I fabricated myths to guide the revival of spiritual energy.

On the East China Sea, life and death hang by a thread.

The black rift stretching to the horizon seemed to hear Chu Tian's voice, responding with a piercing shriek.

"squeak--!!!"

The sound didn't travel through the air; it exploded directly in everyone's minds. It was mental pollution, carrying chaos, brutality, and an extreme hunger.

At the rear of the group, several freshmen with slightly lower cultivation levels had their shields ripple violently, their faces turned pale, and they covered their ears, their flying swords almost losing control and falling.

Immediately afterwards, the sea exploded.

puff!puff!puff!

Countless jets of purplish-black water shot into the sky.

Amidst the billowing mist, the first batch of "things" emerged.

They are unlike any living thing on Earth.

Some have fish scales but sharp, long legs like those of arthropods; some resemble octopuses made of rotten flesh, with a murky eye at the tip of each tentacle; and many more are void monsters that resemble humans but have twisted, reversed joints in their limbs, clutching crude weapons made of bone spikes.

The quantity... tens of thousands.

Countless black dots shot out of the sea like locusts, relying on their amazing jumping power and some kind of anti-gravity bio-force field, heading straight for the Kunlun Square in mid-air.

Distance: 500 meters.

Four hundred meters.

A stench assaulted the senses, and the mouthparts, covered with sharp teeth, were clearly visible, with even bits of rotting flesh clinging between them.

fear.

A slight commotion broke out in the originally orderly formation.

Although they had killed projections in the Trial Tower.

But the projection has no body temperature, doesn't emit a nauseating stench, and certainly doesn't look at you with that kind of gaze that wants to devour you alive.

"I can't... there are too many..."

A boy instinctively tried to back away, but the flying sword in his hand lost its luster due to the disordered spiritual energy and was about to fall.

Just when morale was about to waver.

"Kunlun Belongs"

Chu Tian's voice was no longer as calm as before, but carried a hysterical roar, a furious howl to drown out fear:

"Sword Control!!!"

There were no complicated tactics.

Faced with such an overwhelming tide of beasts, any exquisite sword technique would be superfluous.

Only firepower can provide coverage.

The Azure Nether Sword in Chu Tian's hand was the first to fly out.

It transformed into a ten-zhang-long azure ribbon, drawing a perfect arc in the air, like the scythe of death.

puff!

The Foundation Establishment stage humanoid monster at the very front was sliced ​​in half at the waist before it could even scream. Dark green blood exploded in the air like acid rain.

That splash of green blood was like a signal, instantly igniting everyone's adrenaline.

Monsters are made of flesh too.

Monsters die too!

"kill!!!"

It's unclear who started shouting, but soon more than two thousand angry roars came together.

boom--!

That was a scene worthy of being recorded in the history of human warfare.

If the previous "river of light" was magnificent, then at this moment, the river has burst its banks.

More than two thousand flying swords accelerated simultaneously, breaking the sound barrier.

Each sword is enveloped in a different colored aura—golden sharpness, red bursting, and blue icy coldness.

They are no longer means of transportation, but harvesters that reap lives.

In this moment, there is no elegance in the "return of ten thousand swords to their origin".

This was a saturation attack.

This is a cultivation-themed version of a metal storm.

"First salvo! Fire!"

The flying swords poured down like a torrential rain, colliding fiercely with the oncoming horde of beasts.

There is no suspense.

The first wave of Qi Refining stage monsters at the forefront felt like they had crashed into a wall made of a meat grinder.

The sound of flying swords piercing flesh was so dense that it became a continuous sound, and severed limbs fell like raindrops.

The originally purplish-black sea was dyed dark green in an instant, and then covered by some deeper color.

……

High altitude, inside the cockpit of a J-20 fighter jet.

The radar screen is completely distorted.

Because the targets were so densely packed and intertwined, it was impossible to distinguish friend from foe.

The pilot looked down at the scene below, his mouth slightly agape, completely speechless.

What did he see?

He saw those cultivators who usually seemed aloof and superior now controlling streaks of light, weaving through the monster horde.

He saw a girl in a red hoodie making a hand seal; her flying sword transformed into a ball of fire, burning a tentacle monster that was trying to ambush him to ashes.

He saw the boy who saluted him control three flying swords, forming a small triangular sword formation, which shredded a giant fish demon into dust.

