The Forbidden Path to Immortality - Chapter 185

Chapter 2: The End of the Family
Before he could finish his words, the yellow-robed Taoist’s crown shattered, his long, glossy black hair falling down, covering his face. Then, a flash of sword light as white as snow appeared. It was as if an iceberg had been lifted from the turbulent sea. A biting chill permeated every limb, ignoring Li Xun’s protective true energy. His
burning blood energy, stimulated by this, roared angrily, and a dark red mist expanded, dispelling the chill.
Simultaneously, the blood and sword energy collided, sending a series of visible and invisible ripples through the atmosphere. Amidst the humming and trembling, a dozen or so nearby cultivators, still unable to disperse, suddenly cried out in agony. Their protective energy shattered in an instant, and their exposed flesh withered and shrank at a visible rate. Then, they shook violently, as if brushed by an iron brush and then struck by a heavy hammer, instantly crumbling and disintegrating.
The first encounter between the two was a relentless head-on collision, a stark contrast to the numerous True One Grandmasters of the East China Sea.
The surrounding cultivators suffered greatly. The bloody scene had barely left their eyes when a second wave of impact arrived.
This second shockwave was silent, yet its force and reach far surpassed the first.
Within a radius of two or three miles, centered around Li Xun and Qing Yin, the sea breeze and torrential rain faltered, and mist rose. An unfathomable amount of rainwater evaporated instantly, while the outer layers of rain splattered in all directions, striking the people like arrows and stones.
At the center, blazing white sword light and dark crimson blood mist intertwined, completely obscuring the two figures. A series of hissing and trembling sounds, intertwined and impacted, spread out, transforming into a distorted, piercing crescendo, ever-increasing.
Seeing this scene, the fleeing cultivators retreated even further, the ever-increasing crescendo of sound like the shadow of death, urging them to die.
In just a few breaths, the shrill sound reached the limit of human hearing, and the nearby cultivators wished they could cover their ears to block the sound waves from penetrating.
At that moment, a brilliant light shone between the sea and the sky!
Everyone within a hundred miles witnessed the twisted purple lightning. The forked lightning ripped through half the sky, like a long sword wielded by a god, striking the two men in combat.
Only then did a heart-wrenching roar echo through the air, the muffled vibrations threatening to crush one’s internal organs.
Li Xun sighed and lowered his arms, shielding his face. Countless tiny flashes of lightning still flickered through the shimmering blood mist, but they couldn’t harm him. He had easily withstood the purple lightning and fire.
He opened his eyes and, as expected, the figure was gone from the vast ocean. He remained unfazed, simply raising his right hand to examine the yellow shirt dangling from his fingertips.
This was the fabric of Qing Yin’s chest garment, torn off by Li Xun’s swift hand as the lightning approached.
He loosened his fingers, and the sea breeze immediately carried the yellow-shirted figure away. Blood and even a few scraps of flesh could be seen between his fingers.
His gaze swept over them, and then he smiled. A flame ignited on his hand, cleansing the blood.
Li Xun, despite letting Qing Yin escape once again, was not impatient. He was more confident than ever that as long as Qing Yin remained above the East China Sea, she would not be able to escape his grasp.
The thunderbolt strike had just confirmed two things: First, Qing Yin’s control over the Slashing Sky Divine Sword had grown stronger. Both her sword techniques and the interaction between her body and energy were far more fluid and fluent than before. Otherwise, under the thunderbolt, she would never have been able to escape so easily, and the price she paid would have been minimal.
Then there was this awful weather.
Even at the outset of the battle, Li Xun had felt that the thunderstorm was uncanny, a subtle reminder of divine connection, and the flash of lightning had just confirmed his feelings.
The moment he collided head-on with Qing Yin, the surge of immense force seemed to unlock a new acupoint. A massive magnetic force instantly penetrated the sea and sky, until the lightning struck, with barely a moment’s pause. The scorching energy and soul-shaking impact were reminiscent of the legendary tribulation thunder.
“It can’t be aimed at me alone, can it?”
