Chongming Xianzong

Chapter 617 The Clouds Are Approaching, Fighting for Every Minute, the Remnant Army Shakes Its Feet, Awaiting the End
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

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Fei Tianqin's military tactics were quite dignified, with surrendered people, loyal followers, vassals, and the main force clearly distinguished in order. Although the fourth-order grand formation established at Yuejian Mountain was old, it was still maintained by two real people in life.

Standing on the high platform alongside Fei Nanying, Sect Leader Kang could only watch as people collapsed and fell one after another. Life after life was lost like moths drawn to a flame, clinging to the light barrier of the fourth-order grand formation of Yuejian Mountain. Truly, the cultivators of Yuejian Mountain were not given the slightest chance to catch their breath.

If the cultivators in the mountains are a little slow and fail to open the purification barrier in time, the blurry flesh and blood on it will obscure their vision.

Kang Dabao had repeatedly advised this old fox, but the latter's habit of not hesitating to take lives remained unchanged. However, he was always generous in his actions, especially towards those who dared to be the vanguard and charge ahead.

That is, if one survives the first attack of the Golden Coin, the reward is one hundred; if one survives the second attack, the reward is doubled; if one survives the third attack, the reward is doubled again, and so on. This attracted many desperate people to their deaths.

Headmaster Kang had roughly calculated that even if a Qi Refining cultivator followed Fei Tianqin's reward rules and charged through the formation ten times to receive the reward, he could probably get a top-grade third-tier magic weapon.

Of course, at most, each person could only charge into battle six times before encountering a crossbow bolt that appeared out of nowhere on their way back, resulting in their death.

The large sum of rewards accumulated during the Foundation Establishment stage had no choice but to be sent home, and it's unknown whether someone would change it twice.

Such a lack of compassion for human life will surely produce results in a short time.

Yuejian Mountain, a prestigious Nascent Soul sect, was forced to close its doors and rely on a large formation to defend itself by a group of Golden Core and Foundation Establishment cultivators, unaware of how much prestige it had lost.

The cultivators in the mountains who were close to the lineage of True Man Yunfu were both shocked and furious, seeing that the situation was becoming increasingly difficult to reverse and was bound to cause chaos.

"Senior Brother Hou, as previously arranged, the Xuan Yin Sect stirred up trouble in the Fei family camp, killed a Golden Core cultivator, and then opened the second gate of life to let them in."

"Senior Brother Hou, the Star Palace Sect risked their lives to come to our aid, but they were intercepted by that scoundrel Kang Dabao and his men, and there was no time to save them."

"Senior Brother Hou, that pretty boy over there is quite skilled. The Hall Master's internal organs have all been tainted by the sword energy, and he's miraculously unharmed, but he needs a top-grade elixir to save his life. What's your opinion?"

"Senior Brother Hou, are You Longzi and his group truly disregarding the safety of the sect? Has Uncle Yunfu sent any word back?! Has he sent any warrants?! Are they all to be taken to Tianxing Peak for punishment?!"

Hou Jingshang was annoyed by the noise, his features contorted. After a long while, he scanned the hall with a stern face, and only after it quieted down did he speak:
"My master has sent a reply, saying that the Jiuzhen invited by Kuang Zefu is quite skilled, and the situation in Shanbei Road is not clear. It may be necessary to wait a while before returning."

“What should I do?”

"Yes, why don't we go and try to persuade Senior Brother You again?"

As soon as Hou Jingshang finished speaking, the hall erupted in noise again, making Hou Jingshang's face even more ashen, and he became even more resentful of Fei Tianqin, who had caused Wu Yin's death in battle.

"He has little prestige, yet he is difficult to get things done."

Hou Jingshang sighed inwardly, his eyes sharpening. He was about to speak seriously again when he suddenly heard a loud bang from outside the formation, which startled him.

"Where did the sound come from?!" Before his question even finished, his divine sense immediately detected the source of the change!
"A third-tier array-breaking bead?!"

Hou Jinshang gasped, sighing that the Fei family of Yingzhou was indeed extravagant, managing to count dozens of these third-tier formation-breaking beads.

However, his sigh was useless. He could only watch as one part of the secondary formation broke, allowing the Fei family to gather these worthless cultivators and rush closer.

