Perfect World: The First Dao Body in the Chaotic Era!

"But I refused."

“I grew up in the Heaven-Mending Pavilion and have been greatly indebted to it. I cannot leave at this time.”

A hint of surprise flashed in Li Dao's eyes, but he also saw a resolute look in them.

Sensing her determination, he didn't try to persuade her further, but instead patted her on the shoulder and said:

"If you want to stay, then stay. Follow me."

"I can't say about other things, but protecting you is more than enough!"

Li Jiaojiao nodded with a relieved smile, and the two chatted for a while longer in the pavilion.

However, not long afterward, they were drawn by a deafening roar.

Rumbling--

Li Dao sensed the spatial fluctuations emanating from the void, and with a flap of his purple-gold wings, he arrived above the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.

Suddenly, the void above the depths of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion cracked open, and a cyan-gold staircase descended from the hole.

A divine light flashed in Li Dao's eyes, and he vaguely saw countless illusory figures of saints flickering behind the rift.

On those ancient, pristine lapis lazuli steps, a figure walked slowly upwards with his hands behind his back, each step creating ripples in the air.

"The Holy Academy has opened, and the one with double pupils is about to enter."

"You kid, aren't you going to give it a shot? There might be the ultimate inheritance of my Heaven-Mending Pavilion inside."

Ancestor Mu Yan appeared beside Li Dao at some unknown time, and looking at Shi Yi on the path of the Sacred Academy, he spoke softly.

Feeling the pure thunder power within Li Dao's body, he already knew where the pure thunder power he had sensed came from.

In addition, having witnessed Li Dao's great power last time, annihilating four clans of cultivators in one move, she developed a strong liking for him.

Li Dao's gaze remained fixed on Shi Yi. He was not surprised by the arrival of Ancestor Mu Yan, having sensed the dense aura of thunder from afar.

He smiled and said, "This is the path of those with double pupils, but not my path."

The smile on Ancestor Mu Yan's face froze for a moment. He glanced sideways at the youthful yet unusually calm face, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

After looking at it for a while, he smiled and nodded, saying:

"That's true. Everyone is born to walk a different path and embark on a different journey."

"It's very good that you can understand this principle."

Shi Yi entered the Holy Academy and threw a small pebble into the dull Patching Heaven Pavilion, but it didn't cause much of a ripple, because people left every day.

On this day, a grief-stricken roar echoed from the depths of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion:

"Damn it! My Heaven-Mending Pavilion will fight you to the death!"

Wu Yuan looked at the messages coming from the various strongholds in his hand, his face ashen.

We have just received news that three strongholds have been massacred, and all the elders and disciples stationed there have been killed!

Over the past few centuries, only seven strongholds had been built, and three of them were wiped out in a single bloodbath. Centuries of hard work had gone to waste, and he was filled with extreme anger.

However, after the anger, he was replaced by a sense of lingering fear, if it weren't for Li Dao's notification.

They changed their minds and sent the elder disciples who were originally intended to be sent to the stronghold to other places.

Therefore, the number of disciples and elders who have perished in the three strongholds is not just this many.

When Mu Yan, Xiong Fei, Elder Liu, and other high-ranking officials arrived, they also received the news, and their faces all looked extremely grim.

Even worse, the old vine's condition was also gradually deteriorating, and the Butian Pavilion was already on the verge of collapse.

Two days later, even worse news arrived, enraging the top brass of the Butian Pavilion.

The old vine unleashed its divine power once more, tearing open a large hole in the void, causing Wu Yuan to cough up blood.

Ancestor Mu Yan was covered in lightning, overturning a sacred mountain, like a raging lion, the lightning flashing in the void for a long time.

On this day, a sense of sorrow permeated the entire Butian Pavilion, and all the disciples who received the news were enraged.

Inside the courtyard, a strong killing intent flashed in Li Dao's eyes, and a surge of anger rose in his chest.

News has spread that many tribes, large and small, that had members who joined the Heaven-Mending Pavilion and then returned have been completely wiped out!

Dozens of large tribes and hundreds of small tribes near Butian were swept away overnight, with no survivors; they were all wiped out!

Li Dao felt a chill run through him, and murmured involuntarily:

"This is because the removal of three strongholds did not meet expectations, and they want to eliminate the disciples of the Butian Pavilion who are still outside!"

If a great war were to break out, these tribes protected by the Heaven-Mending Pavilion would be powerful allies.

However, being cut off at this time would be an immense loss for the Butian Pavilion.

When Shi Hao received this news, he was momentarily dazed.

Touching his face, he could still hear the words of his senior brothers and sisters pinching his cheeks and giving him careful instructions.

Those days of playing and laughing together seem like yesterday, but now we are separated by death so quickly, and a sense of sadness wells up in my heart.

On this day, the entire Butian Pavilion was plunged into sorrow.

Rumbling--

At this moment, the divine vine revived once more, its divine power spreading across a radius of millions of miles. A calm, emotionless voice reached everyone's ears:

"I will leave a divine seed in the pavilion, and the divine seed will have a chance to start over in the Heaven-Mending Pavilion!"

