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Chapter 233 Amidst Treacherous Waves and Turmoil, Humanity Drifts

"This...this is going to be a world of change..."

In a certain immortal sect in the south, an old Taoist priest with white hair stood on the mountaintop, gazing at the two terrifying clouds of energy approaching in the distance, muttering to himself.

"A battle for supremacy in the demon realm... How many years ago was the last time something like this happened?"

"Black Mountain Demon... Netherworld Demon..."

"After this battle, the world will likely be completely changed..."

He sighed deeply, turned around, and walked back to the mountain gate.

"Send word: seal off the mountain; no disciple is allowed to leave!"

At the same time, all the major sects in the human world were doing the same thing.

They closed off the mountain, shut themselves in, and protected themselves.

This level of conflict is beyond their capabilities.

Even just watching requires immense courage.

The major sects in the mortal realm urgently recalled their disciples and activated the formation to tightly close their mountain gates.

The struggle between the top forces in the demon realm is like a raging storm, something that small boats like theirs cannot face or intervene in. They should be grateful if they can protect themselves in the aftermath of this bloody storm.

This sense of powerlessness leaves all those who aspire to restore humanity disheartened.

Although they had long known that humanity was beyond saving, it was not until this war, which had not yet begun, arrived that they truly felt the powerlessness of this reality, and their moral compass was almost shattered.

At Tianqiong Mountain, in the Danyang Sect, Master Yunjin was nearly driven mad with anxiety.

From the moment the Black Mountain Demon left the underworld and the storm of yin energy began to sweep across the human world, she started sending messages to Nie Xiaoqian, urging her to return to the mountain gate immediately.

One after another, one after another.

More than a hundred communication talismans were sent out, but not a single one received a reply.

Seeing that the clash between Yin energy and demonic energy was becoming increasingly fierce, and the Yin and evil energy in the world was becoming more and more violent and terrifying, if it dragged on any longer, the disciples' magical power would probably be contaminated.

Master Yunjin sighed helplessly, finally activating the formation to completely isolate the Danyang Sect from the outside world, leaving a pure land for his disciples to live in.

After activating the formation, Master Yun Jin was somewhat distraught. Now, no matter why "Nie Xiaoqian" didn't come back or reply to the letter, she was gone forever.

This disciple, whose extraordinary talent once gave her hope for the revival of humanity, was ultimately left to face this storm alone, and was doomed.

"What exactly is this girl trying to do?!" Master Yun Jin's face turned ashen. "The Black Mountain Underworld is about to wage war against the Heavenly Demon Palace. The Yin and Yang energy throughout the world is surging. Can't she sense it?!"

"Senior sister, calm down." Duanmu Xingyun stood to the side, her expression also very solemn. "Xiaoqian... perhaps has her own plans."

"Plans? What plans?!" Master Yunjin suddenly stopped and looked at Duanmu Xingyun. "That's a battle that could change the very fabric of the world. No matter how exceptional her talent is, what can she possibly do?"

"What could she possibly be planning? Who does she think she is?"

Duanmu Xingyun was silent for a moment, then said softly, "Senior Sister, do you still remember the day Xiaoqian became an disciple, when we went to pay respects to the Ancestral Master..."

Master Yunjin suddenly stopped moving.

Of course she remembers.

When we offered sacrifices to the ancestral master that day, the ancestral master's tablet did not react at all.

At the time, she thought it was a normal phenomenon and didn't think much of it.

But looking back now—

Something is wrong!

Given Nie Xiaoqian's astonishing talent and unprecedented cultivation speed, it would be quite normal for the patriarch to rise from the dead on the spot.

How could there be no reaction at all?

"You mean..." Master Yunjin frowned, "that the Ancestor didn't fail to respond, but rather... was unable to respond?"

Duanmu Xingyun nodded: "I suspect that Xiaoqian's identity may be more complicated than we imagine."

"Her background may be extraordinary, so it's normal for her to have her own ideas."

“We weaklings can only close our mountains to protect ourselves in this storm, but she is different. Perhaps she has the ability and wants to do something for this world, and she will die without regret.”

Master Yun Jin fell silent, a hint of pity flashing in his eyes. "My disciple, why are you so foolish? You have unparalleled talent and a bright future. You should have kept your life to use and planned for the future. Why risk your life now?"

But she couldn't blame Nie Xiaoqian for making that choice, just as they chose to close the mountain; Nie Xiaoqian had also made her own choice.

Unable to stand idly by and watch the world fall into ruin, the apprentice resolved to risk her life. As her master, she felt nothing but sorrow and pride.

She sighed as she walked out of the hall where the array's central point was located, wandering aimlessly through the Danyang Sect, trying to find traces of "Nie Xiaoqian's" activities or anything she had left behind to commemorate this unparalleled disciple.

After searching around, she discovered that although "Nie Xiaoqian" had been cultivating at the Danyang Sect for more than a year, she had not left any trace at all.

There weren't even any personal belongings in her room. It was exactly the same as when the room was assigned to her, with nothing added or removed.

Master Yun Jin deliberately wandered around the sect, but couldn't find any trace of "Nie Xiaoqian's" existence. Apart from his own and everyone else's memories, there seemed to be nothing that could prove "Nie Xiaoqian's" existence.