Hou Jin's fingertips gripped the half-person-high spirit jade pillar beside the array's core tightly. The jade patterns beneath his fingertips were icy cold, yet the sweat on his palms dripped down like broken beads, meandering along the jade pillar's patterns and accumulating into a small wet patch on the base.

The spiritual lamps in the Ancestral Hall flickered on and off. Under the dim yellow light, the faces of the cultivators in the hall were all tense, as if an invisible hand was gripping their hearts.

The gap in the western auxiliary formation was still hissing and emitting cold air. The roars of the allied cultivators poured in through the gap, mixed with the booming of the spirit cannons. Every sound made people's hearts tremble.

"Senior Brother Hou! The Fei family is attacking too fiercely!!" The white-haired cultivator in charge of controlling the array patterns on the west side was kneeling next to the Yuejian Mountain map, his whole body trembling slightly.

"What's the panic?!" Hou Jingshang straightened his face and shouted, "That old bird hasn't even reached the Nascent Soul stage yet. Even if the secondary formation is broken, the main formation is not something that third-tier formation-breaking bead can shake in the slightest!"
"Each of you must fulfill your duties. If Master were to see you in such a wretched state, even if all the rebellious traitors outside were wiped out, you would still not escape a lesson."

The Golden Core cultivators in the hall had all cultivated diligently for hundreds of years to reach this point, and those who were as alarmed as that white-haired cultivator were always in the minority.

After hearing Hou Jinshang's speech, everyone returned to their positions to take charge.

Only when he was surrounded by his fellow disciples did Hou Jinshangxiu's expression change.

Hou Jingqiang suppressed the bitterness in his heart, his voice a few decibels deeper than usual: "Is there still no movement from You Longzi's side? Is he just going to watch the sect be surrounded?!"

No sooner had he spoken than a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall, as if someone was rushing over in a panic.

Immediately afterwards, a disciple covered in blood burst open the door of the ancestral hall, with half a broken arrow stuck in his chest, the fletching stained with black blood.

"Master Uncle! Something terrible has happened!" The disciple collapsed at Hou Jin's feet, his breath so weak he was almost about to die. "At the western array eye... there's... there's a fluctuation of our sect's spiritual energy! It's like... like the 'Array Pivot Jade Tablet' bestowed by Master Uncle Hu Quan!"

"what?!"

Hou Jin staggered, leaving several clear finger marks on the spirit jade pillar at his fingertips.

He released his divine sense almost reflexively, surging towards the west like a tide.

Sure enough, within the chaotic spiritual mist blasted by the spiritual cannon, a familiar shimmering white light was emanating.

The spiritual light was warm and mellow, carrying the unique wood-type spiritual energy of Master Huquan. It was the mark he had seen when he went to Master Huquan's cave with Wu Yin. It was engraved on the "Array Pivot Jade Tablet". No one but Master Huquan's personal disciples could activate it.

"It was Long Zi! And when did my master bestow the 'Array Pivot Jade Token' upon him?!" Hou Jin's blood rushed to his head, and his vision went almost completely black.

He knew all too well the function of the Jade Tablet of the Array Pivot. There were three Jade Tablets of the Array Pivot of the Yuejian Mountain Protective Array, one main and two auxiliary. The main tablet was always enshrined in the Ancestral Hall of Yuejian Mountain, while the two auxiliary tablets were kept by the two True Persons.

Now, with the dragon prince activating the secondary formation, the power of this fourth-order grand formation was reduced by 50% in just a few moments!
"He wasn't asking about the whereabouts of Master Huquan from Longzi! He's clearly colluding with outsiders to destroy the foundation of my Yuejian Mountain!"

"You beast!" Hou Jin kicked over the lamp beside him, sending sparks flying throughout the room.

His anger was intense, but he remained calm. He simply released a wisp of spiritual light and placed it on the plaque of the Ancestral Hall. The ancient plaque instantly shone brightly, and the entire Yuejian Mountain formation trembled violently.

Meanwhile, Yunfu Zhenren, who was peacefully cultivating in the northern mountain region, suddenly broke out of his hand seals, and a gust of wind shot out from it, which was difficult to retract. However, it unintentionally injured a fake alchemist outside the tent.

The shock shattered his internal organs, and blood and foam welled up in his mouth. He didn't know if he could be saved.