"It will once again protect the Heaven-Mending Pavilion!"

"Please, Lord Spirit Master, guide us on the path ahead!" Many cried out in sorrow, already knowing that this pure land of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion was about to perish.

"Forward! Fight your way out! As long as one person survives, sooner or later that survivor will bear the name of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion and once again shine in the world!"

"I have reached my end, but your lives are just beginning. Carry the name of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion and fight your way out to survive."

The sacrificial spirits echoed in everyone's ears, and everyone's morale reached an unprecedented level at this moment.

At this moment, divine vine roots burst forth from the ground, and chains of divine order intertwined in the sky. A voice filled with killing intent rang out: "My enemy has arrived, the battle begins!"

As the words fell, several terrifying figures rapidly approached from afar. The sky was illuminated by divine halos, and supreme beings looked down upon them. A golden road stretched into the depths of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, and at the other end of the golden road, a figure gradually became clear...

Meanwhile, on the distant land, several shadowy forces surrounded the Heaven-Mending Pavilion like hungry wolves.

"Fight your way out! As long as one person survives today, the Heaven-Mending Pavilion will live on forever!"

One of the elders in the sect roared first, his cloudy old eyes already brimming with tears.

Li Dao stood in the void, looking into the distance, where a black tide surged forth as if to devour everything.

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with murderous intent. Behind him stood Hei Sha, Xiao Hua, and Li Jiaojiao.

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He planted his thunder spear on the ground, pointed it forward, and coldly spoke:

"Kill them."

Chapter 138 The Heart Sword is Drawn, Living Beings Perish

Wu Yuan leaped into the air, ordering each elder and patriarch to lead a group of disciples in a surprise attack.

Li Dao and Xiong Fei were assigned to the same group. The two stood side by side, poised and ready to go, looking ahead.

Behind the two, hundreds of cultivators stood suspended in mid-air, closely following them.

He turned his head slightly and saw Shi Hao following beside Ancestor Mu Yan, so he nodded to him.

Shi Hao also turned his head, and the two looked at each other, both reading the implication of meeting outside in each other's eyes.

Just as everyone was preparing to charge out, a large number of people were already gathered outside the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, all waiting for the behemoth of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion to show signs of fatigue so they could deliver the heaviest blow.

This vast sacred land, which has existed since ancient times, contains countless divine treasures and the most anticipated great opportunities, which have only appeared a handful of times over the long years.

Therefore, they brought along the younger generation of disciples from the clan, all for that great opportunity.

"The sons of those kings and generals entered the Heaven-Mending Pavilion early on, gaining a huge advantage. We can only see if we can gain any benefit!"

"Even the Human Emperor has sent his offspring here, presumably for that ultimate opportunity. It seems that the so-called opportunity is indeed real."

Numerous creatures had already surrounded the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, and immediately clashed with the many cultivators of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion who had begun to break through.

The battle then broke out, with runes intertwining and flashing. The first to rush out were the many elders of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, who burned their life essence to forcefully open a path.

In the blink of an eye, those elders were covered in blood, their bodies on the verge of collapse, as countless magical techniques and supernatural powers rained down on them, causing them severe injuries.

There were just too many people surrounding the entrance, and the passage that had just been cleared was immediately blocked again.

Seeing the body of the elder Daoist who was charging ahead shattered, Li Dao and Xiong Fei's expressions grew increasingly solemn, and the faces of the many disciples behind them also changed.

"Kill! Fight your way out of here!"

Not far from Li Dao and his group, a dozen elders burned their life essence to clear a path. Bathed in blood, they leveled mountains and carved out a trail, leading a group of disciples to break through the encirclement.

"Don't even think about leaving!" A loud shout rang out from the void, and an old man flew in, holding an ancient golden sword. Accompanied by seductive music, he disturbed the secrets of heaven and the hearts of men, and then slashed down with his sword.

Rumbling--

As the sword fell, mountains crumbled, rivers changed course, trees shattered, and grass broke. With a single strike, the earth was severed, leaving a black, invisible ravine in which many disciples and elders perished.

"Those bastards from the Tuoba family! They really did come!"

Hearing Elder Xiong Fei's words through gritted teeth beside him, Li Dao's expression also hardened.

But behind the old man, Tuoba Chuan, who had been defeated by Shi Hao and had his Peng Technique taken away, was also in the crowd.

"You scum of the Tuoba family! We didn't wipe you out in ancient times, but today, even if we die, we will slaughter you all here!"

Lei Zu's mighty voice echoed across the sky, carrying countless bolts of lightning as it crashed down on the old man, shattering the space around him.

Seeing the old man being held back, Li Dao immediately shouted:

"Follow Lei Zu closely and fight your way out!"

"Chisel a formation!"

A sword appeared in Li Dao's hand, and he slashed it forward, the invisible strike cutting through dozens of oncoming creatures.

Puff puff--