Li Xun maintained a certain degree of self-awareness. Even though the will of heaven was unpredictable, it wasn’t as if the heavens would orchestrate such a grand spectacle just for him.
Moreover, at the moment of direct impact with the thunderbolt, he vaguely sensed that there seemed to be some kind of law at work, something beyond the natural flow of the will of heaven.
Perhaps it was another trick of Gu Yin?
Li Xun couldn’t judge, and because of Qing Yin’s matter, he couldn’t discern it carefully at this moment. He glanced around, paused for a few breaths, and finally sneered. Putting aside his doubts, he walked leisurely across the turbulent sea, joining the chaotic crowd.
A sudden, unsteady scream echoed from the sea. Amidst this inhuman cacophony, a wandering cultivator, perhaps stunned by the previous tragic scene, saw Li Xun approaching, and, terrified, plunged headfirst into the sea. God knows whether he was too terrified to stand, or was trying to escape from the bottom of the sea.
Once, another followed. Seeing this precedent, the surrounding cultivators began to fly, dive, turn over, or close their eyes. Everything was in chaos, like a hurricane, leaving a trail of devastation wherever Li Xun passed.
Li Xun paid no attention. His eyes were slightly closed, seemingly unobserving the path, but in reality, he was constantly adjusting his direction slightly, following the path of Qing Yin’s disappearing presence.
With his heightened spiritual perception, Li Xun realized that Qing Yin had repeatedly escaped from his sight for a reason.
Qing Yin’s cultivation was truly masterful, her Taixu Yuanhua Divine Light reaching a state of utter perfection. Her aura had almost completely merged into the void, and the aura of the Slashing Sky Divine Sword flowed and circulated, interacting with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, dissolving all aura detection. This was all thanks to Li Xun; anyone else might not have been able to sense this woman even standing before them.
But now, the situation was completely different.
Li Xun’s psychic connection with the sky was his foundation, supplemented by his ability to sense the pulse of life. The former enabled him to intuitively judge, while the latter allowed him to track and lock onto the flow. Combined, the two combined, encompassing both the real and the imaginary, no living being in the universe could escape his pursuit.
Even if Qing Yin were to ascend to the heavens or descend to the earth, he was confident he could pursue her to the very end!
The storm at sea seemed to weaken, and the clouds had shrunk even lower. A dark, shimmering cloud, occasionally punctuated by flashes of lightning, seemed like a heavy lid, muting the cries of battle within a narrow, muffled space, almost echoing.
In the flashes of lightning, the faces of the cultivators took on a strange, chaotic huddle, a thousand faces interwoven, some ferocious, some fearful, some indifferent, some mournful, a scene reminiscent of the utter chaos at hand.
To Li Xun, these images passed like fleeting clouds. He moved with a carefree pace, seemingly slow but actually swift, covering dozens of miles in a matter of breaths. A few unsuspecting stray cultivators tried to intervene, but he dispatched them with ease.
After repeated attempts, no one dared to step forward and face his own death. The impact he alone wielded seemed to rival the combined might of nineteen sects.
Li Xun had just walked a short distance when he suddenly turned back. His gaze sent a chill through his bones, and the group of scattered cultivators and demons before him were completely routed and scattered. Just
as the crowd was about to disperse, Li Xun had already stepped in. Without saying a word, he swept his sword across the air and slashed it out.
Where the blade’s light passed, two wandering cultivators were unable to escape and were swept away by the tail. Without even a scream, their flesh and blood instantly disintegrated and eroded. Even their spirits, unable to escape, were drawn away by the bloody light, writhing and struggling in the void. A
horrific sight, the sea’s ferocious aura intensified. This brutal move increased the power of Li Xun’s blood-shadow demonic body by thirty percent. However, the thunder tribulation in the sky reacted with unwavering force. Light reappeared between sea and sky, and another bolt of lightning tore through the clouds, striking down upon them.
Li Xun’s gaze remained unwavering. He didn’t even glance upwards, but simply raised his other hand, raised it overhead, and met the direct impact of the lightning.
With a strange hissing sound, Li Xun seemed to have shattered a bulging water bag, and the overflowing electric fire burst forth in all directions. For miles around, it was like countless fireworks exploding, a dazzling display of beauty and grandeur.
