nyslfriends Chapter 1934 The Myriad Immortals Sect, A Strange Change!
Chapter 1934 The Myriad Immortals Sect, A Strange Change!
Upon hearing this...
It also completely tore away the last veil of pretense, laying bare the bloody truth before all the remaining Wanxian Sect cultivators.
"If the sect is unjust, don't blame us for being unrighteous!"
Chi Yunzi abruptly changed the subject, his voice becoming resolute.
“We were kept in the dark about the treasonous plot, so what crime have we committed?”
Now the monks' association offers a way out, distinguishes right from wrong, punishes only the ringleaders, and pardons the innocent.
This is a golden opportunity!
He suddenly raised his voice, which, like a resounding bell, echoed throughout the surrounding area:
"I, Chi Yunzi, am willing to take the lead in opening the great formation and undergo the association's review to prove my innocence!"
Those who follow me will have their lives saved, and may even receive fair treatment from the association!
"Those who are stubborn and refuse to change their ways, wishing to perish with this doomed ship—"
His gaze suddenly turned cold as he swept over the several cultivators below, whose eyes flickered and who seemed to be intentionally objecting, and said in a chilling voice:
"That would be cutting off one's own path to survival."
They are also the enemies of us survivors!
"Elder Chiyun's righteousness is truly admirable!"
"Elder Chiyun is right!"
We were abandoned, why should we be buried with those who abandoned us?
"Activate the great formation!"
"We're facing investigation! We need to live!"
"Elder Chiyun, we are willing to follow you!"
Chi Yunzi's words were like igniting dry tinder, instantly gaining the support of more than 70% of the remaining cultivators.
Those disciples and guest advisors who were not direct descendants and had low status, in particular, grasped at this opportunity as if it were a lifeline and shouted their support.
The will to survive surged like a torrent, eroding the last vestige of attachment to the sect.
However, some clear-headed individuals immediately realized the crucial point.
Elder Chiyun!
We are willing to surrender, but... but we do not have control over this protective formation!
A Golden Core steward shouted anxiously.
"Yes! The core of the 'Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage to the Origin of the Universe' has always been personally controlled by the Elder of the Mountain!"
How can we shut down the great formation without his permission?
Upon hearing this, the uproar subsided slightly.
Then everyone remembered the old elder who had been stationed in the forbidden area of the back mountain for many years, a man of rigid and unyielding character, and utterly loyal to the sect—
Elder Fang Zhenyue, with his red face and square features!
He is a late-stage Nascent Soul expert, and currently the most prestigious and strongest remaining member of the sect!
Most importantly, he holds the highest authority over the sect's protective formation!
Where is Elder Zhenshan?
"Quickly, please summon the Elder of the Mountain to take charge!"
Someone called out urgently.
"Some fellow disciples have already gone to the Zhenyue Cave in the back mountain to seek guidance!"
Even with all the cave's protective barriers activated, there was still no response!
"Elder Zhenshan is of a fierce temperament and is utterly loyal to the sect..."
He... he probably won't agree to surrender..."
"What should we do? Time is running out!"
"Does Elder Zhenshan intend to drag us down with him to die for the sect?"
Panic spread again, mixed with a hint of resentment towards the silent elder who guarded the mountain.
If his stubbornness leads to his entire family being wiped out by the association as traitors, that would be a truly undeserved disaster!
Just when things were in chaos and people's hearts were on the verge of collapse—
Deep in the back mountains, inside a cave dwelling shrouded by the heavy mountain body and countless restrictions.
The cave dwelling was simple, containing only a cloud bed and a futon.
On the cloud bed sat an old man with a face like a red date, a wide mouth, and a square nose.
This was none other than Elder Fang Zhenyue, the guardian of the mountain.
His aura was as solid and imposing as a mountain, subtly resonating with the mountain beneath his feet and with the "Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage to the Origin Universe Array" that enveloped the world.
Before him floated a smooth water mirror, clearly reflecting the hovering warship outside the sect and the five powerful half-saints from the association.
At the same time, the old man's death sentence-like words came from outside the sect.
And at this moment, the sect is in chaos, with people's hearts turned against each other.
Fang Zhenyue's eyes, usually seemingly murky but now gleaming with a sharp light, coldly stared at Chi Yunzi's impassioned face reflected in the water mirror, urging the crowd to surrender.
He gazed down at the fear and eagerness of betrayal written on the faces of his former fellow disciples.
"To receive the bounty of the sect and the grace of the sect."
"In the face of the sect's peril, instead of thinking of serving them, they plot to betray the sect for personal gain, opening the gates to thieves."
He spoke slowly, his voice dry and hoarse.
Like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other, the sound echoed in the silent cave, carrying a bone-chilling cold.
"Okay, okay, okay."
A bunch of ungrateful wretches, parasites on the sect.
"Since you're so eager to trade your sect's millennia-old foundation for that one bone the association has bestowed upon you..."
Fang Zhenyue's face remained expressionless, but the cold light deep within his eyes grew ever stronger.