"Is this... the war of cultivation?"

The pilot felt his worldview had shattered.

There were no missile exhaust plumes, no artillery roars.

Only the dazzling light and shadow, and the brutal beauty unique to the era of cold weapons, where every strike cuts to the flesh.

"Tower, Falcon 01 reporting."

The pilot took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly. "I think... we probably don't need to get involved. This isn't a war at all."

He paused, looking at the beast horde's vanguard being slaughtered in one-sided fashion.

"This was a massacre."

……

However, the situation on the battlefield was not so optimistic.

The first wave went smoothly because the monsters were too weak, and also because of the sharpness of the flying swords.

But as more monsters surged forth, the real test began.

"ah!!!"

A scream ripped through the communication channel.

At the edge of the formation, a boy named Li Ming, caught up in the excitement of the battle, strayed a few meters from the formation.

In that instant, a chameleon-like monster with the ability to become invisible emerged from the void.

The long, barbed tongue instantly shattered his spiritual energy shield, pierced his shoulder, and violently tore him off the flying sword.

Having lost the support of his flying sword, he plummeted towards the sea like a kite with a broken string.

What awaited him below were countless gaping, blood-red mouths.

"Li Ming!!!"

"Help!!"

Several classmates nearby instantly had tears in their eyes and, disregarding everything, turned their swords around and tried to charge down.

"Maintain formation! No disorder! Anyone who leaves the team will be punished equally!"

Chu Tian's voice rang out coldly. He swung his sword, and the Azure Nether Sword, accompanied by the sound of wind and thunder, beheaded the chameleon.

But he did not go to save Li Ming.

Because it was too late; if the formation broke down at this point, even more people would die.

As the student named Li Ming fell, the fear in his eyes suddenly vanished when he saw the monster rushing towards him.

At that moment, he knew he was beyond saving.

He suddenly pulled out a talisman glowing red from his pocket—it was the "Glory Bomb" that Gu Qing had given to everyone, an extremely unstable second-tier explosive flame talisman.

This young man, only twenty years old, did not cry out for his mother in the last moments of his life.

He looked at those hideous monsters, a ferocious smile more hideous than a grimace spreading across his face.

"Fuck your mother...you want to eat me? I'll knock your teeth out!"

Boom!!!

A massive fireball rose from the sea, instantly engulfing all life within a 30-meter radius.

That was the first drop of blood.

It was also the first death knell.

The students, who had been somewhat complacent due to their favorable situation, instantly sobered up.

The firelight shone on everyone's faces, stinging their eyes and burning away the last bit of innocent fantasy in their hearts.

This is not a static projection inside the Trial Tower, nor is it a game.

If you are killed, you really will die.

The classmate who was just discussing the Spring Festival Gala with them has vanished without a trace.

"Defense team! Push up!"

"Sword cultivators! Don't hold back your spiritual energy, kill them all!"

"Those are our classmates! Those are our brothers!!!"

Anger replaced fear.

The previously somewhat loose formation miraculously solidified at this moment.

All the flying swords accelerated again, this time with an unyielding hatred.

Nothing makes a person grow up faster than the blood of their comrades.

At this moment, Kunlun was no longer a school.

It is an army.

……

At the summit of Kunlun, above the sea of ​​clouds.

Gu Qing stared at the exploding spark in the water mirror, her fingers trembling slightly.

[System notification: A friendly unit has been detected dead.]

Current casualty count: 1.

"First Blood".

Gu Qing's voice was very soft, so soft that only he himself could hear it.

He recognized the student.

Li Ming is of average ability and has only average comprehension. Yesterday, I saw him telling his family that the school had given out a lot of bonuses and that he wanted to buy his parents a big house in the county town.

Now, the house can't be bought, and the person is gone.

"Does your heart hurt?" The system's voice carried a hint of mockery. "Host, your heart rate has increased."

"Heartache is a useless emotion."

Gu Qing stared expressionlessly at the data stream. "Record the data. The actual combat power of the Blazing Flame Talisman is 15% higher than expected. We can consider further optimization."

But the nails on his hands, hidden in his sleeves, were deeply embedded in his palms.

Gu Qing closed her eyes, no longer looking at the place where the name disappeared.

"Li Ming, may you rest in peace."

"Don't come to Kunlun in your next life."