short, someone has to die.

Since you don't want to die, then let someone else die.

Shen Yueli spoke indifferently. In addition to the Wang family's support, she also had enough means to build such a large Spring Breeze Pavilion, so she could easily see the current situation clearly.

What treasures are hidden in that canyon?

"Is it worth losing so many Saint Venerable Realm cultivators' lives?"

Shen Fengyao didn't quite understand; in her view, life was the most important thing.

"Yao'er, you are still too naive. From the moment we embark on the path of cultivation, we need to constantly strive, and only in this way can we live longer."

When you can no longer fight and can no longer win, that's when it's time to die.

In fact, it's not just us cultivators; most living beings in the world are like this, only they are fighting over different things.

Not fighting is not an option either, because not fighting means death.

"So from the very beginning, every living being in the world has been pushed by fate to fight!" Shen Yueli said with a bitter smile.

“You’re right, that’s how the path of cultivation is. Once you step onto this path, you’re no longer in control of your own destiny!”

Mo Fan nodded, somewhat agreeing with Shen Yueli's words.

While the three cultivators were talking, the alien cultivators in the distance began to force those poor Saint Venerable cultivators to go to the canyon one by one to explore the way.

The cultivators around the canyon were also watching silently.

Although there are terrifying soul demons in the canyon, the range of their activities is very limited due to the large number of spatial rifts.

The purpose of this exploration is to determine the exact range of these soul-destroying attacks and ultimately deduce a path to survival based on these locations.

The first to go scout ahead was the leader of the Sword Light Sect. He was already seriously injured, and after entering the canyon, he had only walked a few dozen feet when he was attacked by a group of Soul Fiends and eventually died without anyone noticing.

The so-called Soul Fiend is actually the evil energy formed by the fusion of countless remnant souls of living beings. This evil energy has no self-awareness and only knows how to kill. However, its attacks are very special. It does not target the physical body but only the soul. Therefore, cultivators killed by Soul Fiend often die invisibly.

After witnessing the death of the Sword Light Sect's leader, the second Saint Venerable Realm cultivator was very careful and deliberately bypassed that area. As expected, he did not disturb the Soul Fiends there. However, due to his excessive tension, he accidentally touched a hidden spatial rift, and his entire body immediately split open.

"what……!!"

The cultivator screamed in agony. After all, he was a Saint Venerable Realm cultivator. Even though his body was torn apart, he did not die. He used the power of the law to forcefully close his body again and continued to probe inside. However, he soon triggered a wave of soul evil and collapsed to the ground, completely dying.

"I...I don't want to go in!"

"Can't I just not participate in the treasure hunt?"

The third Saint Venerable Realm cultivator was trembling with fear. He had originally come for the Origin of the Realm, but after seeing fellow cultivators die so easily in that canyon, he could no longer hold back.

He is afraid!

"Alright, I am always kind-hearted. Since you don't want to go, I won't force you, fellow Daoist."

The troll chieftain grinned, then stretched out his enormous hand, as big as a door panel, and grabbed the Saint Venerable Realm cultivator's head, before exerting a sudden burst of force!

"Oh!"

The Saint Venerable Realm cultivator's head exploded, splattering red and white matter everywhere!

Before its primordial spirit could escape, it was directly sucked into the nose by the giant demon, which made the surrounding human cultivators tremble with fear.

"As I've said, going in to scout ahead might save you from death; not going in means certain death!"

The troll leader grinned maliciously at the group of terrified Holy Venerable prisoners around him, then said with a bright smile, "In short, the choice is yours. As for how you choose, I respect that decision very much, after all, I am a kind person!"

"This guy is really shameless!"

Mo Fan cursed inwardly.

"Kid, you know what shamelessness is, huh? Did your former enemies also call you that?" A childish voice echoed in Mo Fan's mind.

"Have it?"

"I'm much kinder than that ugly monster!"

Mo Fan immediately rolled his eyes, and at the same time touched his nose somewhat guiltily.

And so, one by one, the Saint Venerable Realm cultivators went to the canyon to explore, and one by one they died. One of them even planned to sneak in directly from the air, but he crashed into a hidden spatial rift and couldn't even escape with his primordial spirit. He was killed instantly.

Some cultivators, filled with fear, took to the air after entering the canyon, attempting to escape. However, a powerful alien hurled a spear from afar, piercing their bodies and obliterating their primordial spirits in the process.

The seven Saint Venerable Realm cultivators died before they could even explore half of the canyon, which greatly displeased the alien races. They immediately turned their attention to some human Saint Venerable Realm cultivators nearby.

However, these alien races understood that it was not advisable to provoke public anger at this time, so they mostly looked at some lone cultivators standing to the side and quickly launched their attack.

This naturally enraged the rogue cultivators, who immediately launched a fierce resistance, while many others fled at the first sign of trouble.

On the contrary, those protected by sects or families, though their brows were furrowed, did not make a move and remained bystanders.

Mo Fan originally wanted to see a big show, but he didn't expect that a foreign race would have their eyes on him.

"There are actually three lone individuals here!"

"I didn't expect there to be two twins. Tsk tsk, I love twins the most, especially female human cultivators. It's double the joy!"

Several alien races with lizard heads and humanoid bodies immediately flew to Mo Fan and his two companions, surrounding them and filling their orange-yellow eyes with desire.

Mo Fan looked at these alien races expressionlessly and found that they had red skin, their bodies were covered with fine scales, they had four arms, all of which had sharp claws, and they also had a thick tail behind them, just like lizardmen.

However, these lizardmen were not weak in cultivation; they were all at the Saint Venerable Realm, with the leader being at the peak of the Saint Venerable Realm.

"Fellow Daoists of the Xuanlin Clan, two female cultivators at the Saint Venerable Realm of the human race are rare resources. Don't even think about taking them all; our Wart Bear Clan will get one!"

Suddenly, several more figures flew over. These guys were all over ten feet tall, with no hair on their heads, which were covered with fleshy bumps. Their muscles were even more terrifying than those of the trolls, and their bodies were silver-white, like demonic musclemen. Their auras were all at the Saint Venerable Realm, with the lowest cultivation level among them being the mid-stage Saint Venerable!