It resembled a ghostly fire burning beneath a thousand-year-old ice wall.
"Then let me see just how many of these disloyal, unjust, and ungrateful people there are."
And... are they worthy of my 'Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage to the Origin of the Universe Grand Array' to send them off?
As soon as the words fell...
Outside the cave, the faint rumbling and shouting sounds grew clearer and more urgent.
As time passed and the Mountain-Suppressing Elder remained unapproached, the remaining cultivators, driven by despair and fear, began to attempt a joint attack on the protective barrier of the "Mountain-Suppressing Cave."
The array's light barrier flickered violently, and the runes flickered on and off.
The stone door to the cave trembled slightly, and dust fell in clumps.
Fang Zhenyue seemed not to hear, and simply closed his eyes slowly, like a silent volcano about to erupt.
Just as panic gripped the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect and the knocking on the gates of the Mountain-Suppressing Elder's cave grew increasingly urgent...
Outside the Wanxian Sect's protective formation, on the wide black iron deck of the warship floating in the air, the atmosphere was quite leisurely.
The five half-saints did not return to the ship's cabin, but instead stood by the railing, looking down at the sky-high, earth-shaking light curtain below.
And the commotion faintly visible within the light screen.
Behind them, eighteen elite Nascent Soul stage cultivators stood solemnly like statues.
His aura subsided, almost blending into the deck.
"hehe."
Among the five, a middle-aged Taoist priest with a handsome face, dressed in a deep blue Taoist robe embroidered with star patterns, chuckled, breaking the silence.
He is known as "Xinghe Daoren," and is skilled in divination and formations.
"Fellow Daoists, how long do you think it will take for the remnants of the Myriad Immortals Sect to come to their senses and obediently open their shells to our scrutiny?"
"Does this even need to be guessed?"
The one who answered was a burly man clad in dark gold heavy armor, with a towering physique and a booming voice.
He is a Golden Armored Half-Lord, known for his frontal assaults.
"In my estimation, there is no need to wait a full quarter of an hour."
In no more than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, this great formation will surely be activated.
Look at the chaos inside.
Tsk tsk, it's even worse than the ordinary marketplace.
An elderly woman, dressed in plain white linen and barefoot, stood with an ethereal and otherworldly aura, and slowly nodded.
She is known as "Grandma Suxin" and is called Suxin Banzun.
"good.
According to intelligence obtained by the association, the true core members and high-ranking confidants of the Wanxian Sect had already quietly withdrawn through various channels several days ago.
Those who remain here now are mostly peripheral disciples and guest elders.
And some undervalued or surveillance-oriented disciples.
These people had little to do with the treasonous activities of Ling Xiao, Zi Yang, and others.
They may not even know it.
When a tree falls, its monkeys scatter; this is the natural order of things.
Why would they risk their lives for a sinking ship?
A half-spiritual being, radiating a rich, precious light, spoke up, his voice hoarse and deep.
"exactly.
For those who stayed behind, the will to survive far outweighed the desire to die for their ancestors.
If we exert a little pressure and give them a glimmer of hope, someone from within their ranks will step forward and open the door for us.
In this way, the jade talisman bestowed by the guild leader was indeed saved.
Using such treasures here would be a bit of a waste.
The last of the half-saints, a scholar dressed in a blue robe and holding a scroll of bamboo slips, nodded and smiled upon hearing this:
“Fellow Daoist Youying is right.”
I heard that the team led by Fellow Daoist Tian Shu, who was the first to be ordered to wipe out the Blood Fiend Sect's headquarters, is making extremely good progress.
Fellow Daoist Tian Shu has just finished reading the Guild Master's decree, which states that only the ringleaders will be punished...
The demons who remained at the Blood Fiend Sect almost rushed to close the mountain-protecting array, open the demon cave, and kneel to welcome the association's cultivators inside.
From beginning to end, Fellow Daoist Tian Shu and his group did not even need to use any magic weapons; they controlled the entire situation without shedding a drop of blood.
When the battle reports arrived, we were all quite envious.
The Golden Armored Half-Monarch laughed heartily:
"Those who follow the demonic path are inherently ungrateful and believe in the law of the jungle."
When a sect is thriving, it naturally sticks together for mutual support; but once the edifice crumbles, it naturally scatters and flees.
They might even bite back in order to survive.
"The Blood Fiend Sect's actions are not unexpected."
The Star River Half-Saint stroked his beard and laughed:
"This has always been the way of the Demonic Sect."
However, since the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect is supposed to be a legitimate sect of immortals, the cultivators within it still have to maintain some semblance of respect and consideration for the sect's reputation.
Even if they were to surrender, there would probably be some internal strife and a lot of show of it, unlike the Demonic Sect which was so decisive.
"We'll wait a little longer; we might as well watch a show."
"What you say makes sense, fellow Daoist."
Grandma Suxin said indifferently,
"It's only a quarter of an hour, which is just a blink of an eye for us."
