that many spirit stones either." Lu Xia Tian said.“Since none of these are here, what are you still following me for” The bald old man showed anger on his face. Originally, he was already extremely d...After Luo Qing and Yuan Hao emerged victorious, the number of cultivators at the Yuan Ying level among the human race nearly equaled that of the Ghost Race.

While the disparity is less pronounced, lower-level cultivators still clearly lag behind.

At that moment, within the walls of Moon-Gazing City, a colossal crimson drum rose into the air. As this blood-colored drum appeared, a desolate yet fervent energy surged forth like quicksilver, engulfing the battlefield spanning thousands of miles around Moon-Gazing City.

That large drum was over ten meters in diameter. An old man with one blind eye stood there, and judging from his cultivation, he was also a Yuan Ying cultivator. However, this person resembled a withered scroll, with almost no vitality left in his body. He had stepped into the gates of death with one foot.

At a glance, they resembled fallen leaves in the wind, ready to wither at any moment. Close behind the blind old man were fourteen or fifteen other Nascent Soul cultivators whose auras were almost identical.

“Azure Sun Blood Drum!”

The powerful figures of the Ghost Clan, seeing the blood-colored drum rising into the sky, let out a startled cry. In ancient times, myriad tribes thrived in the untamed wilderness. Ancient cultivators fought across the South Heaven and North Earth, forging a path for the prosperity of future generations. Countless ancient cultivators gave their lives and spilled their blood.

The sound of war drums, shaking the night, awakening the dawn, warriors clad in the fading sunlight, their figures straight and unyielding, dragging themselves along the road of the campaign.

In the twilight of Cangyang, blood stains the wasteland, white bones are buried in green hills, and the drums of war never cease.

"Our human race has stood tall among countless races for millennia, enduring through time and existing alongside heaven and earth. We are not to be underestimated by your dark clan! Today, I shall show you, ghost clan, the might of our ancestors who banished demons and eradicated ghosts!"

“Mighty and profound, the sword shakes the desolate lands. Majestically so, the Azure Yang lies upon the path, endlessly vast, blood weeps across the heavens...”

A blind old man, and fourteen other cultivators with waning life force and barely enough strength to fight, Qi Ying sang a song of the wild.

The Great Wilderness Song echoed with the ancient desolate aura of the Azure Sun Blood Drum.

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“The Cangyang Blood Drum has long since disappeared with the ancient cultivators, what you hold is merely a counterfeit! My Ghost Clan fears nothing!” Ao Du, the Ghost King, roared ferociously, awakening many of the Ghost Cultivators who were being intimidated. Although low-level Ghost Cultivators make up the majority, once their morale falters, the consequences are unimaginable.”

“Haha, although the genuine artifact of Cangyang Blood Drum is no longer in this world, the pioneering and indomitable spirit of ancient cultivators remains eternal. Even this replica allows us to experience the grandeur and courage of those ancient cultivators who battled the wilderness! ” The blind old man and others laughed heartily at the sky, then continued to sing the song of the desolate lands.

"Fellow cultivators, we have but a few years left. Even the longest-lived among us has only a dozen or so years of lifespan remaining. We are no longer capable of battle. To be able to spend our remaining years together, comprehending the state of mind of ancient cultivators, is truly a great blessing."

"Beat the drums!"

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“Vast and profound is the mystery, the sword vibrates through the wilds. Majestically, the azure sky lies upon the path, grandly, blood weeps across the heavens...”

With a resounding boom! The ten cultivators, now withered elders at the twilight of their lifespan, had joined forces for one final strike, aimed at the crimson war drum.

A grand song of desolation, desolate yet majestic, powerful with a tinge of melancholy and an undercurrent of relentless pursuit. The human warriors, including Lu Xiaoteng, seem to see the primordial wilderness in their minds: towering trees, rampant demons and ghosts, where humans were confined to a meager corner. Ancient cultivators, sensing the power of heaven and earth, struggled to survive amidst the battles of countless races, forging their path with swords and axes, carving out space for existence. Countless souls fell on the battlefield, staining the setting sun red, yet countless others followed in their footsteps, undeterred...

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Passion, crisis, mingled with the melancholy of unfulfilled ambitions.......

