Fantasy: I, the Great Celestial Venerable of the Dao

The five major orthodox sects, as well as countless small and medium-sized sects and independent cultivators who received the summons from Tianyong City.

Like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea, they flow from every corner of China.

We set off with all our might towards Tianxin Valley in the Kunlun Mountains.

In order to buy time, leaders of various sects, such as Yun Yilan of Fenxiang Valley, the monk Puhong of Tianyin Temple, and Zen Master Fahai of Shaolin Temple, etc.

Most of them chose to separate from their disciples and go ahead based on their own profound cultivation.

The same applies to Tian Buyi and Master Shuiyue of the Qingyun Sect.

Only the Shu Mountain Sect, relying on its treasured artifact, the "Flying Divine Boat," could achieve this.

Carrying the sect leader, the Sword Saint, and a group of elite elders and disciples, the procession was grand and its speed was not slow at all.

In less than two days, almost all of the top combat forces of the five major sects had arrived outside Tianxin Valley.

Their arrival, along with other righteous people who arrived one after another, was a welcome surprise.

This immediately and greatly relieved the pressure on Han Su Zhenren and the cultivators of the Seven Nights Dynasty.

Various magical treasures shone, Taoist and Buddhist seals, and array formations lit up.

This contrasts sharply with the dark, demonic energy that constantly emanates from the valley.

They temporarily suppressed the restless demonic energy and began to reinforce the crumbling seal.

Meanwhile, across the land of China, in towns and villages protected by righteous cultivators...

It is also a gathering place for well-informed independent cultivators, and even some demonic forces with keen senses.

They all began a large-scale, organized eastward migration.

Everyone understood that once the Myriad Calamities Spring was completely out of control, the area surrounding Kunlun and even the entire western part of China would be in danger.

They will all be the first to be affected, turning into a desolate and demonic realm.

A storm that could threaten the very survival of the world is brewing deep within the Kunlun Mountains.

Meanwhile, Dao Xuan was flying through the air on his sword, heading towards Tianxin Valley with his disciple.

Tianxin Valley is teeming with demonic energy.

The once ethereal and blessed land is now completely shrouded in dark gray demonic energy.

The demonic energy writhed like a living thing, crashing against the layers of transparent barriers around it, producing a teeth-grinding "sizzle" sound.

Each impact caused the massive light barrier covering a radius of thirty miles to sway violently, flickering unpredictably, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Outside the valley, inside the main tent of the Righteous Alliance, the atmosphere was so heavy it was almost palpable.

More than a hundred cultivators gathered here, representing the pinnacle of human cultivators in the vast land of Shenzhou.

The leaders and elders of the six major sects, and the heads of other famous sects.

And some renowned rogue cultivators...

Any one of them could cause a stir in the region with a stomp of their foot on ordinary days.

At this moment, their faces mostly showed an undeniable weariness, especially the lingering worry deep in their eyes.

Those seated in the top six chairs were naturally the leaders of the six major sects.

From left to right: Master Hansu of Tianyong City, Venerable Puhong of Tianyin Temple, Daoxuan of Qingyun Sect (who did not come), Dugu Sword Saint of Shushan Sect, Yun Yilan of Fenxiang Valley, and Zen Master Fahai of Shaolin Temple.

The mere arrangement of seating silently reveals the status and strength of each sect within the righteous path.

As the host, Master Hansu was pale and had sunken eyes.

The days of hard work and resisting the demonic energy had almost exhausted his strength.

As the major sect closest to the Myriad Calamities Abyss, Tianyong City bore the brunt of the attack, and its disciples suffered heavy casualties.

He forced himself to stay alert and glanced at the group of fellow practitioners gathered in the tent.

Finally, the object landed on the old man beside him, whose hair and beard were all white, but whose face remained resolute and whose aura of swordsmanship was awe-inspiring.

"Senior Brother Ziyin," Master Hansu's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Since you know the most about the Myriad Calamities Abyss, why don't you explain the current situation to everyone?"

All eyes inside the tent instantly focused on Master Ziyin.

This is the Sword-wielding Elder of Tianyong City.

A legendary figure who single-handedly elevated a small sect to one of the six major sects.

His prestige even surpassed that of the sect leader in some respects.

Although he could not hide his weariness between his brows, he still stood up straight.

Like a sword that has never been drawn from its sheath.

Master Ziyin nodded slightly and slowly walked into the tent, his voice not loud.

Yet it reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying a metallic quality and an undeniable weight:

"The Myriad Calamities Spring is the gathering place of the most evil energy of heaven and earth."

Its demonic energy is so intense that anyone who is not at the Yin Spirit Realm will collapse upon contact with it.

Ordinary disciples need to rely on the barrier formation and gather the spiritual power of everyone to barely resist.

Even with the cultivation level of the Great Perfection of the Upper Clarity Realm, one could only hold out for a short while if they personally ventured into the core of the demonic energy.

They will then be corrupted by demonic energy, and their soul and spirit will be destroyed.

"hiss--"

Although everyone present had already personally experienced the terror of that demonic energy.

But upon hearing Master Ziyin say it himself...

"The Great Perfection of the Supreme Purity can only sustain this for a short while."

I couldn't help but gasp.

The Great Perfection of Shangqing!

Among those present, only a handful could reach this level; it was a height that countless cultivators could never attain in their entire lives.

Even they could only hold out for such a short time, so one can only imagine how terrifying the core of the demonic energy was.

A bitter expression crossed Master Ziyin's face as he continued:

"What's even more troublesome is that most of the barriers and seals we currently rely on for defense were left by our predecessors."

Having endured the ravages of time and the erosion of demonic energy, it was already in a dilapidated state.

Although we tried our best to repair it, the demonic energy erupted stronger with each attack.

In my judgment, based on this trend, the existing barrier can only last for a maximum of... seven more days.

"Seven days?!"

Even some of the more composed older cultivators couldn't help but gasp in surprise.

A suppressed commotion immediately arose inside the tent.

Panic, like an invisible plague, began to spread quietly.

Seven days!

Just seven days!

If the barrier breaks and demonic energy surges out, how many of the more than 20,000 people present will survive?

What about the billions of living beings outside the barrier?

"quiet!"

A cold shout, like the sound of a sword, instantly silenced all the noise.

The one who spoke was Dugu Jiansheng, whose face was cold and stern, and whose gaze swept across the entire scene like lightning.

"What's the panic! The sky hasn't fallen yet!" He looked at Master Ziyin and asked in a deep voice:

"Elder Ziyin, if we gather all the current power of the righteous path and rearrange the barrier formation capable of sealing demonic energy, how long would it take?"

Master Ziyin took a deep breath and uttered the answer that plunged everyone's spirits into despair:

"Tianxin Valley covers a vast area, and the source of demonic energy, the Myriad Tribulations Spring, is unfathomably deep."

An effective seal cannot be achieved with a single barrier.

Multiple interconnected formations need to be deployed to weaken the enemy layer by layer.

Even if we exert all our strength to gather materials, inscribe array patterns, and infuse magic power... it will still take at least a month and a half.

A month and a half!

A feeling of despair, like an icy tide, instantly engulfed the tent.

The existing barrier can only last for seven days, but setting up a new array will take a month and a half.

What can fill this time gap?

Are we going to use human lives to pay for this?

But how many lives would it take to fill that endless demonic energy?

A deathly silence fell over the tent.