"Not good!" In just a few breaths, Master Yunfu's expression changed several times.

He didn't care that it was still the moment of battle, so he just took out a talisman, quickly made a few strokes, and kept walking. Only when he was about to leave the tent did he casually toss it into Bai Canhong's tent.

Just as the great formation was trembling, a large number of cultivators, whose eyes had been dazzled by the promises of Fei Tianqin, rushed in. They were immediately struck by the violent and angry spiritual energy and vanished in an instant, leaving not even a speck of dust.

"Ancestor?" Kang Dabao feigned surprise before asking in a doubtful tone. Fei Tianqin, however, showed no hesitation: "Don't worry, it was precisely because we wanted them to break through first that we did so!"

As soon as Fei Tianqin finished speaking, Fei Nanying urged his men to move the banner. The cultivators from various sects, who were already prepared, moved in response, and their main target was the Second Life Gate, which had previously housed the Xuan Yin Sect at Yuejian Mountain.

The scale of this attack was unprecedented, and only now could one be certain that the allied forces assembled by the Fei family were no longer holding back.

Upon witnessing this scene, Hou Jingshang's eyes flashed with ferocity as he roared and questioned those around him: "Where are the people from the Xuan Yin Sect?!"

A fast-moving Golden Core cultivator went outside to inquire, but returned with a bitter expression: "Senior Brother You Long sent men to capture Junior Brother Li, who was guarding the Xuan Yin Sect. Now the Xuan Yin Sect has been brought under their control."

"Where are the people guarding Prince Yulong?!"

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Silence fell over all around. With the two immortals gone, where on Yuejian Mountain could they find anyone capable of keeping an eye on him?

Hou Jingshang was immediately enraged. If he had known this would happen, he would have been better off strongly advising his master to let the dragon son, this source of trouble, take him with him when he was on his way to Shanbei Road!

"It's a pity that my senior brother Wu Yin isn't here!!"

Fei Tianqin, that old bird, has killed another key figure, causing the once secure Yuejian Mountain to split in two, and its millennia-old foundation to show signs of collapse.

"You Longzi is deliberately trying to destroy my Yuejian Mountain!! Very well, he used to boast that he was invincible among his fellow disciples, today I will go and see for myself just how capable this ungrateful and disobedient person really is?!"

"Stop!!"

Just as the purple-booted cultivator beside him was about to erupt in fury, Hou Jin, another cultivator, sternly stopped him. Before the latter could say anything more, another Golden Core cultivator chimed in, offering words of advice:

"Junior brother, don't be anxious!" A golden core cultivator in a yellow robe hurriedly pulled up the sleeve of the purple boot, his face full of anxiety: "Once the secondary formation is broken, the gate of life will be exposed, and the main formation may be 50% more stable than before."
At this juncture, if we were to turn on each other, wouldn't we truly be handing over our ancestral legacy to outsiders?! Perhaps it's just a misunderstanding with Senior Brother You? After all, he's Uncle-Master Huquan's disciple; how could he truly betray the sect?

"Misunderstanding?!" The cultivator in purple boots flung away the hand of the golden-robed cultivator in yellow robes, his eyes filled with malice. "They've already activated the array's key jade tablet, how can it be a misunderstanding? He's been blinded by greed, instigated by outsiders to destroy the sect! Master treats Uncle-Master like a brother and father, would he really harm Uncle-Master?!"

Despite saying that, when Hou Jinshangxiu's gaze sharpened and fell on him, the purple-booted Shangxiu still stopped in his tracks.

Hou Jinshang felt nervous looking at his fellow disciples in the hall, and the shouts of battle outside seemed to pour into his ears as if they were free.

However, Jin Shangxiu was still clear that he could not panic at this moment, otherwise Yuejian Mountain, which his master had entrusted to him, would really be in danger of collapsing.

"That's enough!" Hou Jin took a deep breath, gripped the spirit jade pillar again, and blood-red spiritual power surged rapidly into the three major acupoints in his palm: Laogong, Shaofu, and Yuji. The spiritual light on the plaque, which had been slightly dimmed, now shone even brighter, and even the fluorescence on the array pivot main plate was dazzlingly bright.