Amidst the flickering light, a nearly intangible shadow emerged from the void, swishing in a short arc, darting along the sea surface in the opposite direction of Li Xun.
Li Xun remained motionless, merely leaning sideways. He retracted the palm blade on his forearm and, with his other hand, which had just shattered the lightning, pressed against the air. A lingering spark of lightning still lingered between his fingers, drawing a howl from the demons of Hell.
As the ghostly cry began, the figure on the other side trembled violently, and the ethereal image suddenly became clear.
The malevolent energy permeating the sea instantly latched onto its target, and the ghostly chirping became even sharper and more piercing, surrounding the figure beneath the sword light, one after another.
Li Xun’s move, derived from the Ghostly Shadow Devouring Sect’s “Ghost Fire Attraction” technique and combined with the blood-curdling technique, was truly menacing, like a maggot clinging to one’s bones, clinging relentlessly. It was a truly sinister display
of ferocity. Beyond its killing power, this tactic, simply because of its sinister nature, could be considered a provocation to the thunderclouds overhead.
At that moment, golden snakes danced wildly in the clouds, and thick bolts of lightning and fire struck down in succession, sweeping across like a curtain, sending chills down the spines of those watching.
Within this curtain of lightning and fire, Li Xun treated it as mere raindrops and water chains, not displaying the unrivaled speed of his Blood Shadow demonic form. He simply stared intently at the approaching figure ahead, moving step by step towards it. He effortlessly deflected the thunderbolts that descended from the sky, treating the wrath of the heavens as nothing.
A few daring casual cultivators outside watched this scene, their eyes aghast. They could not imagine how the Blood Demon could withstand the might of the thunder and fire so easily.
Of course, Li Xun had no obligation to explain.
He had already come within thirty feet of the figure ahead, and the malicious auras of both sides collided sharply. Unable to dodge any longer, the figure turned sideways, and a flickering sword beam from his right hand shattered into a thousand stars in the air.
Without hesitation, Li Xun transformed into mist and charged directly into the sword screen, resuming a ferocious close combat.
Without those overly sinister tactics, the lightning and fire gradually subsided, leaving only the slow, belated rumble of thunder, rolling over the sea again and again, stirring up waves of echoes.
Even as the thunder roared, Li Xun suddenly laughed.
“Such a good opportunity just now, why didn’t you take action?”
As he spoke, a strange sizzling sound filled the sea. Each strike of Li Xun’s palm blades was imbued with a sinister, absorbing force. The attack was like a violent storm, undiminished by his words.
Qing Yin now looked rather disheveled. Her hair was still disheveled, and the bright yellow Taoist robe she wore was torn at the chest, revealing the green garment beneath. A large tear had also been ripped, and the sea breeze blew a faint glimpse of her fair skin, even a few drops of blood.
Yet, behind the raven-feather curtain, a pair of deep eyes gleamed, a chilling light within that made one fear no contempt.
She was now on the defensive, her sword movements clearly imitating the methods of Qingyan Zhuying. Li Xun was a master of this sword technique, but now, seeing the female cultivator using it, he felt a deep distaste, tightening his grip even further. However, Qing Yin had mastered the essence of the sword technique. The sword energy flowed as slowly as a forest, yet it was like a solid wall of iron. Despite Li Xun’s impressive momentum, he could not break through the sword curtain for a while.
Perhaps satisfied with the current situation, the female cultivator behind the sword curtain seemed to chuckle, but a gust of wind and rain swept past, and the low laugh faded. The only thing that remained was the piercing contempt that lingered between the sea and sky.
Li Xun smiled instead of anger, and his laughter was much clearer.
With a laugh, he relented in his furious attack, instead delivering a steady punch, meeting the indestructible edge of the Sky-Slashing Divine Sword head-on.
Despite numerous encounters with Qing Yin, this was the first time Li Xun had faced the sword’s blade head-on!
This time, Qing Yin didn’t retreat. The divine sword in his hand clanged with a resounding chorus, a veil of mist swirling from the blade, colliding with the bloody light previously emitted by Li Xun’s fist.
