nyslfriends Chapter 1935 Fear, Hope!
Chapter 1935 Fear, Hope!
next moment.
The Golden Core steward subconsciously looked up...
From the depths of the greenish-blue light barrier above, resembling will-o'-the-wisps, countless pale green specks, each the size of a mung bean, emerged.
Like a summer downpour, it appeared silently.
They were densely packed, almost filling the entire sky.
"That is……"
His pupils suddenly shrank to pinpoints, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head; the shadow of death had never been so clear.
"Oh no! Quickly..."
The word "hide" had not yet been uttered.
call out!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
The countless pale green specks of light, moving at a speed exceeding the limits of a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense, poured down like a celestial river flowing backwards towards the Wanxian Sect's mountain gate within the light curtain!
There was no earth-shattering momentum, only a deathly silence that froze the soul.
The Golden Core steward felt a slight coolness on the top of his head, and a green dot the size of a bean quietly landed on the crown of his head.
"Ugh—!"
Before he could even make any defensive or dodge movements, a shrill, inhuman scream burst from his throat!
The next moment,
His entire body, starting from the top of his head, was as if scalding green oil had been poured over him, and he quickly "melted" and was completely dyed!
In the blink of an eye, a writhing, agonizing "green light figure" appeared in the spot.
It can only be barely identified from the outline as having once been a human figure.
The "green light man" waved his arms in vain, making a teeth-grinding "sizzling" sound.
It was as if flesh, bones, magic power, and even the soul were being frantically eroded and devoured by that green light.
It struggled for less than a breath...
The "green light man's" movements suddenly froze, and then, as if all support had been drained, he collapsed softly to the ground.
The green light quickly dimmed, subsided, and went out.
Wherever it was, only a gray, shriveled, and wrinkled corpse remained, as if it had been dried up for thousands of years.
The corpse's eyes were sunken, its mouth wide open, maintaining a posture of extreme pain before death, but there was no longer any sign of life within it.
Even the most subtle traces of blood essence, remnant soul, and magical power were completely devoured.
It was a complete annihilation of both body and spirit, leaving nothing behind.
A similar scene...
The same thing was happening simultaneously in every corner of the Wanxian Sect's mountain gate.
The disciple in the Qi Refining stage was anxiously waiting in his room when a green light pierced through the walls and tiles, turning him into a dried-up corpse.
The disciple in the Foundation Establishment stage attempted to escape using a magical artifact, but the green light arrived first and "absorbed" him along with the artifact.
The protective aura erected by the Golden Core stage deacons and stewards was as thin as a cicada's wing in the face of the eerie green light, and shattered instantly, following in the footsteps of their comrades.
Even those elders and guest advisors at the Nascent Soul stage...
Whether it's a powerful figure like Chi Yunzi who incites surrender?
Or perhaps a few cultivators who attempted to join forces to resist?
Under the lightning-fast shower of light...
The ending was exactly the same.
Their magical artifacts fell with a mournful cry.
The protective supernatural power shattered like a bubble.
Before the nascent souls could even escape, they were tainted by the green light and, amidst a few short, shrill screams or curses, turned into skeletons.
"Elder, spare me! This disciple knows his mistake!"
I won't do it again!
I am willing to live and die with the sect! I beg the elders…”
"No—Fang Zhenyue!"
You old devil!
You'll die a horrible death! Ah!
"A sect...this is a sect...haha...hahaha..."
Screams, pleas for mercy, curses, maniacal laughter...
Various sounds intertwined and boiled within the first two or three breaths, turning this sacred land of immortals into a veritable hell, a place of ghostly wails and howls.
But only a few breaths later.
All sound came to an abrupt halt.
The green light, like the receding tide, quickly dissipated and disappeared back into the now sinister protective array's light barrier.
All that remained were thousands of mummified corpses scattered throughout the mountain gate, each in a different pose.
And a deathly, chilling vacuum.
The thick stench of blood did not rise, because even the scent of blood had been swallowed up; only a heavy sense of death, of everything withering and life extinguished, permeated every inch of air.
All disciples, deacons, and elders who previously publicly expressed their stance or clearly leaned towards accepting the review of the Cultivator Association, regardless of their cultivation level?
Regardless of one's previous identity or background?
Anyone who spoke or acted in the chaos just now will be executed without exception.
The entire Wanxian Sect instantly became "peaceful".
Of the surviving cultivators, less than one in ten remained.
Moreover, they were all disciples with lower cultivation levels who had not yet made a clear statement.
They cautiously peeked out from their hiding places, gazing at the devastation and corpses strewn across the sect, at the gruesome deaths of their fellow disciples. Their faces turned ashen, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.
