Cultivating with Bragging System

Chapter 728 368: Cold Mountain City Under Attack, Demon Race Invasion_1

Since the Painting Immortal attained the Dao through painting and proved himself a Quasi-Emperor Supreme countless years ago, Cold Mountain City, his consecrated training ground, had become the sole and unrivaled Holy Land for the Dao of Painting in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

Every practitioner who specialized in the Dao of Painting under the heavens dreamed of making their mark in this place. If one could gain fame here, one could become renowned throughout the world overnight. If one was lucky enough to be guided by a disciple of the Painting Immortal on Little Cold Mountain, it would be a story to boast about for a lifetime. After all, that would make one a part of the "Painting Immortal Lineage"!

As the years went by, this place, though named Cold Mountain, was abuzz with activity all year round, making it one of the Yaoguang Heavenly Realm's busiest celestial cities.

At this moment, in a small, frigid courtyard, a beautiful woman with exceptionally fair skin stood under a flowering tree, gazing toward Little Cold Mountain. "The Red Devils failed!"

Beside her, a man clad in black armor said coldly, "Their only task was to capture a young girl, and they failed? Don't tell me they couldn't even handle a single Bei Mingzi? Where are they now?"

"Dead!"

As the woman's calm voice fell, the chill in the courtyard intensified.

The black-armored man's pupils constricted. "Who did it? There was no one else nearby!"

The woman let out a pleasant, regretful sigh. "An unexpected complication."

The man in black armor looked at her exquisite profile. "What are the Master's instructions?"

"We move ahead of schedule!"

"Isn't it risky without one of his closest blood relatives?"

"Wu Daozong wishes to follow the Ancient Methods. He plans to devour the world's cultivators of the Dao of Painting to complete his own Dao and step into the supreme realm... but most of them are still en route!" the woman said slowly, stepping toward the courtyard gate.

She wore a long red dress, yet her flawless back was completely exposed, giving her an extremely seductive appearance. The only things adorning her skin were the purple Demon Patterns engraved upon it, which looked especially sinister and bizarre.

"So, he isn't fully prepared either!"

The words had barely left her lips when a pair of massive black wings unfurled from her back, blotting out the sky with a palpable, ominous Demonic Qi. She soared into the air, her terrifying aura enveloping the entirety of Cold Mountain City.

"This is... Demonic Qi!"

"Oh no, the Demon Race has invaded!"

"Don't be afraid, this is Cold Mountain City!"

"..."

In an instant, the entire Cold Mountain City was thrown into chaos. Many cultivators were left in a stupor.

Have the Demon Race gone mad? Who doesn't know Cold Mountain City is the dojo of the senior Painting Immortal? How dare they target this place?

However, in the next moment, terror gripped them all.

A delicate little tower suddenly appeared in the beautiful woman's hand. Emitting an infinite purple Demonic Light, it shot into the nine heavens, seemingly replacing the blazing sun as it hung suspended over the city.

BOOM!

The sky abruptly darkened. All heavenly light vanished, leaving only a dense, rampaging Demonic Qi where a tide of Shadow Fiends surged.

…

Deep within Cold Mountain City, atop a pristine, snow-capped peak, stood a quaint courtyard. Plum trees and chrysanthemums were planted within, while peach blossoms stretched over the wall from outside, creating an exceptionally vibrant scene.

An old man slowly walked out of a house. He looked up at the Demon Domain forming in the sky, his expression calm. Several figures appeared silently in the courtyard.

"Master!"

"The Demon Race has acted ahead of schedule. What should we do?"

"..."

"What is there to panic about?" The old man, hands clasped behind his back, squinted at the scene above. "Them acting early means something unexpected happened that disrupted their plans! For us... this is a good thing!"

Hearing this, a round-faced woman behind him asked worriedly, "But our plan has also been disrupted!"

The old man chuckled. "So, if everything is in chaos, why should we be the ones to panic?"

His words left everyone staring at each other. Although they felt the master was right, something about it still seemed odd.

