Sword Sect Outer Sect

Chapter 377 Chaos Begins
In fact, most of the cultivators of Dongyuan Sect know that their sect leader came from other places hundreds of years ago.

He went to the State of Chu not to establish a new school of thought.

The later establishment of sects and the training of disciples were nothing more than leisurely pursuits undertaken over several hundred years.

Therefore, for him, disbanding the sect was just a matter of a word.

But for the disciples of the sect, it's not that simple.

Among them was even a cultivator who was born into the Dongyuan Sect and spent his entire life there.

Now that our home is about to be destroyed, there's no way we can just grab the Qiankun Bag and leave.

"With my five spiritual roots, I'll never be able to build a foundation for the Dao in my entire life, let alone form a core. So, I might as well die and find peace of mind!"

"Elder Wang saved my life. If he stays, what reason do I have to leave?"

"Although my aptitude is lacking, Elder Huang treats me like a mother and daughter... Junior Sister Yuwen, you are still young and have just established your foundation. You have a bright future ahead of you. You should leave quickly and take Junior Sister Qingqing with you!"

"Song Yan, Li Yi, you can go now. You will restore the Dongyuan Sect in the future. With you here, we will definitely succeed."

"Han Yuan, what are you still standing here for? Let's go!"

"Zheng Lun, you still have a wife and children. Quickly take Xiao Yu and Zheng Fu and leave."

Many cultivators gave up hope of survival and even wanted the most talented among the new generation of cultivators to leave this place as soon as possible.

For many forces, sects and families are both a protective shield for cultivators and a rope that binds them.

If you provide spiritual resources and protection, then when your family and sect encounter danger, you will naturally be needed to stand up and contribute to the survival of this great ship.

However, the Dongyuan Sect is somewhat different.

The sect leader didn't care; he had no intention of letting his disciples bear any responsibility.

The cultivators of the Dongyuan Sect are free; they have the right to choose.

However, some people chose to stay.

chi chi...

The turmoil came from outside the great formation.

Yu Yiming formed a hand seal, and countless pitch-black runes emerged from the air, surging and overlapping like waves, covering the great formation like maggots clinging to its bones, frantically eroding the formation's spiritual light.

Meanwhile, a filthy sea of ​​blood, countless corpses engulfed in flames, white bone spears, and emerald swords...

The power of nine Nascent Soul Realm cultivators simultaneously bombarded the sect's protective formation.

After all, it was only a third-tier high-grade formation. With just one combined attack from nine people, the formation was already on the verge of collapse.

The attacks from outside the formation had not yet ceased when the ground inside was shaking violently and spiritual energy was in chaos!
The nine Nascent Soul cultivators were all focused on the forbidden area, while Zhang Xingming lowered his gaze and coldly observed the cultivators outside the foot of Dragon Head Mountain.

One by one, people were running out of the formation.

"Escape? Heh..."

He sneered. The great formation would be broken in the blink of an eye, and then all the demonic cultivators would invade Dongyuan Sect.

Where can they escape to in such a short time?

……

In the Yanran Mountains, there is a solitary peak, surrounded by jagged rocks.

Shi Yunhao sat cross-legged on the black rock. Beside him, two strange eyeballs, each about the size of a fist, floated, one on the left and one on the right, with a hazy purple spiritual light flowing over them.

Neither of their eyes had pupils; the shimmering light emanated from them, spreading outwards in concentric circles like ripples on water.

Shi Yunhao's eyes were unfocused, but he could see everything that happened in the Dongyuan Sect clearly.

The terror, grief, and determination—all the chaos should have been something Shi Yunhao enjoyed and found exciting.

But at this moment, his face only showed confusion.

Song banquet?

Looking at that familiar face among the disciples of Dongyuan Sect, he was somewhat taken aback.

"Not dead? How is that possible?"

Qin Yang, a Golden Core cultivator, unleashed a furious finger strike that drained Song Yan of his life force and caused his spiritual power to collapse; he witnessed it all.

With injuries of that severity, even a pseudo-core cultivator would have no chance of survival.

But now, this person is standing right in front of me.

Shi Yunhao stared at Song Yan, trying to discern something from him, but apart from being somewhat weak, everything seemed normal.

That's not something that can be recovered from simply by taking pills or relying on breathing exercises.

Shi Yunhao raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised.

But then, his eyes were filled with regret.

Dying in the Nangong clan's territory and dying in the sect seem to make little difference.

Why bother?

……

Another location in the Yanran Mountains.

The snow on Fuyu Peak has not yet completely melted.

"Chirp..."

A frozen sparrow stumbled and fell through the trees.

But then a pair of fluffy, chubby hands raised a warm, spiritual energy and gathered the little sparrow in their palms.

Strands of demonic power surged forth, healing all of Xiao Que's injuries one by one.

This enormous figure was sitting cross-legged on the blue stone.