Some even collapsed to the ground, their crotches wet, having lost control of their bladders.
Just then...
Above the Myriad Immortals Sect, the pale green light screen rippled slightly, and a figure appeared out of thin air.
It was none other than the mountain-guarding elder, Fang Zhenyue, whose face was as red as a jujube but now exuded a deathly pale aura.
He stood in mid-air, looking down at the disciples who had miraculously survived and were filled with terror. His face was expressionless, only coldly scrutinizing.
"Now,"
He spoke slowly, his voice like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other, clearly audible in the deathly silent mountain gate.
"Who else is going to face the judgment of the Monks' Guild?"
"Step forward and let this elder see you."
The sound was not loud, but it tolled like a death knell in the hearts of every survivor.
A brief silence.
next moment,
The hundreds of cultivators who are still alive, whether they are Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, or Golden Core cultivators,
A few Nascent Soul True Monarchs who were unaffected jumped up like cats whose tails had been stepped on.
Or they would scramble and crawl to a more open area, and kneel down in unison before Fang Zhenyue in the air.
He pounded his head on the ground, shouting at the top of his lungs:
"This disciple (junior) is willing to live and die with the sect! I swear to never surrender!"
"To live or die together! We swear we will never surrender!"
The voices were distorted and trembling with extreme fear, yet they were unusually loud and clear.
It looked like they had rehearsed it countless times.
Fang Zhenyue coldly looked at the sea of kneeling disciples below, pledging their loyalty, and a barely perceptible twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.
It sounded like mockery.
It also resembles a satisfying curve.
"No regrets?"
He asked casually.
"My heart is as clear as heaven and earth! I will never regret it!"
The crowd practically shouted it out, fearing that if they hesitated even for a second, the terrifying green light would fall again.
Heaven and earth bear witness! I will never regret it!
The cries echoed through the valley, tinged with sobs.
It also carries a kind of hysterical resolve.
No one present was a fool; they had witnessed firsthand the hellish cleansing that had just taken place.
Everyone understood a bloody truth:
Faced with this now-mad elder, the Surrender Association was doomed.
Temporary obedience might offer a glimmer of hope.
There's no need to think about how to choose.
"very good."
Fang Zhenyue nodded, his tone seemingly softening slightly, but his icy core remained unchanged.
"Since you still have some backbone and are unwilling to become traitors to your sect."
"Then obey."
His voice suddenly turned stern, carrying an undeniable air of authority:
"All surviving disciples, immediately proceed to the array node positions corresponding to your respective areas and duties, as indicated by the sect's highest battle order, the 'General Outline for Defending the Ten Thousand Immortals'!"
Prepare to fully activate the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering at the Origin Formation' to repel the external enemy!
Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill, but no one dared to object and all agreed.
Fang Zhenyue's tone then shifted to a seductive, low one:
"You need not be too afraid."
Our sect's protective formation was improved through the painstaking efforts of countless generations of ancestors; it is infinitely mysterious and possesses immense power.
Once fully unleashed, it's enough to change the world and turn the tide!
Let alone those few half-saints outside, even if a true Nascent Soul Venerable were to come in person, they wouldn't be able to break through in a short time!
This formation is our greatest reliance now!
He glanced down and continued:
"As long as we repel this offensive from the Cult of Monks, we will have a chance to catch our breath."
At that time, I, the elder, will lead you to evacuate from this place through the sect's secret passage, find another sacred mountain and blessed land, hide your identities, rebuild your lineage, and restore the sect!
Those who cling to life today may very well be the heroes of tomorrow's restoration!
On one hand, there is the ruthless purge that has just been demonstrated; on the other hand, there are seemingly viable paths to survival and promises of the future.
Under these two methods...
The surviving monks' fear of the Monk Association was temporarily overshadowed by dread and a glimmer of hope.
At least, let's get through this first.
"We swear to follow the elder to the death!"
"Rebuild the sect and restore the orthodox tradition!"
I don't know who shouted it first.
Immediately, a deafening roar erupted:
"Rebuild our sect and restore our lineage!"
"Rebuild our sect and restore our lineage!"
The sounds rose in waves, echoing through the mountain gate strewn with corpses.
It seemed incredibly bizarre and ironic.
A barely perceptible, cold look of satisfaction finally flashed across the depths of Fang Zhenyue's eyes.
He said no more, and his hands formed a hand seal again, but this time the seal was different from the previous evil forbidden technique.
It is closer to the orthodox method of controlling the great formation.
As he cast his spell...
The ghastly green light curtain that enveloped the sky and earth began to ripple with faint, ominous waves from different directions.