Seeing this, all the cultivators present showed pity. The purple-booted cultivator, whose hair and beard had been bristling, now had most of his anger subside and said softly:
Senior Brother Hou

"Junior Brother Jiao, stop talking nonsense and go find You Longzi. I want to ask him face to face if he really wants to destroy this ancestral foundation!"

Upon hearing this, Zi Xueshang was taken aback, but in the end, he still sighed and ran out.

The man in the yellow robe took out a handful of elixirs, prepared them, and fed them to Hou Jin. This dignified Golden Core cultivator, at this moment, even wore a mournful expression: "How did our once-prosperous sect and our once-prosperous fellow disciples end up like this?"

Hou Jingshang did not respond to him, but stared intently at the jade pillar in his hand, his eyes seeming to grow even more fierce. His knuckles, gripping the jade pillar, turned deathly white, and the spiritual energy in his palm flowed like a rushing stream, pouring into the plaque along the jade's patterns.

It had only been the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, yet even his golden core showed signs of disintegration.

Even so, the tremors of the main formation did not stop, but became more and more violent. The shimmering white light coming from the second gate of life pierced his heart like a needle.

"Yulongzi has such a hard heart."

He glanced around the hall out of the corner of his eye. The elixir handed to him by the man in the yellow robe was still warm in his palm, but he had no intention of swallowing it. He only hoped that Junior Brother Jiao could bring the person over soon, even if it was just a little while, so that he could catch his breath.

The cultivator surnamed Jiao rushed out of the Ancestral Hall, his purple boots splashing water onto his trouser legs, which was instantly evaporated by the spiritual mist.

Just after turning past the stele forest dedicated to past patriarchs, I saw a group of people gathered around.

Standing in the very center was Long Zi, whose resolute expression was illuminated by the spiritual light of the array pivot jade tablet in his hand. Behind him were the Golden Core cultivators of the Tiger Spring True Man's lineage, along with the Xuan Yin Sect cultivators who had just been taken in.

Upon seeing the cultivator surnamed Jiao arrive on the wind, Long Zi's reaction was merely indifferent; he simply said with his hands behind his back, "Well, Senior Brother Hou Jin has finally agreed to tell me the whereabouts of my master, Master Hu Quan?!"

The former was immediately enraged and, without thinking, shouted: "You Longzi, you are being schemed against by outsiders without even realizing it! Why do you repeatedly try to frame Senior Brother Hou Jin?!"
Do you even know how many fellow disciples and followers have perished today because of your treacherous ways?! Do you truly have any respect for our ancestors?! Do you really intend to condemn Yuejian Mountain to eternal damnation?!

Long Zi glanced at him but didn't respond. He only let out a cold laugh before saying, "Fine, I have nothing to say to a fool like you. Is Hou Jin waiting for me in the Ancestral Hall?!"

After his anger subsided, the cultivator surnamed Jiao immediately regretted it. Seeing that the faces of the Golden Core cultivators behind the Dragon Prince were all unfriendly, he temporarily suppressed his anger, gave the group a fierce glare, and then led the way.

You Longzi was very cautious and not in a hurry. All the men behind him followed him to the outside of the Ancestral Hall of Yuejian Mountain.

He had just stopped walking when the yellow-robed scholar inside pushed open the door and came out, his expression complex and indescribable: "Senior Brother You, Senior Brother Hou invites you to come in for a chat."

Without hesitation, Longzi strode into the hall and closed the spiritual barrier behind the main door.

Not long after, Hou Jin had aged so much that even You Longzi could hardly recognize him.

The latter, who was initially furious, now felt a pang of pity, though he would not show it. When he asked, his eyes remained expressionless: "Where is my master, Master Huquan?!"

"Junior Brother, why must you do this?!" Hou Jingshang's sorrowful expression seemed genuine, and his tone grew increasingly strained: "Cough cough... Listen to this, outside are the cries of my Yuejian Mountain disciples who have perished!!"

Despite Hou Jin's attempts at appeasement, Long Zixian remained resolute.

"I resent the current situation. I blame Uncle Yunfu for colluding with outsiders to murder the sect leader, I resent Senior Brother Hou for aiding and abetting evil without realizing it, and I resent the Qin State Duke's Mansion for its extreme cruelty. But I alone cannot be blamed. I only want to find my master and the sect leader!"

