Cultivation Starting from Full Talent-Chapter 615 - 613: The Bull and the Dragon

"Are the two of you okay?"

Ning Daoran turned to look at the pair.

"Just a minor injury, nothing serious..."

True Monarch Liu Yun’s arm bore crimson blood marks. Earlier, she had been simultaneously besieged by seven Blood Demons, and in the chaos, failed to defend herself entirely, resulting in a bite on her arm. However, for a cultivator at Nascent Soul Mid-stage, such an injury was inconsequential—the wound was shallow and hadn’t touched bone or tendon, merely a surface injury.

True Monarch Du’e remained unscathed, though his Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella bore marks from Blood Demons’ teeth, which caused him some heartache.

After this exploration of Taixu Immortal Realm, the resources required to refine and repair the Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella alone would be astronomical. This umbrella, a life-bound item integral to his advancement to Nascent Soul Mid-stage, demanded repairs using the finest materials. Any degradation in grade would be an irreparable loss.

"Something’s not right..."

Ning Daoran furrowed his brows and turned sharply.

From the stone pathway came thunderous tremors, accompanied by an ominous oppressive aura. A powerful Demon Qi was swiftly approaching from the distance!

"Stay alert—it’s Nascent Soul Late-stage!"

True Monarch Du’e’s face instantly grew heavy with concern.

"Prepare the array!"

True Monarch Liu Yun raised her hand and activated several Fourth-tier Arrays. But here, among the aerial structures, the power of the White Dragon Sea Splitting Formation was reduced by more than half.

Ning Daoran narrowed his eyes as he gazed forward.

In the void, a massive shadow loomed into sight.

It was a Black Bull tens of meters tall, its entire body covered with long, unruly fur. Beneath grotesquely twisted horns, two blood-red eyes were fixed on Ning Daoran and the others, its scorching breaths raising the surrounding temperature significantly.

This was a Nascent Soul Late-stage Black Bull. Who knew how many millennia it had lived? Its presence evoked a sense of immortality, as if its lifespan rivaled heaven and earth itself. The murderous intent emanating from its blood-red eyes was so piercing that a mere glance sent chills down one’s spine.

"Siiiii--"

Wisps of crimson energy rose from its head. Moments later, atop the bull appeared a Nascent Soul-level old Daoist clad in robes, exuding an aura of Immortal Charm.

The old Daoist spoke with a smile, narrowing his eyes: "I’ve cultivated for ten thousand years. As I near the final stage of my life, I never expected to still be able to accomplish something for the Demon Clan."

"Three young ones, your arrival in Taixu Immortal Realm is courting death! This realm has long been devoid of Immortals; it belongs to my Demon Clan. Leave at once, lest you bring calamity upon yourselves."

"Hmph!"

True Monarch Du’e clasped his hands in a mocking salute and said with a smile: "Senior, could you possibly be the legendary Taoist Niu? Rumor has it that among the Immortals residing in Taixu Immortal Realm, one was a Daoist master who kept a Black Bull. However, that bull had an impure mind and was exiled from Immortal Island after devouring human flesh. If I’m not mistaken, Senior is none other than that bull rejected from Immortal Island. Is it so?"

"You little beast!"

The Black Bull’s eyes instantaneously turned fierce and deadly. "You dare poke your fingers into affairs beyond your reach?"

Having hit a nerve, the Black Bull abandoned all pretense.

"For one who’s lived ten thousand years, you sure remain so volatile. I can’t comprehend it," True Monarch Du’e remarked sarcastically as he secretly transmitted a message to Ning Daoran and True Monarch Liu Yun. "Junior Brother Ning, Fellow Daoist Liu Yun, this Black Bull’s cultivation is deep. Yet we’re its targets now. We have no choice but to face it head-on, potentially at the cost of our lives. If we don’t kill this ancient demon, escaping would merely postpone our doom!"

"Fellow Daoist Du’e speaks the truth,"

True Monarch Liu Yun replied. "Then let’s prepare to fight for our lives!"

With that, True Monarch Liu Yun unleashed her full reserves and began arranging dozens of arrays in succession. However, due to the suspended pathway, the array flags and plates could only hover in mid-air rather than be deeply embedded into the ground, causing each array to waver unsteadily.

Ning Daoran furrowed his brows and shouted, "Attack!"

Flashes of lightning surrounded him as he teleported to the top of the bull’s head and delivered a ferocious spear strike downward!

"Peng!"

The Black Bull’s twisted horns, resembling gnarled vines, intercepted the lethal spear strike. A reverberating hum echoed as Big Green Dragon was sent flying backward.

Such immense power!

Ning Daoran’s expression turned grave—his spear had completely failed to breach the defense. Simply put, he hadn’t even touched his opponent’s "health bar."

"Hmph!"

The Black Bull snorted disdainfully, releasing a terrifying Spiritual Pressure. Instantly, the surrounding space seemed to collapse. Ning Daoran bore the brunt of the force, and his Spiritual Power circulation faltered. This pressure was nothing short of terrifying, surpassing even the Nine-Headed Snake he’d faced earlier!

"Kill!"

True Monarch Du’e stepped forward atop the Seven Treasures Heavenly Umbrella, wielding two Divine Swords that slashed through the void to cover Ning Daoran.

However, a gust of wind from the Black Bull knocked the swords askew, missing their target entirely. Instead, with a swift turn, the Bull’s massive body collided into True Monarch Du’e, sending him hurtling into the dark abyss.