Then,
At the center of those fluctuations, one after another, slowly rotating, vortex-like, pitch-black entrances appeared out of thin air, emanating a dense array of power and spatial fluctuations.
"All disciples, enter your respective vortex positions in order!"
No crowding, no hesitation!
Fang Zhenyue shouted.
The surviving cultivators dared not be negligent, and under the strain of being organized by several Nascent Soul True Monarchs...
They all activated their escape techniques or used their movement skills, filled with endless fear and a sliver of hope, rushing towards the dark vortexes closest to them, their figures quickly disappearing into them.
After the last disciple entered the vortex...
All the vortexes trembled slightly and quietly closed.
It was as if it had never existed.
Fang Zhenyue stood alone in the void, taking one last look at the ruins of the sect below, which resembled a ghostly realm, his face expressionless.
He raised his hand and cast the final hand seal towards the core of the light screen, where the fluctuations were strongest.
It is also the most crucial control technique.
hum!
A colossal black hole, more than ten times larger than the other vortexes, with viscous green light flowing along its edges, slowly unfolded at the top of the light curtain.
Like the gaping maw of an abyss.
Without hesitation, Fang Zhenyue transformed into a streak of light and plunged straight into the enormous black hole.
The black hole rapidly contracted and disappeared.
Three breaths later.
boom--!!!
The entire "Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage to the Origin of the Universe Array" suddenly erupted with unprecedented and terrifying fluctuations!
The ghastly green light curtain churned and expanded violently.
It was as if a savage beast that had been sleeping for countless ages had been fully awakened, revealing its ferocious claws to the heavens and earth!
The color of the light curtain grew darker and more murky.
A viscous, dark green liquid was faintly flowing on the surface of the light screen, exuding an aura of evil, resentment, and death so intense it was almost palpable!
Inside the light curtain, the once ethereal and misty scene had vanished completely.
The spiritual veins were forcibly reversed and sucked out, emitting foul spiritual energy;
The palaces and pavilions were shrouded in a pale, eerie green light;
The vegetation withered and decayed instantly;
Even the air became heavy, cold, and carried a faint stench of decay.
In the blink of an eye...
The former ancestral home of immortals has been completely transformed into a terrifying and eerie demonic realm!
All these dramatic changes naturally fell into the eyes of the five half-saints who were originally chatting and laughing on the deck of the warship outside the great formation.
The Wanxian Sect's protective formation underwent a complete transformation, changing from a sacred immortal formation into a sinister and malevolent killing formation filled with demonic energy, its power increasing tenfold.
Even the seasoned and knowledgeable members of the cultivators' association outside the great formation, all of whom were half-saints, froze in surprise.
They froze on the spot, their composure and confidence vanishing completely.
Instead, there was a deep sense of shock and apprehension.
A deathly silence fell over the deck. After a moment, one of the figures, suppressing the shock in his heart, spoke in a trembling voice.
His tone was full of disbelief:
"Could this be... the true form of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect's protective formation?"
Was the otherworldly aura they usually displayed all a facade to deceive others?
"It's more than just an illusion; the sinister energy within this formation is extremely dense, and its power is domineering and ruthless."
It was even more demonic than the protective magic arrays of ordinary demonic sects.
It appeared even more ferocious!
"It seems we underestimated our opponents and completely underestimated the profound foundation of these top sects with their ancient heritage."
Who would have thought that such a prestigious sect of immortals would harbor such a sinister and domineering killing formation? It's truly unexpected.
"Judging from the power displayed by the formation right now, it is definitely not something that ordinary half-saints can break together."
If we rashly launch a direct attack, not only will we have no chance of breaking through the great formation, but we might also be entangled by its deadly power if we're not careful...
There's even a risk of perishing here; it's not worth the risk.
"The fact that the Grand Array could be activated to accomplish such a dramatic change shows that there are still loyal and staunch members within the Myriad Immortals Sect."
Moreover, this person must hold an extremely high position and wield significant power.
It is highly likely that they possess core access to the sect's protective formation.
Even if they don't control the entire array's structure, they must still hold the core hub.
otherwise!
It's absolutely impossible to achieve that, to fully awaken the power of the great formation.
The crowd began to murmur amongst themselves, their expressions growing increasingly grave, their earlier confidence and ease completely gone.
After a while,
A half-saint suddenly spoke in a deep voice, his tone resolute:
"Gentlemen, there is no need to worry. Although we lack the power to break the formation, we have a trump card personally bestowed by the guild leader."
That jade talisman contained the full power of a Nascent Soul cultivator's attack!
"···"
...(End of this chapter)