Suddenly, Master Qing Shu remembered something and turned his gaze towards the direction of Wanxian City, his eyes seemingly piercing through the mountains and array formations.
"By the way, how did Fellow Daoist Huan Yue manage to take over Ten Thousand Immortals City? I wonder if it went smoothly?"
No message has arrived yet. Could something have gone wrong?
The Shadow Half-Venerable said hoarsely:
"Probably not."
Although Wanxian City is large, the highest level of the resident cultivators is only the mid-Nascent Soul stage, and most of them are management and business cultivators with limited combat power.
With the cultivation and abilities of the Palace Master of Illusion Moon, suppressing the entire situation is more than enough.
The fact that there has been no news so far indicates that everything is going smoothly.
There are no major changes that require our assistance or attention.
Star River Half-Saint nodded:
“Fellow Daoist Youying is absolutely right. I was overthinking it.”
Come, while we have some free time, let's guess who will be the one to lead the surrender after this great formation is activated.
Is it the Nascent Soul guest elder who stayed behind, or some steward elder who is eager to make a name for himself?
How about we bet a pot of 'Millennial Void Brew'?
The several semi-elders exchanged smiles, the atmosphere relaxed.
It was as if what lay before them was not a battlefield for conquering top sects, but merely a routine inspection.
They were already accustomed to the collapse of sects and the disunity of the people.
He was already confident of handling the situation.
Just as people were chatting and laughing on the deck of the warship—
Inside Zhenyue Cave on the back mountain of Wanxian Sect.
Fang Zhenyue, who was sitting cross-legged on the cloud bed, slowly opened his eyes.
In the water mirror before him, Chi Yunzi's impassioned face, urging surrender, and below him, countless echoing, eager...
The figures of his fellow disciples who even began attacking the restrictions on his cave were crystal clear.
His face was expressionless, except for his eyes, which were as deep as an ancient well, reflecting the "chaotic dance of demons" in the water mirror.
Outside the cave, the roaring sounds, shouts, and the cracking sounds of the restrictions breaking under the strain grew louder and more urgent.
The array's light barrier flickered violently, its brightness constantly shifting.
It looked as if it was about to completely collapse at any moment.
"Good, good, good."
Fang Zhenyue slowly uttered three words, his voice dry and hoarse, yet carrying a chilling calmness.
"Since you are so eager to sell your sect..."
Then don't blame me for disregarding our centuries-old, thousand-year-old sect bond."
The moment the words fell,
The last trace of warmth in his eyes vanished completely.
Instead, it was replaced by an almost inhuman coldness and ruthlessness.
"Om-!"
He suddenly raised his hands in front of his chest, his ten fingers flying like butterflies flitting among flowers, or like ghostly claws, forming hand seals at a dazzling speed.
Each hand seal was ancient and eerie, carrying a heavy aura of malevolence and resentment.
This is completely different from the grand and orthodox cultivation methods he usually practices.
It's more like some kind of ancient, lost, forbidden magic technique!
As he cast the hand seals...
The oppressive aura of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator surrounding him, which had been as solid as a mountain, suddenly changed, becoming sinister and violent.
The faint, mournful wails of countless vengeful spirits echoed in the void around him.
The healthy rosy complexion on his face quickly faded, turning into an unnatural bluish-gray, while his eyes remained frighteningly bright.
"All the immortals pay homage to the origin... Heh, what 'origin' are they paying homage to?"
Fang Zhenyue chuckled softly, then suddenly pressed down the last hand seal, aiming it at his brow!
"puff!"
It was as if something was being forcibly torn apart and twisted.
A thin crack appeared between his brows, and a drop of thick, ink-like blood, shimmering with an eerie green light, seeped out and floated in the air.
Almost at the same time—
Rumble!
Outside, the "Ten Thousand Immortals Paying Homage to the Origin Universe Array" that covered the entire ancestral court of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect suddenly began to shake violently!
The light screen, which was originally flowing and filled with the peaceful aura of immortals, suddenly burst out with a blinding, ghastly green light!
The auspicious beasts, celestial birds, stars, mountains, and Dao patterns that roamed on the light screen seemed to be brutally erased and distorted by an invisible hand.
Instead, countless hideous ghost faces and twisted tentacles appeared.
And indescribable evil runes!
The aura of the entire formation underwent a dramatic change in an instant!
It transformed from a celestial protective array into a dark and demonic realm that devours those who seek to kill!
"What's going on?!"
"The great formation... What happened to the great formation?!"
"not good!
This aura... is it still the sect's protective formation?
Inside the light curtain...
Whether they are still clamoring to surrender,
Still hesitant and observing.
Or perhaps they were secretly preparing to rebel; all the remaining cultivators were stunned by this sudden upheaval.
An unprecedented sense of panic, stemming from the instinct for survival, coiled around everyone's heart instantly, like a cold, venomous snake.
One of the Golden Core deacons, who was following behind Chi Yunzi, was loudly demanding that the great formation be opened...
suddenly!
A wave of heart palpitations washed over me.
...(End of this chapter)