A faint sound of air leaked in their ears, as the frequency of their energy clashing was beyond their ability to sense, the consequences of the instantaneous change unpredictable.
This situation was a matter of advancing, with no retreat possible!
Li Xun felt a slight chill on his hand, and the next instant, the azure sword light tore through the blood-red barrier, piercing the heart of the palace.
The sword flash came so fast that Li Xun barely had time to blink before a chill coursed down his face from the top of his head. The ignited blood energy that was pulsing through his limbs suddenly faltered, then erupted with even greater force. The force was so intense that it made Li Xun’s head spin.
For a moment, the world blurred. Li Xun’s body expanded, then immediately contracted. By the time it finally stabilized, he and Qing Yin had switched places. Taking
a deep breath, Li Xun felt a long-lost sense of weakness, as if he had exerted too much effort. A sense of emptiness and discomfort was palpable.
In that instant, the Slashing Sky Divine Sword unleashed its full force, first severing his hand and then cleaving his body in two. Its momentum was unstoppable. Fortunately, his Blood Shadow Demon Body was powerful enough to transform into mist in time, averting his inevitable death.
After a near-death experience, Li Xun felt no fear; his fighting spirit only grew stronger.
Indeed, hadn’t he faced life and death countless times over the past few decades?
He wasn’t afraid of danger, only of overwhelming despair. And the Sky-Slicing Divine Sword, left by Zhong Yin for Qing Yin, proved not powerful enough to cause him despair. Given
the opportunity, he was fearless!
Li Xun exhaled again, until all the air was gone. Only then did he turn around. Qing Yin had vanished once more.
Perhaps the scene that had just occurred had also had a profound impact on her. From here, Li Xun could sense that the aura moving within was slightly more chaotic than before.
“I believe you have a backup plan, right?”
Li Xun said, not to himself, but not for anyone to hear. As soon as the words escaped his lips, he let out a laugh, unleashing the energy he had been suppressing without restraint. His entire body transformed into a dazzling, blood-red rainbow light, charging in one direction and piercing the air.
His high-profile actions had already attracted everyone’s attention.
When Li Xun turned into a rainbow and flew up, two or three more auras came over, as if wanting to communicate something, but he simply blocked them out.
Qing Yin’s stealthy approach was directly within the Loose Cultivators Alliance’s inner defenses. This defense, previously shattered by Li Douliang and Luo Qishan’s combined efforts, was in a precarious position. Qing Yin’s cultivation of the Taixu Yuanhua Divine Light, renowned for its ability to blend seamlessly with the world, allowed her to seize this opportunity and effortlessly pierce the outermost defenses, disappearing behind the throngs of people.
“If she’s committed to stealth assassinations, the Luoyu Sect and the Zhugou Sect would have to step aside,” Li Xun chuckled.
Reality was staring him in the face. He lacked Qing Yin’s ability to silently infiltrate the defenses, yet he didn’t hesitate. His dazzling rainbow light completely ignored the web woven by thousands of flying swords, charging head-on into the Loose Cultivators Alliance’s resilient defenses.
Unexpectedly, the first to unleash his full might was the Blood Demon.
The moment the blood light and the sword net collided, the chaotic battles between sea and sky became a preposterous backdrop to the scene before him.
No one could fathom the current state of mind of the leaders on either side, but for a brief moment, things seemed to be going a bit awry over the East China Sea.
None of this mattered to Li Xun. His goal was set; what good was he doing as a vicious dog chasing a bone?
The more elusive Qing Yin’s movements became within the crowd, the greater the pressure exerted by the Loose Cultivator Alliance’s inner defenses. After all, no matter how powerful the Blood Shadow Demon Body was, being the target of public attack was never pleasant. He could vaguely sense that the distance between him and Qing Yin was widening.
With the Blood Shadow Demon Body’s unparalleled agility, this formation shouldn’t have trapped him, but Qing Yin’s presence in front of him prevented him from fully utilizing his agility, leading to this predicament.
Just then, Qing Yin in front of him turned again, seemingly heading out of the formation once more.