He had a round body, golden hair, an ancient rosary around his neck, and a large conical hat on his head.

"call……"

He snorted, stretched out his chubby hand, lifted his straw hat, and slightly raised his head to reveal his face.

It turned out to be a tiger demon.

The bird seemed to sense the benevolence of this demonic power, and gradually calmed down from its initial struggle.

The injury healed in the blink of an eye.

The chubby tiger demon reached out and gently stroked its body, then casually lifted it up, releasing the bird into the air.

His gaze passed over the woods and landed on the Cave Abyss Sect, shrouded in demonic clouds.

"It's truly heartbreaking."

He spoke in a human voice with a strange accent: "I heard that when Ancestor Zheng was still alive, he took good care of our demon race."

"Some of the senior figures in the mountains and seas today have received his guidance."

It shook its head slightly, and the bells on the edge of its straw hat jingled softly.

Beside the tiger demon sat an old man wearing an old straw raincoat, his face hidden in the shadows, seemingly blending into the surrounding clouds and mist.

If Song Yan were here, he would recognize that this person is Senior Shen.

He slowly spoke, saying, "The cycle of Heaven has come to an end. The fate of the old world has run its course. Chen Linyuan's death today is the will of Heaven."

“Lu Zhe, if you feel indebted to him, then take care of his escaped disciples.”

The tiger demon known as Lu Zhe grunted in response, its round belly rising and falling slightly with its breath.

"Elder Shen, where is that Sword Sect successor you mentioned?"

"It's right inside the mountain gate."

"Alas?!"

Lu Zhe's round, tiger-like eyes were filled with shock as he gazed at the group of cultivators at the foot of Dragon Head Mountain: "Which one is it? Which one is it?"

He asked, somewhat puzzled, "Sir...aren't you going to rescue him?"

“There’s no need for that,” Shen said calmly. “I’m not a servant of his Sword Sect.”

"and……"

“If he doesn’t survive, he’s not a successor of the Sword Sect.”

The fat tiger demon was silent for a moment, his nostrils flared, and he muttered something under his breath.

Old Mirage is really strict.

……

Unlike the snow-capped Fuyu Peak, this is another steep and precipitous peak in the Yanran Mountains. The summit is topped with ancient, towering trees.

Three figures sat on thick tree branches. Two of them were similar in build, dressed in red and white outfits, and their faces were covered with uniform masks.

It was the Yellow-lettered Hidden Edge Guard of the Hidden Dragon Secret Service, the two brothers Zhu Pingfang and Zhu Lifang.

Among them was a cultivator who was also masked and had no aura.

However, the material of the token hanging from his waist was different from that of the two Zhu brothers. Under the faint light shining through the gaps in the branches and leaves, the characters "地字叁玖" were clearly visible.

"master……"

Zhu Pingfang's posture was slightly stiff. A jade tablet of special material was placed on his lap, and he held a special talisman pen in his right hand. The tip of the pen was filled with spiritual light and was hovering above the jade tablet.

His gaze pierced through the mask, fixed on the distant view of the Dongyuan Sect.

"Who will ultimately want to see these secret revelations?"

Since the two brothers joined the secret service, this was the first time he had encountered such a task, and also the first time he had written a secret report.

Di Zi San Jiu's voice came through the mask, calm and emotionless: "No need to be nervous."

"This secret, apart from you and me, will ultimately only be revealed to three people."

Fortunately, not many people watched it.

Zhu Pingfang breathed a sigh of relief and casually asked, "Who are they?"

"Pavilion Master." The first name uttered by Di Zi San Jiu startled Zhu Pingfang.

The Hidden Dragon General is rumored to be a great cultivator at the Void Refinement Realm.

"Supervisor." Upon hearing the second name, Zhu Pingfang's hand holding the pen trembled violently, and he stared in disbelief.

The head of the Imperial Observatory.

"And... Your Majesty."

The two Zhu brothers were completely stunned.

His Majesty the Xuan Emperor?!
Zhu Pingfang was inwardly terrified. Each of these three was a terrifying being who could shake the entire Tang court and even the Central Region with a mere stomp of their foot…

The secret document for the elders... I'll draft it?
Seemingly sensing his disciple's unease and confusion, Di Zi San Jiu said, "No need to overthink it. Just record what you see and hear truthfully."

"At this moment, your eyes are the eyes of the Tang Dynasty."

Di Zi San Jiu gently patted Zhu Pingfang on the shoulder: "Don't be too nervous, it's okay if you make a mistake..."

"Oh." Zhu Pingfang breathed a sigh of relief.

"If you make a mistake, just cross it out. This secret revelation is the only one of its kind; there is no chance to redo it."

"?"

I can't help but be nervous!
Zhu Pingfang secretly grumbled to himself.