"Go on!" the old man said with a wave of his hand.

The figures understood immediately and vanished from where they stood.

Only one middle-aged man remained. He asked uneasily, "Father! Lingxiu, she..."

"Focus on the task at hand!" Wu Daozong's voice rang out before he could finish, his sharp glance cutting him off.

The middle-aged man's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly bowed his head. "Yes!"

…

High in the sky, the Demon Tower shrouded the entire city, continuously raining down Demonic Light and transforming the cityscape into a Demon Domain.

BUZZZZ!

The void was continuously torn asunder by the Demon Tower. One portal after another materialized, and a vast number of Shadow Fiends poured out of them.

"HEH HEH HEH!"

"Humans! So many humans!"

"Feast to our hearts' content! HEH HEH HEH..."

"..."

Soon, the firmament was swarming with Shadow Fiends, so many that they blotted out the sky. Still more poured forth, descending upon the city like a plague.

"Demons!"

"So many demons!"

"We can't kill them all! There's just no end to them!"

"..."

A great battle erupted between heaven and earth. Countless runes of light surged and erupted, clashing with the Demonic Qi. The area was set ablaze, drowned in the light of spiritual combat.

"You audacious Demonic Beasts! How dare you lay a hand on Cold Mountain City? You're courting death..."

Just then, a man's figure appeared in the sky. He was noble and imposing, holding a large brush, with which he wrote the character for 'Death' across the heavens. The character began to glow, becoming as dazzling as a great sun, and showered infinite rays of light upon the demonic horde. Instantly, the Demonic Qi evaporated, and the demons screamed in agony as countless of their kind dissolved in that single moment.

"It's the Celestial Brush Immortal! Little Cold Mountain has made its move!"

Someone recognized the man with the large brush. He was one of the Painting Immortal's disciples, a renowned Heavenly Immortal Realm powerhouse who had endured more than a dozen Heavenly Tribulations. He displayed his divine might the moment he acted, slaying innumerable Demonic Beasts and filling everyone with hope.

"Heh heh... A lofty disciple of the Painting Immortal. Allow me to test your skills!" a chilling laugh echoed through the sky.

A massive Bone Dragon emerged from a crack in the void, its presence terrifying. Demonic Qi erupted from its body like a tsunami, the waves of energy solidifying as they swept out and instantly demolished countless mountains. The city's protective Formation had already been activated, but it rippled intensely from the sheer force of the dragon's aura, a clear sign of its overwhelming power.

The Celestial Brush Daoist's aura was suppressed in an instant. He desperately wrote several large characters in the air but was still no match. Struck by a blast of Demonic Light from the Bone Dragon's mouth, his face turned deathly pale, and he fell from the sky, forced to retreat into the Formation to save himself.

"A Sky Demon Emperor!"

A Demonic Beast of this level can actually appear here? What about the Holy Land? Why isn't the Holy Land taking action?

"..."

The cultivators were stunned. A Sky Demon Emperor was comparable to a Heavenly Immortal who had overcome the Twelve Tribulations, their strength far exceeding that of an ordinary Demon Emperor. Such beings were rare even in the Demon Realm, and every one of them was closely watched by the Human Race's experts. How could one have infiltrated the Nine Heavens Realm so silently, penetrating this deep into their territory without any prior warning?

Soon, an even more terrifying scene unfolded.

A colossal rift was torn open in the sky, and a massive shape was hauled through it. The object was pitch-black, shaped like a mountain or some ferocious, prehistoric beast. It took the combined effort of over a hundred Demonic Beasts, each larger than a mountain, just to move it into position and aim it at the formation-shielded Cold Mountain City.

"Bombard it!" From the high firmament, the Demon Race woman commanding the Demon Tower issued her cold order.

BOOM!

In an instant, the demonic artifact lit up. An energy pulsing with destruction gathered within it before spitting out a terrifying beam of light that struck Cold Mountain City directly.

CRACK!

In an instant, the Formation protecting Cold Mountain City shattered