"Junior Brother You, the Wei Dynasty is on the verge of collapse. Our senior master is about to embark on a desperate journey, while the path our master has found is the true road to prosperity!" Hou Jin suddenly shouted, startling You Longzi into frowning.

But after that sound, he seemed to lose some strength, and his voice became low:
“Junior brother, you have exceptional talent. With your mid-grade elixir already formed, even if Master were to take the helm of the sect in the future, you would undoubtedly be the next Nascent Soul cultivator. How could we possibly compete with you?”
But if the temple gates are destroyed, what will you gain?! Your future is bright and promising; today's events are nothing more than being deceived by treacherous people.

If you realize your mistake now, it's not too late! You should lead your fellow disciples into battle to defend against the enemy. Once Master returns, I, your elder brother, will definitely help you.

At that time, Yuejian Mountain will be just like before, where we can spend our days playing chess, meditating, and discussing philosophy around the fire, still enjoying brotherly love and carefree life like immortals!

With the assistance of your fellow disciples, you will ascend to the position of sect leader after your master's passing. The ancient and profound path will then be guided by your words, allowing you to forge a new path and prove yourself a true lord. How could this not be wonderful?!

Hou Jinshang's words were highly seductive, but little did he know that after hearing them, You Longzi became furious: "You wicked scoundrels, it was you and your disciple who conspired to kill my master! Tell me quickly, where is my master!"

The latter chuckled and muttered to himself, "You're truly hopeless with your blockhead. I'm advising you to give up, that's true, but when I talk about these future prospects, am I lying?! Even if I told you where my master is, could you possibly find him?!"

Having said that, Hou Jinshang's face showed even more dejection. He gripped the jade pillar tightly and muttered, "You have a master, and I have a master too. Today you may be able to take Hou Jin's life, but you won't be able to get a single word out of him."

Although his tone was low, his few words conveyed a resolute tone, which caused You Longzi's expression to shift between anger and uncertainty for a moment, before finally relaxing his tightly clenched fist.

Long Zi turned his back and slowly walked out of the Ancestral Hall, leaving only one sentence: "Then after the formation is broken, I will personally take you to the north of the mountain to present you to the Kuang family, so that the Nascent Soul cultivator can inquire about my master's whereabouts!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the gate's protective barrier was flung open, and as the first ray of light seeped into the hall, it clearly illuminated the sorrow that simultaneously arose on the faces of the two people inside and outside the hall.

—Ten days later

Ten days passed amidst the roar of spirit cannons and the cries of cultivators, and the world outside the fourth-order grand formation of Yuejian Mountain had long lost its original character.

The once ethereal spiritual mist has been stained a dark gray-red, like congealed blood scabs stuck to the mountain gate. When the wind blows, tiny fragments of spiritual light fall and land on the broken bodies scattered on the ground.

The corpses of the Fei family's allied forces and the cultivators from Yuejian Mountain were intertwined, rotting so badly that they were indistinguishable.

On the high platform, Fei Tianqin, his golden feathers now covered in dust, thought to himself, "Perhaps I'm just one breath away from succeeding." He turned to the Grand Master Kang beside him and asked, "Is there any trouble in Yunjiao Prefecture?!"

The latter showed some gratitude and respectfully replied, "Recently, the Dongwen Sect Elder led Shang Yutang's troops to occupy Xuanwei City. Pu Honggu was seriously injured and had not yet recovered, and the Liangyi Sect's vitality had not yet returned. Naturally, they were no match for them and their arrogance was completely dispelled. Now they have halted their troops in Jingnan and are only going to the north of the mountain to seek help."

"Yes, Dongwen is always reliable. Puhong Valley is no match for them unless another barrier is erected. But Fengwen Demon Commander's demon beasts are finite; most are deployed to fight on the northern mountain route. Some should be left at home to guard the area. The infighting among the Lishan lineage is no less bloody than fighting against demons and cultivators." Fei Tianqin sighed, perhaps lamenting the current situation.

"You Longzi has already obeyed my order to halt his troops and remain inactive, waiting for Jin and his gang of villains to be unable to hold out for long. I have also sent several letters, and I think that before long, You Longzi will no longer care about the reputation of fighting among his own people."