Master Yunjin was immediately bewildered. Was this really the case?

What kind of thoughts would lead someone to deliberately control the situation so that they leave no trace at all?

Did you foresee this day and not want us to be reminded of painful memories?

She pondered the events since "Nie Xiaoqian" arrived at the Danyang Sect, then suddenly changed direction and headed towards the Danyang Sect's ceremonial implements storeroom.

When Nie Xiaoqian became a disciple, her status was extraordinary, so the ceremony was held with great fanfare, essentially a grand ceremony that utilized many tools and facilities.

Some of these were high-end items specially made for "Nie Xiaoqian," and they were all put back into the warehouse after the deed was done.

Master Yunjin believed that no matter what, those things would inevitably bear traces of "Nie Xiaoqian," enough to commemorate her.

"Ah, this!" When the warehouse door was pushed open, Master Yun Jin was completely stunned.

A strong, pungent smell of blood wafted over.

The warehouse was covered in bloodstains; the walls, the ceiling, and the shelves where the equipment was stored were all splattered with dried blood!

It felt as if it had been submerged in blood and then dried out for a long time. Everywhere you looked was covered in bloodstains, and the ground had become muddy as a result!

At the highest point in the center of the warehouse, where spare ancestral tablets were originally placed, the tablets there had been blown up at some point, leaving only half of the base lying on top, with blood still dripping from the broken surface.

The blood flowed down the base, dripping onto the ground and merging into the blood-stained area.

Master Yunjin's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She staggered back two steps, leaning against the door frame to barely regain her balance.

Duanmu Xingyun rushed over upon hearing the commotion and witnessed the scene. His eyes widened in shock: "This...this is..."

Master Yun Jin was stunned. As the head of the Danyang Sect, she was familiar with many strange things in this world, and this situation immediately made her think of many things.

Even a single drop of blood seeping from the ancestral tablet is an extremely ominous warning; now, not only has the ancestral tablet exploded, but blood has also gushed out, flooding the entire warehouse...

"The Patriarch warned..." Master Yun Jin's voice trembled, "No, it's not a warning, it's... what exactly is this?!"

I've never heard of such a thing before!

Master Yun Jin gasped in shock. Heavens, just who is Nie Xiaoqian? That even the spirit of the Patriarch in heaven couldn't withstand her?!

"What...what exactly is she?" Master Yunjin murmured.

Duanmu Xingyun remained silent for a long time before slowly speaking: "No matter who she is, I think... perhaps we don't need to worry about her anymore."

"Although this may sound a bit exaggerated, I really think now that even the Black Mountain Demon might not be able to do anything to her."

Master Yunjin remained silent.

She simply stared at the bloodstains on the ground and the still-dripping base of the memorial tablet, remaining silent for a long time.

Outside the Heavenly Demon Palace.

The army of the Black Mountain Demon has arrived.

It was a dark, dense army of ghostly soldiers that almost covered the entire horizon.

Tens of thousands of ghostly soldiers, clad in black armor and wielding various weapons, marched in orderly ranks from the darkness in the distance.

Their steps were perfectly synchronized, and the ground trembled slightly with each step.

There was complete silence; not a sound could be heard.

There were no footsteps, no breathing, no rustling of armor, not even the sound of a flag fluttering in the wind.

There was only a pure, utter, chilling stillness.

The Black Mountain Demon's side only had 10,000 troops, but they were well-equipped, disciplined, and had the Ghost King in command, making them extremely elite.

While the Heavenly Demon Palace had a large number of people, no less than 50,000, their forces were chaotic and diverse, and even their high-level experts were no match for the Yin Soldiers.

The Yin soldiers were elite, while the demon soldiers were numerous. The two sides were evenly matched in terms of power and aura, which made both sides take the situation seriously.

In the very center of the ghostly army, a black mountain was slowly moving.

The mountain was entirely black, its surface covered with jagged rock textures and ancient blood-red runes, exuding a terrifying aura that defied description.

On the mountainside, a huge and distorted face can be vaguely seen.

The face had no features, only a pair of bottomless black eye sockets and a gaping maw that opened and closed like an abyss.

The Black Mountain Demon lives up to its name; its true form is a black mountain, without human form, hundreds of meters tall, and its movements cause the earth to shake, making it very imposing.

Nie Xiaoqian stood at the highest point of the Heavenly Demon Palace, her green robes fluttering. She stared at the enormous Black Mountain Demon from several kilometers away, her boundless demonic power raging wildly. Even though she was small in stature, she still possessed overwhelming power, and no one dared to underestimate her.

"Good heavens..."

Nie Xiaoqian looked at the approaching black mountain and couldn't help but click her tongue.

"So ugly..."

I thought the image of the Tree Demon Granny was already unbearable to look at, but I didn't expect the Black Mountain Demon to be even more outrageous; her appearance alone is offensive.

Although she spoke lightly, a hint of seriousness had already appeared in Nie Xiaoqian's eyes.

Chapter 234 It is quite reasonable for the Heavenly Demon to use Buddhist supernatural powers.

Although she had heard of the Black Mountain Demon's reputation before, she only realized what it was like when she actually saw him—