Compared to Li Xun, the pressure she faced was infinitesimally less, allowing her to advance and retreat with ease. In the blink of an eye, she’d advanced several miles. With another three or five breaths, she could easily slip past from the side. By then, Li Xun would have been completely outmaneuvered.
“Moo!”
A deep, muffled roar erupted suddenly, its waves radiating far and wide, inevitably mingling with the deep thunder in the sky. The equally visceral bass rumbled over, its agitation blurring the lines.
The cultivators at sea felt a jolt in their chests at the sound, and those with less advanced cultivation felt their hearts pounding, a state of panic.
The cultivators of the loose cultivator alliance surrounding Qing Yin felt it even more acutely. Their frantic heartbeats sent blood simmering through their bodies, burning them like fire, and they broke out in a sweat.
The hot sweat seemed to draw out all the strength in their bodies. Several who had previously exhausted themselves simply collapsed and plunged headfirst into the sea, never to reappear.
This was Li Xun’s “Void Prison Blood Kill,” a technique that used sound to kill, controlling the enemy’s mind and vaporizing their essence and blood. It was extremely vicious. However, Qing Yin in front seemed unfazed. Instead, she took advantage of the momentary confusion among the surrounding cultivators to increase her speed. In the blink of an eye, she had broken through the formation and disappeared from Li Xun’s sight in a flash.
Li Xun’s expression was impassive, not angered. With his now-ultimate control, he naturally had other ideas when executing such a large-scale killing move.
As he expected, after just a few breaths, the pressure from the surrounding flying swords suddenly dropped several levels. The nearby wandering cultivators, regardless of maintaining their formation, retreated in droves.
“That woman is so generous.”
Li Xun had expected Gu Yin to take advantage of this opportunity, but he had not expected her to be so straightforward. The Loose Cultivators Alliance’s inner defense relied entirely on the fearless fighting spirit of its independent cultivators and their meticulous formations. The resulting chaos, once the surrounding cultivators retreated, benefited not only Li Xun but also the several True One Grandmasters who had followed from behind.
Perhaps Gu Yin truly had a hidden, brilliant back-up plan?
This thought flashed through his mind, but it didn’t linger for long. Li Xun let out a long laugh as a token of gratitude, then shifted horizontally, instantly transforming from solid to intangible, transforming into a hazy blood mist, chasing after Qing Yin’s disappearance.
The battle between the Nineteen Sects and the Loose Cultivators Alliance was no longer a concern for him.
The shouts, screams, and explosions gradually faded. In just over ten breaths, Li Xun had already traveled a hundred miles, well beyond the battlefield.
Qing Yin, however, was flying even faster. Judging by his direction, he was heading southwest. Following this direction, they would soon reach the Land of Six, which conveniently avoided the southeastern forest.
“Is this bitch really going to flee?”
Li Xun felt a strange sensation. He had already vaguely sensed that his intuition had suddenly heightened, and it was connected to Qing Yin.
It seemed as if, since some unknown time, he had been locked in some way by Qing Yin. Li Xun himself was unaware of this, but his submerged instincts sensed the pressure, and after reaching a certain limit, they finally rebounded, resulting in a breakthrough.
Of course, delving into the details now was pointless.
The key point was that Qing Yin, having taken the trouble to hang around him, must have some ulterior motive; she wouldn’t have withdrawn before the situation became clear.
Things never exist in isolation.
Just like the grand scene unfolding in the East China Sea, it wasn’t something that could be orchestrated solely by the will and tactics of a few individuals.
Especially with Zhong Yin’s presence firmly embedded within this complex web of connections, it was difficult for Qing Yin, with whom he had the closest ties, to establish herself independently from the situation.
“What on earth are you planning? Your goals, desires, impulses… anything, reveal some of them?”
Li Xun was the only one who could hear the whispers in his mind.
He finally felt a surge of anxiety. Of course, perhaps these emotions had always existed, but he had buried them deep down, only now surfacing.
Qing Yin was still nowhere to be seen, though her vital pulse was still clear, within his range of perception.