"Damn it!"

From the darkness came True Monarch Du’e’s startled curses.

Though he had fought numerous late Nascent Soul-level Demon Beasts before, including an intense clash with Fire God Remnant Body, the raw physical strength of this Black Bull was utterly absurd—far surpassing the Fire God’s!

"You court death!"

The Black Bull roared as its body sank, suddenly launching forward in a ferocious charge. "Peng Peng Peng!" sounded as three Third-tier top-grade Arrays were shattered in quick succession. Then its horns tore into the Nine Revolutions Ruyi Formation, piercing through the array instantly with sizzling sounds.

"Such strength..."

True Monarch Liu Yun was stunned, hurriedly throwing dozens of array flags to deploy multiple Pocket Arrays around the Black Bull in an attempt to suppress it. However, the Bull’s Spiritual Pressure was monstrous, a second wave descending from above and quickly obliterating Liu Yun’s newly-placed arrays!

"Buzz~~"

High above, the Nine Dragons Treasure Mirror radiated dazzling light. A beam of mirror light descended, enveloping the Black Bull’s massive body.

The Nine Dragons Treasure Mirror exerted a powerful suppression force, disrupting not only the opponent’s Spiritual Power and Blood Qi but also causing them to run chaotically. It was a formidable weakening ability.

"Nine Dragons Treasure Mirror?!"

The Black Bull faltered, glaring coldly at Ning Daoran. "Boy, the Nine Dragons Treasure Mirror is in your possession? Fine... I’ll..."

Before the words were finished, twenty-four flying swords materialized behind Ning Daoran, their tips collectively pointing at the Bull.

"Go!"

Ning Daoran pointed a finger. The sword lights rained down like a torrential storm!

"Damn it!"

The Black Bull roared, its fur standing on end as it condensed layers of Demonic Aura around itself, attempting to resist the incoming blades.

But those were full sets of Spiritual Treasure-level Golden Silk Swords, their sharpness incomparable. Moreover, there were twenty-four of them, weaving through and chiseling at their target relentlessly. Few in the Mortal World could withstand such an assault!

After just one round of strikes, the aura surrounding the Bull was riddled with dents and perforations. Before the Bull could recover, a second wave descended, carving new holes into its neck. Even its thick hide couldn’t withstand the sharpness of the Golden Silk Swords!

"Go!"

Catching the moment, Ning Daoran unleashed the Fire God Sword. Its blazing edge swept downward but was immediately enshrouded in dense Evil Qi.

"Boy..."

The Black Bull’s eyes gleamed with icy malice. "You truly seek death?!"

Ning Daoran’s heart sank as he hurriedly summoned the Fire Cloud Shield!

"Peng!"

From the void emerged a formidable hoof that struck him directly, forcing Ning Daoran to stagger backward while blood nearly burst from his lips.

No wonder True Monarch Du’e had suffered so terribly—the Bull’s physical prowess was utterly devastating!

"You wretched thing!"

The Black Bull’s eyes flared with wrath, its murderous intent toward Ning Daoran now fully unleashed.

"Buzz~~~"

Ning Daoran activated Big Green Dragon, his gaze steely as he stood alongside True Monarch Du’e in a defensive stance against the Bull’s onslaught. At this moment, both Ning Daoran and Du’e harbored covert anxiety; to slay this terrifying beast would undoubtedly demand an enormous sacrifice from their side.

Just then, from the distant void came another surge of dense demon energy, accompanied by a resonant voice—

"Niu, must it be this way? For three thousand years we’ve defended Taixu Immortal Realm side by side... Our bond surpasses both heaven and earth, yet you’re truly willing to leave me behind?"

In an instant, the fierce gaze of the Black Bull faltered, its eyes filling with misty sorrow.

In a softened tone, it replied, "Long, no feast lasts forever. Though we shared three thousand years of companionship, we should rejoice in this fortune..."

Its voice carried a trace of desolation: "You’ve always known that my lifespan is nearing its end. The Heavenly Dao’s punishment has robbed me of the chance to ascend to Divinity Transformation and gain eternal life. Therefore..."

"Long, take care. The three before us are formidable, unlike any Human Clan cultivators who’ve explored this realm over the years. I will strive to eliminate two of them. Should one remain, it’ll be up to you."

From afar, sorrowful sobbing echoed.

"Niu, my friend, my brother... These three thousand years have satisfied me. What more can one ask for? Rest assured, no matter the outcome, I will not spare the ones who step across your corpse. I’ll slaughter them all to honor your memory."

"Long..."

The Black Bull’s voice wavered with emotion. "Do you remember the song we once sang together?"

"I do."

"Then sing it for me one last time, as the battle song of my final campaign..."

From the distance arose Long’s spirited melody—

In ancient wars, few returned; a brother’s shout like thunder’s burn!

No matter how arrogant you boast, before a brother, time holds no boast!

Beyond the Immortal Realm, behead our foe; enemies fall, vengeance aglow!

Though screaming foes might strain their throats, beneath the heavens, I am the Bull, no one can gloat!

Fight!

A lifetime’s resolve to stay upright!

Kill!

A brother’s echo never fades from sight!

You cross plains and wade great rivers, beauty awaits where victory shivers!

I trek across nine provinces, names resound, but for countless cries I’ve earned renown!

...

Amid Long’s melody, the Bull’s gaze grew fiercer and purer.

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