"Yes, if the Dragon Prince is willing to wholeheartedly turn against us, this fortified formation will naturally collapse without a fight!" Fei Donggu was quite excited. Currently, the cultivators of Yuejian Mountain are beset by internal and external troubles, and their morale has been greatly damaged. They can only cower in their formation.

Fei Nanying poured cold water on the situation at the right moment: "According to news from Shanbei, these days, even when the Duke's army was launching a fierce attack and several True Immortals were fighting in the chaos, True Immortal Yunfu did not appear. He must have come to the rescue."

Upon hearing this, Fei Tianqin resorted to his tired old excuse:

“Master Yunfu’s journey may not have been so smooth. Even if he came from the northern mountain road, it would still take him half a month. If this formation is broken quickly enough, even if Master Yunfu himself came, he alone would find it difficult to withstand my ten-thousand-strong army formation with the support of my remnant formation. At most, he would only lose a few more rogue cultivators and small families.”

But if the breakthrough is too slow, you boys will have to lead the rest of the family to run faster. I, your ancestor, can't hold off a proper Nascent Soul cultivator for long. At the very least, you must ensure your own lives are saved.”

His words silenced the crowd once more; the Fei family of Yingzhou had taken a huge gamble this time.

If things fail, then all the bottles and jars, the young men and their followers that have been brought from Yingzhou over the past hundred years will likely perish at the foot of Yuejian Mountain.

Even if everything develops exactly as Fei Tianqin predicted, those trapped in Yuejian Mountain might not be able to wait for a turnaround and rescue from Shanbei Road.

Upon reading this, the sect leader Kang remained worried and advised from the side, "In that case, Ancestor, today I will lead the disciples to put in even more effort."

"Hmm, Ying Shan's army has rested for half a day and is all getting moving. I'll go and deliver a message to You Longzi again, but I don't know where he learned this pedantic manner from!?"
Even if he doesn't turn his weapon against his fellow disciples, does he really think Yun Fu will let him off the hook after he returns? He's truly obsessed!

Fei Tianqin shook his head for a while, but then Master Kang chimed in, "Perhaps he's afraid that when Master Huquan finds out in the future, he'll blame him."

The old bird shook his head again upon hearing this: "I do say that after breaking the formation, we can ask the True Person, but that's not necessarily true. After all, the methods of a Nascent Soul True Person are beyond our comprehension. Don't be fooled by the fact that True Person Huquan's soul lamp is still burning; he may have already been harmed by Yun Fu before, and how would outsiders know?!"

After hearing this, the cultivators stopped talking and Kang Dabao returned to camp to muster his troops.

Currently, besides the cultivators under the jurisdiction of Chongming Sect, there is also the public office's troops led by Chief Secretary Buse, who are also under his command. The latter refers to the fact that the two have a long-standing friendship and can feel at ease under his command, the Grand Master Kang.

The troops led by Buse were considered elite, so Kang Dabao did not refuse. At this time, it was a good thing that multiple troops came to support him.

However, what made him feel a little strange was that the longer he spent with Bu Se, the stronger the unfathomable aura emanating from the latter became.

He couldn't quite put his finger on the feeling, but he vaguely sensed a hint of dread hidden beneath Bu Se's amiable smile, making him feel unapproachable.

It seems that Bu Se has also noticed this recently, and the two of them have been tacitly avoiding each other.

However, with a major battle imminent, the two had to conduct their business strictly and travel together.

The horn sounded again, piercing through the clouds and splitting the mist, causing fragments of spirit to fall from the broken bodies on the battlefield.

Kang Dabao turned around, halberd in hand. The bloodstains on his cloak gleamed darkly in the sunlight. He glanced at his disciples and vassals behind him, only feeling at ease after verifying their identities.

Zen Master Buse stood on the right, his monk's robes stained with blood, but they were neatly arranged.

The golden vajra was held horizontally in front of him, its Buddhist light receding yet remaining concentrated.

The monk behind him was also methodical, quickly checking the magical artifacts. Talismans were neatly fastened to his waist, spirit arrows were nocked on his bow, and spiritual power was concentrated at his fingertips, all waiting for a command.

The wind, carrying the stench of blood, swept past. The auras of the allied forces and the cultivators from Yuejian Mountain within the formation faced off from afar, like two steel blades poised to strike, waiting only for the word "attack" to fall before shattering them to pieces.

"This will be the final battle!"

(End of this chapter)