"Towering and majestic, the Azure Yang lies prostrate on the path. Vast and boundless, blood weeps across the heavens..."

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... A dozen infant cultivators rose with the last vestiges of their strength, pounding on the blood drum. They drew countless people into this melancholy yet heroic mood, filling their hearts with desolation and their spirits with fervor. With each beat of the drum that resonated deep within their souls, countless cultivators chanted the Great Desolate Song together.

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Lu Xia Tian's heart also surged with a wave of heat, and his mana circulated faster than usual. He was startled inwardly and glanced at the dozen or so elderly men in mid-air who were beating drums with their last strength and chanting in unison. At the same time that Lu Xia Tian resonated with them, he also had an epiphany. To expend such a great effort and cost, it seemed that they were not simply trying to create resonance among themselves.

This is a test.

This Azure Yang Blood Drum, crafted according to ancient cultivation techniques, is a replica. Though it can stimulate a cultivator's qi and blood, and awaken the potential of cultivators, it has little effect on Nascent Soul cultivators.

However, looking at the excited expressions of those cultivators in the Golden Core, Foundation Establishment, and Qi Refining stages, their spirit and energy were far superior to before. The battlefield spanning several hundred miles was completely enveloped by this Cang Yang Blood Drum. The entire human race's momentum was soaring. Although their numbers were significantly lower than those of the demon race.

But Cang Yang's blood drum didn't just elevate their strength, it also immersed all the cultivators in the tragic grandeur of the ancestors who carved out a space for survival. United against a common enemy, they pushed forward together, unleashing an even greater power, reaching a peak that pressed back the Ghost Clan's momentum.

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The sound of drums boomed, one after another. Countless human blood stained the battlefield, but even more were the fallen ghosts. Peng, a frail late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator, had reached the end of his life and exhausted his mana, turning into a wisp of flying ash that disappeared into the air. "The Azure Yang Blood Drum appears in the world, recreating the aura of ancient cultivators' battles. To witness this scene, one has no regrets in this life. It's a pity that I couldn't see the victory of our human race with my own eyes. Fellow Daoists, when the time comes for his memorial service, don't forget to bring news of our triumph. This old man will take the first step..."

In the void, the old man's voice gradually drifted away, becoming faint and then vanishing. Yet, his heroic and desolate determination to face death left a deep impression on everyone's minds.

“Fellow cultivator Cang Hong, do not rush. This old man is coming…” The blind old man followed closely behind, disappearing without a trace…

"Towering and majestic, Azure Sun lies upon the path. Vast and boundless, blood weeps across the heavens. The War Ghost Clan in the starry wilderness, strikes down ten thousand demons in the Abyss of Nothingness. Sweeping away the howling beasts from all corners of the world, pacifying the savage enemies of the Eight Desolations. Phoenix cries nine times to the sky, bathing in flames and seeking the Way. Dragon battles in the wilds, its blood dark and yellow..."

Although countless warriors perished, the waves of the Great Wilderness Song sung by millions of cultivators rose ever higher. A grand aura of the human race gradually coalesced, surging through the air. Even that sky-piercing and rampant demonic energy seemed to be suppressed.

Yuan Hao made his move, once again facing the intense battle with a Skeleton Ghost King. The latter was attacked by the Fiery Yang Twin Arm Swords, crafted with a special technique by the Ancient Sword Sect. The swords, resembling two blazing suns, flew through the air toward their target.

On Luo Qing's side, he remained like a cold and noble lone moon. Once his sword was drawn, it seemed to emit a mysterious moonlight that flowed from the clouds, yet it was also undeniably sharp.

Fifty or sixty Yuan Ying cultivators fought fiercely with the Ghost King, turning the battlefield into a chaotic mess. The low-ranking human race, spurred on by the Cang Yang Blood Drum, had completely recovered from their previous defeat. Within thousands of miles of the war zone, shouts and harrowing screams formed a continuous chorus. Heaven and earth were filled with blood, so much that the sun and moon were obscured. Lu Xia Tian and the Wolf Scorpion Ghost King before him also rampaged through Wang Yue City, fighting from within its walls to outside. other party had a blood-sucking mosquito demon beside him, and they had been preparing for a long time. The number of blue armor corpses controlled by the other party was unknown. These blue armor co...