However, her movements were too rapid, like a cunning loach that, though confined to a limited pond, was impossible to retrieve, a real challenge to one’s patience.
Before they knew it, over a thousand miles had passed, and the horizon was visible in the distance. Li Xun’s relentless pursuit had finally paid off.
He had gradually grasped the pattern of Qing Yin’s disappearances and began to consider how to set up a trap to trap the female cultivator nearby.
“It would be best to force her into the Southeast Forest Sea, but that bitch is cunning and difficult to plan. Otherwise, let Yin Chonghua…”
Just as he was thinking, Li Xun felt a sudden chill on his back. A sharp murderous aura seemed to rise from the bottom of the sea and roared towards him. He was suddenly startled. The blazing fire of vitality burning in the distance from Qing Yin had been completely obscured by this sudden storm. He wanted to concentrate and sense it again, but with the interference of the murderous aura, how could he easily reach the state of mind that he had previously felt as if he had received divine help?
The evil fire in his heart ignited with a “bang”. His body instantly turned from virtual to real. He shouted angrily at the figure that had just risen from the sea: “Tianzhi, what are you doing!”
“I still have to ask you.” Master Tianzhi was still dressed in a black robe with a hood covering his head. His voice was as cold and chilling as the ice and snow in the Arctic: “You don’t keep your promise!”
“Promise?”
The fury of anger only lasted a moment, but Li Xun quickly regained his composure. Hearing Tianzhi’s words, he laughed again. “What did the Master and I agree on? The Master wanted to kill Gu Yin, and I promised to help and cooperate, but did I ever say I had to get a share? Look back, the nineteen sects are joining forces to fight the Loose Cultivator Alliance. Who orchestrated this situation? Isn’t the Master satisfied, insisting on throwing me in to make up the numbers?”
As if responding to Li Xun’s words, another massive wave erupted above the East China Sea. Standing above it, the two could feel the seabed trembling slightly.
The tremors, transmitted over a thousand miles away, were still as powerful as ever. One could imagine what the central region must have been like.
Li Xun secretly composed himself, attempting to re-enter his previous state. Unwilling to tangle with Tianzhi any further, he simply advised, “Masters from various sects, plus old Kunpeng, and the Master himself, a total of thirteen True One Grandmasters have gathered. Even if their intentions differ, their strength is there. One more or one less isn’t a big deal. Why bother with such a small matter, Master?”
“That’s just assumption.”
With a sneer, Tianzhi lifted her hood, revealing a cold and beautiful face. Her hair was loose, a shimmering crimson hue amidst the jet-black. As her mood fluctuated, an eerie crimson light swirled around her, blazing like a living being.
“Don’t tell me you don’t notice something strange about this celestial phenomenon. Strained energy permeates the heavens, thunder and fire race through the clouds, captivating souls and connecting with people’s hearts. This is clearly the sign of a thunder tribulation!” “
Well, I was just struck by lightning. “
Of course, Li Ju wouldn’t say that out loud.
However, he also knew that his actions had been witnessed by the cultivators of the East China Sea, and distancing himself would be difficult. So, he simply extended his hand, thumb and index finger spread apart, creating a distanced gesture.
“There are differences between you and me, at least in terms of realm,” he said with a smile, his previous anger betraying nothing. “True Being and True One may only be separated by a fine line, but what we see and hear is a world of difference. Furthermore, I’ve lived for decades, and while I’ve experienced the tribulations of war, fire, and water, the so-called thunder tribulations and heavenly punishments are rare. It’s understandable that I couldn’t distinguish them at first.”
Without waiting for Tianzhi to say anything, he spread his hands. “So what if it’s just a thunder tribulation? Even the Forty-Ninth Tribulation Master has witnessed it. What can this tiny cloud do to you Grandmasters?”
As he finished speaking, a series of crackling sounds erupted from the sky, as if the very sky were being torn in two. The uncanny crackling sound was truly heartbreaking.
Another lightning strike should have occurred earlier, but the misalignment between the flash and the sound was somewhat odd.
Tianzhi frowned at the sound and turned back to see another wave of people appearing on the sea—a group of scattered cultivators.