Boom——!
As they talked, the light above Dongyuan Sect shattered, transforming into countless fireflies that fluttered and danced in the air.

Under the combined attack of nine Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, the sect's protective formation completely collapsed.

As the demonic clouds descended, countless demonic cultivators surged forth, rushing towards the mountain gate.

Zhu Pingfang felt a chill run down his spine and began to write.

……

Among the cultivators of Dongyuan Sect, Song Yan frowned deeply.

Did he ever think about running away?
Of course I have thought about it.

In a war involving Golden Core and Nascent Soul cultivators, all Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators are merely supporting characters.

The deadly battle between the cultivators of Dongyuan Sect and those below the Golden Core stage from the Demon Ruins was of little significance.

Nine Nascent Soul cultivators are facing off against one Golden Core cultivator...

This is a game with absolutely no chance of winning.

However, Song Yan did not immediately leave the sect and escape the Yanran Mountains, because he sensed a gaze from within the rolling demonic clouds, looking down at him.

Those eyes were filled with undisguised killing intent.

Who is this guy?
Why would a Golden Core cultivator want to kill me?
Song Yan's heart sank to the bottom.

He didn't know the person, so he naturally found it strange.

But thinking about these things now is futile. It's better to think about how to survive longer in this certain death situation.

This person's murderous intent towards him is very obvious. If he were to escape the mountain gate now, he would probably be doomed.

Song Yan asked himself this question.

If this person is of similar strength to Qin Yang, am I confident that I can kill him?
The old Song Yan would never have even considered such a thought, but now the last bit of spiritual energy within him hasn't dissipated, and his spiritual power and sword energy flow endlessly...

Perhaps this is the only good news.

Unfortunately, after much thought and deduction, this possibility is still very low.

Even if everything goes according to the most perfect outcome and direction, it's only very close, just a little bit short, still a little bit short.

After all, a Golden Core cultivator isn't a fool who stands still and lets you unleash your killing moves.

He made a decisive move, unleashing the full power of his hidden sword's spiritual energy, his expression changing as he disappeared into the crowd.

It's unknown how long the Hidden Sword and the Water Mirror Hairband can remain concealed from a Golden Core cultivator's detection, but if one really wants to escape from a Golden Core cultivator, every second is extremely precious.

……

boom--!
The nine Nascent Soul cultivators attacked together, and with just three strikes, the great formation completely collapsed.

Demonic clouds rolled in over the forbidden area.

With the great formation broken, it means that Chen Linyuan's death is imminent, and the Dongyuan Sect will naturally perish as well.

Yu Yiming glanced casually at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining cultivators, showing little interest, and waved his hand at Zhang Xingming.

Zhang Xingming naturally understood what this meant.

The nine adults were going to find Chen Linyuan, and they left the rest of the Dongyuan Sect's insignificant members to be dealt with by themselves and the Demon Ruins cultivators behind them.

Countless demonic cultivators were eager to fight, their eyes gleaming with excitement.

This can be considered one of the perks of traveling with important figures.

With the intimidation of nine Nascent Soul Realm cultivators, there is no doubt that these Dongyuan Sect cultivators will lack fighting spirit and will not put up much resistance.

Their spiritual resources belong to whoever kills them.

"Yes, senior."

The nine demonic infants slowly descended towards the forbidden area. It was just an ordinary restriction, which Yu Yiming destroyed with a casual gesture.

He wasn't in a hurry at all. He landed far away and slowly walked towards the forbidden area.

He seemed quite relaxed and enjoying the feeling before killing Chen Linyuan.

I even wish it could be longer.

If you know that your enemy is destined to die today, and even if you don't kill him, he will appear... perhaps a heavenly lightning strike that will kill him, what would you do?

"Of course, I'll play with him until I'm tired of him, and then kill him," Yu Yiming thought.

The other eight demonic cultivators, including Chen Tianze, tacitly slowed their pace and followed behind Yu Yiming, implicitly taking him as their leader.

Yu Yiming saw this and kept walking, but felt a little disdainful.

These old fogies have really gotten used to being pathetic in the Demon Ruins; they've lost all their spirit.

The actions of these eight people were not out of humility, but rather out of fear of incurring karmic retribution for killing Chen Linyuan.

After all, he was a reincarnation of an immortal, and he also had the backing of some ethereal divine will.

These are people who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years, and what they fear most is something that cannot be seen or touched.

But Yu Yiming didn't think so.

According to the elders of the Demon Ruins, the ancient destiny of this world has run out, and Chen Linyuan is doomed to die. So if we can kill him with our own hands, we might be able to seize his destiny!

If Chen Linyuan can end an era, why can't Yu Yiming create a golden age of demonic cultivation?

These old bones of the Demon Ruins have long lost their edge; they should be allowed to die along with the old days.

But this is good, because no one will compete with me for the destiny of heaven and earth.

He thought so.

(End of this chapter)