Before they could even come into view, Tianzhi re-did her hood. Following this group of cultivators was an even larger wave, demonstrating that the front lines surrounding the Loose Cultivator Alliance had completely lost control and were beyond redemption.
Li Xun glanced at Tianzhi, wondering what she would say, but Tianzhi’s attention was completely distracted. Instead, she assumed a listening posture.
Seeing her like this, Li Xun became curious and focused his attention, filtering out the meaningless noise. Sure enough, he too heard a wave of sound coming from afar.
The sound was initially very vague. Judging from its source and path, it didn’t seem to be coming this way, but rather the aftermath, which had leaked some residual information, making it intermittent and unclear.
“War Demon… Sect, what’s going on?”
He realized he’d missed a key word or two, and glanced at Tianzhi, only to be surprised by the female cultivator’s unexpectedly strong reaction.
Before Li Xun could clarify, Tianzhi soared through the air, splitting the sea surface and hurtling towards the epicenter of the fray.
This was what Li Xun had been looking forward to, but seeing Tianzhi’s reaction, he felt a sense of uncertainty.
His gaze flickered between the horizon and the sea level, momentarily undecided. Just then, a voice filled his ears again, far louder than the previous one, yet devoid of any meaning.
It was a throat-rending cheer, initially scattered and disjointed as it emanated from the sea. But a second, a third, and an almost endless roar soon followed, drowning out the raging waves, a sound truly resonating for miles.
When Li Xun was young, he had heard the common people and officials shouting “Long live the emperor!” That scene of unanimous cheering was truly exciting.
However, the current situation was completely different.
The so-called difference did not mean that the cultivators’ voices were louder or their breath was stronger, but that the intense emotions that burst out from the depths of their hearts, combined together, and guided by an invisible giant hand, had completely exceeded the range of sound waves, and penetrated directly into the deepest part of the listener’s heart.
Unstoppable!
This astonishing thought was like a huge rock hitting the lake of his heart, splashing a chaotic and trembling mist.
What was going on over there?
Li Xun looked, but saw that Tianzhi had not flown out of his sight, but stopped at the junction of sea and sky. The back of the figure seemed to be in a daze. He was very curious and simply chased after it to ask.
“What’s wrong?”
Tianzhi didn’t respond, but the frantic shouts that followed spoke volumes: “The path to immortality is unreliable; Heaven’s way is the most impartial!”
“Return to Zhaoyang Lake, and destroy the War Demon Sect!”
Someone had orchestrated these two seemingly incoherent yet perfectly smooth sentences, lacing them together. The shouts of thousands shook the sea and sky, thunder and tides surged. But even more shocking than the sound itself was the content.
Li Xun’s expression changed.
Zhaoyang Lake, located in the northwest of the Tongxuan Realm, was the foundation of the War Demon Sect. While not a truly prestigious paradise, it was nestled against the Beiqi Mountains and bordered the Extreme Western Ocean to the west, straddling the chokepoint between the Wuhui Realm and the Tongxuan Realm in the southwest. Ever since the Hundred Beasts Sect was annihilated, it had been at the forefront of the War Demon Sect’s southwestern offensive against the Loose Cultivator Alliance.
Consequently, the War Demon Sect had been extremely cautious about its positioning, only recently, as the situation became increasingly apparent, did it align with the Western Alliance. Who knew the effect would be so immediate…
The War Demon Sect was gone?
Li Dongjue was probably going to hang himself!
Li Xun felt a touch of gloating, but more than that, he was stunned.
He wasn’t surprised that the War Demon Sect had followed in the footsteps of the Hundred Beasts Sect, but rather shocked by the unfathomable strength of the Loose Cultivators Alliance. He had assumed that the situation in the East China Sea was only achieved by Gu Yin mobilizing the elite of the Loose Cultivators Alliance, but he hadn’t expected this woman to summon a small force and, in a blink of an eye, wipe out a sect that had stood for thousands of years.
Even if the War Demon Sect’s elite troops were concentrated in the East China Sea, the lethality of that “small force” was still astonishing.
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